There's a video on Youtube of some of the cast of 'The 100' being interviewed and in the first few seconds, you see (or more so hear) Bobby (Bellamy) being asked who he ships and him replying "I've never heard the word 'ship' but I'm going to ship Bellamy and Murphy". It's sort of sweet. :D
Anyway, if you haven't watched it (or want to watch it again and can't seem to find it), type in 'the 100 interview cast' and it's the 'WonderCon' vid.
Also, one of my tweets has been re-tweeted by the dad of Christopher Larkin (Monty) which I was surprised about. (:
Something else I need to mention; this chapter has scenes of a sexual nature so I'm putting it as an 'M' rating, just in case.


Supplies were quickly dwindling and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. People needed to live on more than a few nuts and berries. The radio still hadn't been fixed either, so help from the Ark was a no go. Clarke decided it was time for an expedition, out into the open. She had heard conversations involving her mother, just before being sent to Earth that there were various supply depots dotted around Earth. Now having come across some supply records stored within the drop ship a few days ago (one of the few helpful things, so far that the Council has done to help 'The 100' on Earth), she was ready to go exploring. For her plan to work, she needed at least another pair of hands to help and who better than the only other person who had an interest with how camp ran; Bellamy.

She walked onto the drop ship, where she knew Bellamy would be, her feet loud against the metal floor; everyone around knew she had arrived from the moment she stepped foot inside. "Bellamy, there you are. I need to talk to you." Clarke demanded as she made her way towards him.

He was walking towards the exit but he sped up when he saw Clarke heading towards him. "I can't help you Princess." he quickly replied, walking on past her, not wanting to help.

"You don't know what I'm going to ask you." Clarke argued, as she blocked him from leaving.

Bellamy had to stop sharply so he didn't walk into Clarke. He took a deep breath in before dubiously asking. "What do you want to ask me?" He crossed his arms across his chest, muscles tout under his skin, as his gaze fixed on Clarke.

So not to let anyone hear what they were saying, she took hold of his arm, turning him so now his back was to the exit and lent in towards his ear to speak. "There's a supply depot out there and we need to get to it. I'm asking you to come with me. As backup." She moved back to look at him, waiting for his reply.

"What kind of supplies?" Bellamy asked, seemingly thinking about going along with Clarke.

Clarke let a small smile appear on his lips."The kind of supplies that'll help us live through winter. Food, weapons, you name it, it's meant to be there."

A few seconds past before a subtle smirk appeared on his lips, he was going with her. "I'll get my stuff. Meet me in ten."

Clarke nodded, still with a small smile on her lips before walking out of the drop ship and out into camp. Only thing to do now, was to get some essentials together and wait for Bellamy to join her. She walked off towards the various storage tents and got what was needed for their trip.

It was more like fifteen minutes when Bellamy finally made an appearance, hauling a medium sized rucksack across his shoulders filled with any essentials he thought was needed. It was too much for their trip in other words and Clarke very definitely noticed as her eyes dropped to it with a frown. "You realize this is a day trip?" Clarke asked, her eyes moving up to look at Bellamy's.

"A lot can happen in a day." Bellamy replied simply as he made his way out of camp, wielding an axe. Clarke soon followed before quickening her pace to walk in front of Bellamy, leading him to the supplies, not the other way around. A small smile fluttered upon his lips at her subtle show of leadership.

The minutes went by in comfortable silence, both their minds set on finding the depot. It was Clarke, however who suddenly broke the silence as they walked down a steep hill, quite a distance away from camp. "What do you think will happen when the Ark finally comes down to Earth?" Clarke took a couple of steps down the hill before turning to look at Bellamy who was walking behind her.

"What do you mean? Are we going to have a huge celebration, get out a cake, that sort of thing?" Bellamy asked, a mixture of interest in what Clarke was meaning and not so subtle attempt at humor to lighten the mood.

Clarke didn't bite. "No. What I mean is, we won't be leaders anymore, we'll be back to simply being the delinquents we used to be when we were on the Ark. I suppose we'll both just have to be ready for it."

A smirk appeared on Bellamy's lips as he looked down briefly at where he was stepping. "You mean put up a fight? Make them know we're not going to back down." He ran down the rest of the hill, speeding past Clarke in the process.

Clarke didn't answer straight away, as a few seconds ticked by, her strides speeding up to match Bellamy's. They were walking side by side when she decided to reply. "Yes, exactly. I think we're doing a good job. Together." She turned to look directly at Bellamy, stopping in the process, their gazes fixed for a split second on one another as a small smile flitted upon her lips. Just as quickly as the smile appeared, it was gone. Her head whipped back around to continue their walk and only stopped again when they reached the ledge of a shallow cliff. Stretched out below them was the remains of what civilization used to be; the ornate buildings of old, now turned to a mount of rubble, the odd part of a building standing intact.

