A/N: Seriously, I can't wait another five days.

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Bellamy waits impatiently with Octavia, feeling like some sort of supplicant calling upon their monarch. The thought irks Bellamy to no end, wanting nothing more than to be back on the search for his people now that Mel and Monroe have been safely delivered to be infirmary tent.

The assistant - Jackson, Bellamy thinks his name is - had told them to wait while he found the Chancellor and Bellamy reluctantly obeys, more from the assumption that he would likely be shot if he left on his own than any feelings of respect.

"How long do you think they'll keep us here?" Octavia asks.

"Chancellor Kane doesn't like me," Bellamy replies, putting much disgust in the title as he can, "He might try and keep us here out of spite."

"Why doesn't that surprise me," Octavia says with a roll of her eyes. Whatever she says next is lost to Bellamy as he catches a flash of gold out of the corner of his eye.

He would recognise that flash anywhere and the world seems to slow as he turns, brown meeting blue.

Clarke.

Her name escapes his lips before he realises it, a disbelieving whisper. She's suddenly moving forward and so is he, wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he can. He had momentarily feared that she was a delusion created by his weary mind but he can feel her warmth through her jacket and the freshly cleaned smell - as much as one could bathe here - is not something his mind could invent.

Bellamy can't stop - doesn't want to stop - the smile pulling at his lips, the discomfort of his scars is a small thing compared to his joy. She feels so small in his arms - she's on her toes and he's reaching down - but the force of her grip reminds Bellamy of how much strength is hidden in her tiny frame.

He takes a deep breath, his lungs filled with nothing but Clarke and releases it, feeling more relaxed than he has been in days.

"You smell," she suddenly teases and Bellamy stiffens before laughter overtakes him, amused by the fact that is the first thing she has to say to him.

"We haven't all time for someone to draw us a bath, princess," he responds lightly, he would have continued their banter if not for Octavia clearing her throat next to him.

Bellamy lets got reluctantly as Clarke springs back, too used to his sister to be embarrassed.

He simply watches as she embraces Octavia, noting everything about her features that he had begun to forget in the last couple of days.

She turns to him, concern suddenly marring her face, "Where's everyone else? Where's Finn?"

Bellamy ignores the churning in his gut at her mention of Finn and is proud of his steady voice, "Finn and Murphy are out looking for you, Monroe's in the infirmary tent and..." The scream echoes in Bellamy's head, something he should have never let happen, "Sterling didn't make it."

The look Clarke gives him is filled with sympathy and understanding and relief at her reappearance fills Bellamy once again.

"Is Monroe going to be okay?" Clarke asks.

"She'll be fine," Octavia says quickly, "Where's the rest of our people?"

It is a question Bellamy should have already asked and Clarke's shoulders slump at it, giving her a weary air Bellamy understands all too well.

"Let's find a quiet place to talk," he suggests, Clarke looking to him gratefully, "Looks like we've got a lot to catch up on."

Clarke nods and begins leading them to engineering where Raven is already being put to work. Bellamy is glad he has a chance to check on her and watches Clarke as they walk, smiling as she turns back to ensure he and Octavia are following. They're outnumbered, their people are missing and their actions are being restrained by their old government but Bellamy's smile stays on his face as he considers how they are yet to come against Clarke Griffin.