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Clarke waits by the large oak tree right outside of Camp Jaha. Her arms are folded across her chest and she takes a deep breath as she leans against the tree. He mind reels as thoughts of her friends plague her mind.

Mt. Weather had been a horrible place. She tried to get her people out, she truly had. But they just wouldn't listen. They thought that this was their new chance, but they didn't know they were going to be used. They didn't know to be suspicious of the seemingly nice people inside of Mt. Weather's airtight walls.

But Clarke was suspicious from the start. People on earth did not help others simply because it was right, they helped because they saw potential gain. It was the best chance of survival, to save someone that could have the potential to save you later.

She then thinks of Raven, her unlikely friend who helped her though everything. Raven was Finn's and Finn was Raven's, Clarke now knew. When the drop ship door was closing, Raven ran out after Finn. Though the girl was wounded, she ran to protect him. And that's when Clarke knew.

Her heart clenched and she took a deep breath, willing her emotions away.

There was a rustling in the branches, and Clarke turned to see Commander Bellamy making his way toward her. She blinked rapidly, trying to rid her eyes of the tears she felt prickling.

The sun was starting to set, the forrest becoming darker by the minute. Perhaps he wouldn't notice her distress.

"Clarke," he greets her, nodding his head.

"Bellamy," she responds, the name feeling foreign on her tongue. "We better get going."

She pushes herself from the tree, loosing her footing slightly as she does so. A hand grabs her arm, keeping her shaking form from falling.

"Thanks," she mutters as Bellamy retracts his hand.

They are quiet as they walk, his arm occasionally brushing hers. She clenches her jaw so tightly that pressure builds up in her head. She's slightly irked by the way that he seems to brush her arm on purpose. For some reason, she wants to talk to him, but she's at a loss as for what to say.

She keeps her jaw clenched instead.

Mt. Weather is in sight when the Commander finally speaks. "I'm sure they have some type of way to see us. They release the acid fog, so I believe that they must know when someone is getting too close for comfort."

Clarke notices the supplies on his back for the first time. He has a tent and pack, seemingly full of other useful tools that could be helpful. She feels like an idiot for not thinking to bring her own supplies with her.

Bellamy seems to understand her thinking, as he smirks at her. "Don't worry, Princess," he whispers, "I've got enough for the both of us."

She itches to roll her eyes at him, but decides against it. Their alliance was much too fragile to break it now based on an eye roll.

Clarke surveyed the area surrounding them, looking for a camera of some sort, or anything else that could be used to give off their location. When she found nothing, her eyes returned to Bellamy's.

" I don't see anything," she whispers.

He shrugs. "Then take caution. The Mountain Men are dangerous."

She nods and moves from behind the tree, making her way toward the cave she escaped from. She feels uneasy being there, even though this time she knows her way out. Bellamy follows closely behind her, his eyes constantly scanning for any threat of danger.

It is extremely dark in the cave, and Bellamy carefully pulls out a box of matches and a small candle. He lights the candle quickly, and Clarke nearly falls over when she is able to see.

There is a girl standing in the cave, with a boy- or rather, man- by her side.

"Octavia," the Commander hisses, "I told you not-"

"It's Lincoln, Bell!" she pleads, her eyes wild. "I can't leave him. I could never-"

"Octavia, be quiet!" Bellamy says. He looks to Clarke. "Let's get back to your camp. This has been dangerous enough for one night."

They all leave the cave, Octavia and Lincoln trailing behind Bellamy and Clarke ever so slightly. Once they are far away from Mt. Weather, Bellamy speaks.

"Octavia, I strictly told you not to do something. So what do you do? You do it anyway! You could have been killed, or turned into a Reaper yourself!"

It's now that Clarke takes a real look at the girl. She has striking features, and the black paint around her eyes makes her look like a warrior. She has a similar bone structure to Bellamy, and Clarke can easily tell that the two are related.

Lincoln, Clarke notes, looks very unwell. He has dark circles under his eyes and looks as if he's been starved. He looks like the life has been sucked out of him, and that it's a struggle for him to even stand.

"Excuse me," Clarke interrupts the bickering family, "but we need to get Lincoln here to a doctor. If we could just get him back to camp, I'm sure we can fix him up."

"Well, Princess Clarke, looks like you're going to be able to prove the alliance tonight." Clarke raises her eyebrow, and Bellamy continues, "Lincoln here was taken last month. I'm sure that they tried to make him a Reaper, and I'm sure that they've succeeded on some level. Now you must prove that you can reverse what they've done."

Clarke takes a deep breath, eyes shifting back to Lincoln's poor form. "Let's get to my people's camp then."

The unlikely group makes the way back to Camp Jaha, silent as ever.