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Today's Prompt: The Ark lands but Jaha has gone back on his word about pardoning Bellamy.

They walked, side by side, at the back of the group. Jasper and Finn – and Raven as Finn helped her along – were up front, leading what remained of the Hundred (Fifty Two) to where both men promised they would all be safe. Clarke wanted a little more than that, but Bellamy wouldn't tell her. He hadn't said a word since everyone was out of Mount Weather: they'd seen each other, she'd gasped as he'd grabbed her arm and she'd almost collapsed. It took him shouting his usual 'Princess!' to get her to run with him.

Since then they'd just walked...and walked, and walked, and walked. Clarke was sure a whole day had passed. Just how long had Bellamy and Finn been surviving together out in the wilderness? How had they survived the blast at all? Maybe they hadn't and she was still in the white room, drugged out of her mind and dreaming of when they would come and save them. But she knew she wasn't dreaming.

Her dreams had Bellamy encased in fire, screaming as his skin boiled and cracked and blood poured until there was nothing of him left – all the while screaming that she could have waited, could have saved him. Finn was always incinerated instantly and at first she thought it was just her subconscious trying to save her from the pain of losing him until she could no longer fight it. But, when the memory of his eyes would catch hers, all she could do was keep screaming for Bellamy to run. Her guilt about Finn wasn't over his death (well some of it was), it was for caring more about Bellamy than she did him.

She wanted so badly for him to talk to her, but he wouldn't say a word and just stared straight ahead. He watched over the travelling teens in front of them like a hawk and she wouldn't have been surprised if he was refusing to blink just so he could keep an eye on them at all times. She had been so broken and lost in that white room thinking she'd killed them – had he even been worried about her at all?

She had been so focused on him that she didn't notice the log until her foot caught and she was already tumbling over, but a hand in hers yanked her back up.

"Careful, Princess, wouldn't want anything to go wrong now, do you?" Bellamy said, his eyes sparking as he smirked down at her.

"You spoke," she breathed.

"Humans do that, Princess, or do I have to wait until you command me to?" He wasn't taking a jab at her upbringing, or mocking her like he had so many times before, he was just teasing her, trying to keep her from going back to the shell of her that was staring silently ahead with a glazed look in her eyes. "Seriously, Clarke, what's wrong?"

"You've been quiet since we got out," Clarke said, looking up at him in confusion. "For almost a day we've been walking and you haven't said a word."

"Princess, that was you – you were actually starting to really freak me out. I mean, you haven't let go of my hand since I found you."

Clarke looked down at their conjoined hands, realising that he was in fact right. Had she really been the quiet one? Had he been trying to talk to her and she'd been the one to stare silently ahead? Oh god, what had he asked?

"Oh, sorry."

Bellamy grabbed her and stopped them abruptly. Almost straight away the group stopped, but Bellamy just signalled for Finn to keep going and they started up again once the tracker got the message. Once everyone was out of earshot Bellamy turned his attention back to Clarke with a stern look.

"Okay, what's wrong?" he asked and, before she could stammer out an excuse, he held up his hand to signal her to be quiet. "You haven't apologised to me once since we've been here and you start now after spacing out? Seriously, Princess, what's going on with you?"

Clarke didn't know what to say. Could she tell him? Could she even put into words the crushing guilt and heartache she had had to fight through every day she thought she had killed him and Finn? Would he know what her dreams of fire and his screaming would mean, or would he just brush it off with another speech about survival? Yes, what she had done she did it to keep the majority alive, but that still didn't change the fact she'd pulled the lever. No matter how many different people she had to be, it was always going to be the Princess that pulled the lever.

"Nothing's wrong, Bellamy. They didn't exactly feed and treat us right in there so I'm just a little tired." It was a blatant lie but she hoped he wouldn't know that. It wasn't all a lie though – the men in suits had the cooperate-or-starve kind of attitude and most nights Clarke had gone without food.

Bellamy stared down at her for a few moments and she could have counted all the frown lines on his face. Finally he sighed and broke their eye contact to reach down for her hand again. "Clarke." Right away she knew he was going to say something serious. "whatever happened, it's all behind us now. Yes, people died, but that wasn't on you, it was the Grounders. Survival, remember? That's what you thought about and now a lot of us are finally headed to a place where we could be safe."

Clarke hadn't even registered what he'd said until he pinched her skin between his fingers. "Wait, what? What do you mean 'a place we could be safe'?"

