Bellamy pulled away from Clarke, chuckling. "Shocker that you'd be the first to ruin something good."
"Wow, what a greeting. Haven't seen me for over a 100 years and you still act like it's a displeasure to see me," Raven states with mock bewilderment.
"It's always a displeasure." Bellamy arises from his seating position to go and hug Raven.
From above his shoulder, Raven catching a glimpse of Clarke, who had been hanging back, looking at her shoe. Once Bellamy pulls away, Raven opens her arms wide. "Don't deny me a hug, Griffin."
Clarke smirked and cautiously approached the skinny brunette. "You're not mad at me? I did kind of hold you at gunpoint."
"Oh you know, that's just another day for us," Raven smiled. "Now please give me a fucking hug."
Clarke rushed into her friends arms, pulling her tight and letting a sob escape her.
Raven pulled away. "Hold on there, crying was not part of the deal," she stated. But Clarke watched as a few tears rolled down Raven's cheek. But she decided not to say anything.
It was when Jordan shuffled his feet a bit that the others noticed him in the room. "I showed her the video, and I know that we were supposed to wait in the pilot's cabin, but she got a little impatient and demanded I take her to you guys."
"Demanded is a harsh word," Raven stated and Jordan looked a bit frightened.
"Does sound like you though," Clarke reminded her.
"Don't worry, Jordan. Raven's a pain in the ass. We don't blame you for that," Bellamy said with a nod. Jordan released a breath and nodded as well.
"Hey!" Raven yelled. "That's awfully rude."
"I'm Bellamy Blake, what did you expect?" Bellamy flashed her a smirk, to which Clarke subconsciously found herself reciprocating. Bellamy turned to meet her gaze, and she felt her cheeks redden and she quickly glanced away.
Raven followed both of their eyes with her own, and she allowed a knowing smirk to form on her lips as well. "So, I'm going to run some tests," she said, breaking up the affair. "I'm hoping there might be a drone around here somewhere that can gather some samples from this planet, which, theoretically, the drone would be equipped to do since this was a mining ship and they would have to run tests on the planet before landing."
"I might have an idea where you can find one," Jordan cut in.
Raven nodded and turned to Clarke and Bellamy. "When are we waking up Shaw?"
Clarke and Bellamy both furrowed their eyebrows and looked at one another. "We weren't planning to," Bellamy said.
"Why not?" Raven asked. "I'm going to need his help landing this ship and he would know how everything works around here."
"Raven, if we wake him, we'll have to either refrain from waking up someone else or we'll need to land sooner," Clarke stated.
"If we want to land sooner, Shaw is our best chance at that." Raven gave them both a very determined look, and Bellamy sighed.
"Alright, when you go get the drone, wake him up." Bellamy caught the look on Clarke's face, which told him she was about to object, but he shook his head subtly at her.
"Awesome," Raven said with a smile. "I'm gonna go get started. Jordan, lead the way."
Once the two had left, Clarke was quick to talk. "I don't appreciate you making decisions without me."
"She's right, Clarke. Landing on a new planet is not going to be easy. She's gonna need help. And in case you didn't know, we aren't so good at the things that require numbers and stats," Bellamy reasoned.
"Fine," she said with a glare. "So what are we going to do now? Cut rations more, wait to wake others up, or try to land quicker?"
"I still think we should wake Murphy, Emori and Echo. They will follow us without doubt, and that's gonna be important," Bellamy said.
"Right, because Echo is just that loyal," Clarke hissed. "You just want to get laid. Don't think I have forgotten the stellar reputation that you built when we first landed on Earth."
"Clarke, that's enough." His face took on a stern appearance and he cut her off. "It's not like that with Echo." Clarke didn't fail to notice that when he said her name, the corners of his mouth tilted up a bit and his eyes softened. To that, Clarke's resolve hardened and her eyes planted firmly on his.
"What happened to the man that left me six years ago," she bit out. "He would know better than to trust a spy."
"She's different now," Bellamy interjected.
"I doubt it, the only one that's changed is you." She glared at him once again. "I want that Bellamy again."
"I don't know if he still exists." To Bellamy's words, she turned away as a tear threatened to escape her eye.
"Fine." And she walked away.
-100-
After waking Shaw, who was only mildly shocked by the change of plans, Jordan lead both Shaw and Raven to a room that seemed to be specifically a lab. Though Shaw knew where it was, he wanted to hang back with Raven.
