Clarke POV
After shaking Anya's hand I grabbed Finn and dragged him back to camp, knowing that Bellamy would be watching and would follow when he thought it was safe to do so. The journey would normally take 20 minutes but with all the thoughts of what I had to do over the next few hours rotating around my head it was like I blinked and the gate was in front of me.
"Damn it Clarke, Stop!" I heard yelled behind me before I was spun around by someone's hold on my jacket.
"What?!" I demanded. Looking up to see it was Finn trying to get my attention.
"What is the rush? What did the grounders want? Have we got a peace treaty?" Finn spurred out quickly, clearly seeing in my face that I wasn't going to answer.
I still struggle to believe I liked him, it's like everything that I used to like in him now irritates me: his constant need for attention, the way he bends his head forward when he talks to you and his constant questioning. I have a camp to run and yet he seems to think it's my responsibility to run everything past him. Doesn't he realise how much he's hurting Raven?
"Finn, I don't have time to explain. When Bellamy gets back can you tell him I'm in the drop ship, please?"
"Bellamy? But he'll be in camp; do you want me to go find him?" Finn asked, clearly confused.
Realising that he still didn't know that I had asked Bellamy to follow us I took a deep breath and knowing that I was going to be shouted at I squared my shoulders.
"No, I asked him to be my back up so he followed us. He should be back in about 20 minutes or so"
Grabbing me by both my shoulders Finn started to shake me "You can't be serious! Clarke, what is wrong with you?! You know he can't be trusted! He's a murderer!"
Ripping myself from his grasp I looked him straight in the eyes when I delivered the final blow "Stop it Finn! I have had enough of this; I don't know how to make it any clearer. I trust Bellamy; he's my partner. Anything I know, he knows. Get used to it" Swiftly turning around I march towards the drop ship still planning what needs to be done: Finish my design for huts, Clean and organise the medical bay, Finish my diary of all the plants we've found and their medical applications, pack up everything I want to take with me to the grounders.
'God and that properly isn't even the half of it'
Bellamys POV
"Well that seemed to have gone well" Raven said as we watched Anya and Clarke shake.
"Shall we go?" Jasper asked starting to stand. Grabbing his bag I dragged him back down. "Not yet, I doubt we're the only ones with backup. We'll give it a few minutes to make sure everyone's gone and then we'll follow"
"Sounds like a plan boss, so what agreement do you think they've come to? Did you two discuss terms before you came here" Raven queried.
"No we didn't, but Clarke wouldn't have promised something we couldn't deliver"
We waited another ten minutes or so before heading back to the camp. I tried to walk at a normal pace but my legs kept rushing me forward. I needed to know what Clarke had agreed. Not that I didn't trust her, I trusted her more than anyone: more than even Octavia.
Walking through the gate I expected Clarke to be waiting or to at least have organised a team to share the info with. "Where's Clarke?" I asked Miller as I strolled through.
"She came in about 15 minutes ago, try the drop ship. She had an argument with spacewalker and stormed off" Miller yelled down from his position on top of the wall.
Passing my bag to Jasper to put away I made my way to the drop ship. "Princess, you in here?"
"Yer, but I've got a lot to do so you might want to come back"
"Yer because that's gonna happen. Everything seemed to go okay? What was agreed?"
I could see that whatever it was I wasn't going to like it, I was no expert when it came to the Princess but anyone reading her body language could've told you that. Taking a deep breath, she turned towards me.
"They want to make a trade"
"What kind of trade?"
"Me for Lincoln"
"Not a chance!" I snorted before turning around ready to march out, find those grounders and give them a piece of my mind. Before I could even take two steps she had grabbed my right arm and used it to drag me around.
"We have to do this Bellamy, I have to do this"
"Of course you don't! They just want an excuse to start a war; they knew we would never agree to that"
"Bellamy"
"I mean of all the stupid, ridiculous demands they could make…"
"BELLAMY" Clarke yelled, interrupting my rant.