"The depot's supposed to be around here...somewhere." Clarke wondered out loud, her eyes scanning over the scene before them.

"There's gotta be a door." Bellamy's eyes took in any little clue to it's position he could find. "Let's split up, we'll cover more ground. Stay within shouting distance." With that, he headed along the edge of the cliff while Clarke made her way towards the bottom, both hoping they'd find something.

About quarter of an hour past when Clarke shouted up towards Bellamy. "Bellamy. I've found something, I've found a door." He walked towards the edge to look at Clarke before making his way to her, his hope for everyone's survival rising in his eyes. When he got to Clarke, he could see that she was having difficulty with the door. "I think it's rusted stuck."

Without missing a beat, he took a tight grip on the axe he still was holding before pulling it back, into the air, ready to swing. "Watch yourself." He waited for Clarke to get out of the way before swinging it with a loud crack onto the metal door, the rust breaking off with the impact. He did it again one last time before dropping the axe to the ground and taking hold of the handle. "Okay, give me a hand." Clarke's fingers wrapped around the handle as well before the two of them started to pull at the door. They pulled and pulled, the groaning of the metal getting louder and louder with each tug until the door flung open with a dense thud. A musky smell drifted out of the darkness but neither seemed to mind, they had found what they were looking for.

Clarke walked down first, pulling out two lanterns out of her rucksack and handed one to Bellamy. They scanned the area around them seeing dust, dirt and cobwebs, trying to get there bearings.

"Really think this place hasn't been touched since the war?" Bellamy asked as he took the last step down onto the flat metal ground below.

Clarke was constantly scanning, taking in every little detail. "A girl can dream." she replied with a tone showing her distraction before making her way towards a flight of stairs. "Come on."

As they walked down the stairs, Clarke suddenly had to stop as in front of them, splayed across a step was somebody's skeleton; dust and cobwebs covering it all.

"Hell of a place to die." Bellamy simply said as Clarke unconsciously shivered at the sight. However, they had to keep going, had to keep moving. They stepped over it before carrying on down the rest of the stairs, all the way to the bottom.

"So much for living down here, this place is disgusting." Clarke wiped her fingertip over a dusty surface as she spoke, bringing up a thick layer of gray dust onto her index finger.

"No wonder they died." Bellamy muttered sarcastically as he walked behind her, both of their eyes looking around at the empty boxes and various things around them. None of which was helpful to them. Water rushed down from the roof in thin streams around every corner, something which both Bellamy and Clarke had to keep and eye out for. The whole place was ruined.

There was a mount of various boxes in one particular room which caused the two of them to get their hopes up. Bellamy walked over to one and found it filled with glow-sticks. He took two and handed one to Clarke who was heading to a box of her own. Her box contained blankets, something which Bellamy wasn't happy with, he wanted something more...substantial, helpful, like medicine, clean water, tents, anything like that. He huffed around the room before kicking over a metal drum in frustration. It rocked over onto its side with a deathly thud, spilling what looked like oil and...something solid onto the ground. Bellamy moved closer, trying to let his eyes adjust to what he was seeing. He crouched down to get closer, placing his hand along one of the guns that had been stored in the barrel. Bellamy couldn't help but smile at this find. "Oh my God." Bellamy muttered with Clarke not to far from earshot.

"What?" she asked, walking over to Bellamy, interested with what he had found.

He picked up one before he turned to face Clarke as he stood up again. They both looked at each other with excitement. Bellamy immediately came up with an idea which he started to put it in place right away, as he made his way over towards the direction of where they had come from and put up a mock up shooting range made of an old bit of fabric laying around. "The Grounders, they won't know what hit them if they ever come to pick a fight with us again." He held onto the gun tightly under his arm as he walked his way back towards Clarke, with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Ready to be a badass Clarke?"

Clarke didn't seem to be as ecstatic with the find as Bellamy, even though she seemed to be only a few minutes prior. "Look. I'm not gonna fight you on bringing guns back to camp. I know we need them but don't expect me to like it." Clarke held tested out the parts of the gun Bellamy had handed her, seeing how it felt in her hands.

Bellamy seemed to be ignoring Clarke's complaints about the guns, at least partly, instead talking about how Clarke needs to get used to using one. "We're lucky the rifles were packed in grease. The fact that they survived means we're not sitting ducks anymore." He took a brief pause before continuing. "You need to learn how to do this."

