11. Does That Mean You Trust Me?

When they finally reached the bunker, Clarke opened the hatch and they quickly leaped down the hole inside and the locked it shut. The bunker was covered in darkness and he could barely see what was right in front of him until she lit up one of the lanterns, which thankfully lit up most of the room. Bellamy carefully laid Charlotte's sleeping body on the makeshift bed, meanwhile Clarke found her own little corner in the bunker and sat down and it didn't take long before he sat down next to her in silence. They didn't look or talk to each other, but both carefully turned their gaze at Charlotte once in a while to make sure she was all right. The tension between them was awkward and simply uncomfortable and he didn't even understand why. He had been raised in a household that consisted in just women, so was it suddenly so weird for him to be alone with the blonde princess?

"What is going on out there? What did that sound mean?" Bellamy finally asked, tired of this tension and being stuck with all those unanswered questions in his head. Clarke turned her gaze away from Charlotte and turned to look at him for a second before her eyes fell down to the floor.

"Acid Fog," Clarke said simply. Bellamy's eyebrow raised her answer, since those words didn't explain anything to him. So he nodded his head, signaling that he wanted her to continue. "It is a poisonous gas and before you begin to jump to conclusions, it isn't the Grounders doing. The Grounders have a warning system where they blow a horn to alert others in the area, which is what we heard in the forest earlier."

That still didn't explain who released the gas or why they did it, but he began to realize that now there wasn't just exposure to radiation and grounders he needed to worry about, there obviously someone else other there that even the grounders considered to be a bigger threat.

"Will the others be all right?" Bellamy asked, even though he was pretty sure he regretted the question. Clarke nodded and assured him as long as they found some place safe they all should be all right. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and then he thought back on this unknown threat that even the grounders were cautious about. He wanted to ask her if she knew who this unknown enemy was, but decided against it when she saw her face turn into a mixture between coldness and pure anger. Whatever this enemy was the princess had apparently had a very bad experience with them and he feared what could happen if he asked her right then, so he stayed quiet, but that didn't mean he didn't stop asking questions.

"So you are not associated with the grounders?" Bellamy asked nonchalant. His arms lifted and went behind to support his head like a pillow. Clarke's scary face turned calm and she shook her head.

"No," Clarke said. "I'm not affiliated with grounders, but there is a peace treaty between us. However the treaty is more a formality, where we make use of each other's expertise like my medical assistance and their earthly knowledge. But that is as far as the relationship goes, since the grounders tolerate and ignore my existence, so I'm on my own really."

"If the grounders don't really care about you, then why did you save the grounder we captured?" Bellamy said with curiosity. Of course he wanted to ask her more about her background, but right now he needed as much information about the present that could help the future.

"He is the only exception," Clarke said sternly. "Lincoln is the only grounder who cares about me. I would do anything for him the same way he would do to me."

Hearing that the grounder had an intimate relationship with her made his angry. He couldn't explain it; he didn't like the thought that the princess had special relationship with a man. The feeling felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time that it literally drove him crazy.

"Your boyfriend?" Bellamy tried to say coolly. He tried to smirk about it, but somewhere along the way this feeling slipped up. It must have shown clearly on his face since she looked at him confused with her head tilted to the side.

"Heavens-no!" Clarke exclaimed. She realized her voice had been raised very loud, so she quickly took a glance Charlotte, who was still thankfully asleep, before she continued with a lower voice. "We are close friends. I consider him as an older brother while he sees me as a younger sister. Nothing romantic about it, so don't get any ideas."

That last comment struck him like lightning. He might not be able to explain these crazy feeling he was feeling towards the princess, but why would the princess say something like that? Neither of them had showed particularly trust towards each other. They weren't friends, allies or anything, so why did he seem so fixated on her and felt this pull to have her closer to him?

They stared at each other, blue eyes meeting brown eyes, and were just lost in each other's eyes. She really did have the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. The same color of the sky, he thought. However he could see behind those eyes lied something heavy and almost haunting inside. It was the kind of sight he didn't expect on finding in an eighteen-year-old, there was no trace of the young innocence he still found in his sister despite everything that had happened to her. And for some reason he felt this desperate need to comfort her and reassure her that everything was going to be all right, something was totally out of character even for him, but it felt so right to say it to her. Without even realizing what he was doing, his right hand began reaching out in order to touch her cheek and caress it. She took notice on what he was about to do; yet she didn't try to pull away or break the connection between them. At first, that is. Something flashed in her eyes and then looked at him, but this like she was truly realizing what was going on and she said hoarsely, "I think it is safe to go out now."

Then she quickly got up and walked up the latter and opened the hatch slightly in order to reassure everything was clear. When she confirmed it was safe she quickly got out of the bunker, leaving him stunned by her, but more importantly feeling stood up.


