They'd been walking for nearly an hour, trying to find the place that Bellamy swore wasn't too far away. He looked behind his shoulder, making sure Clarke was close behind. The longer they walked, the more apparent the worry that he'd lead her on a wild goose chase became. Though, when he saw the large rock that had only been a short walk from the place, he knew they were getting close.

"Almost there," he assured.

"You've been saying that for the past twenty minutes," Clarke pointed out.

"No, really, we're almost there," he said, swinging around the trunk of a tree to face her. "It should be just over that way."

"We've been walking for an hour, and you still haven't told me where we're going," she said, grinning at him.

"That's because, princess, it's supposed to be a surprise," he placed a hand on the small of her back as she passed, and then continued to walk beside her. "I really think you're gonna like this place."

They continued walking, past the big rock and around the nearly identical trees. It should be just around that corner. He picked up the pace slightly as they neared the place, but when he turned the corner, there was only more forest. The place wasn't there. He stopped in his tracks, and she came up behind him, glancing over his shoulder, searching for what she was supposed to see.

"Uh," he said, glancing over at her, then back at the forest. "This isn't it."

She was silent for a minute before saying, "We're lost, aren't we?"

"I wouldn't say 'no'," he answered. "But I do recognize this place. We can't be too far away." He continued on, searching for any more familiar sights.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself," she joked, smirking.

He stopped briefly to glare at her. "It's a real place," he insisted.

"I'm sure it is."

He rolled his eyes, smiling and shaking his head. She picked up speed before falling into a steady pace by his side. "You could just tell me where we're going," she suggested. "I might be able to help find it."

"Nice try, princess," he said, "but I'm not spoiling the surprise."

"Oh, come on," she said. "We walked for an hour and didn't even find the place, and you still won't tell me what it is?"

"There's still a chance we'll find it," he argued. "I just have to retrace my steps a little." He himself was beginning to doubt they would ever find it, but Bellamy being Bellamy, was not willing to give up so easily.

"It's getting dark," Clarke commented, looking at the sky. "We really should start heading back."

"We'll be fine," he said, pushing a long branch out of his path, careful to make sure it didn't whip back at Clarke.

"Bellamy," Clarke said, "I'm serious. We really should start heading back before—"

He pushed aside another branch, stepped out into the clearing, and there it was. Clarke followed a step later, cutting off her sentence as she saw the place. She was speechless.

The place was beautiful. Small, fluorescent flies hovered above a pond—fireflies. The only glowing insects she'd seen on the Ground were the butterflies. From the looks of it, the butterflies were there too—lazily flapping their wings as they rested on the trunks of trees. The area was densely surrounded by trees, effectively making it private and hard to find.

"How did you find this place?" she breathed.

"I tried chasing down a boar on a hunt once," he explained. "I tripped, face-planted, looked up, and here I was." He turned to her and grinned. "I thought you might like to see it."

A slow smile spread across her face, before she laughed in disbelief.

"Wanna go for a swim?" she turned to see a suggestive look in his eyes as he asked it. She huffed, playfully shoving him before agreeing.

"It's a good thing we're alone," she commented, before they both stripped off their clothes and ran into the pond.


A/N: This is the last I have written for this work. I stopped working on it in September of 2015 and have since lost the rest of the prompts. I took a LoK prompt list and modified it from there, so I'm not 100% sure I could ever get them back. But who knows, maybe I'll work on this again some day.