Follow You

AN: I am so very sorry for the long update, but I moved to a new house and it's been really hectic! Thank you to those of who let me know how they felt about the first chapter, and hopefully more people will speak up on this one! I decided to do a time jump in this chapter to skip stuff I feel is unnecessary so I could dish out the good stuff! This time jump will be three weeks from the day that they found the beach. I will cover the important stuff that happened in flashbacks (maybe not in this chapter) and also thoughts from Bellamy. Oh and you say you want more dialogue, well here it is!

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3 weeks later

"Clarke," Octavia's voice startled the blonde a bit, but without moving or looking up she continued to stitch up Jaspers wounded leg.

"Mm?" she managed.

If rolling eyes made a sound then Octavia's eye rolling would be thunderous…she also sucked her teeth for added effect. "When are you going to eat? We are all worried about you Clarke," she shifted her body weight and Clarke looked up into her concerned eyes. "Everyone, including you, seems to believe you are the village super hero or something, but Clarke…even super hero's need to eat."

Clarke snorted, but couldn't fight back a smile. "I am no super hero," she sighed, letting her eyes close for a second. "I'm just trying to help keep everyone on their feet before winter hits, you know?"

The brunette gave a soft nod, crossing her arms to her chest. "I know, but there are other healers in this village Clarke, and we need you to be on your feet… you know?"

"Who sent you?" Clarke groaned, placing the last stitch on Jaspers leg just a little too tightly.

"Ouch, you know, I am a living, breathing human over here," Jasper winced, "and as much as I love to hear you girls chat about non sense I think my leg takes priority!"

"Oh, shut up Jasper," both girls said in unison.

He threw his hands up in the air, mock defensively and chuckled.

"You actually think that little scrape of yours takes priority over Clarke's sudden anorexia?" Octavia rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at Jasper (an action Clarke considered pretty flirtatious).

"This little scrape of mine hurts like hell," Jasper scoffed, crossing his arms to his chest and smiling sheepishly at Octavia.

"And I am not anorexic," The blonde grumbled, mirroring the man's action.

Octavia just laughed before waving them off and leaving Clarke's designated medical area. .

"You know it was Bellamy, right?" Jasper offered, interrupting the comfortable silence that fell upon them once Octavia left.

She looked up, not surprised by the fact, but surprised that Jasper felt the need to mention it. "Hm?"

"He's worried about you Clarke," Jasper shifted, running a hand through his hair, "says you only eat just enough to stay alive and you've been running on a few hours of sleep a night since we got here. He also thinks you're avoiding him, and frankly, I don't think he's really good at these kind of conversations, but he wants to make sure you aren't depressed…" he trailed off at that last bit.

Clarke scoffed, "depressed over what? I am in no way, shape or form depressed. I don't want to eat more than what I need because there are so many people in this village, and we need to keep a high stock for winter. I haven't slept much because every five seconds, it seems someone from our camp is wounded or sick, and I don't want any of Luna's healers to have to take care of our people. They didn't ask for new roommates, and I'm sure as hell not trying to make this any more difficult for them than it already is." She couldn't help but feel a little offended that people…especially Bellamy... were throwing around the word depressed to describe the way she had been acting lately. "And besides, neither my eating nor my sleeping habits are any of Bellamy Blake's concern," she added sternly.

"Yeah," Jasper looked at her long and hard, a smirk starting to form on his lips, "I'm sure those are your only reasons for locking yourself up in this med room and avoiding Bellamy, but I'll be sure to tell him to mind his business… actually, I'll be sure to tell him YOU said to mind his business," he chuckled, "I don't need to feel his wrath today."

"I am not avoiding Bellamy," she sighed, but couldn't force her voice to sound convincing.

Jasper stared at her.

"I'm simply just not in the mood to hear his complaining, and I'm certainly not in the mood to bicker with him about whether or not the grounders we have been with for weeks are trustworthy," she hoped she sounded convincing enough this time.

"um hm," was all jasper said, a stupid smirk taunting Clarke.

