"Bellamy!" Octavia screeched and threw her arms around her older brother. He wrapped her arms around her. "I'm glad your safe, Big Brother," Octavia said stepping back to look at Clarke. "Clarke," she hugged her smiling, "How's my niece or nephew?"

"They're just fine, Octavia," she said, "I'm fine by the way. Thanks for asking."

"I was getting to it," Octavia laughed. She hugged Clarke who when she stepped back, looked at Bellamy with the largest grin.

Clarke walked towards Bellamy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He lifted her feet off of the ground momentarily before setting her back down. Her hormones were only partially to blame for crying as they held each other.

"There's something I never thought I'd see," Octavia said smiling. Bellamy and Clarke were to lost in the moment with each other to noticed her comment.

"I missed you," she cried into his chest. He kissed the top of her head.

"I was so scared I had lost you, Princess," the older Blake cried.

"But you didn't. You found me," Clarke smiled, "You found us."

"You have to go back in," Indra interrupted. "It was our deal."

"A deal's a deal," Bellamy said looking over to Indra and back down at Clarke, "I have to get their people out."

"So, go, Bell, and please, be safe. Come back to us," she grabbed his hand and placed it on her small bump. Her one hand covered his, and her other reached around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Their foreheads pressed against each other. "You can do this." He nodded. "I love you"

"I love you too," he said before kissing her. He turned to his sister and hugged her one last time before heading back in. He walked over to Indra who said or did nothing but hold her arm out to him. He reciprocated the action, and they looked at each other. "Tell your commander to be ready to attack. The fog is down now, and I'm going to free your people. You'll hear from us when it's time."

"Thank you," Indra said, "Bellamy kom Skaikru."

He could tell Indra was beginning to change her opinion of the Sky People. He turned to look one last time at the three women before heading back inside this dreadful mountain. He shut the door behind himself and leaned against it. Bellamy let out a deep breath to calm his nerves. You can do this, he told himself. For O. For Clarke. For our baby. For our people. I can do this. I can do this.

Clarke turned her head at the sound of her voice being called. A woman with long hair and a long dark cape walked towards her. Dark paint covered her face.

"Their commander," Octavia whispered before letting go of Clarke's arm.

"I am glad to know Bellamy's mind is at ease now that he knows you are safe. You are expecting," Lexa said half asking.

"Yes, Commander, I am," Clarke said respectfully. She smiled knowing she was carrying Bellamy's child.

"Nonsense, you may call me Lexa," she said smiling, "and congratulations. It is nice to finally meet you. I have heard much about you from Bellamy."

"Likewise, Lexa," Clarke said, "and thank you. Would you mind bringing me up to speed on everything?"

"I don't mind, but there is somewhere I need to be at the moment. Indra, Octavia, please, tell Clarke everything she needs to know."

"Yes, Heda," Indra responded. Indra, Clarke, and Octavia walked into the tent.

On the table, a layout of the mountain was spread across. Clarke admired their talent in sculpting the figurines which represent the tents and armies. Indra informed Clarke that once Bellamy freed the "secret army" and gave the go ahead, they would storm the mountain. Grounders on the outside. Grounders on the inside. She explained that the fog was down and that they would be marching into the Mountain Men's now disabled "kill zone" when the commander returned.

Not much later, a grounder came in asking for Clarke and Octavia. The two Skaikru women followed the her into another tent and changed into the grounder apparel which they had been given. It fits too tightly, she thought, but only because she was growing.

"Look at you," Octavia said still grinning, "Do you know how far along you are?"

"Eleven almost twelve weeks, I think. Here," Clarke said reaching into the pocket of her Mount Weather clothes. She pulled out her sonogram and handed it to Octavia who stared at it blankly.

"What is this?" Octavia asked confused.

"That's the baby," Clarke said. She pointed at the black and white image, "Here's its head and a hand, and there's it's legs and feet."

Octavia stared in awe before speaking up.

"I spent sixteen years under the floor; so, I've never seen this before. How cool is that though!"

"It's pretty cool," Clarke said laughing. "We had ultrasounds on the Ark. We just didn't have the resources to print them out. All you could ever see was what was on the screen."

Octavia handed the image back to Clarke who found a place in her clothes to hold it. They both knew Lexa would be back soon ,and they decided to make their way back to the commander's tent. However, Clarke stopped when she saw Finn.

"Finn!"

