Bellamy shot up and ran out of the tent with Miller on his tail and a Stay here thrown over his shoulder at the girls. He yanked a gun out of someones hand as they ran, pumping it into action. He caught up with the guard that had warned him, Stewart or Stan or something like that. Bellamy cursed himself at his ignorance. If he was going to be a leader, he had to know his people.

"Hey!" He shouted. "How many Grounders?"

The guard looked over his shoulder as he ran. "Just one. He looks like he's surrendering or something." His brow furrowed. " He looks really familiar too."

Bellamy shared a glance with Miller. Only one Grounder? Why would he be surrendering?

They were nearing the wall quickly and the guard started to separate before Bellamy gripped his arm tightly, stopping him in his tracks. "What's your name?" He asked.

The guard narrowed his eyes for a moment in suspicion. "Sam." He said finally.

Bellamy nodded. "Thanks for, uh, warning me." He said, awkwardly gripping his neck with his hand out of habit.

Sam looked at Miller in confusion. "Uh, ya sure no problem." He said, before turning his back and returning to his post.

Miller smirked at Bellamy knowingly. "Clarke is rubbing off on you." He pointed.

Bellamy scowled and shoved Milller with the butt of his gun. "Shut up Miller."

Bellamy began to climb to the top of the wall cautiously. It was rickety and unsteady in parts, and the last thing he needed was to take a tumble to the ground in front of everyone. He could hear Miller cursing behind him at the shoddy workmanship.

"Give the word when you want us to take out this Grounder scum, Bellamy." Someone called out.

Bellamy raised up a hand in warning. "Wait." He called. He neared the top of the wall and stood over, looking down. The sight greeting him was shocking, and he gasped.

Octavia waited a moment after her brother fled the tent before standing up and grabbing Clarke. "Screw him. Lets go check it out."

Clarke stood with the help of Octavia on shaky legs. "Bellamy said stay here." She said quietly.

Octavia shook her head. "So? Since when do we ever do what he says?"

Clarke leaned heavily on Octavia and huffed. Her legs were weak and tired, and she already knew it would be a few days before she would be independent and back on her feet. She scowled to herself. She hated relying on other people. "Since I was attacked and Raven was killed." She said icily.

Octavia stiffened. Her arm was wound around Clarke's waist, holding her up and she momentarily let her sag against her before regaining her grip and holding her higher. "What happened was a terrible thing that no one could've predicted." She whispered sadly. "But we can't be afraid to go out again. We need to put it behind us and get back on our feet, you literally." She smiled.

Clarke hesitated before smiling back and taking a tentative step forward toward the entrance of the tent. Octavia was right. She needed to get back up and resume her duties and responsibilities. She couldn't be afraid of the worst possible outcome. As she walked, she swallowed down her feelings and left herself numb. Now was not the time to be afraid, to be crushed by Ravens death. Dont think, just walk, she repeated to herself over and over again. Dont think, just walk. Her legs burned and cramped, but wasn't as bad as she thought they would be.

Maybe it won't be so terrible in the end.

Octavia led her out of the tent and into the sunshine, supporting her the whole time and whispering encouraging words in her ear. Clarke let her lead her toward the wall and the ensuing ruckus.

"Why are you helping me?" Clarke asked. "I actually thought you hated me." She confessed, face burning.

Octavia shook her head. "I never hated you, I was just cautious. I could tell Bellamy was taking an affinity to you and the feelings were mutual." She paused. "I guess I might've been a little jealous of you and a little apprehensive."

Clarke widened her eyes in surprise. "Why would you be jealous of me?"

Octavia chuckled. "For my whole life, I was the only woman in Bellamy's life. Then suddenly, he was finding excuses to be around you. He would go bug you or annoy you just to be there with you." She laughed. "And because he knew you hated it." Clarke chuckled at that.

"Then you got hurt and he never left your side. He was there day and night, watching over you." She said. "He worried incessantly about you, always making sure you were warm and had enough blankets. He forgot his responsibilities to be there beside you." She remembered. "He's only did that for one person before,me, whom he loves with all his heart." She exaggerated. Clarke laughed at her tone. Octavia sent her a warm look and a smile. "That's when I knew that he really cares about you, and I should give you a chance."

Clarke returned her smile. "Thankyou."

Octavia nodded as they neared the wall. "And I know you need a friend right now and I'm here for you." She added quietly.

Clarke swallowed. Dont think, just walk dont think just walk dont think just walk….

As they got up to the wall, voices sounded off at once and created a loud, confusing chaos. The whole wall was up in arms, arguing animatedly with each other. Bellamy's voice was the loudest, cutting through the white noise like a sword through butter.

