Definitely didn't intend for this to keep going, but ideas kept coming. Thank you for the love guys, you're awesome! If there's anything in particular you want to read, let me know and I will try to make it happen. I think I've got one more chapter for this, and I'll either make a separate story for actual one-shots or continue here. I'm not sure yet ;)

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Clarke was exhausted by the time she and Bellamy had returned from their meeting with the Grounders. Lexa hadn't spoken to them for long, saying that they would have a ceremony to officiate the truce, a shared meal. There had been a strong sense of respect coming from the Grounder commander, and Clarke wasn't sure how to handle it. The respect came from the fact that she'd taken Finn's life…she didn't deserve that.

"Looks like we've got a welcoming party," Bellamy murmured, his fingers ghosting across the small of her back as he moved to step in front of her. Clarke looked up and saw her mother, Kane, and several guards waiting for them at the gate. The blonde grabbed Bellamy's shoulder and tugged him a step behind her.

"They look pretty pissed…let me go in first. My mom can deal with me."

The elder Griffin had her arms crossed over her chest and a furious gleam in her eyes. The gate opened for them, closing as soon as both were within the fence. Clarke came to a stop before her mother, Bellamy only a half a step behind her. His presence at her shoulder gave her strength and confidence, and she took a deep breath to speak.

"Bellamy Blake, you are under arrest." The voice, coming from behind the pair, belonged to Miller's father.

Clarke spun around as her partner was yanked away from her. The confusion and indignation in his eyes matched those same emotions pulsing through her. "What?! What the hell are you doing?!" A guard roughly bound Bellamy's hands behind his back, tightening the binding until the young man hissed, but he made no move to struggle. Clarke reached for him, but two pairs of hands grabbed her arms. "Let me go!"

"Get your hands off of her, you-" his growling order was cut off by a startled yelp when Miller punched him in the stomach. He doubled over, gasping for air.

"Stop it! Let me go, why are you doing this?!" Clarke pleaded, tears filling her eyes. No matter how hard she struggled, the hands on her arms would not let her go.

"Insubordination," Kane answered.

Clarke glared at him over her shoulder. "If you are going to arrest him, you sure as hell better arrest me too, I-"

"Shut up, Princess," Bellamy hissed, eyes pleading as Miller started to drag him away. "It'll be okay, you hear me?"

"I'm going to get you out of this, Bell. I promise!" Once he was out of sight, the hands released her. Clarke spun and shoved the guards away, facing her mother with fire in her eyes. "Either let him go, or tie me up right beside him, because I am guilty of insubordination as well."

"Bellamy Blake has manipulated you, Clarke. I know you can't see it right now, but this behavior isn't you…it is his bad influence." His name came off of Abby's tongue like a curse, and it made the blonde's fists tighten in rage.

"The hell he has!" Clark shouted. She threw her hand out in the direction Bellamy had been dragged off. "He has saved my life more times than I can count…he is my partner, my confidant…my best friend. He hasn't manipulated me; we trust each other with our lives and lead our people together! None of my people would have survived without him."

"Clarke," Raven murmured, grasping her shoulder gently. Clarke had been so lost in her anger that she hadn't even seen the young woman join them. "Take a breath, we'll work this out. But first, what did the Grounders say?" Much like her mother with Bellamy's name, Raven spat out the Grounder's. Clarke met her eyes, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm herself. Raven was trying to help her, despite everything.

"They're following through with the truce. There will be a feast at their camp, to make it official. It will be in three days. Now let me see Bellamy."

"No, Clarke. You need to distance yourself from him, to heal from everything you've been through."

Instead of responding, Clark scoffed, rolled her eyes, and stalked away. She heard Raven following her, and instinctively slowed slightly. "Thank you. You didn't need to help me…but thank you. I might've hit her if you hadn't pulled me back to my senses."

As they passed the prison unit, Clarke had half a mind to rush in there and demand they release her partner. Raven shot her a look, and the blonde hesitated.

Until a hoarse shout echoed through the metal doorway of the unit. The pain in Bellamy's voice cut through her, and her breath hitched in her chest. Rage tinted her vision, and she rushed inside. Bellamy's hands were bound in front of him, and two guards held his arms. He was down on one knee, with his head bowed in evident pain. When he heard her enter, Bellamy looked up slowly. Blood dripped from his nose and a cut on his temple, and bruising had already started around his left eye. "Clarke…" The way his voice cracked made something snap inside her. Clarke lunged forward and latched onto Miller's back, wrapping an arm around his throat. His hands grappled with her, but she held on tight. Grim satisfaction filled her when he stumbled back away from Bellamy. "Clarke! Don't touch her, no! Clarke, stop!"

Agony suddenly erupted in her back, and her body went lax. She felt herself collapse, but was unable to catch herself from hitting her head on the ground. White hot pain shot through her again, and a scream tore from her throat. The baton remained pressed to her shoulder, and Clarke felt her body begin to spasm with the electricity flowing through her.

