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[NOW]
Clarke wakes up with a terrible headache that she can't even open her eyes. She feels her head pounding against…dirt?
She shakes her head. Bad idea when you have a headache, she thinks between the flashes of pain.
She forces her eyes open and sees only dirt. She blinks several times and tries to move a hand to her head and she can't move it. Something is pressing it down. That's when she realizes she is lying on her chest and her hand is trapped beneath her.
She groans and pushes her body to the side, now lying on her back. From this position she can see trees and a little bit of sky. She finds out its almost night because the darkness starts to fall around her.
She closes her eyes again, taking a few deep breaths and opens them again. The last thing she remembers is running through the green forest and suddenly the ground disappears under her feet.
Clarke wants to bring up a hand and rub her eyes but her hand doesn't obey. She tried to lift her injured hand but the move shot a deadly pain to her shoulder. She cried out and she tried again -for some reason she doesn't know why - but nothing. The fact that she can at least lift it one inch from the ground and that she feels pain, means that it's okay. Maybe it's broken or something.
"Okay, Clarke. Gather yourself up and get out of here." she says to herself and with a sudden thrust she is sitting. Of course she cried out in the process due to her hand but now she keeps it against her chest with the other hand.
She turns her head from side to side but all she can see is dirt. She fell in a hole that nature made through the years. Great, she thinks.
She ripped off a line of clothe from her shirt and uses it as bandage. She ties together the two ends, making a sling. It's too hard to make something like this with only one hand so once she makes its, she throws it around her neck and slips her injured hand inside it.
Now that her hand is supported without using her other hand, she takes a deep breath and stand up. The hole is a decent size, dirt walls and at least two times her height deep.
For a moment she thinks of trying to climb up, but there really aren't any footholds and her hand is not helping either. She wants to punch the dirt because of her anger but she rethinks it. No need to injure both your hands Clarke.
She stares up the hole and tries to hear something, anything. She doesn't remember how long she was walking and talking to herself before she fell. Maybe she is near enough for someone to hear her.
"Help!" she screams and waits for a respond. Nothing.
"Someone, please help!" she tries again, louder this time but again nothing. She wants to try again and again but her throat is dry and every time she forces air out of her lungs, it scratches her inside.
Staring at the trees above her, she takes her good hand and rubs her eyes. Then she lifts it up again to pull some hair out of her face. That's when she comes across a piece of dry blood. She brings her hand back down and sees the blood on it.
"Great." she whispers and wipes the blood on her pants. She sits down on the cold dirt floor and leans against the wall. She sees her hand shiver and in the next moment cold air brushes her body.
She zips her jacket close. Another wave of cold air hits her and Clarke brings her legs against her chest. It's getting night and the nights on Earth are colder than the days. Let's hope someone notices I'm long gone and they will come after me, she thinks and closes her eyes because well, there is nothing else to do.
[6 HOURS AGO]
"Where is Bellamy?" Clarke asks the girl who just walked inside the drop ship.
"By the gate." she answers and push passes Clarke to climb up the ladder.
Clarke doesn't say anything. She is so angry that the only thing she wants to do is punch Bellamy in the face. She walks out of the drop ship and stomps hard against the ground till she reaches him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Clarke shouts, making Bellamy turn to look at her.
He crosses his arms against his chest and turns back to the wall, "Clarke. I'm happy to see you too."
"Stop it." Clarke says and pushes his shoulder to look at her, "I had Miller working on the houses with the others. Why is he working on the wall now?"
Bellamy waits for a moment, "Because I told him." he answers and turns his attention back to the wall, "Guys be careful! This can kill someone!" he tells two kids and lift a large log up.
"Bellamy!" Clarke stops in front of him, "We need to finish the houses. Winter is coming soon and it will get cold!"
Bellamy unfolds his hands from his chest and throws them in the air, "What's the point of keeping us warm if the next moment a puma can attack the camp and kill us?!"
"What's the point of keeping the camp safe and in the next moment we freeze to death?" she snaps back.
They spend a few minutes glaring at each other and then Bellamy speaks, "Well, you can keep yourself warm by the fires but how are you going to defend yourself?"
"We have spears and knives the last time I checked." Clarke tries but she feels like she is losing ground again.
"Last time I checked we needed ten kids to kill the puma that attacked. Do I really have to remind you that?"
"No you don't! I was the one patching them up after." she says and before she can say anything else Bellamy pushes pass her.
