Clarke and Finn hadn't made it more than a few hundred feet when a rustling behind them put them both on alarm. They spun around to face the intrusion, the fear evident on their faces.
"Bellamy what are you doing?! You should stay in the bunker until I can talk to Wells" Clarke's disapproval flittered through her alarmed voice.
"Yeah, I thought about it and I'm not leaving my fate up to your history with Chancellor Jr." Bellamy said as he joined them. "I'm not as confident as you are that he'll forgive and forget" he added plainly as he walked passed both of them. Clarke and Finn watched him in shock. It took a moment for Clarke to shake off the shock and respond. She trotted up to him grabbing his arm.
"You shouldn't come back yet. I need time to talk to him, to make him understand" she pleaded
"Understand what Clarke? I shot his father! That's the only thing he's going to understand" Bellamy responded harshly. Hurt curtained over her face as she struggled to push through to convince him.
"You did it to protect your sister-not kill him" her blue eyes stared softly into his chocolate ones attempting to force him to agree with her words.
"I pulled the trigger to kill him" Bellamy's icy tone reverberated through both Clarke and Finn. Bellamy's cold eyes glared down at Clarke.
"Bellamy I know you" She replied dismissing the chill running through her. "I know you wouldn't have even pulled a gun on anyone unless it was to protect someone"
Bellamy eyes shifted away from hers, unable to hold the intensity of her stare. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think" he replied coldly then turned away from her and hiked back towards the camp.
They arrived on in silence for a while, before Finn's curiosity pushed him over the edge and he had to resolve his questions.
"So we must have been pretty close" Finn glanced over at Clarke as they hiked through the forest.
"In your premonition" he continued
Clarke's eyes met his, but she refused to hold his gaze. Instead she nodded and carried on with their hike.
"I mean, I haven't told anybody about the spacewalk. So I'm just curious as to why I would have told you"
Clarkes eyes shifted around before glancing over at him again, "you didn't" her head turned back in front of her as she continue walking "Raven did"
That stopped Finn in his tracks. "Raven?" he questioned, although his voice was so low he was more questioning himself than anyone else. He shook his head and grabbed Clarke's shoulder with a heavy hand forcing her to stop and face him. Her eyes met his with a mixture of shock and irritation. "Finn we need to keep moving" she insisted, but Finn held tight. Bellamy noticed the two had fallen behind and turned back to them, "You two comin?" he asked.
Finns eyes were locked on Clarke, "Raven wouldn't have told anyone that. No matter how close she was with them" Clarke's eyes betrayed her by holding Finns penetrating stare. "So how do you know?" he accused.
Bellamy took slow steps back to the pair, curiously listening to the conversation, "What's going on here?" he questioned glancing back and forth between the two.
"She's lying" Finn said without breaking eye contact with Clarke.
"We've been through this" Bellamy began with aggravation ringing through his voice.
"She may know things, but she's lying about how" Finn replied, once again his eyes remained deadlocked on Clarkes.
"I'm not" she stated firmly.
Finn stepped into her resulting in Bellamy to close the distance he had with them. Finns hand dropped to her arm and his fingers latched onto her. "She wouldn't have told you that-ever"
"She thought you were going to die, she was pleading for your life and she admitted the truth behind your spacewalk" Clarke confessed, hoping that it would be enough to appease his doubt.
Finn continued to glare into her, "why would she tell you-that's what I don't get"
Clarke let out a heavy breath, and licked her lips, "I tried to save you, from the grounders. I…they…." Clarkes words were eluding her, the emotions that had felt so real before were welling up inside her choking her once again. "It was a moment of weakness; she was scared and thought I was your only hope"
Perhaps not the best choice of words, but they were the only ones Clarke could string together. Finns heated glare cooled as his grip loosened.
"So you saved his life too? That's just your thing?" Bellamy questioned jokingly. His attempt to lighten the mood back fired with one sharp look from Clarke.
"I didn't save his life" she said turning her eyes back to Finns as they brimmed with tears "I took it".
The last three words were so quiet they were barely audible, although they burned through every ear that heard them. Bellamy's eyes widened as he took a step back, as if her words physically pushed him away from her. Finn studied her face, patiently coaxing out the truth with each passing second.
"They were going to torture you" her voice cracked, and as hard as she tried a sob pushed through her. "I couldn't let them that to you…..I….I" she couldn't control herself anymore, the memories were too real. The pain of losing him, of loving him…the texture and warmth of his blood on her hands seared into her heart. With the overwhelming emotions consuming her, her arms flew around his neck as she pulled herself into him. His arms embraced her, crushing her against his chest as he tried to process the information.
Bellamy watched in complete confusion, Finn was embracing someone who admitted to killing him. And while the scene was baffling, one question was now ringing through his mind.
"Did you kill me too?" he accused more than asked. Clarke pushed back from Finn, "No!" she answered in complete shock.
"But you killed him" he nodded to Finn.
Clarke began to tremble as his words pierced her heart. The brutal honesty and bluntess of them tore at every emtion that was already bringing her to a breaking point.
"I didn't have a choice, I couldn't let them-" the words choked in her throat, coming out broken between sobs.
