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Chapter 6

Fuck. He felt like his skull might be splitting in half, and even though he didn't want to, he opened his eyes and immediately felt another sharp pain zing through his head. He put a hand on his face and groaned, trying to remember what had just happened.

Bellamy sat up and looked around, trying to get his bearings. He saw Lincoln slumped in the corner, a small pool of blood oozing from an open wound on his abdomen. That's right, Lincoln had gotten loose.

Bellamy hardly remembered the fight, and he didn't know whether that was because he had apparently been smacked around pretty good, or because he'd been so panicked that he didn't even have time to dwell on what he was doing. At first he'd been so worried that Lincoln would attack Octavia and she wouldn't defend herself that he'd known he had to tackle the problem headfirst…

Which is exactly what he had done as he body slammed Lincoln to the side and they tussled. But all thoughts had been pushed from his head when he remembered Lincoln's line of sight directed straight at Clarke and the syringe in her hand, and the only thought running through his head was, No. Not her.

Maybe it was because they had an understanding. They both did what they had to do and were who they had to be in order to survive and make sure the 100 got out of this alive as well. He had initially despised her. Who was this well-to-do, privileged princess to think she was one of them? One of the downcast, one of the unfortunate souls typically charged with a less-than-heinous crime in the name of so-called justice? No, she was some Daddy's girl who wanted to follow all of the rules, and make life on the ground exactly as it was on the Ark.

Only, that hadn't been quite true. Sure, she did like to follow the rules, but she had been brave enough to risk her life to save Jasper, and she'd helped Octavia when she was wounded as well. When it came down to killing Atom in the name of mercy, she had done so in a quick and dignified way to end his suffering.

But she was fighting him constantly! Though, when he thought about it, maybe he did deserve some of that. In retrospect, whatever the Hell we want hadn't been the best way to live, as evidenced by Charlotte's death. So maybe she wasn't fighting him, but challenging him. And he had to admit, when they worked together as a team, they were pretty unstoppable.

That brought a smile to his lips, and he looked around for both Clarke and Octavia. Both were gone, and he winced as another wave of pain throbbed through his head. He grabbed a canteen, greedily drinking.

He looked up as Octavia entered with some berries and nuts. She smiled at him when she noticed he was awake. Shrugging off her coat, she sat down next to Bellamy. "It's getting cold out there."

He nodded, but that made him wince again, and he put a hand up to his head, feeling the lump atop it.

Octavia gave him a sympathetic look. "Let me see that." She parted his unruly hair and checked it over. "Not bleeding anymore, which is a good sign. Can you see all right?"

"Yeah." He said, voice gruff from disuse.

"Good. Clarke said you'd have one Hell of a headache, but you should be fine otherwise." Octavia turned around and grabbed a handful of nuts. She offered some to Bellamy.

He ignored her outstretched hand for a moment. "Where is Clarke? Did she go back to camp?"

"She went to get seaweed for Lincoln. The wound on his stomach tore open during the fight." She looked over to Lincoln, noting the pool of blood around him. She ripped off a strip from the hem of her t-shirt and walked over to him, pressing it against the wound. He groaned, but remained unconscious.

Something began to squirm deep in Bellamy's gut. An instinct, to go, to find Clarke. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that something was very wrong, and that he had to check on her. He'd always been protective, or maybe even over-protective – that came with the territory of being an older brother – but this was different. This was something tugging at him, telling him that he had to find Clarke, that he was needed.

Bellamy stood up and was instantly assaulted by a wave of dizziness. Octavia looked up from her task of trying to staunch the light bleeding around Lincoln's gash. "Careful, Bel. You need to rest. And keep drinking water. You're probably dehydrated."

"How long ago did Clarke leave?" Bellamy ignored the pain in his head, but he did drink more water. The throbbing through his skull dulled a little as he moved around, and he was able to tamp it down now that that nagging feeling was growing stronger.

"A few hours ago. She said she thought there was a lake a short hike away from here. I'm sure she'll be back in the next two or three hours."

Bellamy started packing his bag, and Octavia stood up. She grabbed his forearm. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I have to go, O. Clarke's out there alone."

"She's a grown woman. She can take care of herself."

"I don't doubt it, but that doesn't stop me from worrying."

Octavia looked shocked for a split second before her features settled into a knowing smile. "I knew it."

Bellamy's guard instantly flew up. "What?"

"You like her."

"Everybody likes her. She's the Princess, our one-and-only goody two-shoes and resident healer."

"You really like her, though." Octavia's smile had taken on a distinctly mirthful look, and it made Bellamy feel more mischievous, despite the urgency closing in on him. It had been a long time since his little sister had acted this way.

"I like most people, particularly of the female persuasion," he said, bumping into her a little, and she playfully slapped him.

"How am I related to you? I must be adopted," she laughed, and Bellamy gave her a chuckle before throwing on his jacket and hiking up his pack. "Hey, Bel?"

"Yeah?"

She gave him a hug, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding on for a fleeting second. "Be careful. Don't do anything stupid."

He gave her one last squeeze before heading out of the dropship.

Bellamy hadn't started out as a great tracker, and he'd actually not paid much attention at all when they took Earth Skills back on the Ark, but he had been in enough group outings with Finn to know the basics, and he was able to trail Clarke with relative ease.

He was exhausted, and hungry, but he couldn't ignore how the squirming feeling in his stomach was growing worse, like he instinctively knew he had somewhere to be, and not much time to get there.

It had been a few hours, and he'd been jogging, so he hoped that he would soon catch up to Clarke, since she'd been walking. He felt the lactic acid building up in his legs and grimaced, knowing the pain later would be better than the regret he'd feel if something happened to her.

Up ahead, he could see the trees start to thin, and he heard a voice that he didn't recognize yell, "Clarke! The rope is starting to break! I don't know what to do!"

Bellamy began to sprint, crashing through the brush, branches and brambles scraping him as he threw his arms out in front of him to protect his face. He pushed harder, and burst out of the tree line to see a girl with brown hair holding onto a frayed rope as it began to slip through her fingers. He vaguely recognized her, but he didn't have time to think as she screamed, "Clarke!"

Bellamy rushed over to the edge, straight past the girl, who gaped at him in shock. He looked down, and his heart dropped into his stomach. He felt like he couldn't breathe, and it was like time slowed down as he saw Clarke hanging from a knife on a small crag that seemed to be giving way.

And then time seemed to suspend completely as the rock face gave way, and Clarke was falling through the air, blond hair fanning out around her. He screamed in a way that he didn't think he'd ever screamed before, a desperate cry of, "Clarke!" before she crashed into the water and then disappeared from sight.

He heard his name being called behind him, and turned to the see the brunette girl rushing toward him, her hands raw from the frayed rope, but he didn't have time for her. He threw off his pack, and dug into it quickly before he pulled out a net, used for tracking smaller game such as rabbits or raccoons. He wrapped it around one hand, careful to grip it hard, before he zipped up his pack, swung it up over his shoulders, and braced himself for what was about to happen.

"What are you doing?" the girl asked.

"Something stupid," he muttered.

And then he threw himself over the edge of the cliff.

A/N: So this chapter was a bit of a filler because I had to bring Bellamy and Clarke back together, but the next few chapters are SUPER FLUFFY, and if you're like me, then you will hopefully be grinning ear-to-ear with Bellarke Fever. And also the plot will start to move along. I'm debating how much I want to keep to canon or not, so let me know your thoughts if you feel passionately one way or the other - I'm pretty open right now! And as always, reviews = inspiration, so leave a comment if you liked this ;) Thanks for reading! xoxo, TATF