"This is spectacular," Raven commented.
"My dad rarely used it, but it came in handy here and there," Jordan stated.
"We use to use it, before Diyoza's uprising, to determine if a planet had the resources we needed. I don't see why it wouldn't get us the answers we need now," Shaw stated.
"Let's get started then, yes?" Raven looked at Shaw and he smirked.
"I have something else I think we should get started on, first." He winked and Raven caught his meaning.
"Jordan, can you lead us to where you guys slept and all. I could really use a nap." With that, she faked a yawn.
Jordan, oblivious to their hidden plans, lead the way.
-100-
Clarke got out of the shower, already missing the feel of the water on her skin. She felt so clean, a type of clean she hadn't felt since the days of living in Mount Weather. Her skin was bruised along her hips and there was a small cut on her cheek, right below her eye. How unfortunate it was that bodies didn't heal in cryosleep.
She wrapped the towel around her waist and decided not to put her dirty clothes on. Deciding instead to take a nap, amongst the clean sheets, purely in her clean(ish) skin.
Opening the door, she nearly jumped at the sight of the tall man sitting on her bed, waiting for her.
"Bellamy, what are you doing in here? How long have you been sitting there?" She asked.
"A while." He stood up and made his way over to her. His arm lifted as he reached out to run the pad of his thumb along the cut on her cheek. "Long enough to know that you're a talented singer."
Her cheeks were overcome by a deep blush as all the blood rushed to her head. "I'm not even dressed, Bellamy," she informed him, in case he wasn't already aware.
He glanced down a bit, his gaze tracking up and down her body slowly. Bellamy took in a breath that caught in his throat and he sighed. "You've been so hot and cold with me." He took a step closer to her and his breath blew a few strands of hair away from her face. It was then that she could smell the familiar scent of moonshine.
"You're drunk," she stated simply.
"Not drunk," he denied. "Just slightly intoxicated." As he said it, he took another step forward and slightly stumbled and she took a subsequent step back. She was now back in the bathroom, and as he took another step forward, he entered the bathroom, as well.
"Bellamy, what are you doing?" She asked, a bit of panic overcoming her.
"I've missed you," he told her with pouty eyes. "Why have you been so hot and cold with me?"
She shook her head. She didn't really know either. Clarke felt both euphoric that she was once again reunited with him, but there was a bitter feeling in her chest that she couldn't quite trace the origins of. Yet it was strong and she was in a constant state of happy and completely distraught to see him.
It was then that she heard her door open that she realized how her current predicament looked. She grabbed Bellamy and pulled him further into the bathroom, shutting the bathroom door quietly.
"What are you doing, Princess?" He asked and, to that, Clarke hushed him.
"Just shut up," she hissed and he quickly shut his mouth. Clarke observed him and realized that what he had said earlier was true. He wasn't particularly drunk, or at least didn't appear to be. He was slightly tipsy, slightly judgment impaired, but he seemed to have passable sense of what was going on around him.
They both perked up as the door to the room shut, and whatever hopes they had that the room had been vacated were quickly squashed by the sound of both Raven and Shaw talking.
"So, tell me, what was it that you had in mind to start tonight?" They heard Raven ask Shaw.
"Why don't I show you?" Shaw replied. And both Bellamy and Clarke shared a horrified expression at the sounds that followed.
"Wait, are they doing what I think they're doing?" Bellamy whispered. "I'm slightly drunk so I could be wrong."
"Told you that you were drunk," she said with a smirk. "And unfortunately, they are definitely doing what we think they're doing."
"We need to get out of here," he told her frantically. "I can not hear this."
"No, there is no way we are going out there. It will look so shady if we both walk out of a bathroom together while I'm in a fucking towel." Her voice was slightly raised and he reached over and placed a hand over her mouth.
"Raven won't care," he insisted.
"I care," Clarke states and Bellamy sighed.
"Fine," He sat down on the toilet and Clarke let out a relieved breath. She leaned against the wall opposite him. The two of them both grimaced as they heard some unreasonably loud feminine moans.
"Was she that loud when you slept with her?" Clarke asked, with a slightly irritated and harsh tone.
"Clarke, drop it," he bit out.
"Did you guys ever sleep together on the ring?" She asked, deciding to instead push him further.
"No, now stop."
"I'm shocked. You've slept with Echo, I'm surprised you even have standards."