She felt her cheeks flush as he stared at her with accusing eyes, but relief swept over her as he cleared his throat and stood up.

Wincing slightly at the movement, he said, "Monty's cooking up some moonshine and Luna and Rex are telling stories by the camp fire tonight. You should take a little break from the nothingness that is preoccupying you in here and come join us."

Clarke shook her head, offering him a smile. "I have some medical stuff to do."

"You know Clarkey," she smiled at his nickname for her, "for your own sake, I think it would be best if you came for a while." He scratched his head awkwardly, "people are starting to talk."

She looked into his eyes then, worried by this and silently pleaded for him to continue.

"I've heard a few rumors going around that you don't want to be here. Rumors that you aren't being a very grateful leader of our people for the shelter and alliance Luna's camp is providing. Bellamy has had to make some friends, even though its clear to all of us that he completely hates it…some our camp feels he's picking up your slack…but don't worry, me and Monty have been trying to squash the rumors."

That last bit stung a little, Clarke didn't want her camp to think she was becoming incompitant to co-lead, but what hurt more was that Bellamy felt he had to pick up her slack. She gave Jasper a weary look, but didn't speak.

"Some other really crazy rumors too, and if you keep this little anti-social act going I'm sure it will get a lot worse," he finished, throwing an apologetic look her way. "Speaking from experience, when the camp starts talking about you, whether good or bad it really can make an impact".

She gave him a soft nod, her lips curving into a frown. "I didn't realize… I'll be there tonight, thanks jasper."

He smiled softly, throwing a "see ya Clarkey" over his shoulder before he wobbled out of the door semi dramatically.

With that she was left with her thoughts, her face still burning with an embarrassed fluster.

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Bellamy

Three weeks. I can't believe it has been three whole weeks since we made it to the Atlantic Ocean. Fortunately for us, the obsessed Grounder tracked us down and led us to where Luna's camp was resting before the weeks journey to their winter village. It took us more than a week to travel on foot to a site that hid two large Fema shelters. I stood back idly at the time as Clarke brokered deals with these new grounders…against my wishes of course. But I had to put my trust in Clarke to do what was right for our people. I watched as my sister cuddled up with Lincoln, also against my wishes. I have never seen her this happy.

My people are happy in general. I watch as they dance around fires with these strangers, as they laugh and sleep beside these people who can turn their backs on us at any given time. I'm trying to be happy… really, I am. These grounders seem to be completely different than the ones who we were at war with, and the Fema shelters are clean, spacious and warm. Three whole weeks without a single person from camp dying, without someone having a psychotic break like Murphy had… we don't have to walk around with guns slung over our shoulders, or constantly be on guard to protect the wall…three weeks of peace.

But something in my gut nudges at me as the days of peace go on.

I keep waiting for something terrible yet expected to happen and when the instance never comes I still can't relax. Instead I wait anxiously for this earth to fuck us royally.

The worst part is feeling so alone in my thoughts. Not being able to share them with the one person who would listen no matter how crazy I sounded. A certain feisty blonde with a heart that is sometimes a little too big for this cold world.

Clarke has been completely avoiding me, but I can't get her to admit it if I strapped her to a chair and lit a fire under her ass.

It was painstakingly annoying to say the least.

But for some reason I feel… guilty. For what?! I have no clue, but as the days creep by and the avoidance grows thicker, and her eating and sleeping slowly diminish…I can't help but worry.

There's something that's bothering her and if I have to force it out of her I will. I struggle with myself everyday…the way Clarke bothers me, the way I worry for her…it gets under my skin so deep. But regardless of my pride and for whatever reasons that I actually give a damn about the annoying blonde, I need to fix it…fix her…and quickly, because I don't know how much longer I can do this alone.

"Bellamy," Miller comes up from behind me, clearing his throat and snapping me from my thoughts.

"What is it?" My throats dry, and it's obvious in my voice.

"I just thought you should know that Clarke's coming out of hibernation tonight for Luna's camp fire stories," Millers voice was weary… I must not be an easy person to talk to.

