Bishop

Clarke:

Madi joined Murphy with cabin construction. They were working in sync. Madi trimming the smaller parts of the trees, while Murphy helped her with the big parts. Who would've known Murphy could be so good with kids. I guess he's better with kids than adults. But Madi isn't much of a kid anymore. She's a strong young woman. She's proved that time and time again. I'm so proud of the person she's become.

Bellamy and Penn came through the woods carrying in another large tree. Both of them moving with ease before setting the tree down in front of a group of people waiting to trim down the tree. Bellamy clasped his hands together stretching up towards the sky, stretching out his back. His shirt tugged up while he stretched revealing the lines of his waist, all the muscles in his stomach flexing as he stretched.

With all the physical work he'd been doing, he was going to be sore for a while. I watched him as he continued to stretch out his arms and back, his eyes wandering over everyone working around him, making sure they were doing everything right.

Looking around his eyes were narrowed, eyebrows drew together, and a crease formed perfectly on his forehead but once his eyes met mine there was a shift in his face. His face relaxed and the crease shifted from his forehead to the corners of his mouth, his eyes immediately softening. He made his way towards me moving through people with grace, his eyes never leaving mine.

Once he made his way in front of me he stood with his arms folded in front of him, all his weight leaning on his right leg, his shoulders broad. "Lending a helping hand to the people working in construction?" His tone dripping with sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes at the thought. I guess even from a wheelchair I could help trim the trees, but Bellamy would never let me anyways. I cleared my throat, my eyes locked onto his. "Can we talk?"

There was a shift in his expression, complete panic. "Are you okay?" His voice was strong but filled with fear.

I shifted in my wheelchair, moving my weight from one side to the other. "Yeah. I just think it's time we talk about Bishop." My voice cooler than it was before. I don't know why I'm so nervous. I tell him everything. But I also know that when I tell him all the things Bishop did he's going to want to kill him. He wanted to kill Echo for just holding a knife to my throat, I can't imagine what he'd do to Bishop for doing much more.

He took a knee in front of me, his warms calloused hand placed on my knee. His thumb rubbing my skin through the rip in my pants. "You don't owe me anything, Clarke. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." His voice was soft enough so only I could hear him.

I placed my hand on top of his, gently giving it a squeeze. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. I know we're executing him today and that should make me feel better, but it doesn't." He shut his eyes, his brows knitted. I began making circles into his forearm. He let out a deep sigh before his eyes opened up to meet mine again. "I need you." His grip on my knee tightened.

He shifted slightly closer to me. "Let me finish up here and we can go somewhere a little more private."

A scoff came from the side, the sound of footsteps making their way towards us. We broke eye contact to see Raven walking towards us. "I know you two just got together, but already avoiding your responsibilities to go hook up?" She stood beside us, her hands carefully placed on her hips and a large smirk on her face. Her eyes boring into Bellamy's face. She was taunting him.

Bellamy quickly stood up. Mimicking her stance, challenging her. "Watch it, Reyes." Now his eyes were narrowed and his tone was threatening. A typical Raven and Bellamy standoff.

Raven let out a mocking laugh. "Fight me, Blake." Her weight shifted back to her right leg as she shifted to look at me. The mocking smile was now gone. "Clarke, Octavia says she needs your help with something."

Before I could respond Bellamy cut in. His hands curled into tight fists. "Well, tell her it can wait. This is important." I grabbed Bellamy's wrist immediately calming him, but his eyes were still set on Raven.

Raven scrunched up her face, slightly taken back. But she regained her strength once again challenging Bellamy's stature. "You tell her yourself. I'm not taking the heat for you."

It was like watching two children fight. They stood there staring at one another before Bellamy broke the silence. "Fine. I'll radio her."

Bellamy reached down to the radio hanging off his waistband, but before he could Penn called out for him. "Bellamy. Little help here." He was helping Murphy carry a large tree, but the two of them clearly struggling.

I pat the back of Bellamy's leg, pushing him to go help immediately. "I'm going to go meet Octavia. I won't be long. Go help him." He nodded before running over to help them all out.

I began to push myself towards the ship following Raven who was slowly limping in front of me. She was radioing Monty up in engineering, talking him through something. I didn't pay her much attention.

Bellamy's my best friend and not being able to talk to him about everything that happened is hard. Now he wants to be my husband and I can't help but feel like it's not fair if I don't tell him. But this is different.