"He saved my life, back off!" He shouted, swiveling his head around to address the whole structure. "Everyone put your guns down, now!"

"No way, he's a grounder! They killed Raven!"

"He could be leading more to us right now!"

"EVERYBODY DO WHAT HE SAYS!" Bellowed Miller. The whole wall stilled, shocked. Miller was a quiet, unspoken man. Noone had ever heard him yell like that before. The arguers exchanged wary looks before laying down their arms and giving their attention to Bellamy.

Bellamy sent a surprised look at his second in command. "Thanks Miller." He said.

Miller looked smug. "No problem."

"Bell, what's going on?" Octavia yelled up to her brother.

Bellamy spun around to look down at his sister. He scowled. "I thought I told you to stay in the tent."

Octavia shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "Like that was gonna stop me." She said dryly.

"Clarke needs her rest, Octavia."

"Bellamy just tell us what's happening." Clarke called. Bellamy visibly softened and Octavia smirked.

"I need to keep you around more often." She whispered in Clarke's ear.

Bellamy turned back to Miller with a sigh. "Open the gate and let him in."

Miller nodded and compiled as Bellamy began the climb down the wall quickly, moving to stand beside Clarke once his feet were on solid ground. He took over Octavia's duty of keeping her upright and wound an arm around her waist and pulled her to him tightly. Clarke exchanged hands and gladly leaned into his hard chest, missing his touch already. Bellamy rubbed her back soothingly and kissed the top of her head ,watching as the gates slowly opened, revealing who was standing on the other side.

Abby ran through the corridor, banging on doors and shouting at the top of her lungs. The alarm was sounding off as she ran, fueling her sprint through the Ark.

"Get up!" She shouted. "Everyone up and out of their rooms!"

Most everybody was already up, standing around awkwardly in their nightclothes and confused expressions. Abby beat on the doors anyway, lest anyone be left behind.

"Go to Arcadia deck. Go to Arcadia deck. Go to Arcadia deck…" The loudspeaker droned on and on, giving directions to the people of the Ark. Great masses of people shuffled along towards Arcadia, some bored, some clutching their loved ones tightly.

"Abby!" Cain caught up to Abby and grabbed her hand to slow her run. "Its time to get to the deck."

Abby shook her head. "Not everyone is out of their rooms."

"Please Abby." He urged. "You need a good place to be on the way down. I'll finish up here." He said.

Abby began to shake her head before Cain interrupted her. "Go, Abby, now. Jackson has the medical supplies packed and strapped in. Find him, he knows where to sit." He said shoving her off in the right direction.

Abby ran off, fuming. She knew Cain was right, at least a little. She couldn't forget her duties as chief medical officer. She needed to make sure then double make sure that all her supplies were packed and ready to go. They had no time for mistakes.

Abby rounded the corner of Arcadia deck and didn't slow her pace. She pushed through the mass of bodies, muttering apologies and excuses the whole while. She shouted for Jackson over the noise of voices and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard his stressed shout. She made her way over to him quickly.

"Dr. Griffin, what's happening?" He panicked.

Abby ignored him. "Are all the supplies packed correctly?"

Jackson nodded. "I moved everything I could. It's all packed away in a storage room."

"Good job."

"What is going on?" He asked again, gripping her arm tightly.

"The thrusters are failing. In a few hours the Ark will be sucked back into Earth's gravitational field. Were closing the window by three hours to be as close to the 100 as possible." She breathed.

"What?"

"Were going to the ground Jackson." Abby said. "The ride down might be a little rough so I need you to be alert and when we get there make sure you can patch people up." Abby spoke in a great hurry, occasionally rising up to her tip toes to look over the crowds heads for Cain, who still wasn't back yet.

Jackson swept a look around the room. People were packed in, almost shoulder to shoulder, standing too close to each other to be comfortable or safe. He swallowed, suddenly glad that we would be making the trip surrounded by his supplies.

"Abby." Wick pushed through the people to get closer to the doctor in a huff. "Were ready. Jaha will explain what is happening then we'll blast off."

"No! Cain isn't back yet!" Abby urged. "Someone needs to find him!"

A hand placed itself on Abby shoulder and squeezed. Cain leaned in close to be heard over the chaos. "Im here Abby."

Abby internally relaxed. Now we can go. She turned around to face Cain in relief. "Where have you been? Knocking on doors doesn't take that long." She accused.

Cain stiffened for a moment. "I got held up."