"Good. Now let us finish the damn wall." he turns his attention back to the building wall, ignoring Clarke behinds him.
Clarke, on the other hand, won't let him win this fight that easy. She looks at the kids that working on the wall and spots who she needs.
"I want Harper and Monroe." she tells him some time later.
"I want chocolate." Bellamy answers instead, not turning to look at her.
Anger rises inside her with every word he tells her, "I'm serious Bellamy! I-"
"I'm serious too. I had read on books that-"
"Harper! Monroe! Follow me!" Clarke cuts him off and walks away, waving the two girls to follow her.
"Hey, they are not going anywhere! I need them here!" Bellamy stops Clarke by grabbing her wrist. The two girls stop too, looking at each other confused.
Clarke pulls her wrist free, "They are girls, Bellamy! You have the whole camp working on your damn wall! I need them more that you!" she yells and throws her hands in the air.
Some kids were staring at them the whole time but it takes one glare from Bellamy for them to return back to work.
"They are two strong girls actually and that's why I need them here." he says back quietly, not to draw the kids' attention again.
But Clarke doesn't care for the camp now, "Bellamy, I swear to god! If you don't chose two kids to come with me now I will tell my mum you are the reason we didn't finished the houses in time and she will have your head for it!" she yells because well, this can't keep going on for very long.
"Kane will have my head anyway if we don't finish the wall by the time they come down." he yells back because if she wants to play like this, he won't say no.
"Bellamy, come on! I'm working with Jasper, Monty, Finn and Murphy! They don't know a thing about building!" Clarke says quieter this time.
"And Miller does?"
"Yes!" she snaps.
"Okay. Now that I know this, I'm keeping him too." he says and turns back to the wall once again, folding his arms against his chest. "Can you let us work now, Clarke?"
Clarke stares at his back for a minute before she takes a deep breath and storms out of camp. Bellamy catches her in the corner of his eyes and walk behind her.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asks, trying to catch her hand and he misses it.
"For a walk! I need some time alone to calm down!" she snaps at him, ignoring him, trying to stop her.
"You know the rules, Clarke! You're not going anywhere alone!" he keeps following her into the woods.
"Watch me do it!" she yells and Bellamy stops walking. He folds his hands against his chest and stares at Clarke's back.
"Fine! If you get lost, I'm not coming after you!" he yells for her to hear but she doesn't say anything back. He watches her disappear into the woods and then walks back to the camp.
[1 HOUR AGO]
"I'm going after Clarke." he says to Octavia who is cooking a rabbit.
"Wait. What?" the younger Blake, let the rabbit fall to the table and look at her brother, "She is not in the drop ship?"
"No, I searched the whole camp. She is not back yet." Bellamy explain
"Back from where?" Octavia asks curiously. Clarke is her friend after all.
"She went for a walk." he says, "Alone." he continues, rubbing the back of his neck, "Five hours ago." He finally adds.
"And she is not back yet." she repeats his words and Bellamy nods. "Why did she even go out alone? She knows it's dangerous with all those animal out there."
Bellamy turns away from his sister and rub the back of his neck again. "We had a fight and after that she stormed out of camp. I tried to stop her she wouldn't listen to me-"
"I should have guest! It's your fault again." Octavia whispers to herself but loud enough for Bellamy to hear it.
"Hey! It's not my fault!"
"Are you sure?"
"I tried to stop her, okay?! But she is too stubborn to hear anything I say!" his voice something less than a yell.
"Yeah. Whatever." Octavia turns her back to her brother and walks away.
Bellamy follows behinds and stops her with his hands on her shoulder, "Where are you going?"
Octavia shakes Bellamy's hand off her shoulder and turns to him, "To find Clarke. Isn't it why you came to me?"
"No. I came-"
"Well, then that's what I'm going to do now." she snaps and turns to walk away again. But Bellamy grabs her hand. "No. You're not." he says, "You're staying here. I-"
"Like hell I am!"
Bellamy lowers himself to Octavia's level and grabs her by her shoulders, "Please, O. I need you to stay here. I need you to keep an eye on the kids and stay safe." he explains, "Okay?"
She knows that Bellamy did horrible things to keep her safe, things he would never had done if it wasn't for her. Octavia thinks about it and finally nods. "Okay. But if you don't find her, I'm going to kill you." she threatens with a glare at her brother.
Bellamy smiles and takes a step back. "Don't worry. I won't come back without her."
