Clarke

Bellamy and I emerge from Raven's tent to dazzling sunlight. Suddenly the world seems brighter, the leaves on the trees lusher and the sunlight filtering through the trees brighter. Bellamy's hands are on my shoulders and he seems jumpy, almost shielding me from the people that pass, his eyes glancing quickly around the camp. I gently take one of his hands in mine and face him,"heey it's ok I'm fine, nobody here is going to jump me. I'm ok you're ok," I lean into his chest and cock my head up towards his chin, "the baby is ok, we can do this"

He tips his face down and takes mine in his hands, "I need to make sure that you are safe." he croons, "if anything happens to you, It'd be on me."

"Bellamy I am going to be fine, I can take care of myself alright, you shouldn't have to worry" I dispel his fears and kiss him on the cheek lightly. Suddenly Finn, Jasper and Octavia approach us. Bellamy tenses as he sees them coming, then recognizing them, relaxes slightly and swings his left arm around my shoulder. Octavia laughs as she sees her brother, "Looks like your boyfriend's about to have a panic attack Clarke, what did you do to him?"

I shrug off his arm and walk over to them, Bellamy quick on my heels and reply, "He's just a little on edge as always" I shoot Bellamy a warning look on the word always, silently telling him to keep his mouth shut for now. He stubbornly puts his arm back on my shoulder and smirks back at me.

Finn eyeing Bellamy curiously asks, " Anyways you guys ready?"

My heart skips a beat as I remember, we had planned to take part in the border patrol today. "Oh ya of course we're ready"

Bellamy tenses up again and pulls me closer, "Um Clarke I don't think you should go on this one."

I pull away slightly and narrow my eyebrows, "Actually Bellamy I think I'm gonna go, like we planned"

He clenches his jaw, panic flashing in his eyes, after a long pained moment of everyone's eyes on him, waiting for an explanation he knows he can't give he relents, "Ok Princess, just…be careful" He pleads in a lower voice with me.

I give him a long look, taking in his pained expression and give him a reassuring smile, "of course"

Bellamy

I follow them with large strides, my gun cocked innocently to the trees, my finger on the trigger. My eyes are glued to Clarkes back, her blonde hair flying in waves off her shoulders as she walks swiftly as she walks precariously along the unnoffical border between our land and the grounders. My heart races everytime she narrowly misses tripping over a rock or exposed tree root. I eye the ravine below warily, heavily suspecting that there are grounders hidden in the trees, waiting for one of us to fall. I nearly leap in the air as Octavia jumps up from behind me, matching my long swift strides and asks, "Bellamy, what is up with you today, even for you you're acting a little jumpy." Her remark is innocent but her tone is heavily questioning, her feigned lightness laced with concern.

I shrug her off muttering passively, "Nothing I just don't want another grounder situation." I immediately feel the reprocussions of my topic choice. She shrinks back at the word situation, she looks as stung as if I had slapped her. I have basically thrown the whole Lincoln issue in her face and it hurts.

Immediately I reach out for her arm, "Octavia, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that."

She pulls away from me quickly, shooting back venemously, "No Bellamy, you know what I don't care anymore, "whatever the hell you want" for all I care!" She sprints ahead and I sigh, I feel like I am pushing her away, my baby sister, who I promised I would protect, yet everyday she seems further and further away. Just as I consider chasing after her a blur of movement descends ahead.

I look swiftly to the left and with a jolt I notice we have veered sharply into grounder territory without noticing. Panicked I rush ahead but am barred by a looming grounder, brandishing a paint streaked spear. I try to push past him, and the wind is knocked out of me as he throws me to the ground. I try to look past him and see Clarke and Octavia on the ground with their arms held behind their backs, their faces pushed roughly to the ground. My heart skips a beat as I am filled with pure rage and I try unsuccessfully to break past the guards once more.

To my left Finn has been thrown against a tree and is cradling his left arm and to my right Jasper is struggling to free his hands from a grounder who has him in a tight armlock. Up ahead the leader of the grounders narrows her opal streaked eyes venemously at Clarke and Octavia, roughly pulling Clarke by her neck from the ground and seethingly whispers something at her. Suddenly I remember the grudge she holds against Clarke and I am washed in fear. With a burst of energy I dodge the two burlesque guards and rush straight into the action. I am once again stopped by two marksmen, their arrows aimed tactfully at my throat. Slowly I get on my knees and put my hands behind my head. The leader only smiles, recognizing me, "If it isn't your hero? don't worry sweetheart after I throw you down into that ravine I'll make sure he follows you."

Clarke splutters, as her long nails wrap around her throat and I am filled with white hot rage, longing to plunge my knife into her heart. Suddenly she yanks Clarke by the hair towards the ravine and I impulsively stand, causing the marksmen to raise their weapons. I lean forward and yell, "No stop you can't do that, I promise if you let her go we'll go right back to our camp." I plead

She turns to face me, her eyes narrowed, "You don't seem to understand, this is a war. She has wronged me and now shes going to pay."

I step forward again as the arrows aimed at me follow my movements, "Please you can't.." I glance swiftly at Clarke and continue desperately, "She's pregnant ok, even if you have something against her please don't take it out on her baby."

In the silence that follows I can see the tall woman hesitate, balancing her revenge with her morality and finally she sighs, roughly throwing Clarke at me. I catch her as she gasps, regaining her breathe and I wrap her in my arms. The leader motions to her soldiers, and they lower their weapons and fall back behind her as she seethes, "Take her home, all of you leave and If I catch you on this side of the forest again I will not hesitate to have one of my men kill you."

I nod and pull Octavia from the ground, gently checking her face for blood. She looks at me with understanding and I see that, at least for now I am forgiven. I look back at Finn and Jasper as the grounders retreat and find Jasper looking at me with surprise and Finn with a cold steely eyed emotion I cannot identify. I shake it off turning my attention back to Clarke and survey her from the ground up, checking her for any injuries. Finding none I pull her head closer to mine and whisper, "Are you ok?"

She looks back at me with an expression of pure shock and mutters, "I think I'll be alright."

I nod and pick her up from the ground and for once she does not resist, instead she buries her face into my shoulder and begins to sob.