Clarke landed with a thud and winced. Her head was killing her from her scuffle with Doctor Tsing, and she was pretty sure she had a concussion."What the hell?" she heard Bellamy exclaim. She turned to see him pushing himself off the mass of bodies with a look of horror on his face.
"They're harvested grounders," Clarke said bitterly, climbing out and sitting on the edge of the large bin they had landed in. She bit her lip. If she hadn't gotten to Bellamy in time he would be the one lying dead in here, his body wasting away and waiting to be eaten by reapers. She felt like throwing up.
Clarke jumped to the ground cringing as another wave of pain shot through her head as soon as her feet made contact with the cave floor.
"You alright?" Bellamy asked, jumping down to join her. She nodded, "I'm fine."
He gave her a look, "Clarke if something's wrong you have to tell me." "Nothing's wrong Bellamy!" Clarke snapped, the words coming out harsher than she intended. A look of hurt flashed across his features and Clarke instantly felt guilty. "Look, I'm sorry," Clarke said. "I just have a headache, it's not a big deal. Right now, our focus needs to be on getting out of here and back to our friends."
Bellamy tensed and ran a hand over his face, clearly weighing his options. He finally sighed and looked at her, "You've been through here before princess. Lead the way." Clarke nodded, and they took off through the tunnels.
After walking for what felt like hours, Bellamy slowed to a stop beside her. "Maybe we should rest," he said looking her over. Clarke wanted to protest, but the throbbing in her head wasn't getting any better.
"Okay," she agreed reluctantly. Bellamy plopped himself down against the cave wall and Clarke followed his lead, keeping some distance between them. As much as she ached to be near him, she didn't really know where they stood. She honestly didn't see how he could even look at her after what she did.
They were broth breathing heavily, their breaths coming in and out in perfect harmony. Clarke didn't even realize how exhausted she was until she sat down, but she wanted nothing more than to curl up beside Bellamy and go to sleep.
"So was that the same way you escaped last time?" Bellamy asked breaking the silence between them.
"Yes," Clarke said thinking back to that day. "Anya and I fell down the chute and wandered through these tunnels for ages."
"You think you know the way out?" Bellamy asked her, worry in his voice. "I don't know," Clarke admitted. "I didn't exactly make it out the proper way the first time." Bellamy looked like he wanted to ask her more, she hadn't exactly told him about her jumping off a cliff and being rescued by their former enemy.
He didn't push her though, he just stared at the cave walls seemingly lost in thought.
"I didn't know you were a hugger," Clarke suddenly blurted out trying to keep her voice light. She failed.
"What?" Bellamy asked turning his head to look at her. Clarke swallowed, "I just didn't see you as the hugging type. You know with Echo and all."
"I've hugged you," he replied immediately, making Clarke turn slightly pink. "That's different," she muttered under her breath. "She saved our friends Clarke. And she helped you save my life. I guess I was just trying to say thanks." He looked at her suspiciously, his brown eyes staring into her blue ones questioningly. "How did you know that?" Clarke asked him, knowing there was no way him and Echo could have a chance to talk about the situation. "Know what?" Bellamy asked her confused. "That she helped save your life. You were passed out the entire time."
"I saw the syringe in your hand Clarke. She was the only one who would know anything about it. She was locked up in the harvest chamber for who knows how long. I just assumed." Clarke shook her head, "Well she's not the only one. My mom's a doctor, she knew. She told us if you were alive, it would wake you up."
"That's not-" Bellamy started to say before abruptly cutting himself off, a look of realization suddenly dawning on his face. "What?" Clarke said trying to prod it out of him. "It's nothing Clarke," he replied, his voice dark. He kept his eyes staring straight ahead, trying not to look at her. "You're right, your mom could of figured it out too. I just didn't think about it."
"Bellamy," Clarke pressed beginning to get fed up, "what were you going to say?" "Just drop it Clarke," he said his voice blunt and to the point. "Bellamy! You can't keep things from me, we need to be honest with each other," she protested. He let out a sigh and turned to her hesitantly, "It's not a medicine. It's an invention."
