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Warning: smut, language
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Whiteness
Chapter 9: Turning tides

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Bellamy's hand was caressing the small of Clarke's back. Most of their clothes were off and the two of them had snuggled under Bellamy's blankets in his tent.

The day had been tiring and after Clarke's revelation about the vaccine and the breakdown she had Bellamy refused to leave her alone.

He was worried about Octavia as well but right now his baby sister needed female company and he made sure that Raven knew that. The dark haired girl could be annoying pain in the ass most of the time but Bellamy knew that he could count on her when he required her assistance. Besides, Octavia would probably kick him out of her tent – his fretting and nervousness would get on her nerves rather fast.

At least this way he could take care of his two girls at the same time.

Clarke stirred next to him and he pulled her soft pliant body closer to his. Her clean fresh scent tempted him and he nuzzled her cheek and kissed her neck. She had been unusually quiet and agreeable after she cried her heart out and it set Bellamy on edge – not being able to read her face, to know her thoughts – it scared him how emotionless she was.

Her blue eyes were unfocused and still glistened from her tears and Bellamy used the opportunity to kiss her full lips and bring her back to him. Clarke sighed softly and kissed him back. It was a gentle meeting of lips meant to reassure and remind Clarke that she wasn't alone.

Her hands wove in his thick hair and she tugged twice until Bellamy pulled back.

"I was little over sixteen when the Council found out about your mother having a second child. She got floated for violating the Law and Octavia got sent to prison." Those were facts Bellamy was painfully familiar with.

"At that time, the Council had few very long and in-depth discussions about your mother's actions and the consequences that followed. They saw Octavia as one unaccounted mouth to feed. And the portions of food and water were already spread thin. The people were growing in numbers and the Council couldn't keep up with all of the requirements. They needed something drastic and reliable to control any future cases like your mother. In the end my mother was outvoted and the anti-pregnancy project was brought back to the research table."

She was playing with his hair; her voice was empty as if she was telling somebody else's story in a place far away.

"They followed the same idea the science team had thirty years ago and the M15G3 was reborn in few short months under the new version – M16G3. It was on a trial period and my mom's team still wasn't sure how it would affect a human organism but the results were promising and the Council pushed for a test. I was one of the chosen to undergo the procedure. Now that I think about it, they probably wanted to make sure that no matter what happened, my mother would give it her all to solve any future complications that could occur. I was her stimulus not to fail."

Her laugh was humourless and for the first time Bellamy realised that maybe she wasn't as privileged as he had thought in the beginning.

"Thirteen girls in total were injected with M16G3. In the beginning we went for daily check-ups, then weekly, then monthly. Everything seemed fine. All the tests they ran were positive and there was no reason to worry. But then, near the end of my fifth month is when things started to go bad. I started losing weight abnormally fast, I would get dizzy and weak, I had trouble breathing, I would pass-out at random intervals, and my blood pressure was extremely low. I was under observation all the time. When the sixth month hit we already had lost two of the girls. My body refused food and water, everything I would try to swallow I would throw up shortly after. I had to be put on systems to survive but because of the Law I couldn't get the needed amount of glucose. The project continued to lose more and more girls. My mom and her college, Jackson, they broke the Law in secret and used the glucose meant for the dead girls to try and save me and the rest."

Bellamy tugged the blankets higher around Clarke's shoulders and resumed his caressing. The slow imaginary patters he was drawing under her shirt seemed to relax and ground her. When she continued speaking Clarke appeared less lost, less tense.

"It worked for some. Out of the initial thirteen subjects only five made it. I was amongst them. I spent the next eight months trying to recover. Then my father got floated and I was thrown in jail for trying to spread the word that the Ark was slowly dying. And well, you know the rest."

His girl wasn't simply a survivor, she was a fighter.

"My brave princess." She didn't deny his words but Bellamy saw her roll her eyes.

The Clarke Griffin he knew was slowly emerging back from her shell.

"They didn't inject you with the new serum?"

