Hehe sorry about the late update, I've been really busy recently and haven't found the time to sit down and write. But anyways, thank you very much for the reviews; it always makes me happy to know people enjoy my story. So here's chapter 9, kinda short but I'm setting everything up, getting things in line. I think some people are getting a little giddy about there not being a lo of Bellarke but trust me….it's coming. I didn't want it to be 'oh hey I just met you and I love you' thing. I want them to get to know each other. I'll stop my typing now.

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She ran to where she figured her tribe would be positioned and regrouping. As she ran the twigs and limbs teased her skin, making it seem as if a spider was crawling on her. Her heart was already pounding from the sinking feeling in her gut. It felt like an aching, almost burning sensation, one she didn't find pleasant.

It caused her to loose focus as she ran, making her stumble here and there on roots. She was thinking of Bellamy, her father, Anya, pretty much every fucking person who was involved in this war was on her mind. She couldn't help but think everything and everyone was against her at the moment, almost like she was destined to be unhappy.

"Stop!" Clarke's feet immediately stopped moving and a small wave of panic fled through her.

"Princess? The king is worried sick about you!" The frantic voice came through the air followed by footsteps breaking the twigs on the ground. Her eyes searched the bright forest and spotted her fathers' old friend and second in command Brydin.

"Brydin! Please, you have to take me to father, I have something of importance to share with him." She pleaded. Brydin nodded frantically before grabbing her wrist and pulling her the way to her father.

"Yes of course, this way."

Bellamy's P.O.V

"Bellamy, what if they have Monty?" Jasper asked. His best friend had disappeared when he went out to pick herbs a couple days ago and it was really starting to worry the poor kid.

Bellamy listened as he checked over his gun once more. There had been a pause in the fighting and Bellamy was sure it meant they were regrouping so they could hit them full force.

"I don't know Jasper. I would send out a search for him but as you can see we're in a tight spot. I'm sure he's fine though, he's a smart kid." Bellamy spoke to the teen, trying to put his worries at ease.

"Well…what about Clarke? Do you think she's okay?" Jasper asked. Bellamy squeezed his eyes shut and curled his lips inward. He had just gotten the blonde haired grounder out of his head and then Jasper brings her up again.

"Look Jasper, she's fine. She's the fucking grounder princess for Gods sake. They wouldn't hurt their own princess." Bellamy stated as he pulled the strap of the gun over his head letting the seat belt like fabric dig into his shoulder and neck.

"That's not what I meant. I mean like…what if one of our guys shot her on accident? Since she's not in the camp then that means she is out there."

'Damn…isn't Jasper gloomy.' Bellamy thought. He bristled at the thought of Clarke getting shot and possibly dying. His chest didn't just thumb at the thought; it ached, to the point that it flowed throughout his whole being. Truthfully he never even thought of the possibility that she could be shot by one of them in mistake for a grounder.

'Damn it! I should have made her stay in the camp where she was safe! She probably wouldn't have stayed though…she's as stubborn as me when she wants something.'

He could feel eyes boring into the back of his head now so he turned around to face Jasper. He was still looking expectantly at Bellamy for an answer to his question. The leader sighed and raked a hand through his hair.

"I don't know Jasper, I'm sure she's fine too ok? Now reload your gun and get into the foxhole by the gate, they need another person in there with them. And be ready Jasper, there is no second chances with this." Bellamy explained. Jasper looked with determination to Bellamy and nodded before grabbing his gun off the table and marching out of the tent, his head held high.

Once Jasper had cleared the tent Bellamy let out a well deserved sigh and ran a calloused hand down his face. He was tired. He was so fucking tired. He just wanted to sit down, take a breather, and think for a moment. If he could just find the time to think, he was sure he could clear everything up and get them out of the bad position they were in.

But he couldn't take a break. He had a whole camp out there waiting for his orders and direction so they could win this war and move on. He didn't think when he took charge of this place that he would be leading his camp through a war. If he had known that he would have gave the position to someone else.

"Bellamy! You better get out there. The grounders are on the march and everyone's freaking out." Finn's head popped through the opening of the tent. His face was flushed and shined with sweat. Bellamy raised an eyebrow at his condition.

"Where have you been Spacewalker?" Finn looked down and dug into his front pocket, pulling out a vile of green liquid.

Bellamy narrowed his eyes at the substance.

"What the hells that?" Bellamy asked.

"It's supposed to be a type of medicine to help Raven with her legs and back. Clarke told me about it. She tol- Wait, enough about the damn vile Bellamy! Your guys need you out there. They all look doe eyed and confused without you so I'd get goin." Finn smirked before running off. Probably to give Raven the medicine for her back.

