I hope you guys are enjoying the story thus far, it's been really fun to write. The episode tonight killed me…but the 100's back! I don't own anything except Rachelle.

Chapter 4

Bellamy's POV

Bellamy woke up with a pounding headache. He forced open his eyes, looking around to scan the environment that he was currently lying down in. I'm in a cave, with clothes draped over me. Where am I? The smell of the ocean breeze filled his nose, and he realized that it was coming from the heavily draped armor and clothes over him, acting as a blanket. He slowly sat up, going to rub his head when he noticed it was nicely bandaged. Wha- he thought to himself as he was interrupted. "You're up", a beautiful, crisp, melodic voice resonated in his ears. He turned his head to see a beautiful young lady with long jet black hair, big doe eyes, full luscious lips, and a slender toned body. She came up to him, sat down and checked his bandages. "I need to check your bandages," she told him, removing the bandage from his head. The scent of the ocean breeze became very strong as she leaned in towards him.

"You don't talk much do you?" she said, "The least you could do is thank me," she said with a twinge of frustration. "What's your name?"

"I'm…." Bellamy thought long and hard

"My name is…" He tried again.

"I…." He was at a loss.

"You don't remember do you?" she inquired. "Then I guess you can't be a threat to me even if you were intended to be. I found you along the coast of the sea. You were badly injured by a rock that hit your head. Any recollection?" she pried. "…Nothing…" he replied. "I don't know my name, who I am, who I was, what I am!" His voice started to reach a panic.

"If only that could be me," she muttered under her breath. "What?" Bellamy snapped. He got up cornering her up against the side of the cave, hands on the cave on both sides of her head. "You don't know what it feels like to not know anything about yourself. You're living in a black void, no memories, nothing. You're lucky to have a past, a present, and a future to look forward to!"

"I HAVE NO FUTURE!" she retorted. "Don't judge me for wanting to erase my past, my existence, and my future! You didn't ask for this the same way I didn't ask for you!" She looked intensely at his face of confusion, tears gathering in her eyes. Head still stuck still between his arms, the distance between their faces not far, she never noticed how much taller and well-built this man was. She was only a little taller than his shoulder. She looked closely at his freckled face, his eyes filled with so much dimension for a person who was lost in the void. When she saw his lips she blushed furiously and quickly whipped her head, looking away.

"Whats wrong?" He instantly softened. "Like I'd tell you anything" she spat back still refusing to look at him. He brought his hand up and wiped away the tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry," Bellamy whispered and she instantly softened, "I shouldn't be like this, I don't know what came over me. Without you I'd be as good as dead out there. But you have to understand, I don't know if I was a murderer, a refugee, a warrior." He looked at her with reassurance. "Maybe the fact that we're both here is giving us a chance to start over. I'm not going to stop looking for who I am, but I can't deny that I have nowhere to go right now. Maybe I needed this. I don't know I might be sounding crazy right now!" She chuckled, "Just a little.." There was a light pleasantness in the air as the mood lightened. "So what do we do now?" questioned Bellamy.

"We?" she replied, "Well you can't expect someone like me with no recollection of who or where he is to fend for himself now can you?" Bellamy laughed at the thought and at how snarky he was sounding, causing the lady to blush furiously once again. "I suppose I can't leave you alone…but we should find a better place to live, I mean the cave is comfy and all, but preferably somewhere with a nice place to sleep?"

"Sounds like a plan," Bellamy replied. Guiding himself outside the cave, he stumbled over his own steps realizing he was still injured. "Woah…slow down there," she threaded herself under his arm to support him. A similar rush of the ocean breeze once again filled his senses as he was distracted by the familiarity of the little lady underneath his arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a big rod like structure. Wincing in pain, he asked "What's that?"

"Oh this? It's my trident, did I forget to mention that I'm a highly skilled warrior?" she smirked at him. Quite enjoying this game of cat and mouse, he smirked back, "and does this feisty little warrior have a name?" Assisting him out of the cave, she turned to him basking in the sunlight, "It's Rachelle."

Gina's POV

After reaching back to camp, Octavia rushed into medical to find Lincoln. Gina rushed to find Monty and Miller, only to find Jasper and Monty clawing at each other's throats. "YOU THINK I'M NOT HURTING EITHER?!" yelled Monty. "YOU KILLED THEM ALL!" Jasper screamed with rage. Miller tried to step in to break the fight when Gina exploded. "BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP! It's been a month of non-stop banter and depression, you need to get over it," her voice cracked at the last part of that sentence as she burst into tears.

"What's wrong Gina?" Miller asked. At this point all eyes were on her. She was known to be a bright and cheerful ball of energy. Seeing her so distraught raised red flags in all the boy's minds. "Bellamy's gone…he's….we…," and with that she passed out cold on the floor with Miller catching her head before she hit the floor. "Get Abby!" Miller screamed, and within seconds Monty rushed out towards the medical center. "Don't worry Gina, we'll find him." Those were the last words that Gina heard clearly before she lost herself to the blackout.

Rachelle's POV

Rachelle hated to admit it, but he was incredibly charming and good with his words. A part of her wondered if when he lost his memory he gained a different personality as well. They had made good time and mileage across this new land that none of them were familiar with. They decided to settle in an abandoned hut near a waterfall and small Cliffside after searching the surrounding area quite meticulously. Rachelle had come to discover that the man in front of her was a well-seasoned warrior and survivalist himself. The days passed and his physical injuries healed, but his memory never returned. She assumed it was the best for the both of them, and although she never told him, she quite enjoyed his company. She was allowed to be forgotten, start another life, and this man seemed so carefree, uplifted almost. She often wondered if his past was really a time of pressure and oppression as her mother only diagnosed memory loss when her patients were under a lot of stress.

Every evening, Rachelle would go to sit on the edge of the cliff to watch the sunset. She took this time to mourn the deaths of her people silently, engraving their life stories in the corners of her heart, never forgetting them. Sometimes, he would sit with her, both just looking off in the distance, no one saying a word. To say they had become comfortable wouldn't be that far a stretch, they had comfortable conversations, or sometimes no conversations at all. It was appalling to her that she felt so safe and so much trust in a man who she did not know that name of. She gazed out the horizon from the Cliffside wondering how long this new found peace was to last.

They have officially officially started interacting! I'm so excited for the next couple of chapters that I've already written. Just need to edit and polish. Please review if you are enjoying it! Any kind of feedback is helpful!

Until next time!