Please don't kill me! It's been long since I've updated but I've had exams and I had to bring my grades up and I just never had time to write. Anyways! I was thinking about it and since I don't have a lot of time to go over my storied to check for spelling errors and someone recommended a 'Beta reader' then I would ask for one. So ya know, I'm asking for a BETA READER! So review and…yea, enjoy!

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Clarke loaded her gun and checked her backpack. They were going to the tower today and to go find Finn and Murphy. Her hands were shaking slightly as she put in the ammo. A larger hand covered hers and took the ammo away from her.

"Thanks Bell…" He didn't say anything to her just loaded her gun. She was nervous…really nervous actually. She usually wasn't this nervous but she was worried about Finn. No one had seen him in some time and they didn't even know if he was alive or not. And the whole tower thing? What if it didn't work? What if something went wrong and the mountain people found them or the reapers even? What if- Her thoughts gave out when her lips were caressed in warmth.

"Calm down princess." Bellamy mumbled into her lips. He pulled away and pecked her nose lightly, trying to calm her down. He knew what was going through her mind, how troubled she felt. He was nervous himself but nowhere near as bad as her. It's not like he was scared or anything but Clarke's safety would be in his hands while she was with him and he was nervous.

What if he couldn't protect her and something like last time happens again? He didn't think he could go through seeing her crucified to a tree another time; it would kill him inside. Bellamy saw Raven making her way over to them, limping as she went with some sort of device in her hand.

She put her hand on Clarke's shoulder and squeezed as she put the device in Clarke's line of sight.

"Do you know what this is Clarke?" She asked smugly. Clarke gave her a small smile of her own and shook her head, her hand still working on packing her bag unconsciously.

"This beautiful thing is going to show us the towers frequency and ultimately jam it and blow it sky high." Raven said giddy. She must have been working on it all night from the slight darkening under her eyes and the way that the lids of her eyes drooped only slightly. He wasn't the only one who noticed, Clarke had already looked her over but wouldn't say anything until it got to bad, he knew Raven would sleep on the way there and gain her strength back anyways.

"Alright people! We will be heading out in only a few minutes so I suggest you get your shit together and be ready to head out, if you're not at the gate by the time we leave oh fucking well!" Yelled Major Byrne yelled. She was obviously not in a good mood if the reddening of her face as a kid asked her something was any indication.

Raven leaned over to Clarke, nudging her side playfully. "Seems like somebody's got a stick up their ass." She mumbled to Clarke. Clarke just smiled and shook her head at Raven before stepping back and swinging her loaded backpack onto her shoulder and putting her knife and gun into her pants.

Bellamy was already set to go, all of his equipment already checked and stuff already packed and in the right places. Now all they had to do was wait until everyone else was ready to go. They still needed to discuss when the best time for them to disband from the group would be so it would be less likely for people to be sent to look for them. Clarke came over to him to stand by his side, her eyes scanning the crowd.

"Do you think we should stop by to talk to Anya? She may be able to help us." Clarke whispered to Bellamy. Yes it was true, Anya would be able to help them but they didn't really have a reason for her help. She still hadn't sent them a message concerning Lincoln or the treaty so they were kinda at a loss on where they stood with her.

"We'll contact her later, we don't really need her services to go scout out Finn and Murphy, I'm sure they're somewhere in the woods." Bellamy said. But his words never really backed up what he felt. Finn and Murphy could be held hostage right now or dead for all he knew. He hadn't really had much contact with him since the mountain men so he had no idea where he went.

"Alright, we're movin out!" Major Byrne screeched. All the chatter around them stopped as they made their way through the gate. A hand clasped onto Bellamy's arm and he thought it might have been Clarke but a mop of black hair gave away the identity.

"What are you doing O?" Octavia looked up at him and scrunched up her nose slightly.

