Dividing Lines

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From the moment Clarke realised that she was actually staying at the 100 Camp, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She could look at every house, every trail and every piece of wall and know that it was her home. Or at least the closest she could really get to one.

Although the snow had turned into an annoyance, Clarke loved every minute of getting to know her new camp. She and Bellamy had decided not to make any big announcement, at least not until after winter. They would just go about things as normal and wait until someone noticed that Clarke had in fact not left at all. Then they would have to talk to Diana or at least, Clarke's Mom and Kane. One trip to the Ark Camp had to be made in the spring to pick up Chris.

Winter still held on for a few weeks, however, even though the snow was melting. Patches of it lingered under window sills and corners but the weather had changed back to chilling rain. It meant that exploring beyond the walls was possible again.

Clarke was itching to go outside camp and she got her opportunity one sunny morning. It would be the first trip to the lake in months and people were practically running out of the gates. Octavia was just as eager and she linked arms with Clarke as they strolled through the forest.

Clarke wasn't as used to the forest as the others but she had some idea of its layout from old maps. There were two lakes in the area, one on the other side of the river, near the Ark Camp. This was the larger one that Octavia and Jasper had gone to when she had been shot. There was a smaller one on the 100 Camp's side of the river and Clarke couldn't wait to see it.

The lake was only a few minutes' walk away from the camp so both Bellamy and Clarke decided to let anyone who wanted to go head off first thing in the morning. It would make people feel better and they could carry back any supplies found. Bellamy was walking ahead of them with Miller, instructing him to patrol the west side of the lake.

"I hope that no one would be stupid enough to go swimming in a lake that has chunks of ice still floating in it. But I want at least five people keeping their eyes on the water at all times."

Octavia bounced up and down by Clarke's side, nearly tripping over a root in the process. "I can't wait until the water is warm enough to swim; you are going to love it Clarke."

It really did sound like a lovely idea, especially when she saw the lake itself. It was crystal blue, small waves lapping up against the sandy shore. It was surrounded by trees and on the east side there was a wooden mechanism for collecting water. The 100 had built it over a year ago and it had worked great. Clarke figured she better learn how to use it if she was staying for good.

"Princess."

Clarke turned away from Octavia and gave Bellamy a small smile. He nodded back and planted himself beside her, looking out at the lake. "I'm going to walk around the edge of the forest; there are a lot of fruit trees that start growing really soon after the snow for some reason. I want to see how ripe the food is."

Clarke nodded, casting her eye over the tree line. "That's a good idea. Is there anything I can do?"

She saw Bellamy's mouth twitch; his lips nearly moving into a smile. Clarke blinked, hoping that he didn't see her staring at them. He had. But Bellamy just jutted his chin towards a large group of rocks on the north side of the lake.

"There are a bunch of rock pools over there; usually fish swim in them by accident. Could you check them out and see if there is any there?" He paused and then added, "Or you could just enjoy yourself at the lake?"

She shoved him in the shoulder but he just laughed and headed towards the tree line as she walked towards the rocks. Octavia was already by the lake's edge, looking at all the shells. There was a buzz of conversation around the lake, the sun finally peeking through the clouds. It was still freezing cold and Clarke's jacket was zipped all the way to the top.

She stepped up onto the rocks and looked down, catching sight of all the pools and fast fish. A group of kids ran passed her, arguing about the best way to make fishing rods. Clarke kept walking forward, climbing higher and higher over the rocks. In front of her was larger boulder, which broke off into smaller rocks to the left and right. It looked like it hung right over the lake.

Clarke glanced around but everyone seemed pretty busy enjoying themselves. Well, she might as well climb up and have a look. It wasn't a steep climb anyway, and soon Clarke was looking down at the blue water. She gazed down at it, able to see the bottom. Clarke could feel the cold coming from the lake and she shivered slightly. Octavia was right; she really couldn't wait to go swimming.

"Clarke?"

She turned slightly and saw Jasper and Monty staring at her from down the shore. "Are you going to just stand there all day?"

She shrugged and looked back down the rock face to go back the way she came. But from where she was standing, it looked a lot more difficult to climb down than to climb up. Sighing, Clarke contemplated just jumping straight down but those rocks looked way too slippery. So, she went to the left and decided to walk across the others until she got to the shore again. But those rocks were just as slippery and Clarke's boots suddenly lost their grip. She barely had time to gasp before she hit the freezing water, the cold sinking into her bones on impact.

"Clarke!" Octavia screamed, which drew everyone's attention as it rang around the clearing.


Bellamy spun around at the sound of his sister's scream. At first it was because Octavia sounded scared but a millisecond later, he realised exactly what she had screamed.