"No, when they came to get me I had already taken my pill four days before that. The serum doesn't play well with the pill. I have to talk to the rest of the girls in camp but there's a big chance that some of them had also been on the pill when we got sent here."

Bellamy scoffed in frustration; ever since the Ark had taken his sister from him, he absolutely detested feeling helpless.

"Make a list then. We need to know on whom we should keep watch. We landed here nearly a month ago."

Tick-tock the clock went.

"I plan to but Bellamy" she flicked his nose, "if my mom deemed the new vaccine safe enough to inject the girls, to give it to Octavia, then she definitely made sure that it won't lead to their death. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice."

"Let's hope you're right, princess."

Clarke's body heat had nearly lulled him to sleep when she poked his side. Bellamy batted her hand away but she did it again. He grunted and pulled her closer trapping her arms between their bodies. She didn't squirm or fight against his hold and Bellamy relaxed.

A moment later a warm current of air tickled his eyelashes.

Bellamy opened his eyes and glared at her. "What?"

"Nothing." Clarke tried to look innocent and had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop the laughter. With ruffled bed hair and sleepy annoyed expression Bellamy Blake looked like an oversized plush toy, not threatening at all.

"Go to sleep."

Clarke waited for him to close his eyes again and this time she blew the hair away from his face.

"Clarke…" Pressed so close to him she could feel the vibrations from his chest when he growled warningly at her.

"I'm going to the crash scene tomorrow."

Dark brown met deep blue.

She was serious.

"No."

"Jasper said that he could cook us up some more gunpowder and Monty wanted to check the wreckage again for more spare parts so that he and Raven could make us walkie-talkies. We need to go."

"You're not going anywhere. The last time I let you out alone you got shot."

She pushed him on his back and climbed over him. "You're free to join us."

Her hands were making slow work of his shirt and her mouth was hot against his skin. The barely there graze of her nails was driving him crazy. She left wet trails along his naked flesh and when her head levelled with his and Bellamy leaned in to kiss her, Clarke moved to the left and bit his earlobe.

"What are you playing at?" She laid sensual kisses down his neck.

"Seducing you in saying 'yes' to my demand."

Clarke bit his Adam's apple and then licked the pain away. Bellamy moved his hands to cradle her head and pull at her hair.

"I never thought that you'd play dirty, princess."

She laughed against his neck and the hot air send shivers down his spine.

"Then think of it as a birthday gift."

She leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back and quirked an eyebrow in question.

"If I have counted the days correctly" she looked at her watch – it was well past midnight, "my birthday is either today or tomorrow."

"Then," he overthrew her and took off his shirt. "let me give you a proper birthday present."

Their next kiss was a battle for dominance, addicting dance of tongues. Bellamy barely let her breathe as he took her mouth again and again, the pleasure was making her dizzy and her vision was hazy with the sudden lust that clouded her senses. All she was aware of was her burning need to have Bellamy as close to her body as she could.

He pushed her legs apart and nestled against her aching core. Bellamy took a moment to compose himself and looked at Clarke and he nearly came right there and then. God, she was so beautiful laying there – her blue eyes were dark with desire, her hair was soft gold, her flushed cheeks and puffy lips added a debauched side to her otherwise angel look, and her body was a lure he didn't want to resist. He needed to see her naked, writhing in pleasure under him.

He desperately needed to erase her nightmares, to put an end to her demons, to console her pain-filled heart.

He stole another kiss from her wet lips and the thin thread of saliva that connected them after they separated for oxygen went straight to his pulsing cock. There was something incredibly erotic in seeing her struggle for air, her pants echoing in the otherwise empty tent and the way her mouth formed a silent 'o' when she pushed against his hardness.

Her mewl of pleasure brought Bellamy out of his observation and he grinded against her clothed entrance.

Clarke's shirt and underwear were off with great effort mainly due to the fact that they refused to put any kind of distance between them.