Bellamy felt a smile come across his face. So Clarke, as far as he knew, was alive and safe. He felt an imaginary weight lift off of his chest, giving him a sudden, renewed feeling of confidence. He straightened up and pulled away the side of the tent flap. He could do this.

Clarkes P.O.V.

Clarke's eyes lit up when they spotted her father decked out in battle armor.

"Father!"

His head swiveled to her, recognizing her voice instantly. His eyes too went wide with what she could only hope was relief as she took off to him. The conversation he had been having with four other men was forgotten as he reached her grasp. They had never openly hugged with such emotion in public before. To them it wasn't proper or respectful, so you can imagine Clarke's surprise when he lifted her feet from the soil beneath and spun her.

"Clarke! W-Where have you been? I sent scouts and everything out to look for you overnight but they turned up with nothing. Where had you disappeared to?" He expressed softly to her.

She could hear his emotions in his voice, almost bringing her to tears. Clarke herself didn't even realize how much she had missed her father until this point.

"I was at my safe place thinking. Dad I'm sorry I left, I know it wasn't just me hurting over Anya, I know everyone else was hurting too and then I left you when you needed me, father I'm sorry!" She rushed out.

Her face was now buried into her fathers rough, cold armor on his chest. She felt his hand come up to her head, stroking it, trying to soothe her.

"It's okay Clarke, we're okay, and I'm okay. There's no reason for you to be apologizing to me over this." His worn down, crackly voice soothed to her.

"S-Sir?" A very nervous voice called out from beside them. She felt her dad let out a deep breath through his nose as he disconnected his arms from her to address the man.

"Yes Coullen?" His voice was devoid of the emotions he just showed her. They were now replaced with a king who was ready for anything.

"The men are now in position and ready sir." Coullen's voice was much more calm and serious this time but just by looking at the poor man, you could see his eyes moving frantically, trying to look everywhere but the king.

Dilios nodded and playfully patted her upper arm in a 'I'm going now' gesture. Her mind seemed to bing with memories, reminding her why she had even come to talk to her father in the first place.

"Wait Father," She paused. Suddenly she was sweating hard with her face heating up causing it to itch. "I-I came her for another reason, something urgent."

The King looked almost ready to let out a laugh as he looked down at her suddenly nervous form.

"Clarke dear, I'm almost ready to lead an army into a war, I'm sure whatever you have to share can wait until I'm done." He turned back to Coullen and the others when Clarke spoke out again, louder this time.

"I went to the Sky people's camp…a-after Anya's death. I'm the one who tried to lead them to the village on the ocean before the scouts came." That caught his attention. He stared at her shocked and unmoving. She took this silence as a sign to continue.

"I came here to negotiate their safety." Dilios's eyes continued to focus on her, still in shock before his brow creased.

"So…you are choosing the Sky people over your own tribe." It was more of a statement then a question to her.

Her eyes widened as her father's words hit her.

"No of course not! Don't you see? Neither of you will gain anything from this plan of yours. You will only bring death and destruction to both tribes!" She yelled, flailing her arms around her unconsciously, showing just how much passion she had about the subject.

The King's eyes narrowed at his daughter. Startled gasps rang throughout the people around them.

"I must say I am disappointed Clarke. You choose a bunch of aliens over your own; you raise your tone against me in front of an audience, in front of my own men. You have embarrassed not only me, or yourself, but the families name." This was his mask. He had to show to everyone who was boss meaning even if his family talked out of turn some form of punishment would be given. This was the King everyone knew. The man who takes his reputation seriously and put the people before the ones he loves. So much different from her eyes softened just enough to let her know that doing this was hurting him emotionally.

"Guards, restrain her and keep her here. Make sure she doesn't leave. I can't have her interfering with this."

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest.

"Wait-What-Dad! Please!" She begged him. She felt couples of hands grip her arms, holding her in place. Dilios closed his eyes sadly before turning away from her.

"Your sister understood the procedure of things and her limits, she didn't question them. She would have made an excellent queen…maybe you should learn from your sisters actions." His hand lifted beside him, giving the guards the signal to take her away. She was feeling hundreds of emotions as they led her to a dip in the side of rock in the hill. She was grieving inside about everything.

She was now a disappointment to her father, even to the point that he asked her to be more like her sister and now she failed Bellamy. She was supposed to stop the war…she was supposed to save them. They sat her down roughly on the ground and connected her to a ten-foot long chain that was latched onto a stake in the ground. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

Bellamy's P.O.V.

'Where the hell is Octavia?' Bellamy thought frantically. Now that he actually got to thinking about it, he hadn't seen her since the grounder army retreated back to regroup.

"Oh Shit…" He spoke aloud. She probably snuck out again! His hand went through his unruly hair in the form of a habit as he slowly started panicking. His radio on his belt suddenly burst to life as many voices came through the static all at once.

