Clarke wasn't exactly sure how long she had been in there with the kids but she definitely felt a little lighter than usual once she decided it was time for her to go. The kids were so excited about their new found knowledge on the grounders that they didn't even try to stop her; caught up in their enthusiastic babbling about Lexa and her grounder armies.

The smile on her face didn't last long because once she exited the barn; she was greeted by people rushing about, armed and ready. Her brows furrowed and she quickly jogged to the the middle of the slight chaos, searching for some kind of answer to the problem.

Lincoln and Monty were the first person's she saw, whom she quickly approached, eyes narrowed in confusion. "What's going on?" She asked, stopping in front of the boy and man who stopped abruptly. Lincoln glanced at Monty; who glanced at Lincoln, then looked at Clarke; who looked between them both, growing concerned at the sympathetic look coming from Monty.

One thought popped up in Clarke's head; something had happened to Bellamy while on the scout team but the boy she thought of was barking out orders to people by the gate, Kane not too far away, speaking closely to one of the guards.

"Abby was on the scout team that left this morning." Monty said, jaw flexing as Clarke's blue eyes filled with a sort of panic. "Bellamy was the only one that came back." He finished and Clarke swore she felt sick to her stomach, hardly noticing the sympathetic hand that came up to rest on her shoulder.

When did this happen? Clarke thought head shaking in disbelief before shouldering past the two guys and making her way to Kane; who brought up his hands to rub his eyes in exasperation. "Why isn't there a search party out looking for them?" Clarke asked, disbelief, anger and urgency in her voice.

Bellamy glanced over at Kane and Clarke; lips going taught and jaw flexing before looking at the ground and then continuing to up the security around the Ark.

Kane took his hand away from his face, looking down at Clarke before sighing. "We can't just send out people without knowing what we're up against." He reasoned, folding his arms, frowning as Clarke's blue eyes sparked angrily.

"They're our people!" She bit out, narrowed eyes flashing chellengingly up at the man.

"Yes, but so are they, Clarke." Kane shook his head, presenting his hand out around him. "And I won't send out numbers and numbers of our people out to their deaths." He added firmly and Clarke's eyes wandered in his for a moment before shaking her head and looking away. "I want Abby back as much as you do, Clarke. Hell... we need her.. In more ways than one." Kane said in a softer tone, resting his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it. "We'll get her back." He finished, nodding encouragingly before moving away to help Lincoln out by the gate.

Blue, narrowed eyes watched him for a moment, stubborness still flickering like a flame and she turned towards the Ark, jogging past Bellamy and Octavia who were speaking but stopped once Clarke had past by, eyes following as she disappeared into the entrance. It was no secret that Clarke was up to something... and Bellamy wanted in.

Clarke tried to be as quiet as she could but she was fuming at the thought of no one going out to look for her mother and everyone else. She fumbled with an empty can of gun-powder and tossed it aside angrily, reaching over the table to pull a gun to her body.

"So, what are you up to?" The sound of Octavia's voice caused her to look briefly, before pulling the gun off the table with a yank, glaring at her then at Bellamy who came in afterwards. He looked like a dog that had been beaten and is now anticipating another one but Clarke only narrowed her eyes back on Octavia.

"I'm doing what we should've been doing." Clarke bit out, approaching them both with a heated glare. As she was about to pass them, Bellamy's hand shot out and grabbed her arm. Just as she was about to snap at the boy, he spoke desperately.

"Take me with you!"

Clarke looked up at his face silently, eyes narrowed but they slowly became glossy and wet. "This is my fualt Clarke, I..." He added shakily but stopped mid-sentence as something seemed to flash in her blue eyes; a warning. Bellamy's lips made a tight line, re-wording what would have been an apology. "Clarke, take me with you."

When Clarke looked to Octavia she gave an encouraging nod of her head. Clarke then moved her arm out of Bellamy's grasp and nodded silently before excusing herself, tucking a pistol in her hip.

As Clarke left the Ark, she faltered, looking around; everyone seemed to be calming but it was still one of the busiest days they have had since the day they came back from the war with Azgeda. She brought her fingers up to play with the trinket hanging around her neck. It soothed her slightly to feel the artistic strokes Lexa made in the wood; the small figurene felt foreign and she felt as if she were missing something... Forgotten.

