Chapter 3

"Bellamy." Clarke whispered. "Bell." She whispered even louder. "Bellamy." She said louder yet.
"Five more minutes Princess." He grumbled, annoyed at her in his sleepy state.
"Bell, let me go. I'm hot." Clarke grumbled back. Every time she tried to roll away or lift his arm from her his grip tightened.
"No. I'm never letting you go again." He was awake now and very aware that he was still in the position he was in when he fell asleep after putting wood on the fire.
"What happened to staying on separate sides of the bed?" Clarke accused.
"You woke me up with your shivering and teeth chattering. I thought they were going to break." He smiled that sly smile of his, running his hand over her stomach and waist. She was on her back now and he was still on his side. "You look healthy. They must have been feeding you well." He observed. Clarke blushed.
"Yeah, the food. Can we organise a group to go get supplies from Mount Weather?" She asked.
"Finn said it was a two day trek. I don't think we should split up just yet." Bellamy argued.
"We were injured from trying to get out. Most of our injury was just from exhaustion. We were slow. We didn't know exactly where we were going. Ow we do and it won't take as long. Plus, I believe they have a garage of sorts with rovers, trucks or something." Clarke reasoned.
"How can you be sure?"
"Something I saw on the presidents desk that I didn't pay much attention to at the time. If I'm wrong, you can scold me later, but if I'm right, we might only need to make one or two trips and even if we need to do more, there'd be the motor transport, making our jobs so much easier."
"You're sure the Grounders won't be a problem anymore?"
"Positive. Anya gave me her word." Clarke stared him in the eyes, pleading with him silently. "Bellamy, please. The medical supplied alone will change our life here, make my job so much easier and more accurate. The books can help me learn what I don't know and help me train some interns so I don't have to do it by myself."
"Okay, you win. We'll take half of the guard with us plus the three geniuses that might find things that will be useful for their projects. Just because the Grounders aren't going to be a problem, doesn't mean the Reapers won't be. We don't want to take anyone else away from their jobs, building cabins, farming, hunting and wood carting, it's all still as important as it was yesterday. I want to argue for you to stay here but—" He was cut off by Clarke.
"But you know it'd be a waste of your breathe and I'd win. I know that place better than anyone else and you'll need me for my navigation and if I'm right, we're about to make everyone's jobs a million times easier."
"Not to boost your ego, but you usually are right so let's go."
"Now that's one thing I won't argue with you about, but you know I wouldn't be right half as much as I am if it wasn't for you."

"I don't think you should be going Clarke. The journey is long and what if you're wrong about the transport? You need to be taking it easy." Lincoln was arguing with Clarke about their plan to visit Mount Weather for supplies. She was asking him to be in charge until they got back.
"I don't think I'm wrong about it, but Lincoln, I'm the closest thing this place has to a doctor. How am I going to do when I'm nearly due? What am I going to do if I go into labour in the middle of a procedure that someone's life depends on? I need those medical supplies; the books will help me train interns. This is going to help me take it easier." Clarke once again reasoned. She was getting tired of having to continuously reason with everyone.
"At least take me or Finn with you, someone who knows about your condition in case something happens."
"I need you to be in charge and I can't take Finn back there and I don't think Harper is well enough yet…unless…what if you convince Octavia to stay here and be in charge while you come? I know it's a lot to ask, but I trust Octavia to keep our people in line and safe."
"That might just work. I'll meet you at the gate."

"Clarke…there's bodies everywhere." Bellamy was shocked. He'd known there were a lot of people living inside Mount Weather but he wasn't ready to see their bodies scattered everywhere.
"Yes I know and I'm the reason they're all dead so the sooner we can leave the better. I don't need to be looking at this any longer than necessary."