Defeated, Clarke nods, agreeing before positioning herself to shoot towards the fabric hanging across the walkway. "So, I just hold it on my shoulder?" she asks, pointing the gun out from her body.

Bellamy walks closer to her before placing his hand over hers, guiding her manually through it. "Yeah, just a little higher now, that end." He presses his hand onto her shoulder softly, gently, his gaze helplessly shifting to looking at Clarke and just Clarke; the whole room for a moment was unimportant. He quickly though shook that off and moved away from Clarke to get a gun of his own to practice shooting with. "Yeah. Uh, that's good. Uh, watch and learn." He positions himself correctly, ready to shoot but when the time comes, unfortunately, the gun just doesn't listen. It was filled with dud bullets.

"Still watching." Clarke said with a subtle smile but Bellamy was in the zone. He tried again but the outcome was much the same as before. Eventually, he decides to move the focus towards Clarke again.

"My bullets are duds. Try yours." Without hesitating, Clarke moves herself in front of Bellamy and positions herself to shoot again. She eyes the target, her finger ready on the trigger before slowly pushing against it. A piercingly loud shot is fired. Clarke looks at the hole in the fabric with wide eyed joy. "That was...amazing!" She couldn't help but let a laugh escape. "Am I horrible for feeling that?" She turned to look at Bellamy. She hadn't had this much fun in...years!

Bellamy smiled brightly and shook his head. "Try again."

"No. We shouldn't waste ammunition." Clarke replied quickly, unsure of shooting again.

Bellamy, however had other ideas. "You need to practice."

"No. We need to talk about how we're gonna keep guns around camp; where are we going to keep them? Who has access?"

Bellamy takes the gun Clarke is giving him but simply ignores Clarke and shoots the gun, the sound filling the room for a split second. "We'll sort that out when we get back. For now, keep we both need to keep practicing with shooting. Here." He then handed her back the gun before walking to his rucksack and got some scavenged nuts out to eat. He handed some over to Clarke who took a few with a silent thanks, both of them downing them all in one.

After a while, Bellamy's head started to feel foggy, cloudy, like he was in some form of dream. Maybe being in this cramped, space was getting to him. It shouldn't be but maybe it was. "Clarke, I'm gonna get some air." He walked off without turning around. Clarke was unsure of what to do as she didn't feel too comfortable shooting without Bellamy to watch over at least, so she dropped the gun down on the ground and decided to take another walk around, just to see if there was anything they missed, some supply that might be helpful.

As Clarke walked around the rooms, a sudden feeling of weightlessness and fogginess swept over her, causing her to crumple to the floor. "What was happening?" She thought as the world around her disappeared and was replaced by somewhere familiar, somewhere impossible. She was back on the Ark. She was back in a time when her father hadn't been floated as he sat on her bed, almost like he was waiting for her. Her body felt weak. "Dad?" she cried before running up to him and giving the biggest hug she could manage, wrapping her arms around him as he held her in his arms like she was still his little girl. "You're alive."

Her father lead out a throaty chuckle, the sound had an unnatural edge to it. "Of course I'm alive kiddo." he replied as Clarke slowly led go of him, walking back slightly Something was off and she knew what it was.

"You're not real are you? This place, here, it's not real." Clarke's voice dropped at the realization.

"I'm sorry kiddo, I wish it were." Her father replied sadly as he wiped away a stray tear from his daughter's cheek.

"Wait. How is this possible?" Clarke questioned, not knowing how, what, why this was all happening to her. What had caused it?

"I'm thinking why, more important than how. Why me?"

Clarke looked up at her dad, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "Because I miss you."

"I think there's more to it than that kiddo." he admitted, as he watched Clarke with a kind smile.

Clarke didn't know what he was meaning, she couldn't think of why she was thinking this. Not until the dream was slowly being pulled away from her; slowly disappearing, leaving her father a simple memory, someone she couldn't hold or talk to when things got too much for her. She needed someone like that in her life and he was gone.

"Crazy bitch." A voice echoed in Clarke's head.

"What? Who said that?" Clarke questioned before the fog of the dream had gone. A sharp pain thrummed at the back of her head before her world went black. When she woke up, she had a gut instant to take the nearest gun she could find and head on out to see if Bellamy was okay. She ran as fast as she could up the stairs and out into the open, her legs carrying her forward with effort. Who had hit her over the head? Shouting coming from a couple of meters away from her indicated that whoever had followed them had found Bellamy and had hurt him too. She ran the last bit of ground in the quickest time she could manage to push herself in doing. She held out her gun, ready to shoot. The figure was right in front of her, holding a gun to a fallen Bellamy. Adrenaline ran through her veins as she recognized the person. "Put it down Dax." At hearing Clarke's voice, he spun around and pointed the gun in her direction.