"I see them, I see them!"

"There behind the trees!"

"There's a whole mob of them heading towards the gate!" Now that one got his attention. His hand immediately went to the device and held it up to his mouth.

"Make sure they don't get through that gate! If they do we're already dead!" He radioed in. His hand slipped the radio back to its original place and ran to foxhole one beside the gate. Octavia would have to wait at the moment.

"Jasper, what going on?" Bellay asked as he slipped into the bunker like hole. Jasper jumped slightly at his voice with wild eyes. He swallowed and seemed to calm down when he realized it was Bellamy. Bellamy took note of his nervousness but decided to let Jasper take care of it himself.

"It's like they're everywhere at once Bellamy. Just like before, you only see flashes of them, like ghosts." Jasper said.

Bellamy's eyes scanned the area through his scope, trying to find these ghosts.

"There! By the tree!" A voice went through the radio suddenly followed by gunfire. It was like a domino affect. Multiple voices sounded through the radio as gunfire went off almost constantly. Jasper fumbled with his radio before speaking clearly through it.

"Don't fire! Wait until you have a clear shot of them!"

Bellamy reached over to Jaspers hand and snatched the radio from it before holding it up to his mouth.

"Jaspers right. Wait until you have a clear shot before shooting. We're low on ammo right now so we need to conserve as much as possible." He radioed before handing the radio back to Jasper.

"Nice thinking Jasper." Bellamy told him. Jasper smiled at the praise before looking through his scope again. A few seconds later his head raised back up before looking over to Bellamy confused.

"Did I just see Octavia?" Bellamy's eyes widened before looking through his own scope. Sure enough, there was Octavia, killing grounders left and right. If Bellamy weren't so worried he would have laughed. He raised himself up but was stopped by Jasper clutching his arm.

"You can't go out there, you'll get shot!"

"Does it look like I give a damn? That's my sister!" Jasper still didn't let go of his arm.

"Where's that brave Jasper who was in the tent all high and mighty? Look, you can do this, you're one of our best shooters, if not the best. You've already shown you can take control of the situation with what you just did. You'll be fine. Radio in Harper if you need any help."

Jasper let go of his sleeve, the fire back into his eyes and he got back into position.

"You go to Octavia and I'll cover you." Bellamy smirked at him and nodded, darting out of the foxhole and to Octavia. He was almost there before he was tackled to the ground by a grounder. They had a knife over his throat leaning down with their weight, trying to get gravity to do most of the work. Bellamy grunted as he held the knife in place, keeping it from plunging into his neck.

Then suddenly the weight let off and the grounder over him went motionless. He thought it might have been Jasper but as he pushed the grounder off of him he saw Octavia standing over him smiling. She waved the long knife, almost sword like, around tauntingly.

"Admit it, you want one." She teased before holding out her hand to her brother.

Clarkes P.O.V.

Clarke glared at the back of the two men guarding her, trying to think up a plan to get the hell out of here. Just when she was starting to doubt, a man riding a horse came up in front of them and called one of the guards to his horse in their native tongue.

Clarke didn't expect the man to take out a club and bash the guard in the head with it, but she wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away. Before the guard in front of her could move to help the other downed guard, she stood and swiped the legs out from under him.

She used the hard metal of her cuffs to bang against the mans temple, hopefully only leaving him unconscious. The man on the horse stepped down and walked to her.

"I was wondering when you would come back Lincoln." She said boringly. The man immediately took his mask off to show it was Lincoln looking at her questiongly.

"How did you guess it was me?" Clarke pulled out the keys to cuffs from the guard's pants, giving off a yelp of victory before turning back to Lincoln.

"I'd know your horse anywhere Lincoln, I'm surprised they didn't notice it was you either." She twisted the key and it gave a satisfying pop before the chains fell from her wrist. She rubbed them gently to soothe the remnants of the pinching caused by the chains and stood up.

"Thanks for helping me Lincoln. You better get going though, I'm sure Octavia's missing you." Clarke said giving off a playful smirk. Lincoln shook his head before climbing his horse.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take you there?" Lincoln asked. Clarke shook her head and lifted her bow and arrows that were leaned against the wall.

"No I'm fine Lincoln, I'll catch up with you later." Clarke noticed Lincoln immediately avoid her eyes but before she could question it he was already off into the woods. Clarke reached behind her and touched the arrows reassuringly. If it came the time…she may have to use one of these on someone she knew. She shook her head, no, she couldn't think like that. She had to get her head in the game and concentrate. After all, there are no second chances.

We're starting to build up here, ya! Now a friend of mine recommended I get a beta reader? So I guess I'm asking for a beta reader if anyone wants to volunteer because I could use the help. Please review if you enjoyed reading and I'll try to upload the next chapter soon, see ya!