I made my way into Octavia's office. She was pacing back and forth her fingers running along a knife she gripped onto tightly. I cleared my throat, pulling her out of her thoughts. She pushed her knife into her boot and made her way towards me. Sitting at the edge of the table in front of me.

She shifted in front of me, her waist leaning against the edge of the table and her hands gently placed in her lap. "What did you need?"

She looked down at me, releasing a deep breath. "I need you to help me with some interrogations." She shifted on the edge of the table. "Even if we're going to kill them we should get as much information out of them first."

She stood up, turning towards the table. She grabbed a stack of papers from the other side of the table. "So, does that mean we're not executing Bishop today?" Her expression dulled as she stared down at the papers in her hand.

She walked back over, gently placing them in my lap. "No. We are. But Bishop can't be all the brains on this prisoner ship."

I picked up the papers. There were pictures of each of the prisoners, their names, professional backgrounds, medical background, and family history. "You're right. I'll help, I just need to talk to..."

Octavia ripped my left hand away from the paper. Pulling it up to her face. Her eyes glowing with excitement. "Oh my god. He did it. Didn't he? And you said yes." A large smile grew on her face. The excitement clear in her voice. Her eyes were on the ring on my hand. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "When's the wedding? I mean I'm going to assume in the spring so we can spend the winter prepping. And who really gets married in the winter. We can establish a new tradition for weddings. What do you..."

She was talking so fast I couldn't even process what she was saying. Immediately I cut her off. "Octavia."

"What?" She glanced at me, her forehead puckered.

I placed my hand on top of hers. I know she wants us to get married, have a big wedding, a big party, and be happy but I know that Bellamy doesn't want a wedding. He's not the wedding type. At least he's never shown that he's interested in a wedding. "We decided we're not going to have a wedding. We're just going to announce that we're married at dinner." Her face fell, completely taken over by her emotions. "I don't think me and Bellamy are going to make it to lunch."

She let out a soft laugh. Folding her arms in front of her. "I know you two are married now, but already skipping out on time with us to hook up?"

I joined in her laughter, running my hand through my hair. "We're not hooking up." She stared at me, slightly confused. I swallowed the large lump in my throat. "I'm going to talk to him about Bishop."

Her eyes fell to the floor, guilt all over her face. Her hand fell from mine. "Oh. I'm so sorry Clarke."

I grabbed her hand giving it a tight squeeze. "It's okay. I just think it's something he needs to know."

She stood up, pulling her hand from mine. "That's good. I'm glad." I smiled up at her. I know what she's feeling the guilt of not making the right decision, of feeling like all the pain is caused by you. Octavia had to make some of the most difficult decisions, in the bunker and now on the ground, but she's been a strong leader. I know she has what it takes to get over this. Her face shifted and her eyes lit back up. There was almost a teasing look on her face. "But seriously, not having a wedding? The first wedding after the second apocalypse! You can't be serious?"

I nodded my head, rolling my eyes. "We're pretty serious."

I want a wedding, but that's just not us. We're not normal, nothing about us has ever been normal. A part of me wants to have a wedding, show to everyone that no one has ever or could ever mean as much to me as Bellamy. I want him to feel special. I want him to know he's different from anyone else I've ever been with, but I don't want to push him. I don't want him to feel like we have to have a wedding. He'd do it for me if I asked. Just to make me happy.

Octavia slammed a fist into the table. Her nostrils flared, her eyes burning into my face. "I won't let that happen. As the commander, Bellamy's sister, and your new sister-in-law I refuse to let you two not have a wedding." Her voice was echoing in the room with anger. Octavia wasn't going to let this go. I took in a deep breath. This was a fight for Bellamy, not me. "Besides we've all been betting on you two for years and it's only fair that we get to celebrate you two finally taking your heads out of your asses and getting together."

I was taken back by her comment. Slightly heated I yelled back. "You bet on us?" I mean a part of me always hoped that Bellamy and I would get together too, but we were always too scared to lose the friendship we had. I had no idea that everyone around camp was gossiping about us getting together.

Octavia held her hands up in defeat. Stepping away from the table towards the other side of the room. "Don't get mad at me, it was Jasper who started it." Her face fell once she mentioned Jasper. "He would've been so happy to see you two together now. He started the bet when we first landed."

I let out a laugh. It made a lot more sense now. "Once when Jasper was high he told me that Bellamy and I were great parents."