"Should have stayed down there Clarke. I tried not to kill you but here you are, standing, ready to shoot me." Dax fixed his gaze on Clarke, getting ready to shoot her point blank.

"Why are you here Dax? Have you come to kill us?" Clarke asked, trying to keep him from shooting.

Dax let a sinister laugh escape his lips. "I was warned about Bellamy before even setting foot on the drop ship. Shumway told me that he would try to save his sister and if he did well, I think you can guess."

Clarke tried her best to keep her gaze sturdy on his, trying not to show any emotion. Did Dax really get warned by Shumway that Bellamy going after Octavia would happen or had he simply gone stir crazy down here on Earth? Had he really been told to kill Bellamy?

"Shumway said no witnesses." Dax added with a evil smile.

Clarke couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was everyone already starting to turn on each other?

"Shumway set it up." Bellamy muttered to himself as he stayed laying down on the ground. Clarke didn't hear him though.

"Walk away now and I won't kill you." Dax continued to stare out Clarke, their guns pointing at the other.

"Put. It. Down." She wasn't going to be intimidated by him.

"Your choice." Dax replied as Clarke pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. She had the dud bullets. "Oh shit." Clarke thought as Dax positioned himself to shoot her. She could see what he was about to do so she turned around and headed towards a tree for cover.

Bang. Bang.

Her heart raced against her chest. What was she going to do? With that thought, she instantly heard a hollow thud coming from behind her and a long 'No.' sounding from Bellamy. He had bowled Dax over. Punches were thrown soon after. Clarke fumbled with the gun but it was no use, it wasn't going to work. The punches got louder and louder until all Clarke could hear was Dax strangling Bellamy, pushing his gun against Bellamy's windpipe. This caused Clarke to come out of hiding. "Get the hell off him!" Clarke shouted as she ran as fast as she could towards Dax with the but of the gun aimed at his face. Unfortunately, Dax was a little quicker in reacting than Clarke had anticipated and whacked her hard in the stomach, knocking her over.

Without missing the opportunity to attack, Bellamy picked up a shell of a bullet and rammed it hard into Dax's neck, causing him to choke on his own blood. He fell to the floor dead within a few seconds.

The two of them panted with exhaustion before looking up at the other with shared relief that the fight was over. Both of them were covered with blood but that didn't matter, it was over. Clarke crawled herself to the base of a nearby tree while Bellamy walked over before sitting beside Clarke, her hands taking hold of one of his as he sat down, hoping he was okay under the circumstances. "You're okay." Clarke stated, squeezing his hand gently while his other hand patted her knee. They moved away after a second.

"No, I'm not. My mother..." He was fighting back the tears as he continued to speak. "..if she knew what I had done, who I am...she raised me to be better, to be good..."

Clarke's heart dropped at seeing Bellamy like this. She believed he only did what had to be done; shooting Jaha was one of those things. "Bellamy..."

"...and all I do is hurt people. I'm a monster." Tears were welling in his eyes but he was determined not to let them free.

Clarke placed her palm on Bellamy's cheek, turning his face to look at hers before letting it drop. "Hey. You saved my life today. You may be a total ass half the time but...I need you." Clarke paused for a moment as Bellamy shifted his gaze to meet hers. "We all need you. None of us would have survived this place if it wasn't for you." Bellamy turns away from Clarke, not letting her words sink in. "You want forgiveness, fine, I'll give it to you. You're forgiven okay? Okay?" Clarke shifted herself closer to him as she placed her palm on his cheek, turning his face again to hers. "We'll face all this together. I'm here for you." She let a small smile appear on her lips as their gazes stayed on each other.

"Like you faced your mom?" Bellamy spoke quietly, causing Clarke to pull her hand away from his cheek. She could see what he was implying. "You're right. I don't want to face my mom. I don't want to face any of it." She too felt like crying, her eyes never moving too far from Bellamy's face. She took a deep breath in before speaking again. "All I think about everyday is how we're gonna keep everyone alive but we don't have a choice. We can survive anything as long as we're here for each other. We'll figure something out."

Bellamy let an exhausted sigh escape his lips before speaking. "Can we figure it out later?" he asked, his head resting against the tree trunk, his eyes on Clarke again.