He nibbled on the side of her neck and sucked on the enchanting fair skin until he was satisfied with the dark mark he left behind. But one wasn't enough so he moved down her chest and licked and bit playfully the sensitive skin of her breasts. A rather harsh tug of her erect nipples had her screaming his name and covering her mouth with her hands to mute the shameless moans that Bellamy invoked from her.

His fingers left ghost trails up and down her legs; he teased the skin behind her knees and rubbed her inner thighs, not once touching her where she most wanted him to. Bellamy moved his hands up along her ribcage, passing her soft firm breasts and moved her hands from her mouth.

He loved listening to the sounds she made, every little mewl and moan, every little embarrassed squeak, every demand for him to stop teasing her – right now they all belonged to him and he wanted to hear her pleasure-filled voice as she chanted his name.

Kissing her was better than breathing the fresh air of Earth.

Just when he thought he had rendered her boneless Clarke tugged down his boxers and used his momentarily surprise to push him on his back. She smiled devilishly at him when she moved her knees on either side of his hips and took him in her body in one swift movement.

Bellamy groaned – she was tight, hot, wet and perfect. And the view he had when she started moving up and down pushed him to his limit faster than he had ever expected.

Clarke felt his hands move up her legs to her waist to help her find a rhythm they could both enjoy. Her thighs were trembling from the effort and Clarke braced her hands on his chest. The new angle was even better and she moaned in approval when Bellamy moved his hips to meet her thrusts. Their game continued for what seemed like forever.

The stimulation was too much for Clarke and in two more thrusts she reached her peak.

Bellamy could only watch mesmerised as she arched her back from the bliss of her climax. Her nails were digging in his muscles and she was shaking from the pleasure onslaught, small droplets of perspiration decorating her silky skin.

He didn't hold back and frankly he didn't want to. He reached for her, yanked her head to take her lips with his and let his orgasm wash over him. His groan was lost in her luscious sweet mouth.

The shaky sloppy kisses continued for a while until they got down from their high.

Delightfully spent and tired Clarke laid on top of Bellamy, her head tucked securely under his jaw.

Once Bellamy got his breathing under control he hugged Clarke against his chest – her warm weight was his favourite blanket.

The scent of sex and sweat was noticeable in the small space around them and Bellamy couldn't contain his smug expression when he noticed the same scent clinging to Clarke's skin. She still had a faint fresh clean scent but now it was joined by the musky scent of their love-making and the smell of gunpowder and metal Bellamy usually carried with himself.

He had no rational explanation about it but he had the absurd drive to fill every part of Clarke with thought of him – her mind, her soul, her heart, he wanted them all for himself.

Maybe it was because she was constantly on his mind.

He didn't care.

He simply wanted.

"You look tired, princess. How was that for a birthday gift?" He smirked at her when she lifted her head to meet his eyes.

"Well," her coy voice and mischievous smile had his attention. "I did expect something more… blinding."

He was lost for words for a moment.

Then he turned them around and caged her within his arms.

"I'll show you blinding."

His burning kiss awoke her desire once again as he set to prove her just how much whiteness he could paint her world with.

Maybe it was love.

But Bellamy wasn't ready for it and neither was Clarke.

For now the dancing of their bodies was enough.


It was rather early – Clarke's watch showed little past eight.

The sky was still painted dark blue from where the night refused to relinquish control to the day.

But they had no time to spare.

They couldn't afford it, not now when the Grounders had gone frighteningly silent.

The trek to the crash scene was fast and familiar, the path already well known.

Their team consisted of no more than ten people, yet Bellamy still felt uneasy about the situation.

In his opinion a measly bomb wasn't enough to scare the Grounders for good, or for long.

Bellamy looked around the ship wreckage – it turned out that there were a lot more salvageable items than they thought at the beginning. The fires had died and the thick smoke was almost gone.

Jasper had gone off somewhere with two guards talking about some charcoal field the Exodus ship had crashed next to and incidentally exposed.

Monty was vigilantly looking for the black box of the Exodus ship and any other tech that had survived the blast and the heat and could still be useful in some way or another.