Octavia burst into laughter. Real laughter, the kind where you couldn't stop smiling and the corners of your eyes wrinkle from smiling too much. Once she gained control of herself she took a deep breath, reminiscing from the days when it was just us delinquents. "Jasper bet that you two were secretly hooking up without anyone knowing and that all the fighting was just sexual tension building up."

The laughter continued. I convinced myself that I hated Bellamy when we first landed, but clearly, I couldn't convince anyone else of that. Octavia continued. "Monty said you two were too focused on us to hook up." Monty was partially right, we did work together to save our family but we also didn't want to destroy any chance at a reliable friendship. Having each other's support was more important to us.

"Miller bet you two had already hooked up, but it didn't work out. Harper bet that Bellamy was in love with you, but you didn't feel the way." She stood there deep in thought. Probably thinking back to the day that they all made these bets.

She brought herself back to reality, setting her eyes back on me. "Eventually, when Raven came down she bet that you two were both in love but wouldn't admit it until one of you almost died." We almost died way too many times to tell, but I guess 6 years away from each other is what we needed. Close enough to death I assume. "Murphy bet you two would never stop being idiots."

"Jasper always dropped hints, but I had no idea he started a whole pool of betting on us?" The laughter between us only grew at the thought of Jasper. He always knew how to lighten the mood even in the worst of times. I brought my attention back to Octavia. Everyone else bet on us, but there was no way she didn't join in. "What did you think?"

Her mouth twisted as she considered what the right thing was to say. She began pacing back and forth. "At first I thought my brother was an idiot who wouldn't ever fall in love." She rolled her eyes at the thought, still walking back and forth deep in thought. Bellamy sleeping with every girl at the camp. I used to hate it so much, I still hate the idea of him with anyone else but the past is the past.

Suddenly she stopped, slowly turning towards me. "Until I saw the way he looked at you or the way he would act around you. He listened to you. You broke through to him in a way that I never could. You made him a better person, Clarke." Her voice was soft, completely different from how she was around anyone else. Right now, she isn't the commander of Wonkru or a ruthless warrior, she's Bellamy's baby sister. She's someone who cares. "When I saw you two hug after escaping from Mount Weather I knew you were both in love, that it wasn't one-sided. I knew everything would fall into place when the time was right for you both when you both really got the chance to realize how you felt about each other."

There was a silence for a little bit. The kind of silence that was comforting. No matter how much we'd all been through, how much we'd done to each other we are a family. We care about each other. Eventually, I broke our silence. "What did you even bet?"

She leaned against the wall on the other side of the room, her head was pressed against the wall as she looked up at the ceiling, biting back the smile on her face. She dropped her head back, staring at me. "It was different for everyone. If Jasper won we'd all have to bow down to him every time we saw him for a month. If Monty won he wanted everyone's rations of peanuts and for someone to give up one of their bigger tents. Miller and Harper wanted everyone to take turns taking his guard shifts for three months. Raven wanted a wrench monkeys to boss around. Murphy well he wanted everyone's rations, a bigger tent, and some slaves."

Octavia shifted her eyes back to the floor. "What about you? Seems like you're the winner. So, what did you win?"

She raised her eyebrows, a small dimple forming at the corner of her mouth as she smirked. "You'll find out soon enough." She pushed herself off the wall, starting to pace again.

I tilted my head to the side, staring at her. "Should I be concerned?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she continued pacing. "Possibly."

The crack of the radio broke our conversation. Our eyes shooting to the radio sitting in the middle of the table. "Clarke. Where are you?" Bellamy's voice echoed in the room.

Octavia rolled her eyes, quickly picking up the radio. "She's with me Bell."

"Octavia." Bellamy's voice sounded agitated, but that was nothing new for the Blake siblings. It was their way of showing each other love.

"I'll bring her down with some food for lunch. Just take her somewhere nice." My eyes shot up to Octavia's face, but she turned her back towards me.

The sound of Bellamy laughing across the radio eased a headache that was growing from all the stress I'd been feeling lately. "Already one step ahead of you O. Bring her down, I already got food."

Octavia turned back towards me, clipping the radio to her waist. She made her way back towards me sitting on the table in front of me. "Sounds like you're going on a date."

I scoffed. "Is that even a thing down here?" Sure, other people went out to spend time alone and be romantic but not us. We never had the time or the opportunity to.