"Jasper?"

"Yup. And he passed along the message that she said…" Miller scratched his head nervously, "to tell you to mind your business. Jasper told me to emphasize that SHE said it."

A smirk starts to form on my lips. I can't deny the news that she passed along made me miss the banter that defined the friendship we shared… if one would call it a friendship. I am also very pleased with Jasper…the boy has seriously grown on me. I catch myself thinking that I would rather my sister be with him…if anyone at all. But I shake off the thought as quickly as it comes because, to me, my sister is more suited to be one of those nuns in the Ark history books…the ones who never have relationships. Unfortunately for me Octavia has other plans and I have to suffer watching her throw disgusting love struck glances and romantic innuendos everyday at Lincoln. I roll my eyes at the thought.

"Thanks Miller," I say finally after realizing he is waiting for a response.

" No problem Bellamy," he smiles and begins to walk away.

I sigh. My life is no more important than the next man, and I've been completely engulfed in it. "Miller, what's up with you and Luna?"

He shifts, scratching the back of his neck. I can't remember seeing Miller this nervous, not even at times when he had some bad news to share with me. "Nothing man, she's just a cool person... err grounder… we just hang out."

Miller looked surprised when I broke into a smile. "She is pretty cute and definitely a bad ass," I offer, patting the man on his shoulder as if I were giving him my blessing.

He returned my smile, a grateful look in his eyes and we both laughed and joked for a while.

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Clarke-

I sigh, finish off my fishtail braid and throw on my boots. I definitely don't feel like being social tonight, but I have no choice. There is no way in hell my actions will be the cause of Luna's camp turning against us.

At least 40 people, a mixture of the grounders and sky people, were huddled around a huge campfire in the middle of the two shelters. People were laid out on the grass, some brought blankets with them and others sat close to the fire. Another 20 people were standing around, happily talking to each other and some were even dancing. Luna found me with her large brown eyes, and though I could tell she was surprised to see me she smiled and bowed her head. I returned her gesture respectfully and then searched for my friends.

Some people from my camp embraced me in hugs… others held their hands out to me as I walked by. I could feel my cheeks heating up in flustered way at their reactions. To say the warmth that they showed me surprised me was an understatement.

"Hey Clarke, I'm glad you're here," Monty embraced me in a warm hug.

"Clarkey, you came…because of me," Jasper announced proudly. "I always knew I had a way with words. Some people like to call it the gift of gab."

"Shut up," I laugh and playfully hit him on the shoulder.

He mocks hurt but laughs as well.

"Clarke?"

My smile fades quickly as I recognize the voice of the person who stands behind me. Gathering up all the façade I can muster I turn and smile. "Hey Finn."

"It's good to see you out of that medical room," he shifts uneasily, but his smile holds.

Mine doesn't. "Yeah, needed some fresh air and socialization." Just not with you.

"Can we talk?" he asks, but shifts his gaze on Jasper and Monty, silently asking for some privacy.

Jasper looks from me to Finn and back to me again before sighing and walking off, leading Monty with him. I silently wish that I had asked them to stay. "What is it Finn?" I try hard to keep the irritation out of my tone.

"Let's take a little walk," he suggests and begins leading the way.

I oblige, but only because I rather the whole camp not overhear whatever Finn has got to say. When we get far enough from the group, Finn slips behind a tree and I hesitate before I follow. "What is it?"

"I can't do this anymore Clarke," he belts out.

"Cant do what?"

"Can't pretend that what happened between us didn't, and I cant hide my feelings for you," He grabs hold of my wrist, squeezing it lightly. "I love you."

My stomach turns. It's not the first time that he's told me, but this time his words hold no weight, no validity or importance in my life. I shake my head at him, removing my wrist from his hold. "You're selfish."

His eyebrows furrow. "How is that?"

"You've spent the last three weeks nursing Raven back to health, and I've seen the way you've been looking at her Finn," I swallow a lump that formed in my throat. "You're in love with her."

