There was a long moment of silence. Monty disappeared from the screen and Clarke felt a slight tear in the corner of her eye, but she quickly blinked it away. She stared ahead at this new planet, overcome by the bittersweet sadness of it all. The air in the pilots cabin seemed stale after years of unuse and the temperature was hot. Clarke could feel herself thawing after the freeze, and sweat clung at the base of her neck, where her hair met her shoulders.

She heard Bellamy exhale next to her. She realized then that she, too, needed to breathe, so she followed suit and released the gulp of air that was stuck in her throat.

"What are you thinking?" Bellamy didn't turn to her, he just kept facing ahead, but she could feel his gaze drift every so slightly in her direction, yet he avoided looking directly at her.

It had been six years since she had seen him. Six years since she had been on the same planet as him. Sure, she had seen him briefly the weeks leading up to the end of the world, but most of that time they were apart, she thought he was dead, or they were at odds with one another. This man, who had been her partner and greatest champion, seemed so strange and foreign to her. She didn't know how she was going to embark on this new journey with him, much less any one else. She was utterly alone and isolated, other than Madi. But even then, Madi was drifting away, into this new role of being the commander.

"Clarke?" Bellamy finally turned to look at her, but this time Clarke stayed looking ahead, not daring to look this stranger in the eyes and allow him to look into her soul and see her weakness.

Instead, Clarke turned to Jordan. What a beautiful boy he was, with Monty's defined facial structure and Harper's soft eyes. "Would you mind leaving for a moment? Bellamy and I need to catch up." She offered him a warm smile and he nodded.

"Should I wake any of the others?" He asked with a tad of excitement. But Clarke just gave him a grim smile and shook her head subtly. Jordan nodded with a bit of disappointment. He turned around and began to leave.

Once the door was shut, she turned back to the planet. Bellamy was still looking at her. He hadn't stopped. Once his eyes fell upon her, he knew he could never stop looking. She was life's greatest enigma. So strong and beautiful, yet so scarred, broken and weak.

"I haven't seen you in six years," Clarke stated dumbly. Bellamy willed her to turn to him, but she still didn't. He sighed and looked forward as well.

"Technically, it's been over a century with how long we've been frozen," he stated with a chuckle. She rolled her eyes and looked at him.

"Either way, it's been a long time," she replied irritably.

Bellamy turned his head and finally met her eyes. Those eyes that he could recall even after six years. The eyes that haunted him, like the residue of light, when he closed his eyes. "Too long." The words caught in his mouth, sounding as though they were unhinged, opening a door to some dark place full of moisture and depth.

"So, you and Echo, huh?" She asked, glancing away. The question had been gnawing at her ever since she saw them kiss. It left her feeling… something.

"Yeah," he said with a small smile. "Me and Echo." It was quiet again and he felt uncomfortable, so he cleared his throat, attempting to break the silence. "You have a daughter now."

Clarke was caught on the word. She had never called Madi her daughter, yet hearing the unfamiliar word made her feel proud and the word seemed fitting. "Yes, I have a daughter." She smiled and looked at him with the eyes of a mother, but upon seeing Bellamy's face, she remembered what he did. "You betrayed me, Bellamy. You risked Madi and forced her into being Commander."

Bellamy recoiled at her hissing tone. "Clarke, I had to. I am so sorry."

Clarke looked away. "I guess we're even. You made Madi the Commander and I left you to die." She shrugged. "We're even."

"If that's your attempt at an apology…" he started, but upon seeing Clarke's dangerous glare, he added, "We're even."

She softened at his words and she reached for his hand. "I am sorry though." She looked up to meet his eyes, but realizing they were intently looking at her, she glanced away. "Not having you, is the worst feeling imaginable. Those six years, I felt incomplete. I could feel the hole inside me." Tears threatened to rain down her cheek and a sob caught in her throat. She let go of his hand and subtly ran it across her eyes and then through her hair.

Bellamy adjusted his feet in place and reached for her shoulder or some part of her, but he pulled away before Clarke would realize what he was doing. "Madi told me you talked to me on the radio every day." Clarke heard his words, but gave no reaction at all. "Every day, for 2199 days."

This caught Clarke's attention. With bewildered eyes and her eyebrows raised in a hopeful arch, she look at him "You know how many days it was."

He met her hopeful look and his eyes were set in a reassuring way. "Of course."