"When I was with Lincoln we used to sneak away to the butterfly forest. Sometimes we'd go sit by the river. I'd call that a date." Her eyes were glistening with tears, but she quickly blinked them away. Lincoln was everything to her ever since we landed when he died a part of her died with him. But after these past few years, Azuma has brought some of that part back. Azuma isn't intimidated by her strength, he admires it. He embraces her ruthless side but keeps her from crossing the line. He allows her to be herself, he doesn't expect her to change.

"What did you do?" She stood there crossing her arms in front of me, completely amused by the stupidity of my question.

I'd been in relationships with Finn, Lexa, and Niylah, each of them more different than the other. When I was with Finn he made me fall in love with him, made me feel special, made me vulnerable in a way I never really allowed myself to be again. He broke my heart, made me feel guilty for things he did. We snuck around, going on trips to the art supply store and on trips for food or water, but it could hardly be a date. Most of the time Wells was with us, or Bellamy.

When I was with Lexa everything we did involved war, alliances, treaties. I loved her, but at the end of the day, her being in command and her people would always come first. She didn't love me the way I loved her.

My relationship with Niylah was more physical than emotional. It was a nice change from all the heartbreak, but it wasn't enough. She gave me some stability, some good advice, but my heart was never truly in it.

Octavia made her way around me, grabbing the handles of my wheelchair, pushing me towards the door. "Eat, sit, talk. I don't know it was refreshing. Especially when there were a million terrible things going on around us. It was our way of bringing ourselves out of all the pain and misery."

"Lincoln would be so proud of you O." She slightly paused as we made our way down the hall, but caught herself continuing on.

Clearing her throat, she whispered, "I know." Her voice was low, almost groggy.

Octavia placed her hand on my shoulder. I covered her hand with mine throwing my head back. "I'm sure he'd be happy that you're happy too. Azuma is amazing."

She half smiled at my effort to make her feel better. "He is. Azuma understands me."

We turned the corner towards the ship's main door. I squeezed her hand dropping it back down into my lap. "He's lucky to have you."

Octavia took her hand off my shoulder, pushing a little faster as we made our way outside. "And Bellamy's lucky to have you."

"I am." Bellamy's deep voice peering from behind us. I turned to see him walking down the hall with a large backpack thrown over his shoulder. "Thanks, O." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders placing a kiss to her temple.

Octavia rolled her eyes, immediately shrugging him off her shoulders. "Be back within the hour. I still need you later." She nudged my shoulder before quickly making her way outside, immediately jumping back into her role as commander. Giving orders, teaching techniques, putting people in their place.

Bellamy placed a kiss on the top of my head as he began pushing us outside. He quickly began weaving us through the crowd of people making their way towards the ship for lunch. Exchanging greetings with people as we passed them by. Once we got through the crowd I leaned my head back, catching a glimpse of the half smile on Bellamy's face, his curls dancing across his forehead.

I took the backpack from him, wrapping my arms tightly around it as it sat in my lap. He lead us towards the river. We continued down the path in a relaxing silence, taking in the beauty of the trees and the riverbank running along the tree line.

We reached a small waterfall, where the river ran into a large lake. I pulled out our food as Bellamy filled up some bottles with water. He took a seat on a rock beside me, his eyes darting up to meet mine.

Bellamy started a fire, heating up some meat. "You know Octavia wants us to have a wedding."

His lashes fluttered and his eyes widened. "What?" He was taken back but was more confused than anything. "Do you want a wedding?" His voice was low but almost scared. His eyes shifted back to the fire. The flames from the fire mixed with the sun brought out the honey parts of his chestnut eyes.

"Do you?" I leaned forward onto my elbows extending my hands out to catch some of the heat from the fire. The sun may be out, but the winter breeze was colder than ever.

A deep chuckle vibrated through his chest. He looked back up at me, the flames mirrored in his eyes. "I mean we'd be pretty historical. The first wedding after Praimfaya. I wouldn't mind." Speaking with complete caution. Was he afraid that I didn't want a wedding?

"But do you want to have a wedding?" I tried to be clear, but I can't pull myself away from the idea that he thinks that I don't want a wedding.

"Do you?" There was an undertone of fear, his eyes running across all the features of my face.

I shrugged my shoulders trying to ease some of his tension. "I wouldn't mind. I mean either way I get to be your wife, right?"

"Of course." His face hardened and there was a blankness to his eyes. He fell into deep thought.