Abby raised an eyebrow. "You got held-"

"Attention Ark residents." Abby was interrupted by Chancellor Jaha over the loudspeaker. "I know the hour is late and the summoning unusual. This is an emergency of the utmost importance and delicacy,and I advise you to remain calm and collected as I explain the situation."

"Thelonious always had a way with words." Cain muttered.

"The Ark thrusters that hold us in space are failing. We will soon be captured again by the Earth's gravity and pulled back to the surface, somewhere near the hundred."

Chaos. Even more chaos than was before.

The crowd erupted in an excited frenzy, talking and yelling to each other in loud volumes. Some tried to escape the deck, and were pushed back by the guards. Jaha struggled to regain attention.

"Please, stay calm." He pleaded. "The journey will be rough and dangerous, but I assure you we will make it."

It didn't matter what Jaha said, noone heard him. Yells and shouts of protest drowned out his voice, just adding to the white noise.

"What about the dropships?"

"We weren't informed of this!"

"It isn't safe!"

One voice stuck out among the crowd to Abby. What about the dropships?

She gripped Cains shoulder and brought him down to eye level. "What about the dropships?" She shouted.

Cain looked confused. "What about them?"

"We can load some people onto them to clear some space on the deck. It will be safer and more efficient."

Cain hesitated. "The dropships aren't ready. Im not sure we could get them prepped in time for launch."

Abby turned around in dismay, looking for Wick. She turned a full circle, and there was no sign of him. She turned back to Cain with fire in her eyes.

"You go left, I go right. We're gonna find Wick."

The gates opened with a smooth efficiency, and soon revealed the man standing on the other side, alone and unarmed. He stood alert and strong, with his face blank and unyielding, giving nothing away.

Octavia gasped loudly at the sight, something she never thought she would see again.

"Lincoln!" She cried, but didn't waver from her solid point beside her brother and Clarke. Maybe it was the shock.

Clarke breathed in quietly and stiffened at Bellamy's side. She gripped his shirt in the hand that was around his waist and looked at him in shock.

"Bellamy?" She only asked lowly.

Bellamy looked down at her and gave her a reassuring kiss on the forehead. "Trust me on this." He said. "I would never have let him in if I thought something was wrong." He passed Clarke back to Octavia without a word and went to receive his guest.

"Octavia?" Clarke asked in surprise as she wordlessly held her up. "Are you okay?"

Octavia's mouth was wide open in shock. "I helped him escape from here." She breathed. "And now he's back." She said. Clarke wasn't sure if it was out of anger or disbelief, probably some of both. She was a Blake after all.

"Lincoln." Bellamy walked to the Grounder and extended his hand firmly. Lincoln hesitated, then gripped it hard and pumped twice. "What are you doing here?" Bellamy asked.

Lincoln winced as his arm returned to his side. He was suddenly hyper aware of every eye in camp trained on him, and a few guns also. He swallowed uncomfortably and flitted his eyes around the camp before beginning. "Im here to warn you." He said.

Bellamy crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "Warn me of what?"

Lincoln shook his head. "No, not warn you. "He pointed to the blonde standing beside Octavia. "Im here to warn her."

Clarke blanched. "Warn me? Why?"

Bellamy walked over to retrieve Clarke and held her tightly at his chest as he talked to Lincoln. "Warn her of what?" He asked lowly.

"Anya isn't happy. Four of her best scouts were killed the day of the attack." He began.

"Four of her scouts?" Bellamy raised an eyebrow. "Not four of our scouts?"

Lincoln rolled his eyes. "I think its obvious to them were my allegiance lies. They basically kicked me out of the tribe. I helped the enemy when I should have hurt him."

"And I am grateful for it." Bellamy grunted.

Clarke had been looking around in confusion the whole conversation and decided to speak up. "What are you two talking about?" She groaned. She looked at Bellamy in anger for leaving her out. "Why are you suddenly trusting this grounder that I watched you torture?" She asked incredulously. "And how did he save your life?"

Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "You didnt tell her?"

Bellamy sighed. "She's only been awake for half an hour and she can barely stand by herself. I was gonna let her rest before I plunged into it." He said dryly.

Clarke narrowed her eyes." Tell me what?"

Bellamy sighed, then began his story.

"Do it." Bellamy spit. He looked down at the arrowhead held dangerously close to this throat. "Just do it." He sneered.

"My pleasure." The grounder smiled, his broken and black teeth showing in his wide face.

Bellamy nodded and relaxed against his captors. He hoped it would be quick. He closed his eyes as a single tear escaped his ducts.

Goodbye Octavia…

...I love you Clarke…

Thunk-thunk!