He dropped the unripe fruit he had picked and sprinted back towards the lake. He was aware that Miller was right behind him but Bellamy just kept looking forward. He had run from Grounders' traps, from the acid fog and from the Ark itself but Bellamy was sure he had never run so fast in his life. He skidded to a stop by the lake's shore just in time to see Jasper and Monty dragging Clarke from the water.

She was soaked from head to toe and her steps seemed to falter and sway. He raced over to her and tore off his jacket to wrap it around her. Her eyes found his but they were drifting in and out of focus. Her teeth were chattering and was his mind playing tricks on him, or was her skin turning blue?

"S-stupid...fell in-n..." Clarke managed to stutter out.

Bellamy rubbed his hands up and down her arms and her forehead rested against his chest. She was cold to the touch.

"We need to get her dry right now!" Monty exclaimed, "We need hot water, blankets, dry clothes and a bed. We need to get her back to camp."

"Monty slow down," Bellamy ordered, "You and Octavia run ahead and get all that ready. Bring it to my room; my bed is the biggest. Now, go!"

They both took off and Bellamy scooped Clarke up in his arms.

"B-Bell...I need to-to get warm..." Clarke whispered and started rattle off exactly what Monty had just said.

"Come on Clarke, don't go into shock. Who else will lecture me all the time?"

He carried her all the way back to camp, people flowing in and out of his line of sight as they wondered how Clarke was. He ignored them all and jogged through the gates and straight to his house. Raven and Octavia were waiting by the door but he brushed right passed them and went into his room. His bed was filled with extra blankets and there were towels and Clarke's dry clothes pilled on the table.

"Put her down and we'll help her get changed," Octavia said. Bellamy did the first thing but kept his arm on hers as Clarke swayed slightly. Raven wrapped a towel around Clarke's damp hair and Octavia started to push her brother from the room. He didn't want to leave; didn't want to take his eyes off her for a second.

Clarke met his gaze and managed to say, "Change your shirt," before Octavia shut the door on him.

He stared at the door for a moment, only seeing the wood until he heard Jasper say his name. Bellamy turned around and saw his friend standing there with a spare shirt. He looked down at the one his was wearing, only to find it was wet from carrying Clarke.

"Monty planned ahead and grabbed it for you," Jasper said as he gave it to Bellamy. "Don't worry; the girls will take care of her."

Bellamy nodded automatically and Jasper walked out of the house. He changed shirts but just crumpled the wet one into a ball and squeezed it between his fists. He leaned back against the wall and took in a deep breath. It was finally hitting him that Clarke had been in danger-he could have lost her. The ice had just cracked and the water was cold to look at. The terror that had gripped him was beyond anything he had ever felt. It was different from when Octavia was hurt, but it was still like someone had punched him in the gut. His focus had been on one thing-get Clarke to safety. And it scared him. When had she become so important? He was realising that Clarke was part of his everyday-she was a vital part of his life. When he gone after the boar and been stuck in that cave all he had thought about was to get back to Octavia and Clarke. The two of them.

Bellamy had asked her to stay not just because she belonged at the camp but because she belonged with him.

The realisation hit him hard and he had to take in another breath. Bellamy looked over at the door, hearing the girls talking and the rustling of fabric. After what felt like a lifetime, the door opened and Raven came out.

"I'll get Monty; he was going to brew her some hot tea."

He nodded to her as she passed but after the front door was shut, Bellamy straightened up and went cautiously into his room. Clarke was curled up, in the middle of his bed and surrounded by blankets. Her hair had been dried and she was in warm clothes. Octavia was gathering all the wet towels in her arms and she opened her mouth to say something. But her words got stuck in her throat when she saw her brother's face. Bellamy knew this, and he also knew that he was staring at Clarke and that she was staring back with half- closed eyes.

"Um...I'll get more towels, just in case. And some hot soup," Octavia mumbled and she slipped passed her brother to the door. "Oh and don't let her fall asleep for now," she added before closing the door with a quiet click.

Bellamy grabbed a chair and pulled it over to her bedside. Technically, it was his bedside but he was really, really trying to ignore the fact that she was in his bed. Selective denial was all he had at that moment.

"I heard you stuck the landing Princess," he managed to drawl.

That got a chuckle out of her, her skin already going back to a normal colour. "I would have gotten all tens if I haven't yelled on the way down."

She reached out from under the blankets and rubbed her cheeks with the back of her hand. Bellamy took the opportunity to run his eyes over her face. She was still a bit out of it and like Octavia had said, he didn't want her to fall asleep.

"Hey," he said, "Tell me how to properly stitch a wound."

Clarke frowned, almost adorably so, and replied, "What?"

"I can't have you falling asleep on me and insulting my pride. So, tell me how to stitch a wound."