I reached out grabbing a stick of meat from him, our eyes locked on one another. Tearing a piece of meat off I popped it into my mouth. "Do you want a wedding?"

"I want to have a honeymoon." He started laughing, holding his side from the pain. The sun ringing down on him, his skin falling back into the soft olive tone, and his toffee brown freckles scattered perfectly across his face like the stars in the sky.

I leaned forward hitting him in the chest. "Bellamy!"

His laughter was uncontrollable, completely carefree. He looked younger, more innocent than ever. He took a few deep breaths coming back to reality. "I think we should have a wedding and a honeymoon." Tilting his head to the side he gazed down at me. "I think we deserve it. Besides getting away for everyone for a day or two wouldn't be so bad."

"Winter is coming so we won't get that until after winter passes." His face hardened as the reality of everything hit him. There was a lot of responsibility resting on our shoulders. Even if we weren't leaders anymore we still had important duties among our people and that was a stress of its own. I grabbed his shoulder slightly rubbing into his muscles. I could feel them relaxing under my grip.

He leaned his head into my hand on his shoulder, rolling out his neck. Leaning forward he continued stretching out his back. "After our wedding?" He ripped a piece of meat off his stick stuffing it into his mouth.

"So, you do want a wedding?" I bit down on my lip trying to hold back the laughter when Bellamy nearly choked on his food but it was impossible.

He fidgeted with the water bottle taking large sips to wash down the food. "It'd be historical." He hesitated, nervously laughing while taking another bite out of some bread. "You know I like my history." He shrugged his shoulders.

I rolled my eyes at him, my mouth curving into a smile. "You're a romantic and you know it."

"Whatever you say, Princess." He reached out grabbing my hand, the pad of his thumb running along my knuckles. His face fell, but his eyes remained focused on me. "So...Bishop."

I pulled my hand out of his, folding my arms in front of me. "I want the kill. I know he's done a lot to you too, but I just..."

"I know." He shifted closer leaning against my shins, his legs folded underneath him. "I can't even think about what he's done to you. He deserves to suffer for what he did to you. For what he did to us."

"Is that why you couldn't sleep the first few nights after I came back?" His hands formed into two tight fists, his knuckles white. His nostrils began to flare and his breathing became heavy. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his attention back to me. "I just...I couldn't stop thinking about what he could have done to you, what he had done to you." His eyes glistened with tears. He inhaled deeply regaining his confidence. "I visited him once."

I leaned back into my chair. He ducked his head down, his eyes closed. "Why?"

"I wanted to give him what he deserved." He stood up, turning to face the waterfall. I stood up making my way towards him slowly.

"Bellamy." I placed my hand on his shoulder pulling his attention back to me.

"You shouldn't be walking Clarke." He turned around scooping me into his arms. Gently placing me down on a rock beside him. He held my leg in his hands running his hands around the wound on my thigh. A single tear slipped down his cheek. I reached out running my fingers along his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I should've told you. I just couldn't. I knew if it was something you couldn't tell me that it had to be bad. And the thought just drove me crazy."

I shifted closer pulling his head into the crook of my neck. His tears ran down the base of my neck and to my collarbone. "It's okay." I ran my fingers through his hair, scraping the base of his scalp.

He pulled away, his head hanging low. The tears glistening on his cheeks. "No, it's not. I can't control myself when it comes to you." His voice was low and broken. He turned his face away from me.

I cupped his cheek in the palm of my hand running my thumb along the corner of his mouth. "I'm not going anywhere." I pulled him back into my arms, he immediately buried his face into my shoulder. "What did you do to him?"

He pulled his face out of mine, his hand running through his hair. His brows drew together as he glanced down at me, his eyes pooled with fear. He grabbed my hand, pulling it into his lap. "I just wanted to know why. Why keep us as prisoners? Why send us out only to attack us again?"

He paused inhaling deeply. I tightened my grasp on his hand. His eyes met mine. "He heard your radio entries every day. I wasn't the only one listening. He knew you were down here. He knew that they'd stand no chance against you and Madi. That's why they took us. That's why we were prisoners. They needed leverage."

I released his hand, taken back. They were taken because of me. I'm the cause of all of this. They could've all died because of me. I pressed my palms against the rock trying to get up, but Bellamy grabbed my wrist pulling me back down. His hand running along my thigh again.