The pressure against Bellamy's throat was suddenly released and the weight on the his legs rolled off. Bellamy opened one eye in suspicion. Arrows were plunged in the hearts of the two Grounders keeping his hostage and they lay limp and stiff on the ground at his feet. Bellamy had both eyes opened now and rose up from the ground into a sitting position. He looked around the tree line in caution. Whoever killed those grounders are still out there, he thought. He grabbed a dagger from one of the dead and rose to his feet slowly.

"Bellamy."

Bellamy swung around, dagger held out in a threatening position. A figure walked around the shadows, hands up in surrender.

"I'm not here to hurt you."

"Who are you?" Bellamy called out.

"My name is Lincoln."

"Lincoln?" Bellamy spat. "Nice try, I don't know anyone named Lincoln. Come out where I can see your face." He yelled.

"Promise not to stick me with the pointy end of your dagger there and I will."

Bellamy tightened his grip on his stolen weapon. "No promises."

The figure sighed. "Thats what I thought." A pause. "Ok, Im coming out, remember that I just saved your life." He warned.

Bellamy stepped back, putting ample distance between him and the stranger. He kept his weapon out in front of him, ready for an attack."Come on out."

Lincoln stepped out from the shadows and into the light, giving Bellamy a full view of who he was.

"Grounder?" Bellamy swore. "What are you doing here?"

"You're not the only one who heard Clarke scream." He said lowly. "The whole tribe is out looking for them."

Bellamy rubbed a hand over his face. "I've noticed." He gestured to the dead grounders at his feet. "Friends of yours?"

"Not anymore."

Bellamy nodded and turned to leave. "Im grateful for what you did, really I am, but I have more important things to do than stand around the watercooler and talk about old times, so if you'll excuse me-"

"I'm coming with you."

"No you're not." Bellamy sneered, turning back around. "Don't think I've forgotten about what you did to Octavia."

"I saved her life!" LIncoln protested.

"No, you kidnapped her."

"That wasn't me." Lincoln said earnestly. Suddenly, the war drums doubled in volume and rhythm. Lincoln stiffened. "We dont have much time. Let me come with you, I can help." He urged.

Bellamy swore under his breath and rubbed his neck. He didn't like the idea of this grounder coming with him any more than he did Octavias cooking. He kidnapped him and beat information out of him, and he most likely had a vendetta against Bellamy.

But of course, most people don't respond well to torture.

Bellamy sneaked a peak at Lincoln underneath his eyelashes. His whole body was covered in fur and probably had more hidden knives than he could count. He was bigger than Bellamy by a whole foot and could probably take him down without a second thought. Then again, he could also take down grounders without a second thought...

Bellamy threw up his hands. "Fine! You can come!" He growled and pointed his finger at his chest. "But you're leading the way so I can see you."

Lincoln nodded and began to run in the right direction. "This way. We have to hurry."

Bellamy tightened his grip on his dagger and followed, hoping he made the right decision.

Bellamy ran closely behind Lincoln, shadowing his every footstep. Lincoln jumped, then he jumped. They were one in the same as they flew through the forest at breakneck speeds. Lincoln seemed to know exactly where he was going. Which log was unjumpable, which path was clear of thorns. Bellamy would never admit it out loud, but he was suddenly glad he brought the grounder along with him after all.

Lincoln suddenly slowed, causing Bellamy to ram into his back forcefully. They both stumbled, but remained upright.

"Why are we stopping?" Bellamy snapped. He was covered in sweat, his heart threatened to jump out of his chest, and his legs were traded in for jelly sticks. He ignored his hurts and walked around to face Lincoln angrily. "Clarke is still out there."

"The entire tribe is covering the area." Lincoln sighed. "Well be spotted soon, then captured and killed." He gave Bellamy a sorrowful look as he gazed out over the horizon. "Still want to do this?"

Bellamy looked towards to trees. Little black dots spotted the area, and more were coming up from the south. Each dot held a massive weapon in each hand and combed the ground, looking and searching. "Hell ya." Bellamy said without hesitation.

They slashed and ran and tackled, taking down each foe as they presented themselves. Lincoln took them down with a lightning fast arrow to the chest, while Bellamy cut and stabbed with his dagger. They hid and crouched down when they were outnumbered and jumped and screamed when they werent. They until they couldn't, then ran some more after that. Finally, they came upon a red jacket and blonde hair, each laying facedown in the dirt.

"Clarke." cried Bellamy. He slid over to his princess and gently rolled her over onto her back. She had a small wound on her forehead, bleeding steadily, and dirt covered her small nose. Bellamy tentatively slid a finger below her jawline and waited.

thump…..thump…..thump….thump…..