"I'll have a better chance at finding Lincoln this way Bells, I can't just give up on finding him just because Anya is looking for him now." When had his little sister grew up? It felt like just the other day she could fit into a small hole in the floor and asked for her doll to sleep with. Now she was the hunting, guy magnet, ass kicking girl who was more of a woman now then Major Byrne.

He knew there was no point in arguing with her; she wouldn't pass up this chance for the world. He also noticed Jasper in front of him talking to some other kid when Octavia ran up to him. Clarke had told him about that girl Jasper met with the mountain men. He obviously liked the girl, that's why he was doing it but Bellamy didn't think they would really encounter any mountain men this time around. They would be in and out of there quickly, not enough time to go looking for some girl in a dam.

When they finally had the opportunity to slip away it was dark and the crowd looked like they were going to pass out from exhaustion. They had no leads as to where Finn or Murphy could have disappeared too; all they could do was look. They knew he was looking for Clarke so he would probably be looking around villages, trying to see is any of the grounders had her.

Bellamy didn't know if he should take Octavia or not though, but he really didn't have a choice when she was waiting outside his tent, hands on her hips and a smug face. She was coming even if he didn't want her to. Jasper was staying though. He wouldn't find his girlfriend going with them so there was no need to take him. They snuck out of the makeshift camp quite easily. Everyone was such in a deep sleep you could have shot off a bullet and they wouldn't have moved a muscle.

So they looked until dawn. They still hadn't found anything worthy of even speaking of. But then they were blessed with something. They found Finns knife. It could either be bad or good, considering now he didn't have anything to defend himself with unless he had a gun with him, but the good thing was that he was near here...maybe. So you can guess their surprise when the three of them heard gunshots.

They knew it wasn't anyone from the ark, trained that is. The shots were too frantic and they just kept going and going. A trained guard would conserve his bullets, not waste them. So they started running.

Clarke's heart was beating faster as she ran. This must be Finn and Murphy, it had to be. The more they ran the more the ear silencing noise got louder. They stumbled upon a village…or what used to be one. It was a fucking massacre. Clarke's heart stopped, her legs not daring to move from where she was as she took in the sight.

There were people lying on the ground dead. Mothers, children, men, and elders. And then she saw him, Finn. He just…he just kept on shooting. Her mouth was open in shock as a startled gasp gripped her chest. This wasn't right, this wasn't human, this was sick. Her stomach churned with nausea as she looked at the sight and inhaled the smell of blood. Her face was pale as she took her feet and moved them closer.

Octavia was already ahead of her, bending down to one of the kids who jumped the pin fence and risked his life to do what he thought would help his people. Octavia's fingers were pressed to his neck as she looked to the older man and shook her head. It seemed like they new each other as she spoke to him in their native tongue, Lincoln must have taught her some.

Finn was just standing there. He was still holding the gun in shock, it looked like he hand no idea what happened. But he had too; it was his hands that fired that gun. Bellamy strode over to him and ripped the gun from his hands harshly. Bellamy couldn't even look at him right now, so he went to go talk to Murphy.

Clarke took slow paced steps towards Finn who was now looking right at her. He had the gall to smile. After he killed innocent people he smiled!

"I found you." He whispered out as he went to Clarke. But she stepped back, causing hurt and confusing to flash across his face. Clarke didn't know what to think as she looked upon Finn. He looked different. This wasn't the Finn that would wan to make a peace treaty with a rabid squirrel if it meant that people would be safe. He was caring and thought of others before himself always. But this…oh God, she didn't even know what this was.

And what did he mean 'I found you.' Wasn't it her who appeared out of the woods looking for him? He's the one that went rouge, not her. Bellamy was glancing at her concerning as she just stared at Finn. It didn't seem like Finn had much to say to her, even he knew the situation right now was worse than bad. She would hate to think how the grounders would respond to this, her friendship with Anya would probably be torn away from her and hopes of peace would be cast out the window.

All because he was looking…for her.

"Finn…what…what did you do?" Clarke whispered to him harshly. He winced as her words came from her mouth. But he didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what he did how was he supposed to tell her?

