"Bellamy" Clarke breathed. His brown eyes were full of dreadful anticipation when she looked into them. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, "I'm not leaving you". A reluctant hope twinkled in his eyes, but he was still hesitant to believe her. "We are better together, than apart," She assured him. He smiled wearily, unable to concede to her words.

*Back at Jaha*

"For the tenth time! It was Bellamy's idea for us to come here!" Murphy growled at Abby.

"And he's with my daughter? She is safe?" Abby pushed eagerly.

"Yes! Your daughter is just fine" he rolled his eyes "Can I go now?"

"No" Kane shot at him. "We still haven't gotten a believable story out of you regarding Jaha's location."

"I. Told. You." Murphy growled through gritted teeth "That idiot is in the City of Light" Murphy's patience had flown out the door shortly after his and Miller's arrival back at camp. The never-ending interrogation from Kane and Abby was brutal enough, but Raven and Monty decided to have their go at him in between rounds. No one believed his story about Jaha…and Miller did little to help his situation. So he remained in the council room…not a prisoner…but not free to go either.

"You will not use such language to address your formal chancellor" Kane snapped at him.

"I will when the former chancellor is planning to build a bomb that could kill us all" Murphy snapped back.

*Bellamy and Clarke*

They continued their journey at first light; neither had spoken since the previous night. They walked in a comfortable silence, carefully assessing their surroundings.

"What did Lexa want" Bellamy begrudgingly spit out the name he became to detest even more than he had previously.

"She wanted to know what I told the King. She was afraid that I-"

"Betrayed her?" Bellamy finished with disdain. Clarke shot him a quick glance then shot her eyes forward again. They carried on in silence for a few more steps before she spoke again.

"She just wanted to know what I told him."

Bellamy's eyes darted over to her, "She betrayed you. Us. She doesn't have the right to ask anything of you."

Clarke's eyes met his briefly before focusing on the path ahead of them. "She-"

"Don't" Bellamy snapped "Don't you dare defend her."

"Bellamy" she sighed, "she's a leader sh-"

Bellamy grabbed her shoulder forcing her to stop and look at him. "What happened between you" he growled. The question had been burning inside him for the past week, gnawing at him. He tried to prepare himself for her answer; his mind had contemplated every horrific response she may give.

Clarke bit down on her bottom lip while she fought to answer him. They stared at each other for a long while before she gave her response. "I don't know" she answered honestly as her eyes dropped to the forest floor.

"I thought" she sighed, "I don't know what I thought" her eyes fluttered around the forest "She was there when everything was falling apart. She-"

"Used you" he finished for her. Her eyes met his again, but he rolled his eyes away. Clarke was the strongest woman he had ever met, the smartest…he couldn't understand how she had ever become so naïve to fall for the trap Lexa had set.

"I know that part Clarke," he said annoyed. "What I mean is. Did anything happen between you?"

Clarke caught the underlying question and hesitates with her answer. "She kissed me" she answered quietly. Bellamy stared at her, his eyes narrowing "when?"

"Bellamy, we need to keep moving. We don't have time for this" she retorted moving forward.

His hand shot to her arm stopping her in her tracks once again, "When?" he pushed.

"What does it matter? It wasn't real-you pointed that out. It was one kiss. One time. Let it go."

"Answer me" He growled

"Right, before you deactivated the acid fog" she snapped at him. Her words cut straight through him, "so when I was running through mount weather, being shot at and chased….you were-"

"Bellamy don't go there" she replied quietly. Bellamy's face hardened as he clenched his jaw. "There's nothing you can say to me that can make me feel any worse about it. At that moment, it gave me a feeling of life…not just the war and death that surrounded me. It was a brief moment of weakness where I only wanted to feel like a girl. Not a leader that everyone depended on. Not the person that let a bomb kill so many. Not the person that sent you into the mountain to die. Not the person that put a knife into Finns heart" she trembled over her last words. She had regained some composure before she finished, "so whatever you want to say. Don't" her face was guarded and broken when she turned away from him to continue on their journey.

Bellamy wanted breathless for a moment; he slowly turned his head and watched her walk away. He swallowed hard before he followed her.

*Camp Jaha*

"Oh great. You again" Murphy said sarcastically as Raven snuck into the room.

"Get off your ass. Let's go" she snapped at him, her eyes darting to the door.

"Yea…I think I'll take my chances here" he scoffed taking a swig of his water.

Raven crossed the room swiftly, "Jaha was spotted outside the camp. He's on his way here. I don't know what you know, but I doubt they'll keep you around when he gets here."

"Awe. Reyes, you care. I'm touched" He replied dramatically placing his hand over his heart.

"No. I don't" she replied, her eyes darting back to the door. "But if Bellamy didn't kill you. He must have had a reason".

Wick stuck his arm in the door motioning for them to come, "Let's go" she snapped back at Murphy. Murphy didn't need another invitation. If Jaha was returning to camp, then he didn't want to be here.

Wick snuck ahead of them ensuring a clear path around each turn. After they had exited the Arc, Wick shot off to the communications area while Raven guided Murphy around the back of the Arc.

"Find Bellamy and Clarke," she said handing him a pack "Tell them Jaha's here."

"You believe me?" Murphy asked in disbelief. She shot him a look dispelling his thought "if he is up to something. They need to know before they get back."

Murphy gave her a smirk. Raven's radio clicked twice and she threw a stick at the fence. The stick bounced off the fence and dropped to the ground. "Go" she ordered him. Murphy crouched down through the fence and trotted to the tree line and out of sight.

*Bellamy and Clarke*

The sun beat down on them through the canopy of trees above them. They had been hiking for hours; they were only a few more hours from camp. There was a strange noise far ahead of them. Clarke lunged into action moving quickly to the noise when Bellamy's hand clasped over her mouth and pulled her back against his chest and behind a tree. "Shh" he whispered in her ear. The voices of grounders became louder. Bellamy's grip on her tightened as they grew near. Clarke recognized the dialect and her eyes grew wide. These weren't grounders from Lexa's tribe. They were from the Ice Nation.

They watched frozen as four grounders walked a few meters away from them. Clarke shut her eyes, praying they wouldn't see them. Bellamy turned his head to watch them. His breath caught in his throat as Murphy came into view. His hands were bound in front of him and a rope attached him to one of the grounders. His faces and hands revealed the fight he had put up before being bound.

Clarke's eyes opened when she realized Bellamy breathing had changed. She turned her head as far as his hand would allow. Her mouth opened as she saw Murphy, Bellamy's hand instantly tightened on her mouth. She struggled against him, but he held her firm. "Stop" he growled quietly in her ear, keeping his eyes locked on the grounders.

He waited until they were well out of sight before he eased his grip on her. She shot away from him, but his fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her back.

"We have to go after them" she snapped.

"We need a plan," he said calmly, his mind had already begun assessing the situation. "We can't just let them take him" she replied looking back in the direction the grounders had gone.

"We don't have any weapons. Lexa took them-remember?" Her free hand flung around over his hand imprisoning hers while she pried his fingers from her.
"So we let them take him?" Bellamy's grip was unaltered by her attempts. "No" he rolled his eyes. "but we have to be smart about this or we'll be in the same position as Murphy" His eyes darted around the forest as his mind analyzed every possible strategy.

"What's he even doing out of camp anyway?" he thought out loud.

"Do you think they got him and Miller before they made it back?" Clarke asked fearfully. Bellamy shook his head "no"; his eyes met hers "They would have made it further than that."

"Damn it Murphy" Bellamy growled under his breath as he looked at the path the grounders had taken.