"Shes alive!" He cried over his shoulder. Lincoln was kneeling down on one knee beside Raven, hands busy with a tourniquet at her leg.

"She won't be for long." Lincoln muttered. He fastened a thick piece of fur to Raven's wound and hefted her over his shoulder. "We need to move before more of my tribe shows up."

Bellamy nodded and carefully slid her into his arms with her head nestled at his shoulder and her knees hung over his elbows as he stood. Clarke moaned.

Bellamy fixed a gaze on Lincoln. "Thankyou." He said. And he meant it. He would be in the same position as the girls, or worse, without him. His sincerity shone through his voice and Lincoln nodded.

"Dont thank me yet. Lets get back to camp."

They ran.

Clarke stiffened at Bellamys words. They had found Raven alive, lying beside her as she drifted in and out of conciseness. She was alone and hurt, and Clarke was out because of a head wound? While Raven had a hole in her thigh and a broken nose? Tears threaten to spill from her eyes and Clarke angrily blinked them away.Dont think dont think dont think…..

During Bellamy's speech, Octavia had wandered over to stand by her brothers side, glancing at Lincoln every now and then and shamefully looking away when he caught her. "What was Clarke's message?" She whispered.

Lincoln ducked his head. "Anya is coming. She is preparing an army as we speak." He said. "There's not much time."

"Time until what?" Breathed Clarke.

"Until war."

Clarke swallowed uncomfortably. She knew that if it came to war, they would all be slaughtered. Bellamy's arms tightened around her and he kissed the top of her head soothingly. "We'll be ready when the time comes." He said.

Clarke ripped herself from Bellamy's arms. "No!" She shouted. Miller jumped at her sudden outburst. "We can't go to war! We'll be slaughtered as we stand!"

"What other choice do we have?" Bellamy raised an eyebrow in question. "Surrender? I dont think so." He scoffed.

"If it means surviving, yes." Clarke said stubbornly. "We aren't ready for war."

"We'll be ready."

"There is another option." Lincoln said uncomfortably. "There is an abandoned settlement by the sea. It will be safe to relocate there. I can show you the way."

"Relocate? No way!" Bellamy yelled. "This place is ours!"

"How far?" Clarke ignored Bellamy.

"Clarke!?"

"About a ten day walk. The journey is long and hard, but its worth it if it means saving lives." Lincoln replied.

Clarke looked to Bellamy. His eyes were wide in surprise and disbelief, searching Clarke's face for truth."You want to move the whole camp?" He breathed. "Clarke, we can win. We can do this." He urged.

Clarke shook her head. "You know we can't." She whispered. "We're severely outnumbered. We won't survive war."

"So were gonna run away with our tail between our legs?" Bellamy snapped.

"Yes!" Clarke shouted. "I dont care how it looks! We will move, and we will survive."

"I agree with Clarke." Octavia interjected. "Going to war isn't worth it."

"Octavia." Bellamy sighed.

"Bellamy." Miller placed a hand on his friends shoulder softly from behind. "Its for the good of the camp."

Bellamy sighed loudly. He out a hand over his face and breathed in deep once more and slowly let it out. He removed his hand and stared at Clarke. "You really think we can move the whole camp? And walk for ten days? You want to completely start over?"

Clarke nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, kissing his cheek slowly. "Together, we can do anything." She said. Bellamy relaxed at her touch and leaned his forehead down to hers.

"I hope you know what we're doing." He said softly. "We're not only leaving the safety of the dropship, but we're leaving the Ark behind too. They won't know where we went."

Clarke nodded and smiled up at him. "Lets take it one day at a time." She suggested.

Bellamy smirked and placed his lips on hers, moving slowly with her as they stood together, forgetting all about the camp,forgetting about Raven, forgetting about headaches and stomach cramps. They melted into each other as they sealed the pact, wrapping the other one tightly in their arms.

They finally broke off at the sound of an obnoxious clearing throat. Octavia stood with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised at the sight of them. "So whats the plan?" She asked.

Bellamy looked to his second in command. "Get the camp ready and packed. We leave in two days."

Im sorry you guys. :/ I know I sometimes take a while to update. Probably longer than some of the other stories you follow. (Actually yes, longer than some of the other stories you follow-no probably about it) Im just tired I suppose. This series drains me! I never thought about the effort it takes to put forward quality chapters every week! I am very grateful for those of you who have stuck with me since the beginning and have stayed with me and have remained constant in reviewing and sending me kind messages. :) I love you all so much, thankyou.

(Of course I could rush my updates but then it would all be a terrible mess of terribleness and I don't think anyone wants that. Im still not even 100% happy with this one but oh well.)

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