He kept her talking about every medical procedure she knew. Even when Monty brought in the tea and soup, he kept asking questions. When he had finished with medicine, he asked her about art. What did she like to draw with? What did she like to draw best?

She didn't answer that one, just changed the subject. This went on for hours until Monty was sure that she hadn't actually gotten hypothermia and allowed her to rest. Bellamy still didn't leave, claiming that he was not going to get kicked out of his room. It wasn't even anywhere close to night time but he still stayed in his chair and kept an eye on Clarke.

The knowledge that he really should have given an announcement about Clarke earlier in the day nagged at Bellamy. He knew that lots of people had seen her fall in and seen him rush her inside. People would want to know how she was.

Quietly, he pushed his chair back and stood up. He rolled his shoulders and with one last look at Clarke, he left the room. He made sure the door was ajar; to keep the heat in but also in case Clarke woke up. The pull to her was too strong so he made the announcement from his porch instead of the Main Hall.

Everyone seemed to breathe out a sigh of relief and it reinforced the rule of no swimming until it was cleared by the leaders. Bellamy held a small meeting right there on the porch with Miller and the others, taking note and dealing with the day's problems. Someone handed him a plate of food for dinner and he ate it automatically; but only after he was assured that Clarke could eat something when she woke.

The evening was giving way to night when he finally got up and went back inside. Octavia was in with a conscious Clarke, checking her temperature and taking away the water bottles in case she got too warm. Bellamy knew they had been lucky. Clarke could have gotten hypothermia or hit her head on the rocks. It made him wince and he didn't want to interrupt girl talk.

So he stood awkwardly in the hallway, contemplating just going outside again. But that meant someone asking him about another problem and he just did not have the energy. A flash of red caught his eye and Bellamy leaned back to look through the slightly open door to Clarke's room.

She had been in a rush that morning to get to the lake and there were items tossed around her room. Sitting on the bed was a faded red book, pages sticking out of the sides. Bellamy opened the door and stepped inside, staring at the book. It had been one of the things rescued from the bunkers but there was no writing in it; its pages had been blank. So Bellamy had given it to Clarke to draw in. She had looked so thankful; it had made his stomach flip. But what made Bellamy curious were the pages sticking out of the book. They were clearly sketches on them done in pencil. He could see the edges of flowers, the view from a guard's post and the camp fire. The sketch that really had his attention took up most of the page that he could see.

Bellamy flipped the book open and stared down at his own grinning face. He didn't know which to be more amazed by: how good Clarke was at art or the fact that she had drawn him. Bellamy sat down on the bed and pulled the book into his lap. Part of him knew it was invading her privacy but as he went through the pages, the only thought in his mind was that Clarke had drawn him.

There were pictures of him frowning, of him in mid- conversation and when he was thinking. Bellamy's favourite was still the one of him smiling, the drawing's eyes staring directly out at the page. She had drawn the moments when he had smiled at her.

"You know, some people would call that rude."

Bellamy jumped and looked up to see Clarke standing in the doorway. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and thick socks on her feet.

"You should be in bed," Bellamy shot back but Clarke rolled her eyes.

"I'll be fine for a few minutes." She sat down beside him on the bed and made no move to take the book from him. That made Bellamy feel even more awkward.

"I saw the sketch sticking out and I just...I thought you said people were hard to draw."

Clarke shrugged; the blanket sliding against his sleeve. "It takes more time to get all the details."

Bellamy nodded and then said, "You've drawn a lot of me."

"Well you are the person I've been seeing the most of. And your face is nice despite the scowl you have sometimes."

"You're making me blush Princess," he teased and Clarke grinned at him. She stared down at the drawing and used her finger to clean a pencil smudge from the side of it.

"Faces are hard to draw but they are my favourite thing to sketch. People can be so expressive with every feature...when you smile, for instance. I guess that answers your question from earlier."

Bellamy mulled over that thought for a moment before asking, "Faces are your favourite thing or my face in particular?"

Clarke pursed her lips and met his stare. "I'll let you know."

Bellamy swallowed, suddenly very aware of their legs pressed together and how close she was to him. His eyes darted to her lips and then back up. She raised an eyebrow and he shrugged.

"Your lips aren't blue anymore."

Clarke smiled, "I'm glad you've been paying attention."

Oh, he was so in over his head.

A small sound etched its way into his hearing and Bellamy turned away from Clarke. "What the hell is that?" he said, staring at the window. She looked with him and a moment later, the glass in her window cracked.

It was loud and they both jumped, Bellamy reaching over to cover Clarke. "What the hell?!" Bellamy exclaimed as he hurried over to the window pane, the glass crunching beneath his feet.

"The window got cracked the day of the snowball fight and I guess the cold made it splinter," Clarke exclaimed.