"Good for you." she says and walks back to the cooking area.
Bellamy takes a deep breath and goes to his tent. He grabs his bag and throws inside some nuts and water, rope and clean clothes. He closes the zipper and walks out of his tent. Taking a deep breath he steps out of the camp's half built walls and without saying anything to anyone else, he is going to find Clarke no matter what.
[NOW]
He said he won't come after me, did he mean it? Clarke asks herself. No, he didn't. I'm sure he is already on his way to find me, she answers her question.
It's been half an hour since she woke up and every second that passes the sky is getting darker and the air colder.
He is not coming, Clarke rethinks. He won't come because he is a selfish asshole who only cares about himself and his sister. I'm sure he won't say anything so when he finds me he will have the 'I told you' face.
Clarke? Where the hell are you?! Wait what? Clarke opens her eyes.
"Clarke!" she hears again from far away.
"Help, I'm here!" she yells immediately and stands up.
"Clarke! Where are you?" the voice comes closer and closer. She recognizes the voice immediately. It's Bellamy. He found her.
"Bellamy I'm here! I fell in a hole. Be careful, the ground is unsteady!" she yells. The last thing she need is Bellamy to fall too.
"I can't see you Clarke. Where are you?" Bellamy is getting closer.
"Of course you can't, idiot! I'm four miters under the ground! Stop where you are and listen to me." Bellamy does as she asked and turns his face side to side. "Did you bring a rope with you?" she asks.
"Yes! Clarke where are you? Keep talking I will find you. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asks instead and can't hold himself from keep searching around.
"Yes Bellamy, I'm fine. I just fell in a hole." Clarke lies and Bellamy follows her voice to find her.
"Thank god." he breathes and keeps pushing the bushes away to find Clarke. "Clarke? Keep talking to me so I can find you."
"No, Bellamy waits. Don't move. Tie yourself to a tree before you do anything else. You can't risk falling in a hole like me."
"I will be fine. Just keep talking and-" he stops himself, "There you are!" he says and leans to look inside the hole. His heart skips a beat when he finds Clarke watching him, her hand hanging from her neck and blood on her forehead.
"Hi." Clarke smiles up to him.
"You're fine? You are fine? You don't look like fine Clarke!" he says and steps back, letting his bag fall on the ground and open it to take out the rope.
"I'm fine Bellamy." she says annoyed, "I just broke my hand."
She hears him sigh and unzip his bag. He is saying something she can't make out and she decides not to ask. "Just!?" he says loud enough to hear it and comes back above the whole to look down to Clarke. "Just?!" he says again.
"Yeah. I am f-" but he cuts her off by throwing the rope on top of her. "Thanks for the warning!" she yells and push the rope off her shoulder.
"Tie yourself on it. I will pull you up." he says instead and tries to hide his anger that always end up like fear.
"Ah, Bellamy?" she calls.
"Yeah?"
"I can't tie myself. My hand? Remember?" she says and smiles.
Bellamy's head appears on the edge again and look at her, "I thought you were fine." he teases.
"What are you doing?" she asks instead as she watches him climb down into the hole.
"Coming to tie you up?" he answers and jumps down the last miter.
Clarke stares at his back and then he turns and look at her up and down. "You okay?" he asks again and places a hand on the dry blood on her forehead, "Does it hurt?" he strokes his thumb over it.
Clarke closes her eyes to the warmth of this skin on her and shook her head, "No, my head is fine." she says and opens her eyes again meeting his, "I think so."
They have a moment where they just look at each other and then Bellamy let go of her face and bends down to pick up the rope. Clarke immediately misses the warmth of his touch and her body shivers. Bellamy notices and let the rope fall down, taking off his jacket.
"What are you doi-" but she stops when Bellamy place his jacket over her shoulder.
"You are freezing out here." he only says and takes the rope once again.
"You are wearing only a t-shirt Bellamy. You are the one who is freezing now." Clarke claims but Bellamy ignores her.
"I just climbed down, I will climb up again and soon I will pull you up too. I sure my muscles will be on fire and warm me just fine." he claims and makes a noose with the rope.
"It doesn't matter. You-"
"Step inside." he cuts her off and kneels in front of her, opening the noose in front of her feet. Clarke glares at him when he doesn't see it and she steps inside the noose.
Bellamy stands up again, bringing the rope around Clarke legs with him and tightens it around them and her abdomen. He pulls it up two times to test it, "Is it okay?"
