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"We have to stop him. And we leave now. He won't touch a hair of Charlotte." said Bellamy, with a grave tone.

To that Charlie nodded.

"Give me five minute to clean my wound and I'll be ready." she said, her hand always on her bleeding chin.

She was surprised that Bellamy accepted this waiting time.

"I'll wait for you at my tent."

Good. She immediately ran to hers, searching her things to find a piece of clothes or something to wipe her face. She found what she wanted and ran to the basins of water. She took a goblet and proceeded to clean her face. She was not bleeding anymore, but she had to make sure her wound would not infect. Something was sure, she would have a scar from that. Ugh. Once she was done, she ran again to Bellamy's tent, entering like a gust of wind.

"Ready?" she said just as she entered.

And he was not there. Surprised, she looked around, but no Bellamy. He left without her. Yeah Bellamy the savior would save Charlotte on his own. That was not knowing Charlie. Murphy would do anything to kill Charlotte and that couldn't happen. Charlie would not only count on Bellamy to stop this. When you want something to be done, do it yourself. She exited the tent, furious and fell nose to nose with Jasper.

"Where is Bellamy? Or should I ask in which direction he left?"

Jasper looked at her, faking not knowing anything. Charlie sent him her "wild cat" look and he raised his hand like to protect himself.

"Ok, ok, he went this way!"

Good. Let the hunt begin.


It was dark now and Charlie was still searching for Charlotte, Bellamy, Finn, Clarke, Murphy, really anyone. Just as she was beginning to lose faith, she heard a scream in the distance. It was Charlotte. Oh no, Murphy had her. Charlie ran to the source of the scream. She heard someone running on her left and saw Clarke and Finn.

"Hey!" She said, trying to get their attention.

They saw her and Finn pointed the direction of the sound.

"We should hurry up!"

Charlie joined them and they soon arrived near a cliff, where were standing Murphy and his men, facing Bellamy protecting Charlotte.

"Stop this! It's not right!" yelled Clarke, stepping between the two groups.

"Give her to me, Bellamy..." said Murphy, always insisting.

Charlie saw him taking a knife out of his pocket. She was feeling something was wrong.

"Clarke, come back here." she said, trying to minimize the damages.

Clarke turned to her, incredulous. "I won't let her die in his..." she started. At that moment, Murphy took her, pressing his knife on her throat. At least this time it wasn't Charlie's throat that was under a knife. As much as she was relieved it was not her again, she felt the adrenaline going up in her body.

"Let her go, she has nothing to do with it!" said Charlie.

She felt Finn boiling at her side, he was about to do something. Worried he would push Murphy to slice Clarke's throat, she took Finn gently by the arm. He looked at her and understood her message. Stay calm or you could do something you would regret.

"Give me Charlotte and I'll free the princess..." said Murphy to Bellamy, pressing the knife harder.

Charlie saw Charlotte jump to Murphy, Bellamy catching her just in time.

"Don't do that Charlotte!"screamed Clarke.

That was brave. She was ready to sacrifice her life for the one of a little girl who killed her best friend. Definitely brave. Or stupid. Charlie felt Finn moving on her side and she tightened her grip.

"Stay calm..." she whispered.

There was a moment of silent, everyone was under pressure. The tension in the air was thick and Charlie could nearly breath it. She saw in the eyes of Bellamy that he was actively searching a way to get out of this situation with both Charlotte and Clarke alive. It was hard.

"I can't let one of you get hurt because of me..." cried Charlotte, breaking the silence. "Not after what I did..."

Charlie saw her step back, near the cliff. Not good. She was going to jump. Following her instincts, Charlie jumped to her, wanting to catch her. Bellamy had the same reflex, but they were too late.

"Charlotte, no!" she screamed.

It was too late. She had jumped and disappeared into darkness.

"Oh my god..." she said, horrified.

She catch herself taking the arm of Bellamy, searching for support. He took her hand and she felt his grip was tightening. She turned to him and she saw anger growing in his eyes. He stood up slowly and turned to Murphy.

"It's your fault..." he growled.

Murphy had released Clarke and was standing there, looking a bit scared of the threatening Bellamy. He was right to be, because Bellamy jumped on him with a scream of rage and they both fell on the ground, Bellamy on top. He started beating up Murphy really hard, worrying Charlie on Murphy's health.

"Stop it!" screamed Clarke as she tried to hold back Bellamy. "You're going to kill him!"

With the help of Finn, they took Bellamy off Murphy.

"We can't let him go! You said we can't have no rules... then he must pay!" screamed Bellamy, angry.

"I know, but killing him is not the solution!" answered Clarke.

"Then what is?" asked Bellamy, trying to calm down.

There was a moment of silence on the group, everyone trying to find what they could do.

"We banish him." simply said Charlie.

Everyone turned to her. "That's a good idea." said Clarke, supporting her for once.

Bellamy didn't answered, taking Murphy by the collar, making him stand.

"If I ever see you again near camp, we'll be back here and this time I'll kill you." he whispered to him, before throwing him back on the ground. "As for the rest of you," he continued, talking to Murphy's sidekicks, "you follow us back to camp or you stay to die here with him."

With those words, he walked away, going back to camp. They soon all followed into the woods, nobody staying back for Murphy.


"So, I guess we make the rules now." said Charlie as she was walking between Clarke and Bellamy towards camp.

The two of them looked at her, a bit surprised.

"Yeah, Bellamy is the auto-proclaimed and, I have to admit, supported leader. Clarke is the privileged one that has a good heart and is quite intelligent, she's the princess after all. As for me, let's say I'm the balance between you two. Moreover, three of us is the best idea. Always a majority."