"Clarke?" He asked surprised to see her alive. "They said they let you come back to camp, but when I got there, you weren't. I thought they had killed you."

"No, they planned to, but I'm pregnant," she said. She watched his face fall.

"You're pregnant?" He asked. She nodded as her hand fell to her belly. She could tell he wasn't too thrilled.

"Yeah, I am."

"Who's the lucky guy?" His question was filled with sarcasm. "Bellamy?" he guessed jokingly. Clarke nodded. "You've got to be kidding me. Him? Really, Princess?"

"Don't call me that, and you don't get to have an opinion—not after what you did to me and Raven."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'm happy for you. I really am," he said. Clarke stared him down. She wasn't buying it. "Okay, fine, you got me. I'm happy you're happy about it and having a baby just not about the fact that it's his. I'm glad you're alive though," Finn said hugging her.

"Me too," she said. She pulled back from him when she heard the sound of a horn being blown. This was different than the fog warning. She looked around to find Indra and ran over to her. "What is that?"

"That can't be," Indra muttered, "The commander is ordering us to retreat."

"She's what?" Clarke asked. She spotted Lexa as several other weak grounders exited the door. Clarke marched up to the commander, "What the hell is happening?"

"I am sorry, Clarke," Lexa said.

"What did you do?" Clarke asked angrily. She clinched her fists.

"What you and Bellamy would have done. Saved your people."

Clarke looked at Lexa in disbelief.

"What about my people?" Clarke demanded. She got in Lexa's face. "What about my people?"

"They were not a part of the deal."

Neither leader noticed that Lincoln had walked up.

"What is this?" Lincoln interrupted. Clarke continued to glare at the commander.

"Your commander's made a deal," she said. She turned her head to look at Lincoln.

"What about their people?" He asked Lexa. Clarke answered for her. She turned her head back to the commander.

"We'll all be killed, but she doesn't care about that. Do you, Commander?" Clarke eyes focused on Lexa.

"I do care, Clarke, but my duty is to protect my people."

"We're supposed to become your people! Bellamy told me. You made a deal!"

"I'm sorry, Clarke," Lexa said hanging her head. The commander stepped back but was stopped by Lincoln.

"Heda, teik osir gonplei. Beja!" he pleaded. Let us fight. Please!

"Em ste odon. All of our people withdraw, including you- those were the terms," Lexa said. It is over. She walked away. Lincoln looked at Clarke and Octavia with eyes full of sorrow.

Octavia, Murphy, and Finn stood around Clarke. They watched as the grounder army withdraw. Once they were gone, Raven ran over to them.

"Clarke!"

"What is it?" Clarke asked.

"It's Maya. I don't know what's happening, but she said it's urgent," Raven said catching her breath. She placed the radio in Clarke's hand. Clarke raised the device to her lips.

"Maya, what is it? Is everything okay?" She tried to ready herself for what Maya had to say, but nothing could.

"Clarke, they've got him. They captured Bellamy!" Maya said through the radio. Clarke froze. She reached out to grab Murphy's arm to steady herself. "Everyone else is missing too. It's only a matter of time before they find me too."

She handed the radio to Raven, and she looked over at Murphy. "Give me your gun."

"What?" he responded slightly confused.

"Murphy, no," Raven said.

"Give me your gun," she demanded before she snatched it from his hands.

"Clarke, what are you doing?" Octavia's voice was filled with concern.

"I'm going to get Bellamy," she stated.

"No! That's a suicide mission at the least!" Finn interjected.

"Let me go," Octavia said pulling her sword from its sheath, "It's my brother. My responsibility."

"No, Octavia. He'd never forgive me if something happened to you," Clarke said stopping her.

"And he'd never forgive me either if something happened to you or the baby," Octavia said.

"Clarke, you can't. What about the baby?" Raven asked.

Everything was a blur to her. She couldn't speak; she couldn't hear; she couldn't think about anything except getting to Bellamy.

"I have to save him. I'm going to save him," Clarke spit out. Her voice was full of emotion and determination. She turned quickly on her heels and marched off. Finn ran up to her and grabbed her by the arm.

"Clarke, let me go with you. I can protect you. Bellamy would kill me if something were to happen to you and this baby."

"I don't need you to protect me, Finn," she shouted jerking her arm back.

"Yes, you do. I'm going with you whether you want me to or not," he said stepping in front of her. She pushed past him.

"Fine. Don't get in my way."