Okay so new chapter up... Hope you like it!

Previously

"They did say something before they knocked me out... They said she would be released soon but we can't attack them... or she's dead... we all are"

Bellamy POV

"Fuck" He muttered under his breath.

"We can't-" Before any more words could leave the space-walkers mouth Bellamy had him on the ground by his throat. He needed someone to blame and that idiot happened to be the closest

"You should've protected her space-walker but instead our only damn healer is gone"

"Let him go Bellamy" Raven said, something in her voice made him stop, this is not what Clarke would want. Reluctantly Bellamy let him go "I've got to find her" Before he could take a step he found his way blocked by someone. He was seeing red. Anger was overtaking him, until he heard her voice

"Bellamy" the voice said calmly "Bell... look at me" He dropped his head and was met with deep brown eyes extremely similar to his own. He clenched his jaw, no, he would not look weak in front of his sister. "You can't go after Clarke"

"And why the hell not?" He took a deep breath, perhaps he needed to punch Finn a couple more times

"Because... not only did they send a threat but as soon as we walk into grounder territory we're dead. We don't know how many of them there are but we do know that they aren't weak and they know this place far better then we do. I hate it Bell but we have to wait it out... or they'll pick us off one by one" He hated how much sense Octavia was making.

"What do you want me to do? Wait? I can't just let her die" He whispered to his sister "No more death" He tried to add but it was too late, she'd already seen something in him that perhaps even he didn't want to see. Raven piped up

"I say we stay here and come up with a strategy for when she gets back. We might even be able to make some trips north if the grounders are preoccupied with her" It was getting dark and Bellamy really couldn't stand anything the mechanic was coming up with

"We'll discuss in the morning. Everyone get some rest. When you wake up I want to reinforce the wall, make it bigger, stronger. Got that?" He listened to them all groan with recognition and fan off into their tents until only he remained. He turned at the sound of someone approaching him. Even in the safety of the wall he didn't feel protected.

"Look Murphy I really don't want to talk to anyone right now-" and that was when he felt it. The knife stick into his side, if he hadn't reacted so quickly it would've a direct hit to his heart. Out of pure adrenaline he pulled the knife out of his side. There was no way Murphy would get away with this. Slamming him to ground Bellamy hovered over him
"You shouldn't have come back Murphy. Clarke's not here to protect you this time" Murphy simply smirked

"I'm not ashamed of what I did. And I never will be. That's how we're different Bellamy. I take ownership of my actions... but you? It's always someone else's fault. I heard around the grapevine that you're responsible for three hundred deaths... Is that true? Of course it's not. Bellamy Blake would never kill anyone, he's the mighty protector of the universe right? You couldn't protect Charlotte, you couldn't protect Wells and you couldn't protect Clarke so what good are you? Everyone that gets close to you dies. Good luck to Octavia, don't how she lasted this long"

"Just shut your mouth. I should've killed you when I first had the chance, when Charlotte jumped off of that cliff it was you're fault, Charlotte killed Wells and Clarke's not dead, I know that, she's the reason you're alive now, she's the one who wanted to accept you back into camp not me I wanted to kill you. But you know what they say, third times a charmer" He said, slamming down his knife into Murphy's chest. Unlike Murphy he hit the spot he intended to. Standing he felt the weight of what he'd just done. That was not nearly as satisfying as he thought it would be.

"Bell?"

"O, he tried to kill me"

"I know... I heard everything, we better move him before the others see, if they ask, we'll say he fled camp"

Clarke POV

In a haze Clarke woke. Her head was thumping but other than that she remained unharmed or so she thought until a hand came down and slapped her on the face, hard

"Good to know you're awake" Anya said, contempt dripping from her words

"Why did you bring me here? You could've just killed me" Clarke tried to stay strong, the person she always was. Surely there was a way to get out of here. There had to be. She heard a struggled moan and thought for an instant it might have been Finn, but he was no where in sight. Instead she saw a little girl, lying on the table, struggling for breath. The little girl reminded her of Charlotte.

"You need to heal her. She's my sister. She was harmed by your bomb. She dies... you die" Clarke took a deep breath and stood to examine the girl. She was in a bad state.

"She's got two cracked ribs. All that will heal them is rest, unless one of them has punctured her lung. Take a deep breath for me sweetie" She put on her best doctor voice. The grounder girl looked scared "I'm not going to hurt, I'm going to heal you okay? What's your name"

"Belle" She said softly, god what did these grounders think of the 100? They weren't monsters coming to get them. They simply wanted peace. Instantly she thought of the pet name she'd heard Octavia use for Bellamy so many time, god she'd give anything to be back at camp arguing with him, or even just in same space as him, for a moment she thought back to their kiss, for a minute she'd lost herself with him, forgotten where they were and who they were but now she was spiralling back down the reality and the brakes weren't working.

"Belle, that's a lovely name, now Belle I need you to take a deep breath for me" Belle took a shallow breath

"I can't it hurts too much" Well this made matters worse. How could she perform a surgery when she didn't have the proper tools? Then it clicked, Mt Weather was grounder territory, she had no doubt that Anya would do anything to save her sister, including sparing the life of her enemy.