Bellamy grinned and pulled on her hand again. They kept up a steady pace to catch up to the others, and Clarke realised they'd come to the edge of the forest and the others had already gone through to the other side. She didn't even know the forest had an edge and she stopped before she could go through. Bellamy paused ahead of her, their hands still clasped in the middle between them as he looked at her.

"Princess?"

"It's safe?" she asked.

He cracked a smile at that, not a smirk, but a real smile. He pulled on her hand until she joined him. He looked right into her eyes.

"I wouldn't take you anywhere that wasn't."

That had been all Clarke needed to follow him, and she was so glad that she did. It turned out that they – he and Finn – had found the ocean, and it was as beautiful as she'd always dreamed it would be. She would have to be dragged away when she would spend her evenings sitting on the soft sand and just watch the water sway in and out. Sometimes she had company – mainly Bellamy as they would take the quiet time to discuss the camp – but she really liked to come out alone.

It was while she was alone one evening that Bellamy found her. She wasn't surprised, he made it obvious that he did not enjoy it when she took herself off. But, like he had said, this was a place that they could be safe, and she knew he trusted her and wanted her privacy. So when he sat down beside her she didn't spare it a second thought and waited for when he would start talking about camp stuff.

"They're coming down tomorrow."

Clarke looked at him. The sunset washed over him, reds, gold's and oranges mingling with his ashen skin and coal coloured hair and she wanted nothing more than to savour this memory and transfer it to paper, saving it forever. This was the excuse she gave herself as she continued to stare at him.

"Clarke, are you listening? I said they're coming down tomorrow – the Ark – Raven just got off the radio with your mom."

At that Clarke bristled. She still didn't like to talk about it but now it looked like she would never be able to pretend her mother had died in the exodus crash. It was a horrible thing to do, but it brought her moments of relief. When she looked back at Bellamy she found that he was looking at the water, the same look in his eyes from when they were in the bunker. It all seemed so long ago, but now she knew exactly what was running through that complicated mind.

"You're thinking about doing it again, aren't you?"

"Sometimes I hate how much you know me," he sighed, but didn't answer. He never really answered her directly, but she could tell from the way he shifted his weight, leaned back on his hands and stretched his legs out in front of them, that she had hit home and he was preparing himself for whatever she was going to say. The bastard even got comfortable because he expected it to be a long speech.

Did he really know her that well also?

She let out a puff of air through her nose. "Do whatever you want, Bellamy."

That shocked him and he sat bolt upright. He had a look on his face that Clarke had never seen before – he looked insulted and, almost a little hurt.

"What, you really want me to go so badly, Princess?" he asked, immediately going on the defensive. "So now that the Ark's landing I guess you don't actually need me after all. I knew that was all a bunch of crap, I should have gone when I had the cha-"

"Jaha already pardoned you, Bellamy," Clarke said, cutting him off. "You don't need to be afraid of what he'll do. You also don't need to stay here; Octavia's gone and, like you said, once the Ark lands, we'll be able to take care of ourselves. We can teach them how to survive down here. So go if you want, go and find Octavia, go and do 'whatever the hell you want'."

They both knew that last jab was a shot directly at him. Wells had told Clarke all about Bellamy's bullshit claims when they first landed.

"You don't know if you'll be safe, Princess," Bellamy finally said after a while.

"The Ark will protect us and the Grounders won't come near us. Not after what we did to them," Clarke argued back. "This place could protect us for who knows how long."

"Nothing lasts forever, Clarke." Bellamy settled himself back into his original position. Neither of them spoke for a long while. "I wasn't ever going to run, by the way. You're right when you say this place could finally be home, but until I know for sure, I won't leave the camp." The or you hung in the air between them.

"Good," Clarke said as she shifted, laying her side along his. She felt him stiffen before his arm moved behind her, allowing her to fit more easily into his side. "Because like it or not, Bellamy Blake, I wasn't going to let you run out on us anyway."

He chuckled softly as they watched the sun set in silence.

It was while they were on that beach that a star fell from the sky. The impact shook the earth and jolted the two awake. They didn't waste time blushing over having fallen asleep in each other's arms, just got up and bolted back to camp. it was already awake and buzzing and Raven was the first to find them.

"They've landed and they're on their way. This is it." She then turned and run/hobbled back to the radio where Monty was waiting for her.

It would only be a matter of minutes, Clarke knew this. The Ark hadn't landed too far and the reality was becoming much closer. She found herself shaking as her and Bellamy gathered everyone together and stood at the head. Bellamy noticed and, without warning, took her hand – leaning down to whisper, "Remember, we got them here. No matter what happens, you'll still be our badass leader."