Clarke kept her gaze on Bellamy for a few seconds as her heart began to thump against her chest. "Much later." she whispered as her eyes shifted to look at Bellamy's slightly parted lips. Without thinking, she moved herself closer to him, their faces a matter of a few inches away from the other. Closer and closer and Bellamy wasn't moving away, he was actually mirroring Clarke and closing the distance. Clarke's heart did one last little flip before the space between them had closed as she felt Bellamy's soft, cool lips against her own. The kiss was gentle at first, just soft movements as they let what was happening sink in as Bellamy placed his hand on Clarke's cheek. Neither wanted to ask the other if they should be doing this because, honestly, neither wanted it to stop. The kiss gradually became more heated as Bellamy wrapped his other arm around Clarke, pulling her over to him. She complied happily and shifted herself to straddle him, before his arms wrapped around her body and he started to stand up. Clarke wrapped her legs around his body as he walked to a more comfortable place to lay down.

There was a patch of grass about a meters away where Bellamy placed Clarke down, both now standing as their hands teased each other's clothes off before pulling them off with an urgent want. The moon was showering down on them as it rose higher into the sky.

Once all their clothes were gone, leaving their bodies naked and pressed to one another as they lay on Bellamy's shirt, he shifted her legs apart before sliding himself into her. A soft moan escaped both of their lips.

...

No. It wasn't immature, she hadn't used Bellamy. She really did like him then and even more now. She just wished it had been that night that she had conceived her baby and not the other. With Finn. If she had to be pregnant, she would have liked the father to have been Bellamy; she'd seen how much he loves and looks after Octavia, even when they fall out. It was unrequited. "My life is a mess." Clarke muttered to herself as she continued to tidy the graves, moving from one to the other with ease.

"You don't say?" A voice sounded behind her, causing her to jump and nearly fall on top of one of the graves. She turned to look at Bellamy. What was he doing here? Wouldn't he be angry with her, something like that for all this. She would have if she was in his position.

"Have you come here to shout at me because, I've already had my fair amount for today, thank you." She wasn't sure whether to smile or not, as a mixture of emotions swirled inside her but seeing Bellamy's face not looking angry, she let a small smile appear on her lips. He seemed to always make her smile.

Bellamy actually laughed at her comment, however small. "No. I...urmm...I'm not sure how to say this but, I'm here for you if you ever needed someone to help you. Though I might beg you to stop coming to me sometime in the future."

Clarke just looked up at him with tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't help it, it was probably to do with her hormones. "Do you mean that?" she asked though she wasn't really listening to what his reply was as she quickly got to her feet and ran as fast as she could towards him before wrapping her arms tightly around him. "Please don't let this be some sick joke for everything." She let a laugh escape from her lips, though she was worrying he was only being nice to her right now for something as simple as a joke. However, at hearing Bellamy say that wasn't the case and feeling his steady heart against her body, she knew he meant it.

"Please don't cry on me Princess." Bellamy commented but she couldn't help it as a few tears rolled down her cheek. She pulled away from him and took hold of his hands but a sudden wince escaped Bellamy's lips. The cause of that sound from him became apparent when she pulled one of her hands back and saw dots of blood on it. The blood was from Bellamy, it was smeared all over his hand.

"Bellamy! What happened?" Clarke tried to take hold of his hand again but he simply pulled away.

"Oh, it's nothing, just an accident. Don't worry about it." Bellamy lied effortlessly but Clarke could tell.

"Please don't say you punched someone? Please don't." Clarke knew that if Bellamy had punched someone, who that someone would be but she really hoped that it wasn't true. People in camp would end up talking even more than they will no doubt be doing already and neither Clarke nor Bellamy needed it.

A simple grin spread across Bellamy's face as Clarke let the realization sink in to what he had done. He had done it. He had punched Finn.


I'm finding I'm getting to know each character a little more as I'm writing (both fan fiction and tv) and so, I feel a bit gutted (or something a little less dramatic) that I've written certain characters a certain way up to this point. However, I'm planning on trying to rectify this as best I can in all future chapters because I don't feel up to re-writing this story again, I'm sorry to say. For anyone who has enjoyed my story so far (I thank you kind sir/miss), well you'll be happy I'm not re-writing! (:
You may not have realised (but we're all dedicated fans of the show, so you probably have), I've 'borrowed' some (aka. a lot) of the dialog (and scenes) from a certain episode because, well I love the 'Bellarke' scenes in it and I thought it was simply perfect just how it all was, with none of my own words to spoil it. They're my new 'ship' and I love how their relationship has matured, it doesn't feel forced in my eyes. It's lovely. (:
Last thing of all, I really appreciate all the reviews because I then know that there ARE people reading this (and having thoughts about it too). Thank you and keep all your reviews/favorites/follows coming!