"What exactly would have happened to him?" Bellamy asked, his accusing tone took the last ounce of strength she had within her and her knees gave way as she collapsed to the ground. The Bellamy she knew wouldn't have forced such weakness into her. He pushed her, yes, but always supported her…not agreed with…but supported. This Bellamy was different. The history they had shared wasn't there. Everything she had been through with him in her premonition was what strengthened their bond. This time, they hadn't challenged each other, hadn't questioned each other. No. This time they quickly gave into their carnal desires, but avoided the mess that had previously brought them to that point.
Finn was at Clarkes side, glaring at Bellamy as his hands gently held her shoulders guiding her back to her feet.
"Well Princess?" Bellamy pushed, not at all detoured by her sudden collapsing.
"Back off Blake" Finn snapped at him as he continued to support Clarke. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of her, or her preminitons, but something in him told him to trust her.
"I'm just curious" Bellamy continued "what could cause her to turn on one of our own like that. She said she was a leader, that there were grounders and mountain people to worry about. She never mentioned slaughtering one of our own." Every word that left his lips scared Clarke's heart without remorse.
"I'm just curious if you were the only one?" he finished, his hands on his hips as he stared at Clarke wating for an aswer.
"Knock it off!" Finn snapped at him again, his eyes not leaving Clarke.
"If she prevented me from a slow death in this…premonition…then I'd rather have that then be tortured. I doubt she-"
"I did things" Clarke's body began to straighten out to look at him, "I did horrible things" she trembled slightly. "I killed hundreds" her knees were beginning once again to buckle underneath her and she struggled to keep them strong.
"I hated myself for it" the tears streaked down her cheeks without hesitation with her confession.
"I did what I had to do, what I thought I had to do to save our people" she took a shaking step towards bellamy, then another, and another. Each step brought her strength and weakness at the same time. The mixture stirred within her muscles and bones somehow still allowing her to move forward.
"I don't want to do that again" she confessed as she now stood in front of him "I want to do it right this time." Her eyes met his immidiatly softening his glare. "I want to get it right this time" she reitterated.
He eyed her cautiously for a moment then nodded with approval. "We should get back to camp then".
Finns reassuring hand on her back persuaded Clarke to follow Bellamy. Though they exchanged no words between them, he remained at her side throughout the journey back. His presence giving her the strength she lacked as well as the simple comfort it provided.
They were nearing the camp when shouts rang out around them and Miller pummeld into Bellamy. Bellamy lost his footing briefly, but quickly regain his traction and pushed Miller off of him. His fist swung out and collided with Miller's chin knocking him to the ground. Another boy attempted to get the jump on Bellamy, but proved to be to slow and Bellamy easily threw him against a nearby tree. Panting Bellamy watched as more teenage boys surrounded him. Much to Finn's dismay Clarke ran in front of Bellamy and extended her arms outward to block him from any further attacks.
"Our fight isn't with you Princess" Miller sneered as he reclaimed his footing. "You should move"
"I'm not going anywhere, and you're not going to hurt him" she commanded.
"The General wants the prisoner back. You will move" Miller retorted.
"The General?" Finn questioned from behind Bellamy, "Who's the that?"
"Jaha. His father name him General until his arrival" Miller replied. Bellamy couldn't withhold his eye roll and huff from behind Clarke. "Don't think this is going to work the way you want it to Princess" He muttered to her. Clarke's eyes glanced over her shoulder at him, then narrowed back on Miller.
"You should move" Miller told her firmly.
"I'm not going to let you hurt him" she said maintaining her defensive position.
"You can move, or I can make you move" Murphy informed her from the side.
"He's a criminal. He shot the Chanclor." One of the boys spoke up.
"We're all criminals" she reminded them, "and none of you even like the Chancler"
Her words resignated within the mob, and for a brief moment she had won control of them.
"So you feel it was okay for him to shoot my father. The Chanclor" Wells voice bellowed out before she ever caught sight of him.
"No Wells, but there's more to it than that. You don't have the whole story" She arugued with him as the group parted for him to make his way to the front.
Wells stopped a few feet shy of her, then addressed Bellamy. "Did you shoot my father?" he asked bluntly.
"Yes" Bellamy replied with irritation
"Did you intend to shoot my father"
"Yes"
The tension between the two was so thick it was suffocating for Clarke who still stood between them.
"That's all I need to know then" Wells replied plainly, then turned on his heel. "Tie him up, and keep him under constant survelance" with that Wells walked calmly away from them. The group enclosed on them and Bellamy tried to side-step around Clarke, but she moved with him planting herself infront of him.
"This is my fight-not yours" He told her
"We fight together" she replied, eyeing each of the boys encorching on them.
"Oh..I'll fight you princess" Murphy said before he grabbed hold of her arm and yanked her to the ground. Finn rushed to her, pushing Murphy away. Bellamy tried to get to her, but the crowd over took him and he had no choice but to surrender.
Finn and Murphy stood over each side of Clarke on the ground, glaring into each other.
"You fight girls…that's big of you" Finn snarked at him.
"If I were to fight her" he glanced at Clarke then back at Finn "she wouldn't be laying there" he looked back down at Clarke. "There are other guys in this camp that wouldn't be so easy on you" he walked away from them without another word. It was then that Clarke realized that Murphy hadn't been jaded by Earth yet. Unlike in her premonition, Bellamy hadn't called on him to lead an uprising, he hadn't been betrayed by him and hanged for Well murder, hadn't been tortured by the grounders…instead he was the guy he should have been. The one he had always been before she met him.
