Hello all! I have not forgotten this story, it has just been incredibly busy here on my end. At this point, having completed the two sagas (the escape from camp, and the rogue Ice Nation people), I'm going to be doing a bunch of one shots, and I am always happy for any recommendations. Thank you, and enjoy!

Roan and his men captured the rogues quickly and returned to their own land. Bellamy's recovery was slow, and he did not go hunting again before the snow came. Still, he did recover, even if he still experienced phantom pains now and then.

Octavia and Lincoln decided they would stay the winter for the safety of their unborn baby, but it was understood by all that they would not stay past the first thaw. The baby grew, as did Octavia.

Camp Bellarke continued to remain in "hiding", in that they did not communicate with Arkadia. Clarke missed her mother, but knew she could not go back, nor did she need to. She had everything she needed in Camp Bellarke, which was finally complete with the proper number of cabins, a mess hall, food storage, a bath house, and of course Clarke's precious medical building (which Bellamy was glad to not be living in anymore).

It was a dark, cold, winter night when Bellamy stopped by medical to check in on his princess before bed. She was humming a haunting tune as she sorted through what looked like a box of supplies. He wondered where it had come from. Bellamy couldn't help but smile a little when she started to sway to the music she was humming.

He cleared his throat. "Hello Doctor Princess," he greeted her.

Clarke jumped and gave a little shriek. "Bellamy Blake!" she scolded, slowly dropping her hand from the knife on her hip.

He put up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"I know. I just, bad habit I guess."

"Kept you alive," he remarked.

"Sometimes, I'm not sure the habits that kept us alive are necessarily good ones to keep," she responded. "Also, it's not Doctor Princess."

"No? Just Doctor then?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Princess. Duly noted. Won't happen again. Mind my asking why?"

"I'm not your doctor."

"You are though. Saved my life more than once, and recently you brought me back from the grave."

Clarke sighed and leaned against the rough wooden table behind her. "I'm everyone else's doctor," she struggled to explain.

Bellamy smiled. "And my Princess," he finished for her. "I'm good with that." He crossed the room. "Turn," he ordered.

Clarke turned her back to him. When his strong hands came down on her shoulders and worked her sore muscles, she moaned softly.

"What's wrong?" Bellamy asked.

"Aside from the usual?"

"That was implied," he agreed.

"I don't know. Lately, with everything going so well, I keep thinking back to all the people we had to kill to get here. Do you think that was right? I mean, we killed people and ended up here, happy, while they're dead. They could have been the happy ones. Do you know what I'm trying to say?"

"Yes. But you have it wrong. Since when did we attack anyone who didn't attack us first?"

"Mount Weather. Really it was the leaders who were attacking us, not the families who died."

"We didn't have a choice."

"They had good lives. We took them. Now we have good lives. It just seems wrong."

Bellamy sighed. "I'm not saying we always did the right thing," he said carefully. "I would be comfortable saying that we've always done what we could not to kill people, at least you have, and that we really did try to avoid it if possible."

"The bomb that hit the Grounder village? I could have warned them."

"And I could have stopped the massacre of Lexa's army, or at least warned them," Bellamy countered.

"It just makes it hard to sleep sometimes is all," Clarke confessed.

"Well you can at least remember that you always did your best and your intentions were good."

"Intentions don't change reality, Bellamy. You know that."

"I know." His hands stopped moving on her shoulders. "They do make it easier to deal with sometimes though."

"I'm not sure it should be easier."

He sighed. "Me either, to be completely honest."

Silence.

"Do you think we can make up for what we did? I mean, we can't change it, since it happened, and we feel bad about it, but then what?"

"There was an ancient religion, before the Ark, that talked about repenting of wrongs. You had to confess them and then you had to do something, and God would forgive you, and then you had to try to do the right thing."

"Confess to who?"

"Early on it was a lot of people," Bellamy struggled to recall. "Later, it was just one of their priests."

"What did they do?"

"Sometimes they said a prayer, sometimes they did some public act that was considered good. Feed the hungry and clothe the naked or whatever."

"Interesting."

"Yeah, it was."

"Did it work?"

"The religion?"

"Confessing."

"I assume so. There was this super old writer, they had to translate his stuff lots of times, but he did horrible things, and then he confessed, and started doing good things, and he didn't sound guilty to me."

"You're smarter than most people think," Clarke teased.

"Yes, a real scholar," Bellamy agreed. "Seriously though, it wasn't a half bad idea. People fixed their lives, and other people were taken care of, and they were generally happy. There are some really crazy stories about this evil king who didn't like the religion, and so he put the people in a big arena with lions and other beasts, and those people would to go their deaths singing."

Clarke shuddered. "It just sounds really strange."

"I think that's what a lot of people thought."

"Does it still exist?"

"Probably. It kept going into hiding since authorities kept trying to kill them off."

"Sounds like us," she remarked.

"Except without the guilt," he agreed.

"What're you saying?"

"I'm not saying we need to find them and convert," he hastily clarified. "I'm just saying it's an interesting method."

"With that method in mind, we've already confessed, and haven't we done stuff to right the wrongs?"

"You saved everyone from ALI, and lots of other times too," Bellamy agreed.

"And you took a beating for our people, and then later for me."

"Do you think that means we're clear?"

"What did the religion say?"

"No one could ever know if they were truly clear or not and they just had to keep working at being good, if I remember correctly."

"And that somehow made people happy?"

"Work always makes people feel better, no matter what religion you are."

"You're just saying that because you've spent the past few weeks laid up," Clarke teased.

"I'd say the past few weeks have shown me just how much I believe it," Bellamy countered.

"Fair enough."

"We'll find forgiveness, Clarke. We just have to keep working."