"Clarke, I love Echo." He raised his eyes to hers and he watched as the expression on her face fell slightly. "She's family to me now. I know she did some shitty things on Earth, but we all have in order to survive. We have no right to judge."
Clarke spoke then, with a really quiet and weak voice. "Why do you love her?"
"She's tough and strong, but she's actually pretty sarcastic and…" He cut off, not wanting to finish his thought, because he was treading into some dangerous territory.
"Are you in love with her?" Clarke asked.
"Maybe," he said. "I don't know. I think I could be. Why are you so opposed to that, Clarke?"
Clarke hesitated. "Because last I saw her, she was a pretty shitty person."
"We all have been," Bellamy tried to meet her gaze, but she refused. "We're all starting over, remember. We're gonna be the good guys now. She will be, too."
There was another really loud moan, but this time is sounded more masculine and Bellamy and Clarke both cringed. Trying to lighten the heavy mood, Clarke stated, "it has been over six years since I've had sex."
Bellamy laughed. "Same for Raven though. That's probably why she's particularly loud."
"Or she knows we're in here and is trying to torture us," Clarke said with a giggle.
"Maybe," he said. The moans got louder and closer together, and both Clarke and Bellamy looked away from the door, as if that would somehow help. "Tell me about Madi."
Bellamy did not miss the smile that overtook Clarke's face as she began to talk about her. "She's the best thing to come into my life. If I hadn't found her, I don't think I would have made it."
"You're strong, you would've made it," Bellamy insisted.
"No," she looked him in the eye. "Right before I found her, I was about to kill myself. Had the gun to my head and my finger on the trigger. I was so exhausted and I was ready to be done. I was utterly hopeless."
"I'm sorry, Clarke."
"Oh hush, aside from her, the prospect of seeing you again was the only things that kept me going. Kept me hopeful." She smiled at him. "You'll really love Madi. She's very clever and strong willed, but she can be really goofy. She's something."
"Sounds like her and Murphy will get along," he said jokingly.
"Don't ever say that again," she laughed. "We must keep them apart." And that was when they heard a guttural moan from Raven that that caused Clarke to stand up and pace. "Tell me about life on the ring."
"It was actually pretty nice. Lonely at times and we all spent a lot of time wondering about everyone on Earth. But it was peaceful. There was hardly ever any conflict, except for the great fall out between Emori and Murphy." Clarke watched as a smile spread across his lips. "Overall, it was nice not worrying about the next war. I think that's why Monty and Harper decided not to go into cryosleep. They were really happy."
"Were you happy?" Clarke asked, a pit of butterflies in her stomach as she awaited his answer.
"I was less stressed maybe, but no, I wasn't completely happy. I had happy moments and it was nice, but I wanted to get back. My happiness was left on Earth." Bellamy sighed. "I'm happier now than I was on the ring, even though we're stuck in a bathroom listening to Raven and her new guy having sex."
"Why are you happier now?" She asked him, the feeling of hope fluttering in her chest.
"Because for once I know everyone I love is safe. Even if Octavia is a mess, I know she's sleeping peacefully right now along with Echo." He looked at her. "And you're here with me. You're safe and alive."
Clarke looked down and smiled. It was then that the moans ended and they heard as someone got up and made their way to the bathroom. Clarke quickly grabbed Bellamy's hand and pulled him into the shower, hiding behind the curtain.
"I found towels," Raven yelled back to Shaw and both Bellamy and Clarke looked at each other with a disgusted looks upon their faces as they thought about what that towel was gonna be used for.
Clarke then realized how close he was to her, and she could smell the scent that was strictly his. She wracked in a breath and exhaled slightly too loud.
Raven walked over and peeled back the curtain to reveal them. Despite the fact that Raven was the one that was completely naked, Bellamy and Clarke were the ones to blush.
"Fancy meeting you guys here," Raven said.
"This isn't what it looks like," Clarke started.
"It seems to me that you two have been in this bathroom the entire time that Shaw and I were having sex. Remind me why you two are in the bathroom and why you, Clarke, are only wearing a towel?" Raven, at the end of her question, smirked. She didn't seem angry that they were in there, more intrigued as to why they were.
"It's complicated," Clarke said.
"Don't you have a girlfriend, Bellamy?" Raven asked as she turned to him with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, Raven, I do," he stated confidently. "Clarke and I were trapped in here while you two were fucking. Simple as that."
"Hmm." Raven turned around to dismiss them. "Get out of here, you perverts."