It was silent. The air was cool and crisp. Her bed was hard and bumpy. Her blue eyes remains shut. She knows good and well that she'll see the bland, gray metal ceiling as soon as she opens them. Her dream of Earth would be gone just like the others.
But something happens that catches her attention- a chirping or animal noise of some sort. Whatever it is brings her to the realization that she, in fact, is not just dreaming. She is actually on the ground.
She opens her eyes blinking them several times. The moon and the stars both look so different from down here.
Clarke sits up expecting to see darkness with a bit of moonlight illuminating the trees, but what she sees is jaw dropping. In fact, she's rendered speechless. She's not sure what it is causing this phenomenon, and perhaps it has something to do with the radiation. But nonetheless, the glowing trees are breath taking.
She looks back at the others. The boy with the goggles and his best friend both slept against trees. Octavia, the girl with the dark hair, rested on the boy who saved her from that water creature; her older brother was somewhere nearby. He said he'd take the first watch.
Clarke didn't think there was much to watch for when he offered, but she assumed he was using that excuse to gather his thoughts. He had lost his mind down by the river over his sister being attacked.
He still pissed her off and frustrated her more in the last few hours than anyone else in her almost eighteen years of life, but there was a different side to him when it came to his sister. After all, the whole reason he came on this little expedition was to keep an eye on her.
The blonde turns back around and gets up. She walks through the glowing forest taking in its unique beauty. The group had accused her earlier of ignoring the earth's beauty, but here she was doing just that. She stands there in awe of the glowing flowers before her.
"Thank you."
Startled, Clarke looks to the side to see Octavia's brother standing beside her. The last thing she ever expected him to say to her was a thank you. She'd be less surprised if he started carrying on about the camp and status on the Ark.
"For what?"
"Saving my sister."
"That was all Jasper. That is his name, right?"
She's embarrassed she can't remember the kid's name. He sees right through the blue reflections on her face as she looks at him, and he lets out a breath of laughter.
"Yes. That's his name."
"I'm terrible with names."
"I can see that."
They stand in silence. She looks back at the flowers, but he finds himself watching her instead.
"Seriously, though, if it weren't for you pushing that boulder into the water, I-," he pauses. She can hear his fight to hide the emotion in his voice, "Anyway, just thanks for saving her when I failed."
"You didn't fail her. It's obvious you came down here for her. You're a good person."
"I'm not- not after what I did to get down here. I doubt anyone on the Ark thinks I'm a good person."
She turns around and looks up at him, realizing how much taller he is than her. The blue light reflects off of his face as well.
"For what it's worth, I think you're a good person."
He doesn't believe her when she says that; after all, she doesn't know who he is or what he did to get to the ground. He isn't a good person, and if she were alive, she would be greatly disappointed in him.
"Yeah? What makes you so sure?"
"I see it in your eyes. There's more to you than 'whatever the hell we want'."
"I wouldn't be so sure, Princess."
She chooses to ignore then name this time. After all, she's impressed they almost made it through a civilized conversation without him calling her that dreadful nickname.
"What? You're not going to threaten me or tell me to stop calling you that'?"
Frankly, Bellamy is shocked she doesn't protest the name calling. After all, she spent half their day here doing so.
"No. I don't want to ruin it."
"Ruin what?"
"This conversation. I think this is the first one we've ever had that didn't involve you pissing me off. It's kind of nice actually."
"We've barely known each other for a day, but for the record, you piss me off too."
Shaking her head, Clarke smiles and lets out a small laugh.
"Forget I said anything."
"No. I-I think it's nice too," he admits. He tucks a loose-hanging lock of blonde hair behind her ear. They stand there frozen in silence, each afraid to move.
"Do you think we'll ever get another moment like this?"
She breaks the silence, and truth be told, he is wondering that too. He likes it out here, talking with her, but he's not daring enough to admit that first.
"Whatever the we want, right?"
"Yeah," Clarke whispers. She places her hands on his shoulders and stands on her toes before pressing her lips against his tan cheek, "Goodnight, Bellamy."
She falls back down on her heels before turning and walking back to their sleeping friends. He remains in place wondering what the hell just happened between them. He isn't one to acknowledge cliches, but he couldn't have been the only one who felt that. Bellamy refuses to think of her in that way. She's the privileged princess of the Ark. She's a member of a higher class.
But for some reason, his skin tingles where her lips touched moments ago. The way she said his name still lingers in his memory. She said she was terrible at names, but she remembers his. He's unaware of the smile creeping across his face, and little does she know, a smile creeps across her face as she walks away.