"I've already agreed" Snapping my eyes to her, I could see that she was being serious. How could she be so stupid? They obviously just want to take her away and torture her or something. This is just another way to weaken our camp.
"You're not going"
"Yes I am"
"No you're not"
"Bellamy"
"Clarke"
We stood there for a good thirty seconds just staring into each other's eyes, our chests rising and falling as we waited for the other one to back down.
"I'm sorry Bellamy but you're not going to change my mind. If there's any chance for peace we have to take it"
"Clarke, it's clearly a trap. Just a way to get you away from camp. They must have known we were there and thought up a different way to ostracise you. How did they possibly justify this trade anyway?"
"I would go to live at their camp and Lincoln would come to live at ours. Lincoln was their healer and now that he's considered a traitor by their people no one will trust him to heal them anymore. It's a way for us to learn about the dangers we face, it's a way for us to have peace Bellamy!"
"Don't you see how crazy this is? You can't just leave"
"I am: tomorrow at midday"
"What?!" I demanded exasperated. Am I the only sane one? I can't lose her, the camp needs her.
"Bellamy, this is going to be hard enough as it is please don't make it harder"
"Clarke, have you seen Emily I can't find her….Oh sorry" said a little girl, properly about 15 with long brunette hair.
"Get out" I ordered. Not in the mood for this.
"Bellamy! Sorry Rachel, ignore him. No I haven't sorry sweetheart. Me and Bellamy have a lot to talk about, could you let everyone know that if they need anything to go to Octavia or Raven for the next few hours please?"
"Yes of course, Sorry again" the little squirt squeaked out before running for the door, closing it sharply behind her.
"Bellamy, you can't just snap at people! She's only a little girl"
"Stop changing the subject Clarke. You're not going and that's the end of it"
Looking down at her hands, Clarke continued as if I hadn't said anything "On the table there are the blue prints I've created of my ideas of how we can build huts, I've finished detailing some of the plants we've come across and there healing applications…"
"Clarke"
"And I think you should ask Octavia and maybe even Monty if they want to be involved in the healing side of things as they've both shown a bit of an interest and we could properly need all the help we can get"
"Clarke"
"Everything is labelled and ready for Lincoln to use when he gets here and with winter coming up I think we should look at trying to catch some animals and breed them here"
"Princess!"
With that she finally looked up at me. Her eyes were glistening; she was clearly trying to stop herself from crying.
"Come here" I mutter, outstretching my arms waiting to embrace her. She hesitated for a few more seconds before finally walking into my embrace. She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist while her head went to rest on my chest. Leaning down I placed my head atop her's, placing a kiss in her hair I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
We must have stood there for at least 5 minutes, just memorising each other because deep down I knew tomorrow she would be gone.
"You can't go Clarke" I mutter, I heard her sharp intake of breath before I found myself pushed back.
"To hell I can't!" I exclaimed, marching forward to grab her shoulders.
"So give me one good reason why I shouldn't go?!" she challenged me. Brave Princess, why can't she ever back down.
"Because we need you!"
"How?"
"Pardon?"
"How do you need me?"
"Erm…well you're our medic"
"That's what Lincoln will be for. He's lived here longer so will have a better idea of what can be done then I do"
"Well, you're our leader; you keep me from making mistakes"
"You have Jasper, Monty, Finn and Raven for that"
"Damn it Clarke, we just need YOU okay"
"But you don't Bellamy, everything I do could be done by someone else. I'm more useful by creating peace. Just think Bellamy: everyone would be able to go to the stream and have a bath without the fear of having a spear thrown through their guts!"
"You don't get it Princess, you can't leave"
"WHY?!" She exclaimed, clearly exasperated. I didn't realise how close we had got while arguing but the angrier she got the bigger breaths she had to take and I could feel the movement of her chest against mine as she took a long deep breath.
It was that moment that I realised why she couldn't leave; it wasn't because the camp needed her. It was because I needed her. Dragging my hands up from where they were still placed on her shoulders all the way up to cup her face I leaned forwards and captured her lips.
