The next morning Clarke stirred, happy to find all of her stuff still next to her, not that she thought anybody had survived to bother her, but she had learned not to underestimate anybody on the ground. She yawned and stretched. One thing about the island she would miss was the big comfortable bed. She sat up and arched her back. She needed to get some place where there was a bed. She hadn't slept on the ground much in the last three years, and now she remembered why, the ground hurt. The sun shone down on her. She shed the radiation suit, it was going to be too hot to wear it and she definitely wasn't going to carry it. Another trip down to the stream filled two canteens. She boiled that water, then packed everything up and walked through the soot and ash toward Arkadia. Tonight, with any luck at all, she would be sleeping on something more comfortable than the ground. Hopefully she would also be able to refill her dwindling supplies.

Bellamy woke up and ran his hands and grabbed his neck with his hands, squeezing it gently. He had a perfectly good bed. Correction, they had perfectly good beds, he grinned down at Raven, whose head rested on his lap, but neither of them wanted to leave the window. For once, it represented something besides death, and for just a little while, they wanted to savor it. Raven groaned "I haven't slept on a metal floor in so long" she said groggily sitting up "thanks for being my pillow" she grinned at him. He laughed "anytime" he rolled his eyes.

He stood up and held out his hand to her. She grabbed it and allowed him to pull her up. They stood in the window "does it look a little clearer to you?" he asked her "I mean you are the head, right you should know." She shook her head "yeah, I think it does" she spoke softly "now come on", she took his hand in hers and tugged him "I'm starving." Bellamy grinned and followed her to the dining hall. "Did you two sleep well?"

Echo asked arching her eyebrows. He looked at her "like a baby for the first time in a very long time" he said. They barely spoke, and with their history, they would probably never be as good of friends as he and Raven were, but she was happy that he was happy, and it was because of Clarke. The two of them had a connection on a very deep level. She didn't know if that connection was a romantic kind of love or something else, but whatever it was, it was clear to her that nothing and nobody would come between them, not even praimfaya.

Monty and Harper walked in "do you think Clarke will try to radio us again today?" she asked. Bellamy shrugged "my guess is she would've camped overnight after crossing the river and set out at first light. It's a six hour journey by rover from the river to Arkadia, so it would be at least an eight hour walk. She could be there by nightfall, but more likely, she'll stop in the middle and camp out overnight again, and get there in the morning. Raven snorted "wrong, she'll walk until she drops if it means getting there by nightfall" she countered. "that sounds more like Clarke" Monty agreed "and with no one there to talk her out of it…" Bellamy sighed, Monty was probably right, Clarke could be stubborn to the point of no return. She really needed someone to make sure she didn't do something dumb. Too bad he couldn't return to earth to help her.

Clarke looked around, she had the distinct feeling that she was being watched, but she couldn't see anyone. There were no trees for anybody to be hiding in, and the ash and soot was not deep enough to hide anyone. Shrugging Clarke walked on, he spear clutched in her hand. If anybody came at her, they would definitely regret it. She'd walked what felt like hours, but the sun had barely changed position, so she knew he hadn't been walking that far or that long. The landscape, despite being treeless was beginning to become more familiar. She knew there was an underground bunker between here and the ark. She hoped the ash and soot hadn't buried it so badly that she could not find it. If she could find it tonight, that would be her camp for the night.

The sun shone directly over her head which meant it was about time to stop for a bite to eat. At this rate, she would burn through her remaining MREs quickly, too quickly. She needed to find that bunker soon and hope that someone had stashed some usable food in there. She stopped long enough to eat and sip some water, then resumed walking again. Holding the bottom of her spear, just below the arrow and used the rounded edge of the weapon to tap the ground below listening for any hollow sounds. She walked for hours, the sun started to set. She knew she should find a place to camp, but she desperately wanted to get to Arkadia before nightfall. She wasn't sure she could sleep one more night on the ground. "don't be a fool Clarke" Bellamy's voice rang in her head. She sighed She really did need to rest, besides her feet and back hurt something awful. Sleeping on the forest floor wouldn't help that much, but sleeping would help her. So, despite her wishes to get to Arkadia by nightfall, she once again laid out her tent and fell asleep the second she was on her back.

Bellamy fell asleep in the lab this time, hoping that Clarke would try to contact them again, but the radio was silent all night. If he knew her as well as he thought he did, it would be days before she tried to contact them again. "Go to bed" Raven walked into the lab, hands on her hips. "I will if you will" he retorted. Murphy walked in behind them "both of you go to bed" he ordered "Emori and I will stay here. If Clarke contacts us, we'll let you know." Bellamy snorted "well I guess he told us" he said. Raven grinned "I guess so" she agreed. "Come on" she tugged him to his feet "lets get some sleep, in a bed for a change" she said leading him out the door. Bellamy followed without protest.

"do you think they're together?" Emori asked him. Murphy snorted "sometime in the next four years, there might be benefits to their friendship, but Bellamy is in love with Clarke, has been for years. He just cant bring himself to admit it" he said. "Does she love him, too?" she asked. "yeah, but neither of them can bring themselves to admit it, so they have flings with other people" he answered. "Did you do that?" she asked him. He smiled at her and drew her close "I fueled my frustration by being angry and uncontrollable" he said "I didn't believe in love. I grew up here" he said. "Until me" she grinned wrapping her arms around him. "Until you" he agreed kissing her softly.

"Get a room" Echo walked in the lab. Everywhere she went on the ship somebody was kissing or hugging someone else. She was grateful to Bellamy for keeping her from killing herself, but being the odd one out of the three couples was just odd. Not that she thought Raven and Bellamy were together, but they were definitely attached at the hip. "any word from Clarke?" she asked. "not so far" Emori answered. "Do you think she'll survive four more years?" she asked. Echo snorted "well, she survived praimfaya.

"Murphy grinned "don't take her princess attitude and crying spells into account; Underneath all that is the heart and will of a warrior." His words sounded mean, but his tone was something entirely different. He and Clarke Griffin spent a lot of time on the opposite sides of most issues, but he never doubted her loyalty to her people or her ability to survive whatever life threw at her. "She'll survive, she always does." Echo nodded in agreement "Roan always said she was never someone you wanted to underestimate, I guess he was right, seeing as she outlived him" she said. Even though he had banished her, causing her to be the standout that she currently was, she was still fiercely loyal to him. Like Clarke, he was loyal to his people, even if it meant dying to let them live; At the same time, he was a strong warrior, who did what it took to preserve his own life.

Clarke woke up the next morning, still feeling as though she was being watched, but there were no footprints or tracks and still no trees for anyone to hide in. If anyone had survive, they had to be nightblood also and very adept at keeping a low profile. A part of her hoped someone had survived. She also hoped they were as friendly and desperate as she was to not be alone any longer. Like yesterday, she packed up her belongings and started down the trail, rapping the rounded edge of her spear on the ground, hoping to find the bunker she knew to be near her. The faintest of echoes came a little ways into her walk. She stopped in her tracks and rapped the spear again cocking her head. T

here it was again. She slung the spear around her shoulder and stooped down to start clearing the soot and ash. Suddenly she stopped, she began to notice a pattern. The soot and ash had been cleared before, but was carefully reset to conceal the bunker. Someone else had survived praimfaya, someone with nightblood since they were out walking around like she was. Clarke stood up "Hello" she called out in English "I know someone is here, I'm not going to hurt you, please come out." Clarke turned her head to look in all directions. There was no movement, no sounds. Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Instantly aware she turned around and looked into the very blue eyes of a certain king.