"What did you do, carve a tally on your walls with a pocket knife?" She smirked.

He shot a glare at her. "Why do you think that would be so funny?"

"Because that would be so stereotypical." She laughed and then after looking at him and assessing his face, she laughed even harder. "You did, didn't you?"

"No, I'm not typical, Clarke," he huffed. Deciding to change the subject, he said, "we better come up with a plan now." He didn't wait for her response. Instead, he turned to leave and exited the pilots cabin.

Clarke sighed and allowed herself one more look at the new planet before going to follow him.

-100-

She found him back at the room where the rest of the human race lay dormant. He was leaning over his sister, yet Clarke could sense that he wasn't really looking at her.

Clarke walked up behind him quietly and placed a hand of his shoulder. "You're not responsible for what she has become, you know that right?"

Bellamy shrugged her off and glared away from both Clarke and the frozen body of Octavia. "Who is then, Clarke? Who but me?" Clarke shook her head and looked down at her feet. After a moment of silence, she heard Bellamy speak. "Should we wake any of them, do you think?"

"No," she responded automatically. "We need to come up with a plan first."

Bellamy nodded. "Let's go to back to the pilot's cabin. I can't be around them any longer."

"Okay," she said, looking at him compassionately. However, he was once again looking away from her. She turned around to lead him to the pilots cabin once again.

"Clarke," she stopped but didn't look back. She could hear Bellamy clear his throat. "This time, we make the rules. We decide. You and me. We lead them. It was better like that."

Clarke nodded and continued forward.

-100-

"How do we know this planet is even inhabitable?" Bellamy was pacing the room while Clarke sat at a desk, conveniently placed below a window which allowed perfect access to the planet in question.

"Monty said that the conditions of this planet are similar to those of Earth. I trust him," Clarke stated. "The biggest concern is that we don't know what already lives on the planet, or what the weather is like, or which plants are edible."

"I hate to disagree," he cut in.

"You hardly ever seem to hate disagreeing with me." Clarke shot him a glare and he turned to look at her and smirked. Clarke rolled her eyes.

"But, I think the biggest concern is the people with us. We can survive the unknowns of this planet if we are a united team, but those of us that remain are all fractured and divided. We need them to unify behind us."

"That's easy," Clarke said and to that, Bellamy rolled his eyes.

"Really, Princess? How so?"

"We just need to leaders to follow us. Madi, Kane, Diyoza, and Octavia. Anyone else?" She asked.

"Clarke, why do you think they'll all just follow you. Especially Octavia and Diyoza?" He moved to sit down next to her, looking Clarke intently in the eye. She was looking at the planet and then turned to stare directly at him.

"Because," she blinked, "they don't have a choice."

Bellamy sighed. He hoped it would be that easy. "Then I suppose we wake them up then?"

"No, we need to start by waking up the few that we know are loyal to us. They need to be part of the plan," she stated.

"Who then?"

"Raven, Mon-," she cut off, realizing that Monty was no longer around. "Um, I would say my mother and Kane. But my mom is a bit of a drug addict and Kane is in critical condition."

"They would try to take control anyway." Bellamy looked back at her. "Echo, Murphy and Emori, as well."

"No Echo," Clarke cut in. "I don't trust her."

"Clarke, everything that happened with her was six years ago. She's different." Bellamy placed his hand above Clarke's. "Either way, I trust her. You don't need to trust her. Just trust me."

She felt her face burn red and she quickly yawned to cover it up.

"Wow, are you really still tired considering we just woke up from a century long nap?" He asked chuckling.

"Shut up, Bellamy," she hissed. "Okay, so Raven, Murphy, Emori," and then through gritted teeth, she added, "and Echo."

"How about Madi?" Bellamy inquired.

"I don't know. I think it's best if we wake all the leaders at the same time." Clarke said. Truth was, she wasn't sure if Madi would follow her and Bellamy. She was the commander now, the person Clarke raised was long gone.

Bellamy gave her a studious look, trying to read her. And she felt him opening her up like a book and gluttonously taking in the words on her pages. "Fair enough. Is there anyone else?" Bellamy asked that, it seemed to hit both of them that they only had a few people that would follow them undeniably. The rest were in the air. Things had really changed in the past years.

Clarke shook her head ever so slightly and looked at him gravely. "Let's just hope that's enough."

"When should we wake them?" Bellamy asked.