Clarke froze, feeling something inside her crack, "What's in it?"
"I don't know. All I know is that it was made by Mount Weather with chemicals they created. Chemicals that no one on the Ark, or even grounders could know anything about."
Clarke felt her insides boiling with rage. Her mom had no idea. She had no idea what that injection would do to him. "She lied," Clarke whispered, more to herself than to Bellamy. "She told us if it didn't wake you up you were dead. If the injection didn't work, she wanted us to think you were dead and leave you behind." "Clarke," Bellamy said, "she was trying to protect you. All of you. If I didn't wake up, leaving me was your only option." "Don't say that," Clarke snapped at him, "I never would have left you there. My mom knew that."
Bellamy looked at her steadily, "Exactly. As long as you and Octavia were safe, I wouldn't of cared what happened to me. Your mom did the right thing." Clarke looked back at Bellamy, surprised to see not one trace of hatred or loathing in his eyes.
There was something else there entirely.
"How can you look at me like that?" Clarke whispered so quietly she was surprised he even heard her. "Like what?" Bellamy asked softly, refusing to break her gaze.
"Like that," Clarke said back, tears beginning to well in her eyes. "Like you don't hate me for sending you there to die." "Clarke," Bellamy said looking at her seriously, "don't ever say anything like that again." "What do you mean?" she asked him, her confusion portrayed clearly in her voice. He moved closer to her and took her face in his hands, "There is not a force in this universe that could make me hate you." Clarke started crying for the millionth time that day, the tears burning a hot trail down her dirty face and the sobs making her throat feel thick and heavy.
Bellamy's face was suddenly filled with pain, and before she knew it he was pulling her into his strong arms. "I'm so sorry," she cried against his chest, feeling guilty for taking his comfort but needing it too much to turn it down.
Bellamy just sat there and held her, until eventually her sobs turned into a quiet sniffle. Clarke pulled away from him and gingerly stood up, trying to reel in her emotions. They had to get to their friends. "We should start moving again," she said brushing the dirt from the cave off of her pants and pretending like she didn't just have a breakdown.
Bellamy pushed himself off the ground and nodded, "Let's go."
Even though they had only been walking for about an hour, Bellamy was already exhausted again. Apparently they had taken a lot more blood then he'd realized, and whatever was in that syringe only went so far. When they came across a series of different tunnels, Bellamy looked at Clarke, "Any idea which way?" Clarke shook her head. "I know one of them leads to a giant waterfall, so that's something we need to avoid. It could be any of these, maybe even more than one." Bellamy thought for a moment, if Clarke didn't know where to go they would have to rely on luck. "Then we pick one," he said, "and if it doesn't look right then we turn back."
Before Clarke could respond, someone let out a giant roar and they both turned around startled. An army of crazed reapers were charging towards them with spears in their hands, and they looked ready to kill.
Bellamy quickly grabbed Clarke's hand and pulled her towards the nearest tunnel. The reapers chased after them, screaming and hooting, making Bellamy run faster.
Suddenly, he heard the distant roaring of water and his blood turned to ice. They stopped as soon as they came to a drop off, over looking the tallest (and only) waterfall he had ever seen. Bellamy turned around in panic, but the reapers showed no sign of stopping. Bellamy cursed under his breath. They had no weapons, there was no way they could take all of them at once.
"Any bright ideas princess?" he asked not taking his eyes off the small army. "Just one," Clarke said.
Bellamy noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, and before he knew what was happening Clarke was jumping off the edge of the cliff.
"CLARKE!" Bellamy screamed, and without even thinking, he threw himself off the cliff after her.
A.N. Alright guys so sorry that this chapter is shorter than usual. I'm also sorry if this seems a little repetitive with what happened to Clarke and Anya, but I always wondered what it would be like if Clarke and Bellamy ended up in the tunnels and jumped off the waterfall together. Something completely different will happen from there. Anyway let me know what you think, and tell me if there's anything you want to see! :)