They both nodded, convinced by her monologue. Now they were ruling the 100. Together.


It was late in the night when they arrived to camp and Charlie was exhausted. They explained to everyone why they had banished Murphy and what happened to Charlotte. After their little speech, Charlie went straight to her tent. She needed some sleep and some time alone. It had been a rough day and her legs were sore from the walk in the forest. She took off her wet boots and her vest and she lay down on her bed. She closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep. But she wasn't. Ugh. She stood up, she was thirsty. But the basins were so far... Laboriously, she put back her boots and went out to the source of water. As she arrived there, she found Bellamy, drinking a cup. Was he always there? Couldn't she just drink without him being around? She remembered her taking his arm as Charlotte jumped and was angry at herself. She shouldn't have. He was not a good guy and even if sometimes he was totally attractive and nice, she couldn't count on that.

"Charlie," he said as she approached. "Thanks for today. Without you we wouldn't be here and I would have probably killed Murphy." He laughed a little and added: "Well for that I'm not that thankful, but you know..."

She offered him a fake smile with no answer and took her goblet to drink. He seemed a bit surprised at her silence, but continued.

"I hope things will get more calm down here. We all need some rest and we need to continue to build our wall."

She drank her glass in two sips and turned back to go back to her tent. She wasn't feeling chatty. And it was starting to rain.

"Hey, wait!" said Bellamy, following her down the path across the woods that leaded to the camp. The basins were a bit isolated.

Charlie stopped, annoyed. She turned back abruptly and asked: "What?"

He looked at her, still surprised. "Why are you avoiding me? Even if we talk more now since our little chat, you still avoid me when we start talking about more than just the sun and the rain. What is going on?"

She sighed heavily. The rain was becoming thicker and they were starting to get soaked.

"I'm not avoiding you." she said, knowing he was true. She was avoiding him because as soon as they were talking for more than five minutes, she was feeling closer to him and she couldn't do that. He was bad for her. Or was he? She turned away, trying again to avoid a confrontation. She heard the thunder and crossed her arms around her chest, feeling cold.

"Answer me!" he said, screaming to cover the sound of the storm.

She stopped, feeling this was going to be bad. She was going to say too much and she was going to be deceived. She heard him come to her and he grabbed her arm, turning her to face him.

"Tell me!" he screamed again, looking angry this time.

She felt the anger coming up her throat and the tears rolling on her cheeks. She closed her eyes really hard to keep them and screamed back "Because!"

She opened her eyes again, more and more angry.

"Because, I can't live with no consequences! It's impossible! I made a mistake and now I have to live with it!"

He seemed totally lost, but still angry, his grip on her arm not loosening.

"I... I made a mistake that night I came to see you", she continued, not screaming anymore.

She hesitated to continue but the anger chose for her.

"I made a mistake by sleeping with you because now I think about that amazing moment each time I see you! And each time I see you with a girl I feel kind of jealous and I hate that! This is not freedom! I'm enslaved to the idea of a stupid jerk kissing me like I was never kissed!"

Bellamy took her other arm and looked at her, the rain soaking his hairs and pulling them in front of his eyes.

"I feel nervous every time I have to speak to you," he said, looking straight at her. "I want you to like me. I've never felt that before, I lose my self confidence when I'm with you. I'm enslaved to the idea of you and me sharing something intense."

The rain was cold on her face and she felt a chill going through her body.

"Are we falling in love or something?" she said with a hollow laugh, releasing the tension in the air.

Bellamy laughed with her and took a step back turning around and passing both his hands in his hair.

"I don't know," he answered turning back to her. "I seriously don't know but if we are this sucks!I've never felt so tortured and I've never wanted something so bad! I mean... This is not freedom! I don't feel free to do whatever the hell I want!"

"What is it that you want?", she asked, already knowing the answer but just wanting to hear it.

He took a little pause, passed again his hands in his hair and answered:

"This."

He then took two steps to her and grabbed her face in his hot hands, kissing her passionately. This kiss felt like it was an electrical shock and the rain suddenly felt hot on her skin. It was even better than in her memories.

"Are we really doing this again?" she said in a breath, between two kisses.

He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her in his arms.

"Oh hell yeah."


She was felling warm and sleepy, just waking up from a long sleep. She felt someone tickling her chin and shook her head to get rid of the annoyance. What was that? She opened her eyes to find Bellamy next to her.

"You'll have a bad scar." he said about the cut on her chin.

"Good morning." she growled, getting up on her elbow, looking around.

They were in her tent and it was early in the morning, she could tell by the light. She closed her eyes a moment, remembering last night. Yeah. A good night after all.

"So you're still here..." she said, turning to Bellamy who was lying, his arms crossed behind his head.

He laughed. "I'm not like you. I don't run away... And why would I have left?"

She shrugged, not knowing what she could answer to that. For once. She lay back in her bed, laying her head on Bellamy's shoulder.

"So what is this?" she asked, knowing he would know what she was talking about.

He put his arm around her shoulder pulling her closer.

"I don't know, but it feels good. Let's not complicate this by putting a name on it."

Well, technically it wasn't complicating things. Just making things more real. As the total jerk he could be, that scared him. Ugh. Ok. Charlie had to admit that this wasn't so bad. Because she was also scared. Not naming it was good for her too in the end. Let things be simple for once. So she nodded, to show him she agreed. They stayed there for a few minutes silent, both feeling good just lying there.

"Let's not name this, but can we do it again sometimes?" asked Charlie, breaking the silence.

Bellamy laughed and pulled her over him.

"Anytime." he answered, kissing her again and again.


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