And Clarke – Bellamy looked up – right now she was standing on the highest point on the ground that overlooked the ship. She had circled the Exodus ship few times already.

He frowned; she was exposed to any sort of an ambush attack and the people around her were too far to actually cover her back and retaliate if she so happened to actually get hit again. He shouldered his rifle and started walking in her direction. It was only when he reached her that he noticed the way her head moved left and right, her lips silently forming words.

"Clarke?" She raised her hand to stop him from talking.

As he waited patiently for her to finish whatever she was doing, and being patient wasn't his best character trait, Bellamy scanned their position. The woods seemed clear but with the way the Grounders moved, used the trees and camouflaged themselves one could never be truly sure.

The crunching of twigs and stones under shoes made Bellamy turn around and face Clarke.

"Count the bodies."

Bellamy closed his mouth his question forgotten.

"What?"

"Count the bodies. Or maybe I should say the burned skeletons." She nodded to the crash scene. "Come on, count them."

She urged him closer to the edge of the crater and he gave in.

Counting dead people left an unpleasant taste in his mouth.

Just as he finished counting and was about to ask Clarke what was the meaning behind it, something in his mind clicked and he paused.

And he counted again.

And again.

"Well?" Clarke sounded impatient and Bellamy noticed the way she had fisted her shirt.

"Twenty-four."

"This is the best spot to see most of them but the total number goes up to thirty-one."

He wasn't stupid; he knew exactly what she was getting at.

"You believe there are survivors."

Clarke bit her lower lip and organaised her jumbled thoughts.

"I talked to Raven before we left. The Exodus ship has the capacity to host one hundredth and twenty people at most and depending on the cargo the ship is carrying. And here," her hands spread wide open to indicate the crater, "we have thirty corpses. Where are the others?"

She had a right – once the fire and the smoke were gone the ship ruins didn't look as bad as they did. And if people had lived past the crash that would explain why they couldn't find traces of some of the things they had requested from the Ark.

"You think she's alive?" It was supposed to be a statement but it came out as a question.

"I don't know." Clarke shrugged. "If she was on this ship she might be dead. But if there are survivors she might be among them." She met his gaze; her blue eyes were clear, strong and hopeful. "Even if she isn't, there are still Ark people out there that are walking aimlessly. The Grounders won't take pity on them. And we can get information on why is the Ark silent." On my mom.

Bellamy caught her elbow and squeezed in understanding. "We can't afford to send people to look for possible survivors."

She tried to object but he shook his head. "It's a blind search, princess. The most that could happen is for us to crash a Grounders' party or something and our numbers are already low. Losing people is not an option."

"So if I was out there you wouldn't come to look for me?"

Bellamy was saved from answering when Monty's joyful scream resonated around the crater. He and Clarke switched their attention to the Asian boy in the distance that was waving his arms excitedly.

"I guess he found what he was looking for."

Clarke hummed in agreement and made her way to Monty.

Bellamy slowly trailed after her.

If Clarke was missing he was going to go after her.

Right?


Upon entering the camp the first thing Clarke and Bellamy noticed was the utter chaos the hundred were a part of.

People were running all over the place, shouting orders and pleas for help. Buckets and containers with water and sand were passed from hand to hand.

Near the centre of the camp a dark line of grey smoke was the case of their panic.

Bellamy quickened his pace just in time to see Miller helping his sister out of the food shack which was set on fire. The flames licked at the wooden structure and burned the fresh meat inside.

That catch was supposed to last them for another week or two.

Bellamy pushed that thought aside and kneeled next to Octavia whose breathing was laboured and she was coughing to try and clear her lungs. He didn't even have to turn around – Clarke was at his side immediately with a water can in her good hand.

She helped Octavia drink little bit of the cool liquid and talked to her until Bellamy's sister felt better.

"What the fuck happened here?" Bellamy looked at Miller and then his eyes shifted to Murphy who was standing behind his second-in-command.

As if that was his cue Murphy moved forward and hit one of the bystanders.

"This is all your fault. She told you that it was too much wood."