"I need you to take me to Mt Weather. That's the only place that has the supplies I need and if you want her to survive, I need those supplies"

Anya POV

"I'm not letting you go anywhere until she's well" There was no way the leader of the invaders was leaving her sight until her sister was guaranteed a recovery. She thought back to her Mother and Father who killed when they set of the bomb, no way could she let Belle die, not today.

"I need to be the one to get those supplies because I'M the only one knows what we need" The blonde was starting to piss her off. She can't possibly be a very good healer if she couldn't improvise. A small hand gripped hers

"Anya, you need to let her get the supplies. I'll be fine" After a few moment she nodded

"fine, but you've got to hold on for me okay? You promise" Anya said smoothing the small girls hair back. It was time for her to look after her sister, and her people.

Clarke POV

It amazed Clarke to see that the grounders had a soft side, in some way Anya was exactly like her, willing to do whatever it took to keep everyone safe. But she couldn't possible let that fool her, she had to stay on guard around these people, they weren't to be trusted.

"I'll take you" Anya said knocking Clarke out of her thoughts "But if you even try to escape, you're as good as dead, got it?"

"Got it, let's go" Anya nodded and followed closely behind Clarke as they walked towards a medical bunker located near by. They'd be back within about twenty minutes. Clarke preyed she had the supplies she needed

"You must really love her huh?" Clarke said wrenching open the door

"That's none of your concern"

"Look, I'm not the person you think I am. When they came up with the plan to blow up the bridge, I was too busy looking after everyone affected by your virus, including myself. But I meant what I said. I want peace" Those words lingered in the air and none of them spoke, silently looking for the supplies Clarke needed to save Belle. "I found everything, we can go back now" Walking back in silence Clarke felt the weight of the task she was about to endeavour. If she didn't save the grounder girl not only was she dead, but so were her people.

"I found some morphine to numb out the pain but regardless of that the needle going in is still going to hurt okay?" The little girl nodded, for a girl no older than ten she was very strong. She pushed the needle into her and could already immediately see the morphine working it's magic

"Anya, I need to make sure she does move, so you'll probably have to tie her down, it wont be long, but if she moves it's going to make things a lot harder for me" With a swift nod Clarke watched as she sprung into action tying down the arms and legs of her sister. The incision was quite large but it had to be for Clarke to remove the rib for her lung. It was a deep gash but she put on what she'd constantly heard Bellamy call her 'doctors face' and continued. With the Rib removed and the punctured lung stitched up Clarke closed the wound with the proper stitches she'd found in the bunker and took a deep breath. The morphine started wear off but Belle's breathing had finally regulated

"Can you take a deep breath for me" Clarke held her own breath as she waited. This was the ultimate test. With ease the girl sucked in a deep and breath and released it with much less pain

"You're going to be okay, you just need to rest for at least two weeks before doing any strenuous activity" Clarke couldn't believe she done it. She'd really just saved the little girls life. Before she could stop it she saw another arrow coming at her... except this time it did hit her. It had hit her so hard in the shoulder she got knocked backwards

"You said... you said..." She was struggling to breathe, the pain overcoming her "Bitch" She muttered before succumbing to the pain and passing out, knowing very well those were probably her last words.

Octavia POV

It had been two days since Clarke was taken by the grounders and two days since Murphy had tried to kill her brother. The wall was getting stronger and so were the hundred, well more like 86, learning to shoot accurately. But still she couldn't function properly without Clarke at camp. Bellamy was a leader, but so was Clarke, together they made everyone feel safe. Octavia sat by the lake they had dumped Murphy's body in gripping her gun tightly. Her head ached for Lincoln and his comforting touch, but it was too late. Lincoln was gone, she had to stick by her choice. A twig snapped and before Octavia could fire a shot she heard him

"Bellamy?" She choked out trying her best not to break down. Why was this planet so damn frustrating?

"Hey it's okay O, I'm here. Everything will be fine. I will protect you" She stopped her tears gathering the strength he was offering her

"I know Bell... I know. Let's just get back to camp okay?" She heard something "Wait... did you head that?" She ran toward the noise, it was a dull groan, but it was also familiar. Stopping dead at the sight Octavia let out a small scream feeling Bellamy rush towards her. What the hell had the grounders done this time?

Bellamy POV

Bellamy was alarmed the minute he'd heard his sister scream and then he saw it. A beautiful blonde, his beautiful blonde, lying bloody and battered on the ground in front of him. He rushed to side pushing her hair out of her face

"Bellamy?" her heard her whisper, his name rolling off her tongue perfectly

"I'm here princess, just like I said I would be. God Clarke, who did you piss off this time?" She let out a strangled laugh

"Wouldn't you like to kno..." He watched the life fade from her eyes

"No Clarke stay with me!" But she was gone. He'd just gotten her back, no way was he going to lose her again.

Okay... so that's it... hope you liked it and I promise, promise, promise there will be lot's of Ballarke moments in the next chapter

Also, I wanted to add Anya's point of view just to try and make them seem less... I don't know, evil? Let me know what you think!