"Clarke?" She opened her eyes, the sun blazed into them forcing her to squint to see the forms above her.

"Hey she's awake" Jasper smiled.

She tried to sit up, but her body felt heavy and uncooperative. Hands pushed her from behind then propped her against something…a wall? Yes. She was inside the dropship on the top floor.

"What happened?" Clarke asked, knowing full well this was more than just her average sleep that she was awakening from.

"Wells used a tranquilizer on you" Jasper replied as he offered her a cup of water.

"What?" She asked rubbing her heavy head still trying to force herself awake.

"He was afraid you would hurt yourself more if you kept walking on your leg so he used a tranquilizer we found in the medical kit." Monty explained. Clarke grabbed his naked wrist as he took the cup from Jasper.

"Where's your wristband?" Clarke demanded

"Wells thought he could send a transmission through them so he took everyone's" Monty explained

"That won't work" she shook her head. Clarke moved to her feet, but her body was still heavy and unsteady. "Whoa, easy there Princess-you've been out for a while" Jasper told her as he held out his arms to spot her.

Clarke's eyes shot to his, "How long?"

"A few days" Monty responded.

"Days?!" Clarke exclaimed, "No, no, no!" she muttered to herself as she willed her body to cooperate with the walk she was attempting. She managed to make it down the ladder and out of the dropship. The 100 were all hard at work building a fence. She glanced around until she spotted Wells.

"Tell me you didn't ruin all the wristbands" she demanded as she marched over to him.

Wells eyes scanned over her, "how are you feeling?" he asked with genuine concern.

"Do any of the wristbands still work?" she asked

He shook his head with furrowed brow.

"Damn it" she muttered

"Clarke we don't need them" he explained placing a hand on her lower back.

"Wells that was the only way the Ark will know we're still alive. They need to know we're alive that Earth is survivable"

"They know" he smiled at her

"How can they possibly know without the wristbands?" she asked deflated.

"Because I told them" Wells boasted.

Clarke's eyes slowly met with his, "What?"

"I used the wristbands to establish a radio system with them. They know we're alive Clarke, and they're coming down"

Relief washed over Clarke and she couldn't contain the smile growing across her face. "You did it" she whispered under her breath. "Monty couldn't, but you did" she said to herself in disbelief.

"I was a communications major; I wouldn't trust that job to anyone else. Especially someone from Argo station, you know as well as I do our education is superior to the other stations"

Clarke scanned the camp for a familiar figure, "Where's Bellamy?"

"The janitor?" Wells asked

"Bellamy, where is he?" she asked, her eyes slowly meeting with Wells.

"Where he belongs until my father comes down to deal with him" Wells replied sternly.

" .He" Clarke repeated slowly, her fear for Bellamy's safety growing

"Detained" Wells answered shortly.

"Where?" Clarke insisted once again. Wells gave in and lead her through the camp to an area just outside it. There she found Bellamy, his arms tied above his head as they held him dangling from the tree. The sight eerily similar to what Bellamy had done to Adam, but this was different. Bellamy had punished Adam this way for one night. It was clear the Bellamy had spent much longer than that tied to the tree.

"Oh My God" Clarke breathed as she rushed to the tree "Bellamy" her eyes darting around to figure a way to cut him down.

"Clarke" Wells heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her search.

"Wells, cut him down!" she demanded

"Clarke he shot me father!" Wells snapped back at her, "He will be punished"

"There's more to it than that, you don't understand" she pleaded then circled the tree to find the rope holding Bellamy.

Wells fingers wrapped tightly around her shoulder forcing her backwards. "What I don't understand is why you want to free a janitor who shot my father" his low voice told her there would be no negotiating with him on this.

"He did it to protect his sister" she pleaded once more as her eyes drifted up to Bellamy. His tired eyes looked back at her with a veil of curiosity over them.

"I don't care why he did it. He is a murder and will be punished as such" Wells gave her a shove away from Bellamy and back towards the camp.

"The laws of the Ark are still in place on Earth Clarke, and we will follow them" he commanded. Clarke glanced once more back at Bellamy, giving him a silent promise before leaving with Wells.