Bellamy looked through the empty pane and felt the cold wind rush in. He immediately turned back to Clarke and pointed to the door. "Go back to my room and stay in bed; you can't get cold again so soon."

She agreed without a fight because she was shivering already. Bellamy sighed and carefully knocked out the rest of the glass so that it didn't cut someone. He heard footsteps behind him and Octavia's voice suddenly said, "I knew that window would break! She's going to be freezing."

Bellamy shook his head and stepped over the glass again. "There is no way Clarke's staying in here after what she went through. She can stay in my room until we can get more glass."

Octavia stuffed her fingers into her pockets to keep out the cold. "And where will you stay? No one can sleep in here."

Bellamy had an immediate answer to that and Octavia picked up on it pretty quickly. "Really? Yah, 'cause that's going to end well."

"O, don't start-."

"Start on what? The fact that you think that it's a sensible idea to share a bed with the girl you clearly have feelings for?"

Bellamy let out a scoff but Octavia stepped forward and he knew that she was getting serious.

"I know you Bell. I see the way you look at her, even if you're telling yourself that you're unsure. This had been brewing for the past three months."

Bellamy just shook his head. "I'll sleep on the floor, its fine O. Now, go see if Clarke's ok and I'll find some wood to board this up for now."

He really hoped that was the last on the subject but his sister was too much like him sometimes: very stubborn.


The window was closed up, supplies were found to make a new one and Bellamy successfully avoided his room all evening. He had spent time cleaning up the glass and making the rounds of camp; all in the hope that Clarke would be asleep by the time he got to bed.

Octavia had told her of their sleeping arrangements so he expected there to be blankets and a pillow on the floor for him. He took off his boots as he came in the house so not to wake anyone. He shook off his jacket and carefully opened the door to his room. He slipped inside and saw Clarke curled up on one side of the bed. He stared at her for a moment and then placed his things on the trunk. Looking around, Bellamy couldn't see any extra things set out for him. Had Octavia forgotten?

"Bellamy?" Clarke mumbled.

He stared at her again, her eyes still closed. "Get into the bed," she said but he didn't move.

"Uh..."

"Bellamy I am too exhausted to argue and you are not sleeping on the floor so get in the bed."

Part of him said to say away, to run. But despite this, Bellamy pulled back the covers and settled down. He put his hands behind his head and stared up and the ceiling. They were silent but it was comfortable, easy.

"I haven't thanked you for helping me at the lake," Clarke whispered, "So...thank you."

"Anytime Princess," he replied, "Although my jacket is soaked through."

"Sorry about that."

Bellamy turned his head to look at her, the covers pulled up to her chin. She looked warm and content. In his bed. With him. Not with him, with him; but he was present so...

Bellamy turned back to stare at the ceiling before closing his eyes. This could work, he could handle this.

"Goodnight Bellamy," Clarke said, the pillows already starting to smell like her.

"Goodnight Clarke."

There was no way he could handle this.


The Ark Camp had survived the winter, barely. Abby had been rushed off her feet healing people and her worry about Clarke did not make things easier. They had finally cleared away the remaining snow and ice but the tough search for supplies would strain their few hunters.

Abby was just thankful that Diana had been busy too and had not noticed that the orphans were staying in Abby's section. But now, as the spring was creeping its way back into the world, Abby needed her attention.

She had grabbed Kane and Finn and the three of them barged into Diana's quarters one evening right before the curfew would start. The woman looked unimpressed to see them as she sat in a chair by her own private fire.

"There better be a good reason why you've stormed your way in here-or else my guards will have to escort you out."

"It's about Clarke, Diana," Kane said softly, hoping that Abby would keep her temper.

"Ah yes, her. Have you finally accepted that she's been kidnapped?" Diana looked over at Finn. "I'm surprised you bought that "helping others" crap they obviously made her tell you."

Finn frowned and spoke up. "It didn't seem like they "made" her say anything. Clarke was fine when I saw her-outside the gates."

"Well, clearly things have changed. She's been gone three months and we haven't heard anything from her. I am assuming you are here to take action finally."

Kane grasped Abby's hand, partially for support but mostly to make sure she didn't attack Diana. Abby took in a breath and raised her chin. "If you can help me get my daughter back I would be eternally grateful. Do you know how we can rescue her?"

Diana smiled like a cat, her teeth glinting in the dim light. "I might have a few ideas; leave it with me and I will make sure that Clarke is brought back to where she belongs."

Kane was the first to move and he had to pull Abby out of the room. Finn trailed after them but as soon as they were out of earshot, he hissed, "That was way too easy."

"She's been waiting," Abby whispered, "She's planning something and she's been waiting for us to come begging for her help as an excuse. What have we done?"

Kane didn't know how to answer her. Instead he just squeezed her hand again and hoped that Clarke was safe. Or else Abby would show no mercy.