Bellamy tossed off the grounder mask and crept down the stairs, sword at the ready. After hearing the devastating story of Monty's father and the struggles of farm station he couldn't wait in that cave a second longer. He had to get Clarke back. It had been three months now she'd been gone and he feared this would be his only chance before she was gone forever. As he rounded the corner in the dark room he had eyes only for the small bound hands that he knew were Clarke's. Recklessly rushing over to her he crouched down in front of her and as she looked up at him first with confusion then with recognition and pure relief. His heart skipped a beat, he hadn't seen her in so long. Suddenly, the gaze in her ice blue eyes turned to terror as she yelled a warning to him. Too late to defend himself, her grounder captor had him pinned to the ground, blade at his neck.

"Stop, please don't kill him. I'll do anything you want!" Clarke desperately pleaded.

The grounder looked back at her, then at Bellamy and removed the blade from his neck slowly. Bellamy and Clarke both sighed in relief until the grounder quickly stabbed Bellamy through the leg, pulled Clarke up and said to him, "Don't follow us." Then they were gone.

"No!" Bellamy shouted, trying to run after them, but it was futile. His leg was gushing blood and he couldn't even hold weight on it. Nevertheless, he staggered grasping the trees, propelling himself forward until he heard Monty call his name from behind. They caught up with him as he continued staggering forward.

"We can't lose her Monty," Bellamy gasped. He paused and looked Monty straight in the eyes, "I… I can't lose her."

"I know, we will find a way," Monty reassured him as they convinced Bellamy to stop and take care of his wounds.

Hours later back at Arkadia, dark had fallen and Abby tended to Bellamy's leg. He was furious. The long drive back he'd barely said a word. He had no idea what could be happening to Clarke right now. Surely that grounder would have her hand delivered to the Ice Nation queen at this point. How could he let them convince him to give up?

As soon as Abby gave him the clear, he gathered supplies to leave. As he made it to the gate, a hand jerked him back. He whirled around to see Octavia glaring at him.

"Bellamy, what are you thinking? You can't go after her, not now."

"O, I let her go once, I can't do it again, I can't"

"I understand that but this is stupid. You have no idea where they are going, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. You cannot go alone. Think about it. How are you going to help Clarke by running out and getting yourself killed? What would she do?"

Bellamy knew Octavia was right. There was nothing he could do right now. He dropped his pack off his shoulder and conceded to his sister. His sister who was stronger than anyone he knew. It was hard to see her so grown-up, hardly in need of anybody's protection. Probably the most adept at living in this world than anybody from the Ark.

"We have to go as soon as we can," he said strongly.

"We will big brother, I promise."

The next morning he heard the guards warning of approaching grounders. The gates opened and on horseback was Indra. Bellamy, Marcus, and Octavia all met her at the entrance to the settlement as she dismounted her massive black horse.

"Do you have news of Clarke?" Marcus asked the tall grounder woman.

"Yes. Clarke has been recovered. She is with the commander right now."

Marcus spoke, "So you will be returning her to us or we will go get her."

Indra glared, "It's not quite that simple."

Bellamy couldn't hold his tongue any longer, "It is that simple. You will return her to us or.."

Marcus cut him off with a steely gaze, "Indra what is the situation. We just want Clarke home."

"Clarke's meeting with the commander was… hostile to say the least. You will come to Polis with me to speak with the Commander."

Marcus tensed, looked at Bellamy and nodded. He rushed off to get packed, he didn't care about the treaty he was packing as many weapons as he could find. They were heading into the heart of grounder territory, their capital city. Monty, Marcus, Bellamy, and Raven piled in while Octavia and Indra mounted their horses. As they started the vehicle, Pike opened the door.

"I'm coming with you."

"Pike, this is a diplomatic mission, we are at peace with these grounders," Kane said to him.

"I am aware. But if things go badly, I need to be there to help."

Marcus nodded his head and Pike climbed in. Raven started the engine and rolled out of Arkadia, picking up speed and Indra led them to the city of Polis.

Halfway through their journey, Indra slowed and signaled for them to halt. Ahead they could see people headed toward them. It was Lexa and a portion of her army. She approached and dismounted to meet with Bellamy and Kane.

"Where is Clarke?" Bellmay asked.

"Clarke is here. I have brought her to you after a long discussion with her on what needs to happen to maintain peace between us and the Ice Nation. You may take her back, but in a week's time, you will meet me back in Polis after speaking with Clarke to discuss how our treaty will proceed." Lexa said her calm but commanding tone.

She signaled to someone from behind calling out for Wanheda. Clarke was carried forward, unconscious, hands bound, to Lexa's side.

"I apologize for her condition, she did not make things easy. I trust you will make the right decision for all of us Marcus Kane and Clarke of the Skypeople."

They left swiftly, Indra with them. Bellamy dropped to Clarke's side, untying her hands and smoothing the hair away from her face.

"Get her in the truck," Kane commanded.

"Is it just me or was that super weird," Monty commented.

"It's not just you, that was far too unexpected and brief. Not Lexa's style. Something must have happened with her and Clarke." Kane said.

Clarke lay on the seat with her head in Bellamy's lap. She was out cold.

"She seems fine, they must have drugged her to put her to sleep this hard though." Bellamy said.

"Abby can take care of her when we return, then we will sort out this mess," Raven said from the front.

Bellamy looked down at Clarke. She seemed small and helpless in this state. I'm just glad to have you back.