She chuckled nervously. "Co-leader."

If he was going to respond to that, he didn't get the chance as the first figure broke through the tree line. It was a woman, her long brown hair matted with twigs and leaves clinging to her. The people of the Ark were going to have to get used to the ground. One of the Hundred gasped and a cry of 'Mom!' filled the air. Before Bellamy or Clarke could stop her, a girl charged towards the trees and embraced the woman. More figures began to emerge and, bit by bit, the Hundred ran to meet their parents. Those without stayed put. Bellamy noticed the way Jasper had to hold himself firm when he spotted his parents. Bellamy smiled, patted him on the back and told him to go.

Clarke saw the way Jasper's eyes lit up at the same time that Bellamy's darkened and she placed a hand on his arm. "It won't change the way he looks up to you," she whispered as Jasper dashed towards his mom and dad, Monty right behind him. He sighed and placed his hand on hers. "They're still our people, Bellamy, but they have their own families too."

"I know, Princess. I just hope tha-"

"There he is, arrest him!"

Bellamy was ripped from Clarke's grip and thrown to the floor before she had time to respond. Out of the crowd of Ark members, Jaha strode forwards as his guards pinned the struggling Bellamy's hands behind his back and hauled him up onto his knees. Bellamy tried to surge forwards, but a gun butt to his cheek floored him.

That was what snapped Clarke out of her daze. "What are you doing?" she cried as she ran to Bellamy. A guard grabbed her and pulled her back. She struggled and kicked and the guard brought out his taser. A roar from Bellamy was all she heard before his bound arms hooked around the guards neck and yanked him down to ground with him. Three more guards jumped into the fight but Bellamy would not let go of the guard that tried to taser Clarke until a bang made everyone freeze. Jaha stood over them, a gun pointed towards the sky.

"Bellamy Blake, you are charged with the crimes of impersonating a guard, carrying a weapon without a licence and attempted murder of the Chancellor. All of these are punishable by death."

"You pardoned him!" Clarke yelled. Jaha spared her a glance.

"This is a new world Miss. Griffin. No one appreciates your efforts more than I do, you have given the human race a second chance, but we still have to keep order. Mr. Blake here will be made an example of – The ground will be run with order."

"Screw your order!" Clarke snapped. "Bellamy's done more for us than you and the Ark ever did. If you execute him you'll have to face the consequences. We would follow him through the gates of hell and back. If you even touch him, you will have the fight of your life on your hands."

"I understand where you are coming from, Clarke, but he broke the law and it won't be tolerated in the new world."

"New world?" Clarke seethed. "There is nothing new about this. You're just afraid that he has more power than you do. You're scared of him because he can actually lead us!"

Jaha's face twisted with rage, a look Clarke never thought she would ever see on her old best friends face. "Bellamy Blake will be executed for his crimes and the ranting of a little girl will not change that. Order will be re-stored in this world. He should feel proud, his death will bring the start of a new world."

"You son of a bi-"

"Clarke!"

Clarke froze at the voice. Her mother pushed past the guards that had circled around them, shooting Bellamy a look that he returned with a glare, and approached Clarke. For a moment Clarke's hopes rose. Jaha listened to Abby and maybe she could talk him out of this ridiculous idea.

"Listen to Jaha, honey," her mother soothed. Clarke knew she shouldn't have let her heart rest with her. Her mother was nothing but a murderer. "He's right, the world will need order. Look at him," Abby gestured to the beaten and bloody man on his knees. "He is not order. He is chaos wrapped in a time bomb. He's done his job but soon he will explode and I will not let him take you down along the way. He's a criminal, he broke the law, and he needs to be punished."

Clarke stared at the woman she used to call her mother. This woman was no longer her mother, she was a shell of a woman holding old morals that would eventually crash and burn in this new world.

"If you kill him then you'll have to kill me to."

"Clarke," It was the first time Bellamy had spoken. "don't be stupid. The others will need you to lead them." He looked to Jaha. The look in his eyes was one of contempt. He held no respect for the man in front of him. "I will accept my execution without protest, but only on one condition."

"You are not in a position to be bargaining," said Jaha.

Bellamy smirked at him. "I have gotten out of tougher situations than this, Chancellor." Bellamy's smirk dropped as he became serious again. "My condition, is that you won't let anything happen to her." He nodded his head towards Clarke before his eyes fixed on Abby. "Swear on the soul of a dead man – the man that fought everyday to protect and keep your daughter safe, to give the children, that you effectively sentenced to death, someone to lead them so that you could have a chance to come down – that you will keep her safe."