"Get away from me!"

Murphy punched the guy and Bellamy stood up and got between the two of them.

"Hey. Hey! Stop!" He pushed Murphy back. "Save it for the Grounders."

"Bell, now what the hell are we going to do? That was all the food."

Bellamy looked at Octavia – she had the same grim expression as Clarke.

It took a while for the fire to die down even with the interference of the hundred. The water and the dirt they threw at the shack wasn't enough to save the food all that was left after the blaze were only burned wood and charred bones.

He was poking the smoking mess when the light touch on his shoulder indicated that the person behind him was Clarke.

"Any idea what led to this?"

"According to Murphy Del kept feeding the fire, mostly because Octavia told him it was a bad idea."

The trend for some of the hundred to pick on his sister when he wasn't around was getting on Bellamy's nerves. She was under his protection and nobody had the right to mess with her. Not now, not ever.

"And we believe him?"

"Do we have a choice?"

Clarke sighed and ran massaged her wounded arm. "We have some wild onions and nuts in the dropship. It's only enough to last us one, maybe two weeks."

From her tone and expression he knew what she was hinting at.

"You want us to hunt."

"We won't get the needed energy to fight the Grounders from simple nuts and onions. If we're starving, we're as good as dead."

Bellamy thought about it – he could send small teams to hunt close by. He would give them guns in case they encounter Grounders, the shot will warn the camp as well.

They required solid food if they had to fight.

"Fine." He nodded. "Meet me in the dropship in a few."

Clarke checked on Octavia once more but she was fine, mostly angry and irked.

She met Raven on the way to the dropship. The mechanic had taken the job to talk with the girls and note down the females using the pill and the once who have had the vaccine. Raven assured her that the list was mostly done and the results weren't as bad as they had imagined them to be.

At least something less to worry about.

With that in mind Clarke headed to the shuttle.


Raven looked around – after Bellamy's speech one third of the hundred had assembled in mostly two-man teams and were slowly leaving camp to hunt.

Finn was getting his gear ready next to her.

"You're going then?"

He looked up from the spear he was inspecting.

"I'm one of the best trackers we have. It's only natural."

He was doing what he was best at, Raven knew that but something still nagged at her in the back on her mind. She reached to straighten his jacket out of habit. It was only when her hand was on his chest that her mind processed her act.

Raven pulled her hand back and busied herself with checking over the list in her pocket.

Finn watched her the whole time but didn't say a word about her sudden withdraw.

"I'll be back later today."

She smoothed the wrinkles out of the paper.

"Good luck."

Finn wavered for a moment but in the end he leaned closer and pecked her cheek in goodbye.

Even heartbroken Raven couldn't stop her hand from rising and touching the place he had kissed.

But the simple happiness from that innocent act died when he saw that Finn left with Clarke.

The crane burned against the skin of her chest.

She had a list to complete.

And Bellamy had mentioned something about Monty finding enough parts to finally build walkie-talkies.

Work first, love later.


They had walked for nearly an hour when Clarke came to the conclusion that taking Myles with them was both a blessing and a curse. The kid could speak a thousand words per minute. It was a miracle that they were actually able to follow a fresh trail with all the noise he was raising.

On one hand she didn't want to be alone with Finn and she was grateful that Myles had a way to break the awkward tension between her and Finn.

But on the other hand Myles was useless. He jumped at every sound that came out of the woods and at times Clarke could hear the gun rattling from his shaking. Apparently he was a scaredy-cat and his bravest and most reckless action had landed him in jail.

Clarke's definition for bravery was different from Myles' – getting caught trying to sneak in the Armory was stupid, not brave.

But often one could mean the other.

Finn kneeled down to one of the trails.

"-it's going to sound gross but-" Clarke raised her hand to stop Myles' never-ending screed.

"Myles, be quiet for one second." She smiled patronisingly at the young teen and then moved to crouch next to Finn. "What is it?"

"The trails," Finn's fingers traced the outline of the footprints. "they look too…perfect. No animal is that careful."