"Yeah. It is okay." Clarke answers and gives him a smile.
"Good." he smiles too and pulls the rest of the rope down, testing it for him to climb up. "Okay, I'm going up." he announces and starts climbing.
Clarke can see that he is struggling. It looks really hard to lift your whole body up with only your hands. Once he is on the ground, he collapses on his back and breath heavily. "Give me a moment." he whispers between his breaths and hears Clarke hum her agreement.
It took him one or two minutes to rest and after that he stands up and look down at Clarke. "You ready?" he asks and takes the rope.
Clarke nods and grabs the rope with her good hand, steadying herself. Then she tells him she is ready and Bellamy starts pulling her up. It's really hard to keep herself steady with only one hand but there is nothing more she can do to help the situation.
She can hear him groan every time he pulls her and can't help it but feel guilt for what he has to go through because of her.
He wants to make a joke about how fat she is but instead her says "How much do we have?" and pull Clarke up one more time.
"We are half way up, just-" her words die when the wall she has her feet on collapse, making her to lose her balance and turn to her side, hitting hard her injured shoulder on the solid dirt wall.
She cries out of pain and if the animals didn't know they were nearby, they definitely found out with after that.
"Fuck! Clarke, are you okay?" Bellamy actually yells from above. She wants to answers but the pain is overwhelming every muscles of her body, making the words die before they make it out of her mouth. "Clarke! Please tell me you are not dead!"
Clarke closes her eyes and laughs to herself. She manages to say a broken "Fine." before she hears him thanking every Greek God that ever existed.
"Okay. I'm going to pull you up now, hold on." he says a moment later and start pulling her up.
Thankfully the ground didn't collapsed again and a minute later Clarke is lying on her back, hugging her injured hand with the good one against her abdomen. Bellamy is by her side in a heartbeat, kneeled there and stroking her cheeks and taking hair out of her face.
"Clarke, are you okay?" she has her eyes closed and breathing heavily. No, he is not panicked, why should he? It's not like she is not saying anything and it can only mean something bad is happening, "Clarke, say something."
"Can you just shut up for a moment." she snaps and Bellamy chokes a laugh, apologizing and stroke her upper arm.
They stayed in silence for like an eternity till Clarke lifted herself to one elbow and looked at Bellamy.
"I'm okay. I'm fine. Thanks to you." she says and tries to stand up.
"Here, let me help you." Bellamy immediately stands up to help Clarke to do the same. Once they are upright, he wipes the dirt from her clothes, staring for a moment at her injured hand. Then he sees that the cut on her head opened again and wipes the little blood that came from it. "You sure you're okay?" he asks again, just to be sure.
"Yes Bellamy. Only my hand is hurt. I'm telling the truth." she ensures him.
Bellamy smiles and stroke her hand, "You scared me Clarke. You were gone for hours!" he wants to be angry at her for putting herself in danger but the feeling of worry pushed everything else out of his head.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to..." her words die and she just stares at him. A moment she turns to the forest, "You remember from where you came, right?"
Bellamy nods and goes to take the bag he brought with him. "Yeah, we should get you back to camp immediately, have someone see to your hand."
Clarke laughs and walks behind him. "Bellamy?" she whispers, making him turn and look at her, "Thank for coming." and hugs him with one hand, carefully not to move her other hand and earn pain from it.
"You don't have to. I will always come for you." he answers and takes some hair from her face back behind her ear. She smiles and steps back again. "Just don't it again." he says before she turned her back to him to pick up his jacket that fell from her shoulders when she lied down.
"I will try not to." she smiles.
"I'm serious Clarke. I can't go through this again." he admits and throws his bag on his back.
"Well, if you didn't piss me off earlier, nothing would have happened." she jokes instead and starts walking.
"First of all, the camp is the other way." he stops her. Clarke laughs and turns to him, "And secondly?"
"Secondly." he starts walking towards the direction the camp is, "I am just following Kane's orders."
Clarke takes some quick steps to catch up with him and pushes her good shoulder with his, "I am following my mother's orders too."
Bellamy turns to her and smiles, then turns back to look in front of him, "Then, I say screw them. We will do what we think is right for our people."
"Yeah, we are the leaders here, not them!" Clarke agrees happily.
"That's my girl!"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Okay. Can we start from tomorrow though? I am really tired now."
"Whenever you are ready."
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