(A.N) This is where it starts to be more of an AU because I keep some people alive that are dead in the show and possibly vise versa.

Clarke is outside the wall of their camp placing flowers on the graves. There shouldn't have to be any graves at all, but there are and she'll just have to try that much harder to keep any others from dying. In one smooth motion Clarke pulls a knife from the sheath on her side and aims it towards Finn, who was trying to sneak up on her.

"You shouldn't be out here alone. What if I was a Grounder?" Finn asks.

"Oh please. One, I heard you coming a mile away. Two, I'm obviously armed, and thee, take your own advice don't think Bellamy and I don't know that you go exploring in the woods all by yourself." Clarke says.

"I'm reckless and irresponsible, it's just another part of my bad boy image." Finn says in a cocky tone. Clarke continues to stare him down looking unimpressed. Finn noticing his usual charms aren't working tries something else. "I got you something!" He makes a pencil appear in his hands and smirks when Clarke grabs it and demands to know where he got it. "The art supply store" Finn smiles hoping she'll want to know more and he'll be able to bribe something out of her. Clarke sneers and walks back into camp while still holding the pencil.

_ 100-100_

Back in camp the teens are all helping build weapons and reinforce the walls. Everyone is doing their part to make living in enemy territory possible. Currently Clarke, Bellamy, and Wells are all in a tent trying to agree on a set of rules the camp needs to follow.

"Rotating shifts for every job, just make sure the ones who show more aptitude for certain ones either get assigned there more often or are put in charge of that task" Clarke says.

"Agreed. I'll personally select who's going to be on guard duty, but everyone needs a weapon and some training." Bellamy says. Wells hesitates to write it down and nudges Clarke with his foot.

"What Wells?" Clarke demands and reluctantly brakes eye contact with Bellamy.

"Do you really think that's smart? Can we trust these delinquents' with weapons?" Wells whispers to Clarke.

"Stop it Wells! There are no delinquents' and privileged here on the ground. We all need to know how to fight and survive so get over it." Clarke growled at Wells.

"I think that's the last of it, now we just need to make the announcement to everyone else" Bellamy stood and motioned with his arm for Clarke to leave the tent in front of him. When she stepped out Wells was about to follow behind her but was stopped by Bellamy's arm. "Look here Mr. Privileged, if you don't like the way me and princess are running this camp feel free to leave. We've got a good partnership going on here and if you mess that up, I'll kill you. Got that?" Bellamy stared Wells straight in the eye as he spoke making sure Wells could see the truth behind his words.

Wells nodded trying to hide how scared he was of Bellamy and they both stepped out of the tent to face the crowd Clarke called to attention. Bellamy steps up to her side showing the others that they were co-leaders.

"Bellamy and I decided on a few key rules everyone needs to follow if we want to continue living in this camp! Rule one: Everyone take off your bracelet. We are no longer a part of the Ark and no longer have to follow the rules. I already took mine off and Monty is trying to create a communication line with the Ark, but that is only for emergencies. Bellamy and I both recognize there are some things the Ark will have that we don't down here, but we will not be subjugated by them again!" Clarke starts. "Rule two: Everyone helps out with the work. We will assign rotating shifts later, but if we are all going to live here everyone needs to put in the effort. There is no privileged, we are not delinquents'. Those who show more aptitude for certain ones either get assigned there more often or are put in charge of that task we'll decide together later on."

"Rule three: Everyone carries and trains with a weapon. The Grounders out there don't care who you are, what you're doing, or if you know how to defend yourself. These weapons will not be used to settle petty disputes between yourselves. They are to hunt, and to defend ourselves against the grounders. I'll personally set up a guard and patrol with the ones that show the most skill." Bellamy walks to the other side of Clarke maintaining eye contact with his people.

"Rule four: Any serious crime committed by anyone here will be punished by banishment or execution. We promise not to go overboard and float everyone for the tiniest mistakes like the ark did." Clarke raises her hand for silence when the crowd starts uneasy mutterings.

"Punishments will be put to a vote in front of everyone, but the final decision will be with me and Clarke." Bellamy chimes in.

"Feel free to tell me and Bellamy any issues with the rules you have. You can trust us."

"Now get back to work" Bellamy draped his arm across her shoulders and steered her back towards the tent they were using to make plans in not aware of Finn following behind them.

The crowd mutters to themselves as they go back to what they were working on before Clarke had called them all to gather. To them they were finally getting leaders that asked and listened to their input. Leaders they could trust. Unknowingly Bellamy and Clarke cemented the other's devotion to them with their speech.

_100-100_

In the tent with Bellamy and Clarke Bellamy had his arms caging Clarke against the makeshift table. "You were pretty commanding out there. I couldn't wish for a better second" Bellamy smirked and steeped in closer forcing Clarke to sit on the table.

"If anyone is the second, it's you, but I graciously let you call us co-leaders" Clarke laughs and wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist

""You let me, is that right?" Bellamy whispers as he lightly trails his lips around the shell of her ear and down the side of her neck.

Clarke shivers from the pleasant tingles, "in all seriousness, I wouldn't be able to do this without you. We may be making the decisions together, but you're the one keeping us all together." Clarke tilts her head back baring her throat to him. In her mind she knows he's the wolf she's been waiting for. Not someone who think she can tame her and show her off and not some puppy that'll follow her around and do whatever she says. A challenger. A fellow wolf. An Alpha.

Bellamy stares down at the girl bracing herself against his arm. Her head is tilted back and slightly to the side. Her arms are stretched out above her head and her eyes are closed. An overwhelming urge to touch her races through him and he doesn't stifle it. He uses his free hand to slowly drag his palm up her stomach, across her chest, and tangle in his hand. He's about to drag her up and bite her throat when he hears the flap covering the entrance of the tent being thrown open.

"What the hell are you doing?" Finn demands.

"I was about to claim what my princess offered to me, but you rudely interrupted. What are you doing?" Bellamy demands, but he doesn't step away from Clarke. He just drags her body closer again until she's leaning her side on his chest both of them facing Finn.

"I was coming to see if Clarke wanted to see the art supply store with me, I just didn't expect you to still be here when I asked." Finn said rather pathetically as he pouted.

"The what, store?" Bellamy asked confused.

"Hmm, yeah, if it's what I think it is then we could use it as an emergency shelter for whenever we're attacked" Clarke hopped off the table and stretched.

"No, I was thinking it could just be a hide away only me and you knew about" Finn scratched behind his head and blushed a little.

"Well that's not happening, let's check it out and see if your idea can work out princess" Bellamy grabbed Clarke's hand and walked out the tent to go delegate duties and pack their bags,

"Wait he's coming too?" Finn shouted way too late.