Finn's words made Clarke's hair stand on end. That didn't bode well.

"We should head back."

Finn had only just agreed with her suggestion when the sharp sound of an arrow piercing the air had them looking for cover.

Myles wasn't fast enough and a moment later a second arrow hit him.

Clarke scrambled to her feet and went to check on him but Finn's iron grip on her hand didn't let her get close.

"We don't have time for him."

She felt disgusted with herself for siding with Finn but he had a point. Clarke had yet to take another step when the big body of a Grounder blocked her path.

The Grounder lifted his hand and Clarke was too late in blocking or ducking his punch. Pain blossomed in her temple and in the back of her head where her scull connected with the ground.

Finn's scream was muted and buzzed.

Her consciousness was slipping away.

The vibrations of something else hitting the earth hard travelled up her body and instinctively Clarke knew that Finn was captured as well.

The last thing she saw before the blackness completely took over was the stormy cold face of Anya.

Well, fuck.


Waking up from a hit to the head was very unpleasant and was something that Clarke had hoped to never experience again.

One Dax was enough.

But as her head pulsed she figured that at least Dax had used less strength than the Grounder.

Finn was slowly waking up next to her.

Clarke tried to figure out where they were and how far from their original stop they had travelled but everything looked different and at the same time similar.

Woods were pain in the ass when you weren't really familiar with them.

Her hands were tightly bound with a rope, the end of which was in Anya's hand.

Clarke resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

Fucking perfect.

It just couldn't get any worse than this.

Then the Grounder that had sent her unconscious neared her and yanked her to her feet. Finn's wakeup call was harsher under the form of a kick to the stomach. He groaned in pain and rolled to one side. A hard tug on his rope had him up one way or another.

Clarke winced in sympathy but refrained from asking Finn how he was feeling. Anya was giving her the evil eye.

They walked for another hour, maybe two. Clarke's watch was under her jacket's sleeve and with her bound hands she couldn't take it out to check the time. But judging by the fading light the night was upon them.

So much for promising Bellamy to stay out of trouble.

Walking on foot while being constantly pulled here and there by a rope tied around your hands was not something that was on Clarke's 'fun things to do' list. Her feet were killing her and her wrist skin was sore from the rope, the constant movement brought unpleasant burn.

Finn's worried glances in her direction helped keep her mind sharp and away from her headache.

A while later they neared what Clarke figured it was a concrete building that had survived the Cataclysm mostly unaffected.

Anya and their Grounder guards disappeared inside leaving Clarke and Finn alone.

"I think we've walked around three miles before we-"

Clarke interrupted Finn's whispering. "I don't think it matters. If they didn't want us to know about this place they could have blindfolded us."

Finn looked scared once Clarke's implication hit him.

The Grounders were going to kill them.

They needed to run away, some way to get as far from here as possible. A diversion of some sort.

But as he was desperately thinking of and discarding useless plans the Grounders came back and pushed them into the building.

The inside was grey and dark; various items littering the walls and the small crevices. It was obvious that this was used as a living space or at least some kind of storage.

Clarke didn't have much time to look around because Anya was suddenly in front of her and Finn and the wicked gleaming short sword she was wielding in her hand was of bigger interest to Clarke than the small trinkets on the floor.

As Anya neared, sword in hand, Clarke knew that talking and pleading was useless.

The Grounders knew no mercy.

Finn struggled against the hold of his guard but the Grounder holding him was too strong.

Clarke lifted her head; if she was about to die she was going to be proud of the fact that she had been a constant torn in Anya's side and had created so many troubles for the Grounder's leader. And if she was about to die she was going to curse Anya to meet her end by a hundred's hand, preferably Bellamy's.

But even as she braced herself for the blow, she wasn't ready to have her rope cut.

Wasn't that a nice turn of events?

Clarke was lost in thoughts and was rubbing her sore wrists when Anya lifted her sword once again and pointed behind her.

Clarke froze.

There, on a stone bed lined with furs laid a small pale girl.

Charlotte.


