Hey everyone! So I wasn't going to continue this story but I've been missing the 100 and Bellarke so much over this hiatus that I decided to continue it and see where it goes. I already have a lot of ideas surronding the plot of Bellamy, Clarke, and the others being stuck in the bunker rather then how things wound up in the season 4 finale, and I have some ideas for once they make it out after five years (I'll probably do a huge time jump at some point to make that happen) Anyway, last chapter is replacing everything cannon in 4X11 so what is revealed in this chapter makes more sense. I'll be continuing on with Octavia winning the conclave but I've changed a few other details and I'll be changing a lot more as time goes on. Anyway, enough drawling on, enjoy!

The first thing that hit Bellamy was a searing pain that traveled from his neck to the back of his skull, making his vision go blurry as he began to open his eyes uneasily. He released a groan as he attempted to move, but his body failed him. His vision finally came into focus as he realized he was lying in the makeshift infirmary of the bunker, an IV needle stuck in his arm, and a blonde with worry shining brightly in her eyes at his bedside.

Clarke

"You're awake," she noted, moving closer and placing a hand on his arm as she noticed his attempt to try and sit up. "Take it easy. You hit your head pretty hard, you have a severe concussion. It could have been a lot worse but-"

Bellamy ignored her words as he continued his struggle to sit up, suppressing a groan as he finally managed to lean himself on the bed rest and rise to a sitting position, attempting to pull the IV from his arm. "Bellamy!" Clarke chastised him as she attempted to pull his hand back, but even in his weakened state he was stronger than her. "Calm down you're going to hurt yourself," she pleaded

"I'm getting the hell out of here. Feel free to try and gun me down again but don't pretend to be concerned just so I'll stay," he spat out, perhaps a bit harsher then was necessary, but the thought of what could have happened to Octavia while he was knocked out...

"Bellamy, wait! You don't understand!"

"Oh I understand perfectly well Clarke. You were doing what you had to, and that's exactly what I'm doing now," he insisted as he finally pulled the needle of the IV from his arm and managed to stand up unsteadily. He had barely managed a step before a pang of pain washed through him causing him to stumble forward. Clarke seemed to be prepared for this as she quickly grabbed a hold of him to steady his movements. Their eyes met for a second and Bellamy could see the guilt in her gaze mixed with something he could nearly label as concern. Ironic considering she had been aiming a gun at him not too long ago.

"Bellamy, please get back in bed," she urged him.

"We both know I can't do that," he stated simply as he poorly attempted once again to move forward, causing Clarke to tighten her hold on him.

"You're not listening to me," she said, annoyance seeping into her voice as Bellamy tried for another step forward. "Bellamy, she's fine! Octavia's fine! We retrieved her and Kane and Raven and they're all inside here, safe. Your sister is safe." Her voice was soothing as she finally managed to hold him still.

Bellamy looked to her confused. Was it true? Could his sister really be down here with them, perfectly fine, or was this some sort of twisted lie to stop him from attempting to escape again? She had to know he'd never forgive her for something like that, but was his forgiveness something she still craved, or had that desire been lost somewhere along the road of all the deadly desicions she'd had to make recently? As much as Bellamy hated to admit it, no matter what happened he was certain he would always look to Clarke for that sense of...approval? Affirmation? A guarantee that someone understood all the terrible things he had done? That he wasn't a complete monster for them?

Clarke seemed to notice the confliction in his expression. "I wouldn't lie to you about this," she assured him before adding, "She sat in here with you from the moment she arrived but they pulled her away to report what happened at the conclave. She... She won Bellamy. Octavia did it, she survived."

He could feel the swell of pride in his chest at that news. Octavia had done it. Then again, he never had any doubt that she could survive the conclave after everything else she'd been through. His little sister continued to amaze him more and more with every passing day.

Bellamy sat down on the edge of the bed, causing Clarke to release a sigh of relief. He looked up to her feeling more conflicted than ever with this news. He didn't want to be upset with her about what happened earlier, after all he may have done the same thing but still...it felt like something had shifted inside him. Would Clarke really have killed him? There were plenty of measures Bellamy would take to protect the people down here who had grown to consider him a leader but hurting Clarke? He wouldn't even consider it. Perhaps it was foolish to think she felt the same way.

"I wasn't going to do it."

It was like she could read his mind.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did. You were just doing what was you thought was best to save everyone."

"I know that but... I still wouldn't have done it Bellamy. I-" her voice cracked slightly as she avoided his gaze, pacing to the other end of the room before continuing, her voice a little more certain this time, "I wouldn't have done it. I just want you to know that."

"Are you the one who got Octavia inside?"

"You were right. We don't leave people behind."

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. You're the one who didn't give up on her. You were willing to risk your life to do what was right, you did the right thing."

Bellamy managed a playful grin. "Since when am I the one making good decisions?"

Her smile was nearly microscopic but it was still there. "A lot has changed."

"Not everything," he pointed out, his gaze drifting up to meet hers. The smallest hint of a smile still rested on her lips as she held his gaze. The rest of the world seemed to fade away and for the briefest moment it was just him and Clarke. And it felt right.

She was the first to look away.

"I'll see if I can find Octavia, let her know you're awake," she said, already heading for the door.

"Clarke." He paused as she turned to face him. "Thank you."

"I already told you-"

"I know, but still. Thank you."

She shook her head, that ghost of a smile playing on her lips once again as she spoke. "You're the one I should be thanking, you... you were right."

"I could get used to the sound of that," he teased, receiving a slight chuckle and an eye roll in return.

"Goodbye Bellamy."

Hope you all enjoyed that! Please make sure to favorite, follow, and especially review so I can get a sense of what you're all thinking about this story and where you'd like it to go. Also, it'd be super helpful if you all let me know what you prefer in terms of updates, I can continue doing chapters of about this length ever two days or so, or I can make them longer and post twice a week, let me know what you think! Also, this has been Bellamy's point of view for the most part but I'm not opposed to writing in Clarke's so let me know your thoughts on that too. Thank you guys!