The first thing they did was find the rovers, which Clarke was right about. There were enough that nearly everyone could drive their own. They assembled them so they could load supplies in them. There were also carts that attached to the back of the rovers for extra storage space. Ten rovers and ten carts. They should be able to get most of what they were coming for. Everyone was loading up the mattresses and blankets while Clarke, Lincoln and Bellamy headed for the medical centre with Monroe for backup. We want these boxes of medical supplies, they consist of bandages, gauzes, scalpels, syringes and medications. Over here are the books that I want to take to teach others.
While Clarke was busy assembling the boxes to be carried, Bellamy was looking around when he saw a manila folder on a desk with Clarke's name on it. "Hey Clarke, is this your medical folder?" He called.
"Don't open it. I already know what's in it." She called, rushing to his side and taking it from him.
"Something you don't want me to know?"
"I just don't you to have to see first hand the exact plan they had prepared for us…for me." She rolled the folder and tucked it into the back of her pants. "If you guys have this under control I just want to check something." She waited for a confused nod from Bellamy before marching away. What she was looking for was the clothes. She was outgrowing hers and if they could take clothes and shoes back, everyone would be able to take better care of what they had because to be honest, everything was thin and ripped, providing very little protection against anything. She found cupboard after cupboard of dresses, coats, shoes, pants, shirts…everything. She began packing it all into suitcases that everyone had.
"What's all this?" Bellamy asked, finding her when she was nearly done.
"Clothing. Winter and Summer clothes. The girls will have dresses to keep cool, we'll all have coats to keep warm. Shoes to protect our feet when hunting." And there were baby clothes. Boys and girls. She didn't tell Bellamy about that yet though.
"Good thinking. If everyone has something else to change into, we can start a washing cycle that'll keep our clothes in better condition for longer. I'll start taking this stuff to the rovers. No offence but it looks like you could nearly use a new size." He smirked and left before she could utter a word in return. Her hands circled her stomach and her eyes were analysing the bump. It's not that big. It's barely even noticeable. She thought to herself. She was three and a half months pregnant, she only knew that because the doctor told her after she had done an ultrasound and that was about a month ago so she's been keeping track in her head.
Clarke was carting the cases of clothes to the filling rovers when a wave of nausea hit her. "Clarke, here let me take these." Lincoln took the cases from her paling face. "Are you okay?" He asked, rushing back and feeling her head. "You're warm and clammy."
"I think I'm goi—" She was cut off by bile rising in her throat. She caught her vomit in her hands as she ran away from everyone around the rovers to release the contents in her stomach.
"Clarke! Clarke!" Bellamy called, dropping what he was carrying and rushing over. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Clarke answered between bursts of vomit.
"Damnit! I knew I shouldn't have let you come. Or we should have at least waited. Get in the rover and stay there. I'll get you some water and we'll finish loading up." Bellamy ordered and no matter how much Clarke wanted to argue she didn't for no other reason than she felt completely lousy.

It was nightfall by the time the team returned. They should only have to make one or two more trips back to the mountain, mainly for the mattresses that they decided they all wanted.
"Lincoln, will you be going back with them tomorrow?" Clarke asked around the fire at dinner.
"I'm thinking I will. They could use the extra set of hands and I like being useful. Why?"
"There's no way Bellamy will let me go back, not after my episode. I was thinking, do you think you could think of a way to bring a cradle back at some point?" She asked in a hushed tone.
"That's a good idea. After these runs there probably won't be any more. I'll think of a reason to get one."

"They look too chummy. Do you think there's something going on between them?" Octavia asked her big brother. They were dishing up some dinner, looking at Clarke and Lincoln as they talked.
"Not in the way you're thinking. I think they know something they don't want us to know." Bellamy replied.
"Really? What do you think it could be?" O asked, her curiosity running wild.
"I don't know. I really don't know. She reacted weird when I found her medical file from Mount Weather, but she said she just didn't want me to read the detailed plan of what they were planning on doing to her." Bellamy wondered if that was the only reason she didn't want him to see the file.
"Do you think she's telling the truth?"
"Yeah O I do. It sounded horrific enough when she told us their plan, I don't think I could stomach reading it in detail, especially if it's about her."
Octavia watched her brother watch Clarke and something in her mind pieced together the puzzle. "You want to know what I think?" She asked with a smile on her face.
"What do you think O?"
"I think my big brother sees Clarke as more. I think you like her, maybe even love her." Her smile was contagious.
"I'm still trying to figure it out myself." He confessed. "But at the moment, I want to know what Clarke and Lincoln keep talking about."
"You ask her and I'll ask him." Octavia finished her dinner and walked over to Lincoln, wanting to spend time with him.