He squeezed my knee, now resting in his lap. "Don't." His eyes were narrowed and his voice was demanding. "This isn't your fault Clarke. You couldn't have possibly known." Bellamy always knew what I was thinking without me having to say anything. Once I relaxed my face he continued. "They sent us out because they wanted to see where you lived. Where you kept your weapons. Whether the Earth was survivable again. They were testing us."

I blinked away some of the tears forming in my eyes. He tilted his head to one side waiting for me to say something but I couldn't. This was too much to process. I did this to them. I did this to everyone. "They chose to be aggressive. They underestimated us. They underestimated you." He pulled my hand back into his lap. Both of his hands wrapped around mine. "Then I asked him why he took you."

His eyes were burning with anger. His jaw clenched tightly while he stared down at my hand gently wrapped up in his hands. "What did he say?" He took one hand raking it through his hair. "Bellamy."

"You're strong. You're smart. You're courageous. You're beautiful." His voice was cold. I started to run circles into his shoulder, easing some of the anger built up in his eyes. "He wanted you. He told me..." There was a crack, he tried to clear the lump in his throat. "He told me that even if he died there would always be a piece of him in you."

He tore his hands from mine, quickly jumping up to face the line of trees behind us. I sat and watched him. His breathing growing heavy, he shoved his fists into his pockets, occasionally pulling his hand out to rub his face or run his hand through his hair.

Bishop was taunting Bellamy. He wanted to get to him and he did. I limped towards Bellamy. I made my way in front of him standing in front of him with all my weight shifted to my good leg. I didn't make eye contact. I could feel his eyes boring into me. An occasional sniffle from his runny nose.

I took his fists out of his pockets. Holding both hands in front of me. They were covered in bruises. Bruised hands were normal for Bellamy, he did work a lot, but these bruises were different. They were deeper shades of purple and blue. I skimmed my fingers gently across each bruise. He winced at the pain.

"I can't control myself when it comes to you, Clarke. I just couldn't..." I looked up to him, the whites of his eyes surrounded by a sea of red. "You don't have to tell me what he did to you."

I pulled him in tightly burying my face into the crook of his neck. The tears running down my cheeks. He pulled me up to him so there was no weight on my leg. I held him tightly. "I don't just want to tell you, Bellamy. I need to tell you." He pulled my legs up into his arms and carried me back to the side of our dying fire. "If you don't want to know then I won't." I sat with my legs extended in his lap. His eyes were focused on the fire, but his hands were gently massaging my legs.

He stopped rubbing my legs. His eyes ran over my body, taking in every bump and bruise. "What did he do to you?" His voice was acidic. He let out a harsh breath focusing on my face.

I tried to swing my legs around, but he tightened his grip on them. I rested my hand on his. "He whipped me, beat me, cut me, shocked me." I felt his grip slightly loosen, his eyes flickering with anger. "He tried a lot of things, but he didn't. He couldn't." I yanked his arm towards me pulling his attention to me. "He couldn't because of you. He underestimated you. Underestimated how far you'd go to get me back."

"You were already out by the time I got there. You didn't need me. He underestimated you, not me." His voice was filled with disappointment. But he shouldn't be disappointed. Had I waited for him, he would've saved me.

"I'm one of the most badass warriors on Earth, remember Bellamy? I'm not a damsel in distress, but I will always need you." He half smiled at my half joke. But there was still anger in his eyes. "Bishop did try to come onto me. But we don't need to go through the details."

"Tell me." Bellamy's eyes were burning with rage, but he wanted to know.

"He kissed me. He ripped off my clothes. He touched me." Bellamy's eyes became a deeper shade of brown. Darkness overtook his face. I curled my fingers around his wrist trying to pull him out of his thoughts. "But he didn't do anything else. He couldn't."

Bellamy slammed his fist into a rock, the blood pouring down his knuckles. Before I could grab his fist, he pulled away. "I'm going to kill him with my bare hands." He stood up quickly putting out the fire and beginning to pack everything up.

I stood up, but I couldn't move further. He had every right to hate Bishop, to want to kill him, to want to make him suffer. But this isn't him. "Bellamy."

My voice was almost a whisper. I wasn't even sure he heard me, but then he stopped moving around. He turned around quickly grabbing me and putting me back into my wheelchair. "No. I know you want the kill, but I can't." He turned back towards the rest of our stuff, refilling the bottles with water. "He made you suffer." He paused before turning back to put everything back into his backpack. "I'll make him regret ever laying a finger on you."