"I swear," Abby said without pause. Bellamy nodded before facing Jaha again.

"Then I will accept my execution."

Jaha nodded. "Very well. Since we can no longer float you, you will be sunken. Rocks will be tied to your arms and legs and you will be dropped into the sea."

Clarke fought back her sobs. That would be a slow and painful death. At least when a person was floated the death was instant as soon as they were out in space. Bellamy would have two/three minutes of panic, or water filling his lungs.

"Your execution will take place in the morning. Take him away," Jaha ordered and the guards began to pull Bellamy to his feet.

Clarke snapped. She wrenched herself out of her mother's arms and ran towards Bellamy. Her mother shouted for her to stop and the guards turned. She ducked under the arms of one who tried to grab her and threw all her weight at the one holding Bellamy. He toppled and Bellamy sank back onto his knees. She dropped in front of him, wrapped her arms around his neck and broke down into sobs. He couldn't hold her, his arms were still bound behind his back, but he tucked his face into her neck and breathed her in.

"We can stop this," she choked out. "I'll talk to Jaha, my mom, I'll do something. Please don't stop fighting Bellamy, please."

"I have to do this Clarke," he said against her skin. "This way your forever might just last that long. Remember Clarke, this is the dream, a place we-you can be safe." Before he could say more a hand on Clarke's shoulder pulled her back, wrenching her away from Bellamy. "If you find Octavia, tell her that her older brother loves her!"

Clarke heard him, could still hear him as she was dragged one way and he was lead another. She felt the burn of her mother's hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. Raven only just caught her before she collapsed and dissolved into tears.

News spread quickly of Bellamy's execution. Jasper was one of the first to reject the Ark's ways, even refusing to be around his parents. He and Monty stayed with Miller in his tent. Most of the Hundred followed their example, but there were others who just wouldn't abandon their families. And so the Fifty Two that remained became the Twenty Four, the camp split almost in half by their loyalties.

Clarke lay awake in her tent. It had once been a shared tent, but the other occupant was currently in a holding cell on the Ark. She was staring at the ceiling, but rolled onto her side. His empty cot faced her and she had to fight the tears all over again. Jaha had been preaching justice all day, but what did he really know? Bellamy had done more for the Hundred than Jaha ever did for the whole colony. Justice wasn't breaking his word and condemning an innocent man to death.

Clarke sat up. She couldn't let this happen. Forever wouldn't be worth having if she had to spend it without Bellamy, haunted by the memory that he let himself die. She slipped out of the tent. The night watch was on and patrolling the camp. They were only letting those who had sided with Jaha on patrol. No one trusted those still loyal to Bellamy with anything until after the execution. But Clarke knew her camp and she knew how to slip away. It took a matter of minutes, of slipping in and out of the shadows, until she reached the forests. Once there she made a mad dash for the Ark. It wasn't exactly hard to find – who could miss a giant space station crashed landing in a forest.

When she got there she retreated back into the shadows and made her way towards the holding deck. There were two guards out front. One was already asleep. The other, a younger male who fidgeted restlessly, stood up and began his own patrol. Clarke smirked at the sloppy training – Bellamy would never have stood for that. As soon as the guards torch light was out of sight she ran towards the Ark and slipped inside. A chill hit her as she walked and settled right into the pit of her stomach. It seemed like years ago that she thought this was where she was going to die, where she dreamed of the ground and all its wonders. Nothing felt like a dream anymore, only nightmares that she would always have to fight against and she couldn't do that without Bellamy.

She didn't know how long she spent searching through the cells. She went straight to the solitary ones, knowing that they wouldn't take any chances with him – but she still came up short until she came across a familiar door. Carefully, almost fearfully, Clarke reached out for the keypad. She remembered the stories Bellamy had told her from when he had been a guard and now she was more than thankful. She punched in the code he repeated in every story and, slowly, the door unlocked and swung open.

He was there, sitting on the floor and staring at the walls. Her drawings still littered the cell, a little faded, but there. He was fixated on one, the night sky. his fingers were brushing over the charcoal markings when he looked up and saw her.

"Clarke?"

She was frozen until he said her name. Then she ran and threw herself into his arms. They weren't bound this time and he embraced her back, crushing her against him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked after a few moments.

"Getting you out. I won't let them execute you, Bellamy, it isn't right."

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" he said as he pulled back. He refused to let her go completely though, just enough so he could look at her face. "What about the camp, and Jaha, and your mom?"

