Life at Camp Jaha remained the same, or almost the same, after the rescue from Mount Weather. Those who were held captive were reunited with their parents – if they had parents left, and those who suffered injuries were given medical care. Bellamy could sense an invisible line of tension between him and Abby, after all, he was the one who told her Clarke left and had told her trying to go after her would be a mistake. After all, if anyone understood what she was going through – it was him. That didn't mean he didn't think about her from time to time. As he looks at all the faces of those they saved by pulling that lever – Abby, Jasper, Monty, Kane, Raven, Wick, and so many more, the guilt of killing those innocent lives faded just a little more each second. The way he sees it, the residents of Mount Weather were guilty by association and if killing them meant saving his people from enduring horrific experiments like the harvesting of bone marrow – he didn't care. His people were more important.

"Open the gates!" He heard, as him and the rest of the group approached the gates of the camp. He was positioned in the front considering he had previous experience with the Guard when he was on the Ark and since he's been on the ground. He clicked on his gun's safety as they approached the opening gates. He looked behind him to glance at the back of the group to make sure everyone could be accounted for. During the hunt there weren't any casualties but Bellamy knows better than to trust the Grounders not to stage an attack. For all he knew, they were watching the place.

As he looked behind him, he squinted his eyes. What he saw was the back of someone walking away who had long blond hair. He blinked away the image and turned his head back around as he passed the spot he said goodbye to Clarke, and his mouth fell into a serious line as he entered the camp.

"May we meet again."

Once inside, loved ones began to run up to the members of the Guard who were missed. He watched them and invited inside the warmth he felt when he knew everyone was going to eat tonight and that no one was going to go hungry. Speaking of loved ones, he looked around the camp until his eyes fell onto his sister, who was in the training area.

He stepped closer and stopped to watch as a Guard trainee took a knife from his belt and began to charge at Octavia. His first instinct was to react and put a bullet between the man's eyes but knew better against such an act. Octavia stood in the man's line of vision with her fists held defensively at her side and he watched as she waited for the man to invade the invisible line he knew she had drawn in the dirt. Once he crossed that line, Octavia stepped froward on one foot and spun her other foot around, knocking the knife out of the trainee's hand. As she spun, she grabbed him by the wrist, twisted, causing him to yelp out in pain, before she planted his face in the ground.

"You were too eager to attack. The first rule of hand-to-hand combat is patience," she said, holding out her hand for the trainee. Bellamy saw the man wasn't too pleased about being on the ground and glared at her hand. He quickly jumped to his feet, a scowl on his face and blood dripping slightly from his cheek.

"Did your Grounder boyfriend teach you that?" He retorted harshly, brushing the dirt from his clothes and shoving passed her.

Bellamy rose his eyebrow as he watched Octavia chuckle low, a chuckle he knew wasn't from amusement.

"No, Indra of the Woods Clan did," she threw back. Her voice was strong but Bellamy could see the sadness in her expression. He knew Indra had taken her under her wing and taught her how to be warrior. He could see the warrior she is in her eyes and through her actions. She wasn't the same carefree, impulsive Octavia he once knew. A part of him was thankful she was more careful but saddened by the events it took to shape her into being such a strong individual. Her eyes caught his and suddenly her features lit up.

"Bellamy!" She said and began jogging towards him.

He embraced her with a massive one-armed hug considering he was still holding his gun.

"I never thought I would see Octavia Blake teaching someone how to fight," he said as he peered down at her, a playful smile across his features. Octavia chuckled as she stepped back and swatted at his shoulder.

"You won't let me join the Guard so I have to do something," she said.

"And teaching these guys how to defend themselves in hand-to-hand combat is exactly where you should be. You and Lincoln know more about the Grounders than any of us. You're the most trained," he said, giving her his big brotherly look.

"I know, I know," she said, rolling her eyes. "Kane asked Lincoln to pass on his healer knowledge to the people in medical so he doesn't do much training."

Bellamy looked up for a moment to scan the camp before returning his eyes to Octavia.

"Everyone has to do their part," he said. "I have to go check in with Kane, I'll meet you later." He added, repositioning his gun and started walking.

"Come talk to me when you want to be thrown to the ground," Octavia said with a teasing smile.

Bellamy snorted. "I could take you," he said, throwing her the same amused look.

Inside the Alpha Station, Bellamy navigated the halls until he found the Guard area. He nodded to two guards who stood outside of the room, who nodded in return, and allowed him to pass. Once he stepped into the room, he saw Kane engrossed in what appeared to be a heated conversation with Abby. He heard bits and pieces of what was being said but once he took a step, his boot echoed off the walls, and both turned to him with startled expressions. The look in their eye caused Bellamy's gut to squeeze and he knew something wasn't right.

Kane and Abby both looked away with guilty features that he caught but, for now, he decided to remain passive about what was being said between them. Instead, he focused entirely on the fact he was reporting about the hunt – not getting caught between Chancellor politics.

"Blake, welcome back," Kane said, stepping away from Abby who clearly had a strained expression on her face.

"I'll come back later," she said, looking at Kane, who nodded in response.

As Abby passed, Bellamy noted how she gave him one small look as she passed by him. Once again he could feel the tension and was all too familiar with the pained look in her eye. Still, he pushed down the feeling and began walking to Kane.

"I take it the hunt went well?" Kane asked, walking over to the command table.

"Yes, sir," Bellamy replied, making damn sure there wasn't anything but confidence in his voice. "We were able to catch and kill two animals that resemble pigs and we found a water source just west of the camp – about a day's travel from here. The river divides us from the Wood Clan," he said, his back completely straight and his arms positioned behind him.

"Good," Kane said. "Good work, son. Tonight, everyone will have something to eat. No casualties?"

"No, sir. We stayed out of Grounder territory," he replied.

"But?" Kane said, leaning against the command table and crossing his arms. Bellamy hated how the man knew there was something else on his mind.

"But not having a leader of command for the group became problematic. No one knew what move to make or ground to cover without someone advising them," Bellamy said, not straying from the calm and controlled demeanor. "A group member almost suggested crossing the river into Wood Clan territory in order to expand the hunt for food. Another almost suggested catching fish from the river."

"So what's the problem with fishing?" Kane asked. Bellamy's patience was running thin. He sighed.

"For one, no one knows how to fish because there weren't bodies of water in space. Secondly, a massive snake could attack anyone who gets relatively close to the water. I saw it happen when we first landed on earth. One almost killed Octavia," he said, staring Kane directly in the eyes, not shifting under the Commander's pressure.

"So what would you suggest?" Kane asked.

Bellamy was taken back by his question. Did he find some exotic plant to smoke while he and the other's were gone? When in the hell did Kane ever care about what someone else thought?

"Find a general for the Guard," Bellamy answered.

After a moment of what appeared to be Kane considering his words, the man grabbed something off the command table and tossed to Bellamy. He caught it with one hand and looked down at the item. A black arm band with two red lines crossing in the middle. This was the band worn by those who were in charge of security on the Ark. Bellamy's eyes curiously looked up to Kane's, who looked back at him with eyes full of expectation.

"Don't let me down," Kane said as he stood up and turned his back.

What the fuck just happened? Bellamy thought.