Clarke could barely keep her heart in control. It was throbbing like crazy, overpowering her ears and causing her cheeks turning red. It was crazy she didn't know the man. Hell, she didn't even trust him enough to tell him or anyone who she really was because she wanted to throw away that part of her life. After making a mistake in the love department, she wasn't about to try and do it again to someone she barely knew or rather someone she wasn't sure she even liked. Bellamy was an infuriating person to deal with and honestly not someone she would even consider having a love connection to. Yet here she was acting like a lovesick teenager after just staring into said guy's eyes and almost getting touched by him. She shook her head as she continued walking ahead with Bellamy and Charlotte behind her. She has to be more careful in the future (or at least if there was a future), there couldn't be a repeated incident like this again. She wouldn't allow it, not now not ever, especially with Bellamy Blake.

They continued to walk back towards the camp in insufferable silence, but the tension became even more awkward when Bellamy was walking beside her with Charlotte in his arms. His face could be described as, for obvious reasons, pissed off and she wasn't about to comment on it, so she pretended she didn't see anything and only looked straight up ahead. When they came to clearing they saw the group of hunters from earlier standing surrounded at one spot. But what brought concern to both she and Bellamy was their facial expressions. Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. They ran over to see what was going on and wasn't prepared for the sight in front of them. It was guy with short black hair, blue eyes and was pretty muscular and fit, but it was the coughing and the slightly burned skin that caught everyone's attention. He was a victim to the exposure of acid fog and from the looks of it; he had been exposed to a lot of it. And based on what the other kids told him, there had been at least two others who had been exposed and was currently dead.

"Everyone get back to camp," Bellamy ordered. He handed over Charlotte's sleeping body to one of the other hunters. Everyone was reluctant and overall concerned about leaving their friend in his state, but they knew there wasn't much they could do either. So they all left, leaving only her and Bellamy behind.

"Can you save him?" Bellamy asked forced. Clarke examined him, but only noticed what she already suspected. He had been exposed to too much acid fog and was reaching the finally stages, which was even more painful than death itself. She shook her head, her eyes was getting wet as she knew that she couldn't save this person despite her biggest wish she could do it. Bellamy's shoulders fell as he stood over what seemed to be a friend of his with a sad and upset expression. The guy hoarsely begged for someone to end his life, but his eyes were mainly fixated on Bellamy. However she could clearly see that Bellamy couldn't do it, rather that he didn't want to kill his friend with his own hands even if it was to stop his suffering.

"Okay, I will help you," Her voice was sad, but so strong and gentle she was almost surprised her willingness to do what he was asking her to do. She turned up to look at Bellamy, mentally asking him for his knife, since they had taken away her knife and medical bag before they had imprisoned and they haven't given it back to her yet. He looked sort of unsure to give her a weapon, but he did it anyways and handed over his knife, which she took gracefully. Then she got down on her knees and began humming the same hum she used to calm Charlotte down. The boy paralyzed and couldn't move an inch, but he relaxed by her careful touches and calm voice. She caressed his hair dark hair before her hand slide down to his check, while the knife in the other hand was positioned close to his neck. And in an instant moment she pierced the knife straight into his neck. Blood flowed out of the wound and it didn't take long before he was lying there dead next to her. When she turned up to look at Bellamy, who was staring at her with disbelief like he couldn't believe what she had just done.

"I…." Clarke began saying, but her words were stuck. She had just killed his friend, and even though he had asked her to do it, doesn't exactly mean it would have been okay with Bellamy. But if that was the case why did he give her the knife? She got back on her feet and handed over his knife. He stared at the knife for a moment before he grabbed it and put it back in the cover and into his pocket.

"We should head back camp," Bellamy said quietly. Clarke nodded and took one last look at the dead person on the ground. And he answered the unvoiced question. "I will give him and the others a proper burial in the morning. Right now I need to check up with the other kids and make sure my sister is safe and alive."

"What will you do with me?" Asking the question that has been hanging on her shoulders since she had been captured. She didn't want to hang on that think thread any longer. She needed to know where her fate lied at this moment.

"You are on probation for now," Bellamy answered tiredly. She was shocked by his response; she thought that he had already decided to kill her. Of course she was thankful that he hadn't decided to kill her, but she couldn't help wonder why. "As long as you follow my lead and don't piss me off then we shouldn't have any trouble."

"Does that mean you trust me?" Clarke asked surprised. Bellamy began walking away in the direction of the camp. His back was towards her, but she heard the husky reply loud and clearly.

"We will see, Princess," Bellamy said. "Now hurry up."

Clarke hid the smile that was appearing on her face and began following after him. Maybe he had given her the chance to finally have a place she truly belonged with and if that was the case then she wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

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Thanks again for the amazing response. I know I have left things between Clarke and Bellamy with this insane sexual tension between them, but like in the series they had that tension despite not being friends or even liking each other at a certain point. So I thought it was best to be faithful to that, especially considering that building trust between two people usually takes time. At least it is like that for me.

Anyways hopefully they will grow closer in due time, but I promise a lot of things are going to happen in the meantime so stay put for more.

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