"Clarke." A strong voice came up from behind her and she slightly jumped, quickly stuffing the trinket back into her shirt. Bellamy came to stand beside her but Clarke didn't look at him and rather eyed the extra guards at the gate.

As the silence dragged on for a few moments, Bellamy turned to speak again but Clarke stopped him. "It's not your fualt, Bellamy." She said softly, turning her head to look at him in concern. "You shouldn't beat herelf up so much about it." Clarke added, searching his eyes.

Unable to keep an honest gaze on the girl, Bellamy looked away, shaking his head. Clarke's eyes lowered as well, bringing a hand up and around the boy, laying the side of her head against his shoulder. "We'll get them back." Clarke sighed, eyes squinting against the setting sun. It had been a long day; a long day that had went by fast.

"How do we get them back?" Bellamy asked and Clarke reeled slowly away from the boy, collecting herself with an exasperated exhale.

"Definitely not this way." She muttered bitterly, eyes narrowing as she continued to watch the security. Her lips smacked in irritation before fully turning her body and Bellamy met her with an expectant look. "You have to tell me exactly what happened, Bellamy." Her serious voice drew a bitter look on Bellamy's face but he acknowledged her silently before speaking.

"I don't remember much of anything... after the grounders hit us..." Bellamy winced at the memory, reminder of the painful hit to his skull.

"Grounders?" Clarke questioned in confusion.

"Ice Nation." Bellamy corrected himself, making Clarke even more confused than before. Why would Ice Nation attack after losing the war? Clarke tilted her head at him, brows furrowed. Her mind began to wander. Wasn't Lexa supposed to take control what was left of the Ice Nation? Horses with messages from the grounder's council visited almost twice a week since the war had ended. Nothing extremely important as to be perilous... But nothing in particular from Lexa.

"Clarke!" Bellamy called for probably the fourth time but she brushed him off with a forced, small smile.

"Sorry, it's been a long day..." She said softly, looking up at him closely before murmuring in pretend concern she hid well. "You should sleep... I need some time to myself.. alone." Clarke added and the reluctant look in Bellamy's eyes disappeared, adding back the guilt but Clarke couldn't find herself to comfort him and he smiled weakly, granting a good night to her before turning away to the Ark.

Blue eyes watched him until he disappeared, losing her small smile and wandering those hard, blue eyes on the security. The scowl remained on her face as she turned away and made her way to the poor hand-job on a part of the metal wall surrounding the camp. She pulled back one of the metal sheets, looking around cautiously before slipping past the wall and disappearing into the night.

The yellow-haired girl had wandered back to the drop-ship, carefully placing her footing around the loose rocks and twigs. She didn't bother to move around the forest like a shadow; it wasn't like she was trying to hide anyways. No; Clarke wanted to be found.

Movement stopped at the entrance of the drop-ship and Clarke gazed around it. Some kind of dread began to build up in her so she turned away from it with a pained expression and moved back into the forest, squinting up at the sky while walking. The stars were bright and twinkling. They looked so much more beautiful than they did when the Ark was in the sky. She lowered her eyes as a faint glow of blue began to surround her. Octavia's butterflies. Clarke marveled at them with a small smile, taking a step forward which sent some of them into the air, flapping their brilliant, blue wings.

Clarke folded her arms in a way to get warmer in the chilly air, absently watching the bright insects.

"Yu bilaik yo ste newanen?" A sarcastic voice questioned from behind her in the rough grounder language.

Clarke quickly turned around, breathing heavily at the slight adreneline that rushed through her body from the surprise. Lexa stared back at her; the dark paint around her eyes making her look ominous. No one else was in sight but Clarke was sure her guards were watching them closely from the trees.

Lexa had a perplexed look on her face, probably confused on why Clarke was wandering around the forest like she is.

"No, of course not." Clarke answered and Lexa's brows furrowed just a slight. "I was looking for you." She added and the Commander's chin lifted just a little, dark eyes searching blue.

"Miya." Lexa muttered, strolling past Clarke with thirty others spilling out of the shadows to follow behind her. Clarke glanced at the seemingly exagerated group of guards before following Lexa close behind.