He gently placed the backpack in my lap. "I'm sorry." I wrapped my arms around the backpack, laying my head on top of it.

He kneeled in front of me. "This is his fault and I'll make him pay, but I don't want you to be sorry for anything. This isn't on you Princess." He rested his hand on my knee. This was my fault. If I hadn't radioed anyone then none of this would have happened. But Bellamy was right, he deserves to suffer for what he did. For taking them from the Ark as prisoners. For trying to kidnap my daughter. For torturing me, Bellamy, and Octavia. For trying to take over our ship.

Bellamy stood up in front of me turning towards the back of my wheelchair. I threw my head back looking up at the vast blue sky, touched up with soft pink clouds. "Thank you."

"For what?" He began pushing us back towards the camp. If it hadn't been for Bellamy I wouldn't be here. He's saved my life more times than I could remember. But he was also the source of my sanity. Even when he wasn't here he kept me sane.

I continued to stare up at the sky, the sun beaming down on my face, the tips of the trees brushing up against the clouds. I exhaled deeply, a slight smile growing on my face. "For always being my person."

"Your person?" I didn't have to look at him to know he probably looked confused. The soft wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. His lips curled in tightly.

I tightened my grip on the backpack in my lap. "At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. Once we choose that person we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The person that is still with you at the end of the day, that's who's worth keeping." Bellamy was that person. The person I always want around, the person I go to for everything, the person I need the most. "Bellamy, I don't have to say a word to you, you can just look at me and see who I am, how I feel, or what I'm thinking. You accept me, you don't try to change me. And it's been like that since we've first met. You've always been my person."

We continued down the path quietly. A calming silence. "You're my person too. You have been for a long time." He let out a lighthearted laugh.

Our silence continued on for a few minutes. That's the thing I love most about being with Bellamy, we never felt awkward with each other. Everything about our relationship was comforting. "You know the delinquents bet on us?"

He let out a deep chuckle, the vibration coming from his chest was soothing. He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "I know. Jasper told me."

My head whipped towards him. "You knew?"

His smile shifted into a condescending smirk. "He was the only one who I actually told that I was in love with you. He was very persistent that we get together." His smirk fell at the memory of Jasper. He may have hated us, but he was still family. If we had another choice we wouldn't have hurt him the way we did. I wish we hadn't. Bellamy's eyes focused back on the path ahead of us. "I miss him."

I turned back forward leaning into the side of the wheelchair. "I do too."

He swallowed the large lump growing in his throat. "On the Ark Monty would come to my room to tell me stories about Jasper and just cry. At first, he wanted to hate him for leaving him. Then, he cried because he felt like it was all his fault. Eventually, he accepted it. Once a week, every week he came to my room to talk about him. I knew what he felt more than anyone else so we confided in each other." I could feel my heart drop down into my stomach. We'd been so busy I hadn't had a chance to talk to Monty about everything that had gone on. None of us really had the time. We had gotten so caught up in surviving we hadn't gotten the chance to really live. "After a year of crying, he finally began to accept what happened to Jasper. That's when he started laughing at all the things they used to do."

I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes. "If anyone's to blame for what happened to Jasper, it's me. It was my fault."

Bellamy rubbed my shoulder lightly, the warmth of his hand sending a chill throughout my body. "But Clarke he didn't regret it. He wanted it. He was right. Anyone can survive, but not everyone can live. He lived. He was happy. He didn't want to spend 5 years trying to survive in a bunker, especially after living a life on Earth. It's what he wanted."

He was right. Jasper had lived a better life than any of us. He had fun, something none of us had ever gotten the chance to do. "Now's our time to live. We need to live for everyone who couldn't."

We have lost too many people that we love. It's time to start appreciating what we have. "We need to live for us, no one else. I think we owe ourselves that much." His voice was soft. I felt his thumb rub circles into the back of my neck around the base of my hairline. "So, about dinner?"

"I guess instead of a wedding announcement it can be an engagement announcement." He let out a large sigh of relief. His breath hitting my neck, sending a shock of goosebumps throughout my body. "I'm sure Octavia has already told everyone." The sound of Bellamy's laughter echoed throughout the forest.

It was nice to be here, together. To finally talk everything through. To finally get everything together. To finally be happy. The shadow of our past will always haunt us, but we were better for it. The darkness we've faced has made us better.