"I think should wake Raven up as soon as possible. We should ask her how much air we have, how long it will take to land, and I'm sure she'll want to run tests and whatnot." Clarke stood up from where she stood and started pacing. "What if this planet isn't survivable? What are we going to do?"

Bellamy reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into his arm. Her nose pressed up against his chest, and Clarke inhaled the scent that was Bellamy. It had been so long since she had her arms around him and just had the time to take him in. It took a moment for her to respond, but she reached her arms around him, locking him in.

"Clarke, you already said it. Monty believed this place is like Earth and will keep up alive. And I don't know about you, but I trust him." Bellamy whispered into her hair, his breath blowing a few strands.

"And let me guess," she pulled away to look at him, and with an eye roll she said, "you want me to trust you?"

He smirked. "Is that too much to ask for?"

She shook her hand, leaning back into his touch. "No, not at all."

After a moment longer, Bellamy broke the silence. "Should we wake her up now?"

"Let's find Jordan first. Maybe see how Monty's algae farm is doing and what the food supply looks like."

Taking his hand, she guides him out of the cockpit. "We had been here right before we came back to Earth, but I don't remember the place much. It was just one more obstacle to get back." He gave her hand a squeeze, letting her know that all the effort was not just to get back to Earth, but to get back to her.

"I guess we'll just have to wander until we stumble upon an algae farm or Jordan," she said with a shrug.

They took a few turns, passing a few places that were used for storage. To their left, they saw a small aluminum kitchen, they paused there and tried the faucets, but no water came out. Then they checked the fridge and freezer, and again saw nothing. But after opening a few drawers they found what looked like a few pieces of green bark.

Clarke looked at Bellamy with a confused expression and she was surprised to see him return with a knowing glint in his eyes. "Algae bars," he said. "Terribly disgusting, but it's better than starving."

Clarke nodded. "Let's pocket them for later. We need to see if we will be able to produce anymore food."

They continued on and the next location left Clarke with wide eyes and Bellamy with a wide smile. They were in what appeared to be a living room, and all the drawings Clarke had drawn over the six years on the ground where hung all along the wall, like family portraits. And in a way, that's what they were.

Bellamy caught sight of one particular drawing. He walked up to it and admired the work. Admired the way in which Clarke drew the scene and mirrored each freckle and wrinkle.

Clarke's face burnt red and she watched Bellamy stare at a portrait of himself. One that she had drawn. It was about three years in when she was beginning to forget his face. She never truly could forget him, the image of him was ingrained in her head, but it started to blur as time went on. She could only remember what she last remembered. The image in her head become so faded it was no longer him. It was like the wearing down of a photo in one's wallet. Always there, the print of it reminding you of the person, but not as vivid as it had once been.

One night she had had a dream, and in that he was so vivid, exactly how she remembered him. She had awoken suddenly and drawn him before she had the chance to forget him.

She only ever drew that one of him. Whenever she would try to draw him, it was too hard. She would start crying or completely shut down. And even if she could have handled it emotionally, each time she tried to draw him, it never looked right. It was never how she remembered him.

But that one portrait exactly captured the aura of her Bellamy.

As soon as she had drawn it, she shut the book and refrained from looking at it. She realized it hurt too much. The only time she could look at it was when she began to forget his face and the way the freckles dusted his nose or the way his cheek dimpled when he smiled at her. And the only reason she could bare to look at the portrait in those moments was because the feeling of forgetting him was much worse than the pain of seeing him.

"These are beautiful, Clarke." Bellamy reached out his hand to stroke the paper, but must have decided that the paper was too delicate and fragile, because he quickly pulled away his hands, his fingers never brushing the canvas.

"I had missed you guys so much." She turned to a drawing of Raven, hobbling along with her leg in a brace. It was a drawing of when she first saw Raven when she returned from Mount Weather after learning all the horrible truths there. It was the first moment she had seen Raven broken, but in that, she was so strong. "You're all family to me. I wanted Madi to see you guys like I did."

Bellamy then looked at a drawing of his little sister. It was one of Octavia and Lincoln hugging. Bellamy sighs. "A few of them are still family, but some I just don't know anymore."

Clarke then spares a glance at a drawing of her mother. And then she looks back at Bellamy, taking himin. Taking in the scars she knew he didn't have before. "I know what you mean."

