As a treat for you lovely people who wait so patiently for me to update, even when my life gets so hectic that it ends up being ages (like this update), I have branched out, adding parts of the story from other character's perspectives. Hope you enjoy

Bellamy, Lincoln and Octavia reached the camp just as day was beginning to break. The gates were closed when he arrived, but he knew that whoever was on lookout would see them coming.

"Open the gate!" He heard being shouted from inside, and as Bellamy limped forward with exhaustion, Jasper, Miller and Monty ran out to great them. Monty took Bellamy's satchel, as Jasper and Miller lifted his arms around their shoulders to support him into the camp. Bellamy waved them off once he was through the gate. He caught Miller's arm.

"Clarke," he croaked. Miller smiled slightly and nodded, and Bellamy became confused. "She's still missing."

"No," Miller answered, but an odd expression still painted his features.

"Miller?" Bellamy asked, "You found Clarke?"

"Finn brought her in last night." Bellamy tried to ignore the knot in his stomach, growing with Miller's every word.

"Miller," Bellamy said, drawing himself to his full height, putting an air of authority behind his words, "where's Clarke?" A pained look flashed across Miller features.

"She's alive, Bell," he replied softly and relief flooded through him, "this way." Miller turned his back on Bellamy, making his way towards the drop ship. Bellamy followed closely on his heels. Miller reached the sheet, acting as a make-shift door, and lifted it to allow Bellamy to duck underneath. Clarke lay on a pallet, her blonde hair splayed around her head, which was cradled in Finn's lap. Beside Clarke, he was the only one in the room.

….

Finn looked up when he heard the flap lift, and saw Miller come in with Bellamy a few steps behind him. He flicked his hair slightly, allowing a guarded look to settle over his features. He wasn't going to let the other boy see his pain – the whole camp knew that Finn Collins and Bellamy Blake didn't really see eye to eye. Particularly when it came to the Grounders, or their people, but especially when it came to Clarke. Finn remembered how scared he had felt when he saw Clarke's dirty and blood stained body at the bottom of the ravine, choking back a sob as the horrifying thought came to mind, that Clarke hadn't survived the fall. His eyes followed Bellamy as he came closer, discarding his gun and his pack, and crouching down softly next to Clarke.

"Clarke," he breathed so softly that Finn almost missed it. He heard Miller leave, but didn't take his eyes of Bellamy. He knew how the other boy felt about Clarke, even before Bellamy knew it himself, he saw it coming from a mile away, but he had never seen it so clearly written on his face as he did at this moment. He thought what they could've gone through. They had been gone for 3 days, and he could see how much Bellamy had been worrying in the way he crouched protectively over Clarke. Bellamy reached forward to slowly brush a piece of hair of Clarke's forehead, before Finn interrupted.

"She hasn't woken up," he said, causing the boy to start, and look up at him, "not once since I brought her home." Confusion flooded his features.

"What's wrong with her?" Finn shrugged.

"I don't know," he said, "exhaustion, concussion – I'm not Clarke, I'm no medic."

"Nobody's Clarke." Bellamy breathed, and Finn cast another glance at him. Bellamy had never openly shown any of his feelings in front of anyone, and Finn thought he would've been the last to receive them. He slowly stroked his free hand through Clarke's hair, ignoring the other boy's look. Clarke stirred beneath him. Both the boys were next to her – Finn bent over her head, whilst Bellamy took hold of one of her hands.

"Clarke?" Finn breathed. Clarke didn't move. They stayed like that, the princess, the rebel and the spacewalker, until the sun set over the mountains, and darkness enveloped them.

….

Jasper rinsed a damp rag in a bowl of water, before ringing it out, and applying it to Clarke' forehead. She had remained unconscious through the night, and at some point in the early morning, he had noted Octavia go into the dropship and kick both the boys out, demanded that they get some sleep. Jasper had taken over from Octavia about an hour ago, an odd moment of tension between them until she ran off with her Grounder boyfriend. Jasper dabbed carefully on Clarke's forehead, when she stirred under his touch, her lips parting and letting out a breath.

"Clarke?" Jasper said, withdrawing his hand. Her eyes flickered open, taking a few moments for her gaze to settle on him.

"Jasper?" she said croakily. Jasper smiled at her.

"Welcome back." Clarke's gaze flickered round the room and she looked confused.

"Where..?" She mumbled before Jasper interrupted.

"You're back at the dropship," he said, "you've been gone for almost 3 days, and then Finn brought you in the night before last."

"Finn?" Clarke replied. Jasper nodded.

"He found you at the bottom of a ravine, he said he thought you must have tripped and fell." Clarke nodded slowly.

"Yes," she murmured, "there was loose shingle at the top." Jasper smiled and pushed a damp piece of hair of Clarke's forehead. She turned to him.

"Bellamy?"

"We found him too. Lincoln took Octavia to one of the Grounder Camps, and they searched it and found Bell in one of the tents." Clarke breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is he here? Is he ok?" Jasper smiled again.

"Yeah, he is."

"Can you get him?" Jasper patted Clarke's arm gently.

"Sure," he said, before standing up and backing out of the dropship.

…...

Bellamy was in the strategy tent when Jasper found him, pouring over the maps trying to pinpoint to Miller where the Grounder camp was located. He looked up when he heard the tent flap.

"Jasper?" He said, an air to authority about his tone, "Why aren't you with Clarke?"

"She's woken up," Jasper replied, "she's asking for you." Bellamy felt a kick in his stomach, and tried to keep himself from grinning. He nodded to Jasper, before turning to Miller.

"Nobody knows," he said, turning back to Jasper, "not yet. I want to talk to her before the camp knows she's awake." The 2 boys nodded, before the 3 of them departed the tent. Miller and Jasper broke away, whilst Bellamy made a beeline for the dropship. He pushed the door flap out of the way, and ducked inside. Clarke lay still, with her eyes closed, but she opened them when she heard him approach.

"Bellamy?" she said, turning her head. He smiled softly.

"Hey, Princess," he replied, sitting down next to her. They sat there silently for a few moments, before Bellamy said, "I'm sorry I slept with Raven." Clarke met his gaze.

"I'm sorry I ran away."

"I'm not sorry that I followed." Clarke's head tilted, her eyes turning up to him.

"Bell..." she breathed.

"I'm sorry I didn't save you."

"I don't need to be saved, Bell," Clarke replied, "I'm a big girl." Bellamy grinned.

"Instinct I'm afraid." Clarke chuckled softly. There was another pause.

"I'm sorry I almost got you killed." Clarke whispered.

"You didn't Clarke, it was my choice to follow."

"Why did you follow?" Clarke said, turning to look at him.

"Because I love you." Bellamy said, lifting his head and meeting her gaze. Clarke's breath caught.

"Bellamy," she whispered, "why didn't you say anything?" He shrugged.

"Because you don't feel that way." He replied. "I was sad and I was lonely." Clarke smiled softly, remembering their conversation in the Grounder prison and, from the look on Bellamy's face, so was he. Clarke reached out and touched his hand gently.

"You don't have to be." She whispered, so quietly that Bellamy almost missed it.

"I'm not sorry for loving you." He said, "but I am sorry it took me so long to say." He bent down slowly, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He put his back to the wall, and prepared to settle down there for some time. After a few minutes, he heard Clarke speak softly next to him.

"I love you to, Bell." Bellamy grinned.

"I know, Clarke," he said, "who doesn't?"