"I..I don't know." He answered truthfully. He just needed time to think. He was almost in shock and didn't really understand what was going on, nothing made since to him right now. Octavia passed him, shooting him a dirty look as she went over to Clarke.

"The villagers aren't happy Clarke, they have enough reason to declare war and kill us all where we stand. I don't think there's any getting out of this one. He said he would consult the village and if he and the leader deemed necessary, they would attack us." Octavia said as she looked around at the wounded villagers. She didn't know what to do to get them selves out of this one. She just hoped her brother and Clarke had some kind of plan up their sleeve.

Bellamy walked up behind Finn and grabbed him by the arm before moving him forward with him as he walked.

"We're leaving." Was all he said. Clarke was glad they were leaving, she did feel guilty for leaving all of these people hurt and injured but she couldn't stand the stares. They reminded her of when she was being held captive and they would take her to the center of the village and beat her with everyone watching. She didn't like it when people watched her, especially when it was with so much hate and sadness that was in these stares.

Clarke sighed as she followed Bellamy back into the woods, Octavia and Murphy trailing behind. No one spoke as they walked. Clarke didn't really know how to act right now. Finn was a murder; he killed innocent people for no reason. And now all she wanted to do was go to her and Bellamy's tent and just sit there and think. No doubt her mother would be chewing her ass off when they got back with the group and she wasn't exactly thrilled with that.

God, she was just so confused right now it hurt. She needed a break.

When they made camp she avoided speaking to Finn. She wasn't ready to talk to him quite yet, she was still going over what happened in her mind, still trying to figure out if it actually happened or not. Bellamy stood up from beside the fire and lifted her up from the log before sitting behind her, setting her down on his lap. His arms circled her waist as he leaned his head on her shoulder, gazing into the burning embers. He knew she was stressed, probably more than him right now.

What he would give to take all that weight off her shoulders. Give her a happy life without anything fucking up in it. No nuclear war, no killing, no pain, just love. Just him and her, where they didn't have to worry and keep one eye open when they slept at night.

Although, he knew if none of this ever happened he would have never talked to Clarke. He would have always thought she was the privileged ark princess who didn't have a care in the world. He almost laughed at the thought of Clarke fussing over a broken nail on the ark.

He knew that she wasn't like that. She was the opposite actually. She didn't take shit from anyone; she was a very beautiful, independent woman with a thick skull. She was stubborn, damn was she stubborn, and she was confident. She was everything everyone wanted to be. But she was also vulnerable, she had emotions, she was sweet and caring, if you pulled her heartstrings she wouldn't leave you alone until she knew you were ok, and she was bossy in some aspects.

She had faults, but that only made her human. Everything that she was bad at and was brilliant at made up Clarke, the Clarke that he loved and would protect till his last day on earth.

Clarke relaxed into his form, sitting there staring at the fire. She wasn't thinking of anything right now, she didn't want to think of anything.

"Clarke..?" Bellamy mumbled into her shoulder. She made no indication she heard him except a small grunt.

"I love you Clarke, you know that right?" He asked her. She didn't answer for sometime as they sat in silence.

"Yea…I know." She mumbled.

"I don't say it hardly enough, hell, I could count on one hand how many times I've told you that…probably not even on one hand, maybe just on two fingers." Bellamy wasn't good with...lovey dovey stuff, Clarke knew that. She didn't think Bellamy was the type to say 'I love you' every second of the day, especially with the situations that they're in now.

But that was ok to Clarke; she didn't need him to tell her he loved her when it was plainly obvious he did. He expressed his love by action, by the subtle touches he would give her when they crossed paths, the kisses they shared when alone, the way he twirled her hair between his fingers unconsciously or brushed her hair when she asked him. Clarke didn't need words from him to tell her he loved her.

"I know, and that's ok Bell, you don't have to tell me, I already know." She said to him lightly. Octavia, Murphy, and Finn were already asleep, cozied up by the fire while the two of them talked.