Having Murphy tell her that Clarke was taking care of her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) was the last thing Raven wanted to hear that night.

She had completed the list, let Octavia rant and had persuaded Monty that they should take apart the radio to make the walkie-talkies; the Ark was silent as ever anyway.

But watching the other hunter teams come back one by one made Raven nauseas.

"Let me fix this."

Yeah, right.

Why did she have to believe Finn and his seemingly earnest expression?

Raven knew it was going to end like this.

Her feeling and thoughts were in turmoil.

She needed silence, and she needed to vent and she needed to feel.

Raven hardened her heart and pushed her tears away. She had cried more than enough because of Finn Collins. It was time to get over him.

Her feet took her to Bellamy's tent and Raven didn't think twice before entering.

She caught him in the process of undressing – his rifle was propped up against his bed, his jacket was already unzipped and off, he had just unlaced his boots.

He looked at her in expectation.

"They don't waste time, I'll give them that."

Bellamy sat on his bed and lifted an eyebrow in question.

Raven rolled her eyes. "I'm talking about Finn and Clarke."

For a moment Bellamy's heart came to a stop but then he pushed the jealousy and the worry away. Clarke wouldn't cheat on him, not after what they had been through the last couple of days, not after the wonderful night they had had together.

"What's it been? A day? A day and a half?"

"You're mistaking me for somebody who cares. I don't think that Clarke will start anything with Finn. Your boyfriend on the other hand, that's another story."

Raven's fierce expression didn't change.

"Raven, get over him."

Thinking on it maybe Bellamy shouldn't have said that. If he had to get over Clarke it would definitely take more than day and a half; and even if he had constant bed partners like he used to that still wouldn't heal the chasm left behind by his princess. It was a good thing he had no plans of letting her go.

It was as if his words were the deciding factor for Raven.

She shrugged off her jacket, took off her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting over him." Her jeans were off.

"If you look for someone to talk you down you got the wrong person." Bellamy sighed and put his shoes back on. "That's the thing I would usually say. But I'm seeing somebody right now and she'll have my head if I even think about cheating on her, let alone do it, and honestly I don't want to."

Raven huffed in mock-frustration. Of course, she had to go and seek sexual company from the notorious womaniser of the camp and he had to sprout some dignified speech about being faithful.

Who the hell had managed to put a stop to Bellamy's playboy days?

"If it helps ease your mind I'm currently involved with somebody else."

Who else but Clarke Griffin. Was there a man that could resist her charm?

Raven wanted to laugh and she did. God, was there no way to get away from Clarke's shadow?

"You shouldn't worry about it. Besides, Myles was part of their group as well."

Her laughter came to a sudden halt.

If Finn and Clarke weren't late because they were having secret sex somewhere in the woods then what was their excuse for taking so long?

"Their team is the only one still out."

Bellamy lifted snapped his head back.

"What?"

Raven barely had the time to nod and over herself when Bellamy stormed out of the tent.

His heart was beating wildly. He had lost track of time and hadn't realised that his princess was still gone.

"Miller!"

He looked around but he couldn't see the beanie of his second-in-command.

But Harper's advice proved useful and he found Miller on patrol on the west side of the camp.

"Are Clarke and Finn back yet?"

Miller looked surprised by Bellamy's sharp question but he regained composure fast enough to answer.

"No, they're still out."

Bellamy felt the panic creeping in his veins.

Finn was an excellent tracker and Clarke knew better than to stay outside the walls at night.

They hadn't heard a gunshot but that didn't matter because deep down Bellamy was sure.

Sure, that Clarke was missing.


As I mentioned in the beginning my exams start soon, to be exact they are on the 10th, the 16th, the 18th, the 26th, the 1st, and on the 8th. I have to pass six exams and because of that my updates will be sparse and few in between, if I have the time to update at all. Bear with me, once my session is over all I'll do is write.

This chapter was longer to apologize for my disappearance in the near future (besides, deep down we all love smut).

Reviews fill me with happiness and make me write!

- M.