"She isn't my mother anymore," said Clarke. "And the Ark just wants everything to stay the same. They want to keep treating us like prisoners but they can't." She grabbed Bellamy's face in her hands. "Some of them still follow you Bellamy, and there will be consequences if I don't get you out of here."

"And there will be consequences if you do," Bellamy argued as he shook his face free. "I'm doing this for you – them. This will unify them, Princess, make them stronger. You can have your forever."

"Forever wouldn't be worth it without you."

Bellamy froze. Whatever argument he had prepared was gone from his mind as Clarke's blue eyes, the eyes he had spent weeks trying to find, bore straight through his and into his soul. In that moment he swore everything fell right into place, right to where they had been slowly headed for some time now, but just needed those words to give it the extra push. He couldn't deny himself anymore.

Bellamy Blake was a selfish man.

"Run away with me," he said. "I can't go back there, you know I can't. But I can't leave you either. We'll find a place, maybe wherever Lincoln and Octavia are. We can start our own colony."

Not the camp, not the Hundred. You. he had said her and nothing was left in the air to question this time.

"I will," Clarke said without hesitation. "but we have to go back for the others first." At Bellamy's confused look she explained all about Jasper, and Raven, and all the others who were still loyal to him. "They have to come with us or the Ark will destroy them. They can't go back to that anymore than I can."

"All right," Bellamy agreed. "Go back to camp and spread the word. I'll wait by the river."

They stood up and left the cell. Instead of leaving through the holding dock, they moved through the Ark and came out on the other side. Bellamy grabbed as many supplies as he could carry – packs, blankets, nutrition pastes, water – anything useful. When they emerged the sun was already starting to come up. Clarke knew she would only have a few hours to get everyone out before the camp woke. She looked to Bellamy, laden down with all the gear.

"I'll be back as soon as I can."

She turned to leave, but his hand on her arm stopped her. Before she could question him, he pulled her in and kissed her. It was only a short, chaste one, a promise of so much more to come as he whispered 'I love you so dam much' against her lips. She couldn't lose herself in him yet though, she had a job to do, and left before she could fall under his spell, returning his words and promising to return.

Four years later.

"Clarke!"

Said blonde looked up from the ground. The soil was disturbed as the freshly planted herbs nestled underneath. Bellamy was striding towards her.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she stood up.

"Miller's gone and cut himself again. He needs you in the Med Cabin. Jasper's already in there with him but he won't stop being a baby."

Clarke nodded and followed alongside Bellamy as they made their way. Cabins dotted the small area, a flat piece of land sheltered by mountains that rose past the clouds. After they had escaped the Ark's camp four years ago, the group decided to head south, the opposite direction to the beach, and kept going. They risked going through Grounder territory, knowing the Ark would never follow them. They lost people, three of them, but made it to the other side. The three that they lost were the first to make up the graveyard that was built. Once they found the mountain pass they agreed to stay. They didn't know where they were, but the summers were long and warm and the mountains protected them from the full force of the winter. Clarke called it a stroke of luck. They began work on cabins right away. It had taken over a year, but now everyone had a place to call their own.

They entered the Med Cabin to find Miller sitting on one of the cots. Jasper was gone, no doubt looking for Monroe, but Raven had taken his place and was tending to Miller's leg.

"How're you feeling today, Raven?" Clarke asked as she watched the Mechanic tend to her husband.

Raven smiled. "I'm good," she said, one hand cradling the slight swell of her stomach. "This baby wouldn't let Jasper touch him."

"He doesn't have any training!" Miller defended, then winced as Raven dabbed at his leg a little roughly.

Clarke smiled and even Bellamy's lips lifted slightly. Knowing she wouldn't be needed, she turned and left with Bellamy right on her heels. She breathed in the summer air through her nose. Raven wasn't the first to get pregnant. Monroe and Jasper already had a two year old running around that was the spitting image of Jasper – only the goggles were much too big for his tiny head – and Monroe was already expecting another.

"Did you ever think it would be like this?" Bellamy asked from behind her. Clarke smiled.

"No. Never in my wildest dreams did I think forever could be so good." She heard him chuckle seconds before his arms encased her middle. The metal band around his ring finger glinted in the sunlight and she placed her own hand over it, her band matching.

"Nothing lasts forever, Princess," he sighed against her neck.

"This will," she replied before turning and kissing him.

It got a little sappy but I stand by it. Anyway's, you guys know what to do, send in the Prompts - the more imaginative the better - and I will write the ones I like the best.

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