"Where are they Raven?" Abby questioned. Raven sat in front of her by the fire as she paced. Now usually, Raven would have known where they were, but not this time, this time she had no clue where they ran off to. Abby was frustrated, she thought they were off to a good start, she knew she shouldn't of let them come along!

"Abby, calm down. I'm sure they're fine. I mean, this is the same Clarke, Bellamy, and Octavia we're talking about right?" Raven said slightly smiling up towards Abby. Abby scoffed at her and went for her bag on the ground beside her.

"Abby wait! We can't go after them, not right now at least. We're almost to the tower and knowing them they'll meet us there." Raven tried to convince Abby. But this woman was stubborn, now she knows where Clarke got it from. Raven already knew they knew where they were headed, she made sure to go over the map with Clarke multiple times of the forest so she knew they wouldn't get lost.

"Look Abby, I know you're worried about Clarke but she will meet us there. I made sure she knew where we were going, she'll find us." By now Raven had already got up and limped over to Abby, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving her a slight smiled.

Abby looked hesitant at first. Her bag was already on her shoulder ready to go. Every mothering instinct in her body was telling her to go out there and find Clarke, to make sure she was safe. But she knew, she knew that if Clarke survived months down here before they got here then she should be ok. Clarke knew these woods a whole lot better then she did, not to mention she had Bellamy with her, and even though she had her own opinions about the kid, he did love her daughter.

Abby sighed and dropped her bag back on the ground. Raven smiled in accomplishment.

"Alright…we leave after we eat and go straight to the tower, then if Clarke and the other haven't met back up with us yet we go look for them." Abby said.

Clarke was out of breath. No, that was an understatement by far; at the moment she couldn't breath. It felt like her lungs were on fire and her mouth tasted like it was bleeding from not breathing through her nose like she should. They have probably been running for an hour now, non-stop might she add.

It wasn't grounders or reapers, but acid fog that was chasing them, and this time it just wouldn't go away. It was following them; like it had its own mind or someone was controlling it. They were sleeping by the fire this morning and it touched her hand, giving her one rude awakening.

She didn't even have anything to wrap the blistered and peeling skin, not like she would have had time to do that anyways. So every time she passed a bush or something that was sticking its way into her path, would brush up against her hand causing a sharp sting to travel up her arm. She would probably end up getting an infection, maybe a fever from the infection, or something of that sort.

They had never seen a burn mark form the acid fog from someone who lived through it, so she had no idea what to expect out of it. She most certainly didn't want to cut off her hand or loose the use of it but she didn't know what to expect, so she would have to be ready for anything.

Bellamy was running beside her, pushing her along, trying to have her keep up with the rest of them. Octavia, Finn, and Murphy were pretty far ahead considering they didn't have anything hindering. They didn't even look out of breath from her point of view. But her? She was dehydrated, her side was hurting her in sharp pains whenever she took a breath, her hair was getting in her face causing her feet to hit numerous things on the ground, her hand, was killing her, and she was sweating more than she should be.

Probably that fever she talked about, sneaking up on her. And poor Bell, he's been beside her the entire way, pushing and prodding her to go forward and to not stop. She didn't want to die but she didn't want him to either.

"Come on Clarke, keep running." Bellamy said breathlessly beside her. He was out of breath but not as bad as her, she was surprised she made it this far and she would give the points of her making it this far to the man beside her.

The sounds of the forest around her seemed to get louder as she stumbled forward. The wind was suddenly chilly as it embraced her bare arms. She wished she could throw her jacket on but it was wrapped around her waist and no doubt it would hurt her hand a lot. The smell of pine as intoxicating, it reminded her of Bellamy. The leaves being hurled every which way form the trees by the wind, making it sound like it was raining.

"B-bells, I don't…I don't think…" Black spots where invading her eye sight now and the roots and twigs of the trees around her seemed to grow in size, snatching her feet every time she stepped forward. She wasn't going to make it, she couldn't unless a miracle presented itself to her.