The sunset and a blanket of darkness covered the camp within the hour. The 100 made their way into their tents and the dropship to settle in for the night. Clarke watched as Wells turned in for the evening in his tent then made her move. She quietly walked back to Bellamy, making note of Miller sleeping against a tree a few feet away. She pulled the knife she managed to sneak away from Murphy out of her pocket and slowly cut the rope that held Bellamy up. She grasped tight onto the area above where she cut as the blade tore through the last strands and the rope broke free. Her body jolted forward, pulled by the weight of Bellamy's body now in her hands. She fought hard to bring him down gently, and ran to him the second his feet hit the ground. Her knife made quick work of the rope on his wrists, freeing him within a minute or two. She held her finger to her lips silently "shh" to him as she led him through the forest. They hiked through the darkness until they reached the bunker. Once they were both inside she motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed then grabbed the first aid kit and the canteens that had been left behind. She kneeled on the floor before him and grabbed hold of his wrists. She then poured water over his broken skin and he hissed as the icy water burned his wounds.

"How did you know that?" He asked hesitantly

"What?" she responded as she continued her work on his wrists.

His hands freed themselves from her grasp and landed over hers, stopping her actions. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

"What I did to save my sister" Clarke tore her eyes from his and tried to pull her hands free to continue aiding his wounds. Bellamy gently grabbed her face, bringing her eyes back to his.

"How did you know?" he asked again

Clarke took a deep breath, biting her lip as she decided on the best answer…one that wouldn't lead him to believe that she was crazy.

"I just do, can we leave it at that?" She pleaded

"For now" he smirked revealing his dimples.

Some things never change Clarke joked to herself.

"I'm not sure why you're worried about my wrists, I'm a dead man anyways" he joked half-heartedly.

"No you're not" she shot back at him as she tied off the bandage to his left wrist.

"I shot the chancellor; they're going to kill me"

"I won't let that happen" she assured him as she tied off the bandage to his right wrist and rose to her feet. His hand caught her wrist and pulled her to him.

"Why do you care?" he questioned

"You're too important to everyone here" she replied

He smirked and shook his head, "no one here knows me. Except Octavia and even she hasn't spoken to me after she found out what I did" He pulled her against him, "which is why I don't understand why a Princess like you is so concerned with my well-being" Mistrusted wavered in his eyes as he prodded her for answers.

"You can't ever just trust someone can you?" she questioned

"No" he smiled at her, "I've learned better than that"

Clarke sighed heavily. Telling him the truth would go one of two ways….nope…just one way…he would call her crazy. Though, at this point he left her no choice. She sat next to him and slowly told the story of her dream, more like nightmare; she had of them landing on the Earth. She watched as he processed the information she told him, waiting for the moment he would laugh or throw a sarcastic comment, but it never came. Instead…he accepted everything without question. She should have known better, she scolded herself. Bellamy never second guessed her when she relied on him; he always took her word for truth as she had done his.

"So, in this premonition of yours…you and I….?"

"Are friends" she finished for him, the uncertainty brightly shining through her response.

"Friends?" he asked leaning near her, his face hovering over hers

"Friends" she replied with the same uncertainty.

Bellamy took that as his cue and closed the distance between them, kissing her gently. Clarke immediately melted into him. His tongue traced her lips before sliding between them.

"Friends?" he asked against her lips before trailing kisses down her neck. The tenderness of the moment left Clarke without words. There was an innocence to these kisses that was foreign to her. There was no war being fought around them, no deaths haunting them, no impending doom encompassing them. Just this moment. Bellamy gently pushed her jacket from her shoulders and she shrugged out of it. Their clothes began to pile onto the floor as their kisses grew in intensity.

Soon they were left with no barriers between them as Bellamy's body hovered over hers. He slowly pushed into her, savoring every moment. The blissful ignorance of the dangers that lurk around them allowed the two of them to be in the moment together. Clarke could feel the tug at her heart with every rill of his hips. Everything she had forced herself not to feel, every emotion she denied herself where Bellamy was involved tore into her. If she could have painted the perfect moment between them, it would have been this one. The pureness of this moment would leave a beautiful scar on her heart, one she won't soon be able to forget.