He doesn't speak for a moment, but racks his fingers through his hair. His eyes meet mine, pleading, "But I am in love with you too."

I shake my head, a chuckle escaping my parted lips. "You are so selfish. You think that you can have the both of us or that one of us will just wait around until you decide who you love more," My voice hitches. "Well I'm not waiting around and you cant have me."

He opens his mouth to protest, but I close my eyes and put my hand up to stop him. "Please Finn, just don't… Raven's finally coming around to forgiving you and I could tell she's trying to start fresh with you and I just want to forget it all happened. I want to forget about us."

He flinched at my words, and I could see the hurt in his eyes. "I choose you Clarke."

I laugh bitterly, "It's too late for all of that Finn. We had a small fling, a good little time on the ground while it lasted, and maybe there was a very deep connection there, but it's over now. It's been over. Please, let it go so we could move on from all of this."

"Clarke," the hurt in his eyes turned to anger, "is this about Bellamy? Are you seeing him?"

My heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks flushed a little. I balled my fists, anger rising inside of me. "Not that it's any of your business, but No. I'm just done with you…please just leave me alone Finn," the words left a bitter taste in my mouth.

I turned to walk away before he caught my arm and pulled me back. "Clarke."

"I believe she said to leave her alone," Bellamy growled as he emerged from the shadows of the woods.

Finn let go of my arm reluctantly, walking straight up to Bellamy. "And what's it to you?"

"Fallback spacewalker unless you want a broken face," Bellamy's facial expression was stone, fierce.

"Enough," I said, getting in between the guys and turning toward Finn. "Please leave."

He glared at Bellamy before his eyes met mine and they softened. "Sorry," he muttered and walked away.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.

Bellamy softly placed a hand on my shoulder, "You okay Princess?"

"Don't touch me," my reaction was immediate…hostile.

"Whoa," he threw up his hands, a glimmer of confusion in his eyes, along with something else… hurt. "I was just trying to help."

I bit my lower lip, looking away. "I don't need your help Bellamy."

His jaw set, anger flashing in his eyes, "Finn was bothering you, and I heard him mention my name."

I couldn't deny any of the above. "Well now you're bothering me, and you shouldn't be spying on me."

He stepped back, his eyebrows furrowed. I struck a nerve inside of him. "Spying on you?" his voice dripped with sarcasm, "in your dreams Princess. I came over here to ask why you've been hiding away like some depressed little girl," he said his words with the intent on causing pain, and I winced in reaction, "and I just happened to hear you and your LOVER going at it. Excuse me for wanting to make sure you were okay. Next time I wont bother at all."

I gritted my teeth together. "You're one to talk about lovers when you were sleeping with Finn's girl while he was out there fighting for his life."

While I was out there fighting for my life …

I didn't realize the thought left my mind until the words made their way out of my lips and Bellamy's eyes widened.

I closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip so hard that I could taste blood. There was no taking the words back now, but I didn't know what to do from here so I kept my eyes closed for a while.

The silence between us was deafening.

"Raven," was all he said.

Her name coming from his mouth made me cringe, but I gave a soft nod.

"Did you think that no one would find out about it?" I found the strength to question.

"I didn't think it would matter," his words were honest, but his voice betrayed a vulnerability that he tried to hide. "You and spacewalker were all love sick, and she came to me and I couldn't-"

"Just stop," I put up a hand and looked away.

"Is this why you've been avoiding me Clarke?" Bellamy was never one for guessing games, always straight to the point. "Are you upset that I slept with Raven?"

I felt a flush heating up my cheeks, but pressed my lips together and clenched my fists. "I don't care who you sleep with- woman, man, animal, the whole entire camp! But you make rash decisions and when Finn finds out about this, because he will somehow, he will want your head."

Bellamy chuckled at this, rolling his eyes and was about to speak when I interrupted him.

"I've had enough socializing for one night," I hissed and left Bellamy standing there, his eyes burning the back of my skull with his stare.

What in the world did I just do?

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