"I thought I heard voices." Bellamy and Clarke both turned to see Jordan leaving a room. "Welcome to our living area." Jordan turns back around and look pointedly at where he just came from, and with a quiet voice he says, "that's where mom and dad slept."

Clarke and Bellamy both nodded, but didn't have much else to say. Jordan cleared his throat. "I see that you found the drawings."

"I'm surprised that they hung them," Clarke admitted.

"Mom missed everyone. She wanted to be reminded of you." Jordan looked at a drawing of his mother and father. He reached out and grabbed the drawing and neatly folded it, tucking it into his pocket. "And now, I get to be reminded of them."

"Well," Bellamy started, "we were on our way to see what the algae farm looks like. Mind leading us there?"

"No problem," Jordan said. He turned around and started walking in the opposite direction. Bellamy cast one last look at the drawing of himself once Clarke had started walking away. He noticed that unlike all the others, there was only one drawing of himself and that the page was barely touched.

Jordan led them into a well-ventilated room. There were tables with cold air spilling off of them. There was a frosty green color dusting those tables. Not entirely what she was expecting. She thought it was gonna look more like a forest.

"So, it looks like dad made all the algae go into a dormant state. I'll need to get everything processing, but the algae farm should be functioning in a week or so. It'll only take a little longer to start harvesting it." Jordan then walked over to where a whole bunch of boxes were. "He harvested before he shut everything down, I guess. He marked that there's 100 per box. And we have four boxes. We'd normally eat about 6 to 8 bars a day."

"There's three of us, and if we wake Raven, Murphy, Echo, and Emori, there's seven of us total," Clarke states. "That's about…"

"57 bars for each of us," Bellamy cut in. "That's about 7 days worth of food for everyone. Which is how long you said it would take for the algae farm to be functioning."

"Yes, but it'll take longer to harvest. And a week until it's functioning is assuming there are minimal complications," Jordan stated.

"Knowing us, there will be complications." Clarke looked at Jordan. "How long will it take if there are complications?"

"A month maybe. Hopefully no longer," Jordan said. "It will probably take an additional two weeks for there to be enough algae to harvest. So a bit over a month."

"Let's round up to two months then." Clarke then turned to Bellamy. "We need to wake Raven to see how long it'll take us to land."

"If we wake her up, that's 100 bars each. That only gets us to about 12 days." Bellamy cast her a concerned look.

"Bellamy, we both know what it's like to ration ourselves. They were eating six to eight bars a day when there was three of them and they had the algae farm functioning and harvesting regularly. They were living luxuriously." Clarke turned to Jordan. "Go wake up Raven and take her to the pilot's room. We'll meet you there."

Once Jordan walked away, Bellamy looked at Clarke. "When we were back on the ring, we lived off barely anything for the first few months. We can do this."

"If the four of us have one a day for a month, we will have enough to wake the other three and have one more month. Two months should be enough time to get us to the ground or at least get us to the point where the farm is up and producing food." Clarke grabbed his hand. "We'll only be a little hungry."

"Only a little." He turned to her, and looked her in the eye. "Clarke."

"Bellamy," she responded.

"I'm done being against each other. If we're doing this," he started.

"We are doing this," she interrupted.

"Then we're doing this together. As a team." Bellamy walked over to a small desk, and leaned up against it so he was half sitting on it. "I can't go any longer having you be anything less than next to me. I need to know that you're with me, despite all the shit we've been through."

Clarke walked over and leaned against the desk next to him. "Of course I am."

"Are you? Do you forgive me?" He asked despairingly.

"For Madi?" She asked and he took a moment to nod. "You made the right call. You did what was necessary."

"But do you forgive me?" He turned to her, searching her eyes for the truth.

Clarke sighed, her shoulder hunching forward. "No. You betrayed me."

"I know," he states simply.

"I betrayed you, too, though. I left you to be killed in Octavia's gladiator pits. How can you forgive me for that?" Bellamy noticed a small tear run down Clarke's cheek. "I'm so tired of betraying one another."

Bellamy reached over and pulled her in for a hug, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "If you need forgiven, I forgive you." He said.

"Bellamy," she looked at him. "I forgive you for leaving me on the ground. I know you've probably been beating yourself up about it for years. But stop. I forgive you, too. And I'll forgive you for making Madi the commander. I'll always forgive you."

"I don't know if I can forgive myself, Clarke."

"Hate to break up the party," Bellamy and Clarke both looked up. "But there's a Raven here and she has lots of questions."