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Clarke's body rocked when she felt Bellamy shift next to her, standing and stretching himself out. He ventured outside into the morning, allowing himself a moment to bask in the weak sunshine. After last night, the gentle warmth was bliss on his skin and he tilted his face upwards to enjoy it in solitude.

The hushed sound of leaves bought him out of his trance, and he turned to find Clarke pulling her fingers through her knotted hair.

"I miss my comb," she complained, looking wistfully towards the direction that she thought camp to be in.

"Why didn't you bring it?" Bell was curious, but he honestly could not see the difference between her hair when it had been brushed. It was so wavy that it was always kind of messy.

"I didn't know that we would be gone for more than a day!" Clarke's mood was rapidly deteriorating due to lack of sleep and food. A sudden rumble in her stomach announced itself and she looked at Bellamy hopefully.

"Sorry Princess, I have nothing for you. If you want to eat then we have to hunt."

Clarke huffed, blowing the hair out of her eyes.

"How about you go catch us some breakfast, and then teach me to hunt afterwards? I don't know how good at aiming I will be on an empty stomach..." Clarke let her voice drop low and husky while she pleaded, and managed to just stop herself fluttering her eyelashes.

Bellamy cleared his throat. "If you weren't so obvious then I wouldn't even recognise you," he deadpanned, rolling his eyes at her to indicated that he knew exactly what her ploy was. "I'll go. But you have to skin and cook whatever I catch, like the good housewife you are just desperate to be."

Bellamy swiveled on his heel and marched out of the clearing as quickly as he dared, before Clarke was able to find something to throw at his retreating form.


After Bellamy's rather swift departure Clarke didn't really know what to do with herself. She felt lost on her own, realising that it was the first time that she had been really and truly by herself since her time in the Skybox. It was strangely unsettling, yet equally underwhelming.

An idea struck her and she went in search of the stream that she had heard last night. Upon finding it she frowned, it was bigger than she expected it to be, and moving fast due to the rain last night. Giving up on her idea of a bath, she pulled off her boots and stuck her feet in instead, wiggling her toes and watching the water run in between her digits.

As she slowly swung her legs back and forth, a movement in the water to her right had her drawing her body out of the water and shuffling back a few inches. She didn't want to risk baiting a water snake thing like the one that had attacked Octavia.

Leaning over the edge of the bank she peered into the water as closely as she dared an exclaimed aloud when she saw hundreds of fish slithering over each other all the way up and down the stream.

"Brilliant," she whispered, before squealing to herself and hugging her arms to her body, unable to contain her excitement.

She rolled onto her knees and stood, scanning her surroundings looking for a decent sized stick. She thought that string would be an issue, and made a move to search through Bellamy's pack to see if he had bought anything of use, until she remembered the drawstring on the tracksuit bottoms that she was wearing. Figuring that Bellamy would be gone for a while, and that she would be sitting down anyway, she undid the knot holding them up and pulled the string from the waistband.

Tying the drawstring to her stick she examined the crude but hopefully effective fishing rod that she had found and shuffled back to the water's edge.

She inspected the stream once again, and dipped the end of the string into the patch with the most fish, waiting hopefully. It became apparent however after a little while that this method was going to do nothing in the way of catching any fish.

How to do it how to do it how to do it, she repeated in her mind as she looked around the clearing, hoping for some kind of inspiration. What would Bellamy do? her mind whispered.

"He'd get creative," she declared to herself. "Ugh. That probably means getting dirty," she said as she glanced down into the mud. The rain had of course bought all the worms up, and though she had no problem with all of the gore that human anatomy bought, she did not particularly relish the idea of sticking her hand into the mud.

"Fuck it," she announced. She was going to show Bellamy that she wasn't useless, that she could provide for them, that she was just as good at looking after everyone as he was.

Without thinking again, she stuck her hand straight into a wiggling mess of worms, attempting to shake off the squeamishness that had her squealing.

"Ew ew ew ewewewewewww," she whined. She stopped and looked at the creature, slowly pushing its way along her palm. Crap. She had no way to attach it to the fishing pole. She couldn't just tie it on, the fish would never go for it.

She sighed and went to put the worm down again until she felt the slight pressure of the bobby pin in her hair. It was her last chance to try to impress that shaggy haired tosser who she had come to call family. (The earth did funny things to people).


A little while later Bellamy approached their temporary camp with caution. He had several rabbits tied to his belt but was wary of the silence surrounding the clearing. Clarke was rarely this quiet. He would have expected her to be singing, or humming, or at least muttering about him leaving her for such a long time. But it was deadly quiet.

He rushed into the glade and as such was surprised when Clarke spun around to shush him from her position on a flat rock next to the river behind the cave. Surrounding her were half a dozen headless fish, and she even seemed to be in the process of gutting them, an act Clarke usually left to the hunters. Honestly, for a medic, she was strangely unstable around blood that wasn't human.

"Well. Princess. I am impressed. You did good." Bellamy smirked at her. As proud as he was that she had successfully found them a source of sustainable food, he saw this as another way of getting out of hunting for her. He wasn't going to say anything though. Maybe gutting fish was enough for now.

"I only caught as many as I thought we would need for today," she explained, looking up at him almost sheepishly. "I didn't know how long they would last."

Bellamy lets out a huff of air in order to hide his smile. That's Clarke. Always forward thinking, logical, what's best for everyone and everything. It was always the thing that he admired about her, even when they first landed and he hated everything about her. Now he adores it. And her come to think about it.

He frowns internally. He does adore Clarke. She's family. So are all the others. But Clarke is family in a different way. He has a responsibility for the others. But with Clarke... it's just a little bit different. He realised that he had been standing motionless for a while, staring at the mole on her upper lip for no reason other than he hadn't really noticed it before and it was quintessentially her. He glanced up at the sky and made his way towards the cave, decided to tuck away his thoughts on Clarke for another time. It wasn't that he thought he was in love with her. Hell, she was attractive enough, but he wasn't in love with her. He thought that he might be in like with her. But there was no time for that on this trip. Something to think about though he thought, there's definitely something there...


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