"You're going to kill her! Stop, please! Stop! I'm the one you have a problem with!" She heard him continue to struggle, but the ringing in her ears quickly blocked it out.

Just as abruptly as it had started, the TASER was pulled away and the pain abated. Soft whimpers followed occasional muscle spasms, and Clarke breathed slowly as her senses returned. She could hear another voice, and it took a moment to be able to decipher it as her mother's.

"-do you think you're doing?! I want all of you out, NOW!" As the blonde gingerly pushed herself up to her elbows, she saw her mother and Raven standing just inside the entrance, Abby glaring daggers at her Sargent and his guards and Raven looking to her friends in sympathy.

A half-suppressed grunt of pain drew Clarke's attention back to Bellamy; his wide, panicked eyes were fixed on her, and he had lowered himself onto both knees to reach for her. A growl of frustration rumbled through her when her legs were sluggish to respond, so she started to drag herself towards him. Bellamy shook his head with an exasperated half-smile, and hurried to shuffle forward. "Stubborn Princess," he murmured, using his bound hands to help her to her shaky knees. His fingers were trembling when they came up to cradle her jaw, and Clarke met his intense, searching gaze in kind. "What were you thinking?" he murmured, flinching slightly when she shuddered through another spasm. His thumb idly stroked her cheek as if he were trying to soothe her pain.

Clarke's entire body was starting to ache, and every tremor hurt more than she'd care to admit, but she wouldn't take back her actions. "I was thinking they were hurting you, Bellamy, and I wasn't just going to let it happen." The buzz in her head was finally easing, and she shook her head to get rid of the rest of it. A pounding ache replaced the haze, and she let out a slow breath to calm her suddenly-turning stomach. His fingers tightened slightly on her jaw, and she read concern in his eyes.

"What the hell were you doing, Clarke? What made you think it was okay to attack the Sargent?" Abby questioned harshly, stepping up behind her daughter.

Clarke closed her eyes for a moment as fury sparked within her. When she opened them again, she catalogued each injury on Bellamy's face. As her fingers traced each cut and bruise, his eyes followed her. When her fingers slid into his hair to check for head wounds, his eyes drifted shut. Clarke breathed out a chuckle as he finally started to relax. Deft hands gently prodded his neck, shoulders and ribs, hesitating when he drew a sharp breath and he winced. Brown eyes met blue once more, and Clarke held his stare as she tested his chest more intently. Relief flooded through her when she was able to discern that none of his bones were broken. He'd have some impressive bruises, but he'd heal.

"If you expect me to stand by and allow him to be beaten for a choice that we made together, for our people, you don't know me anymore." Clarke took a deep breath, steeling herself for her next statement. Bellamy's eyes narrowed for a moment in question, so she continued. "Enough is enough. Once we rescue our people from Mount Weather, we will be leaving Camp Jaha and rebuilding our camp with any of our people that want to follow us."

Abby gasped in shock, and Bellamy's eyes widened. She gave him an apologetic look, touching his jaw and silently asking him to trust her. She knew that he did; they wouldn't have made it this far without trusting each other implicitly. At his nod, she turned unsteadily to look at her mother. His hands came to rest on her back, between her shoulder blades, to stabilize her.

"No, absolutely not!" Abby growled. Clarke looked between her mother and Raven, and was grateful for the support in the mechanic's eyes.

"I think it is clear by now that you can't keep us prisoner here without actually locking us up. That won't look good to the rest of your people…the Chancellor imprisoning her own daughter? But as I said, I will not stand for the way Bellamy is being treated like a criminal. And neither will our people, once they are back. We do things differently than you do, mom. They will not forget what your Council did to them, they won't follow any of you." She turned to look at Bellamy over her shoulder, and he nodded his support. "Now let him go."

"Clarke," Abby started, prepared to argue.

When Clarke turned her hard gaze to her mother, the elder Griffin looked stricken by the distance in her eyes. "Let. Him. Go."

Abby finally nodded and handed her the wire cutters that had been sitting next to the door. Without hesitation, Clarke turned and cut the bonds from Bellamy's wrists. Her fingers traced beside the cuts marring his skin as a result of his struggles, and she clenched her jaw. "It's okay, Princess," he murmured as he pulled his hands gently from her grasp. "Come on."

The two helped each other stand, Bellamy taking on some of Clarke's weight while she fought for control of her exhausted muscles. "Mom…I love you. But you have to understand that things are different down here…we have all changed. I'm not a little girl anymore, and he's not a criminal anymore. We have to do what is best for our people, and branching out is it. We can still work together…but those kids have been through too much to come back and be treated like kids. They have been forced to grow up by people they were supposed to be able to trust, and that hurt isn't going to go away for a long time."

Without another word or waiting for Abby to respond, Clarke led Bellamy past the two women out of the unit and towards his tent. Tears filled her eyes once they were outside, everything hitting her at once. Bellamy tightened his hold on her waist as they limped along, and she was grateful to have his unwavering support.