"Bells! We found a door!" Octavia yelled form up ahead of her. Clarke lifted her head from the ground. Clarke's eyebrow shot up accompanied with a small smiled of relief on her face. Damn, the writer must love her.

"Come on princess, almost there." Bellamy urged. Grabbing onto her elbow he might as well of dragged her the rest of the way, her feet just couldn't have kept up with him. Octavia was having troubles with the door, of course. There were vines and moss covering the frame, making it slippery and blend into the small hill it was buried into the side of.

There was rust covering it from top to bottom giving it a copper color, Clarke didn't know if it would just fall over or be melded to the frame around it. Bellamy's hand left her elbow as they slowed to a stop in front of the old door. He slung his gun to hang behind him and raised his leg, kicking at the door handle. It moved only an inch downward. He lifted his leg to kick again, hitting the door handle exactly causing it to twirl all the way around.

Bellamy gripped the handle and pushed into the door. Sure the door handle was taken care of but the door was still shut. The fog was right behind them now. Animals that ran with them were scurrying around them, trying to find a hiding spot from the fog. Metal screeched behind Clarke causing her to turn back to the door that was wide open now and full of nothing but blackness.

A hand frantically popped out of the blackness gripping her arm and pulled her through the door. The light faded from her vision as it was closed off .

Deep, ragged breaths around her were the only sounds in the dark room. She could feel two warm, large hands holding her in place from her arms, keeping her from falling, which she might just do. She didn't know if the black spots that were in her eyes before were still there as she huffed for breath since everything around her was already dark. She may have already passed out.

One hand moved back down to her lower back to gently push her up into a straight, standing position since she was leaning onto someone's chest from the force of the pull.

"You ok there princess?" Bellamy whispered into her ear. She gulped and nodded but said yes after she remembered he wouldn't see her nod. His hands traveled back up to her shoulders and massaged them slightly, trying to get her to relax. She was still huffing and puffing and was trying to get her breathing and heart rate down from the run and her hand.

He let go of her slowly, to make sure she didn't fall and went over to who she believe was Octavia.

"Bells? That you big bro?" Octavia asked when she felt someone lightly bump into her arm.

"Yea, I need your backpack for the flashlights." Clarke heard sounds of a bag being shuffled around then being unzipped. He shuffled through the bag before he found one. Suddenly they were all illuminated in light coming from the flashlight.

The first one he gave to Octavia who held it over her handgun. She looked nervous but tried not to show it, trying to keep her face full of confidence. Then he handed the next one to Murphy.

"You and spacewalker share, there isn't enough for each person to have their own." He said as he took out the last one, clicking it on.

"Me and Clarke will share one, here." Finn said, motioning with his hand for Bellamy to hand the flashlight to him. Clarke's heart sped up. She wasn't ready to talk to him, much less share a flashlight with him. She still had stuff to go over in her head.

Bellamy looked at him for a moment before standing to his full height, sitting the bag down beside him. He walked over to Finn and from the light around them and how it reflected into them, it looked like he towered over Finn. But Finn being Finn was stubborn, and didn't back down from the intimidating challenge.

"Listen spacewalker, with the show you put on just yesterday at that village, I'm not so sure I would trust you with a blade of grass. So you share with Murphy or you go without." Bellamy stated. His voice held no room for an argument. Finn looked up at Bellamy for another moment before stepping back and walking around him to Murphy, slightly bumping his shoulder with Bellamy's arm.

Bellamy scoffed after him and handed Clarke the flashlight.

"You man the flashlight and I'll man the gun, think you can handle that Princess?" He said, a smile finally coming back onto his face. Clarke smirked and took the flashlight with her good hand and held it up in front of her.

Tada! I'm actually happy with this chapter, I really am….anyways, Review and stay with me for the next chapter! I promise it wont take as long as this one did!