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Summary: Shivers wracked her body and her teeth chattered. It was like she was being frozen from the inside out, slowly but surely and there was nothing she could do to stop it / Their second winter on Earth, Clarke doesn't come back from a trip outside the gates. Bellamy goes looking for her. Established Bellarke. Three-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own The 100 or any of the songs used.

oh, my love, don't forsake me

ii.

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress,
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest.
The saints can't help me now – the ropes have been unbound.
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground.
"Howl" – Florence and The Machine

"It's been over four hours. I'm going looking for her."

"She's a big girl, Bellamy," Octavia threw in from where she was perched against a table in the communications hut where they were gathered. "They probably just had to go a little further than normal. And she took Sam with her."

"That punk?" He turned to Miller, "Why didn't you go with her?"

His second in command arched an eyebrow. "I was helping you with the building projects on the east side of camp. Why didn't YOU go with her?"

Bellamy scowled and opened his mouth to bite out a response when several shouts erupted from outside of the wooden structure. He heard calls of his name and took off out of the door, running toward the commotion at the gates. His heart stopped in his chest when he noticed two of the guards guiding a bloodied Sam through camp.

"Bellamy," the teenager gasped out when he caught site of the dark haired leader coming toward him. Through the overwhelming pain he was feeling he still visibly gulped at the fierce look on his face.

"What happened?" Bellamy asked when he was within reach, "Where is she?"

"We got separated," Sam groaned through gritted teeth, "I'm so sorry."

"We need to get him into medical, Bellamy."

"Our healer isn't here! He was supposed to be with her!" He yelled. He didn't give anybody a chance to argue with him before he rounded back on the light haired guard that was supposed to be escorting Clarke on her trip today; the guard that returned without her. "Where the hell is Clarke, Sam?"

"There was a pair of wolves – mutants, I think. They came at us out of nowhere and when we ran we got separated." He hissed through his teeth when he shifted between the guards that were holding him up. There was blood seeping through his torn shirt at the shoulder and at his torso. "I struggled with the wolf that had chased me before I managed to kill it and drag myself back here. We were less than a mile away when it happened. I don't know which way she ran but I don't – I don't think she could have gone far."

The unspoken implication of what could have prohibited her from escaping made Bellamy see red and his blood to run cold as he took a step forward, towering over the injured teenager.

His voice was menacing as he spoke, more so than anyone had ever heard before. "If something happened to her, I will end you. Do you understand me? You're dead."

Sam nodded with his head bowed in shame. "I'm sorry, Bellamy."

"You will be," he promised him before sneering at the two that were holding him up. "Get him to the med bay. I don't care who treats him or if anybody does at all. Just get him the hell out of my sight."

They were quick to follow their orders, guiding Sam away from the crowd and toward the drop ship.

"Lincoln, you know these woods in the dark." It wasn't a question, but the Grounder nodded his head from his place beside Octavia.

"I've traveled through them for my entire life."

"You, Miller and Raven are with me. We'll go west. Jasper, Monty and Murphy will go east."

"I'm coming with you," Octavia insisted. Everyone held his or her breath in anticipation for the verbal sparring that usually occurred when Octavia tried to volunteer herself for missions when her brother had initially left her out. Looks of surprise traveled among the members of camp when none came, and suddenly the severity of the situation was that much more intense.

"Fine. O's with us. Raven, go east. Someone get medical supplies and anything she may need. We leave camp in five, no exceptions."

"Bell-"

But Bellamy was already going toward his hut. He threw the door open and stormed inside. When Octavia trailed in behind him not even a minute later he was standing in the middle of the small room, staring blankly at the table. She followed his line of vision to see the old and tattered notebook he had found that he gifted to Clarke months ago.

"What's this?" She had asked when he dropped it in front of her while she sat at her desk in the med bay. Bellamy had just shrugged his shoulders.

"For your art. You use all the paper we have for stuff dealing with camp. I figured you could use something just for you."

She had kissed him for the first time then, one hand tangled in his hair and the other clutching the book to her chest.

She had treated it like a treasure ever since. She had left it on the table before falling asleep beside him the night before.

Octavia rested a hand on Bellamy's back, drawing him out of the memory. "We'll find her, Bellamy."

"We don't have a choice, O. I can't-" He took a deep breath against the lump that was forming in his throat and the mist appearing in his dark eyes.

I can't do this without her.

"I know," his younger sister, his reason for being here in the first place, responded. He didn't have to verbalize anything for her to understand what he was saying – she knew him well enough to know exactly what was going through his head. She stepped around him to grab the gun he kept by the bed. She shook her head as she passed it to him. "You won't have to."

They had been searching for Clarke for close to an hour with no luck. Raven had radioed them a while ago that they had found the wolf and the gun that Sam had used to kill it and had dropped, but no sign of their blonde haired blue-eyed healer. It was like a knife was plunged into Bellamy's heart, twisting deeper with every passing moment.

"We'll find her," Octavia told him for what seemed like the millionth time. "We-"

"Shut UP, Octavia," Bellamy finally snapped, stopping and turning to face her. He didn't miss how Lincoln took a protective step in front of her. He knew his sister was just trying to reassure him, to somehow comfort him, but that stopped working when she started sounding like she didn't believe it herself anymore.

"Bellamy…"

"Just stop, okay? Please. Please just stop."

His voice cracked when he spoke. He ran a hand through his hair as he worked on keeping his breathing even. Images of Clarke overwhelmed him when he closed his eyes. God, he loved her. He loved the way she smiled and the way she laughed and how she always seemed to smell a little bit like flowers and he loved the constant determination in her eyes and the way she cared so much about so many and how somehow he had managed to take up the biggest space her heart had to offer. He loved everything.

They had plans, damnit. They had whispered conversations while they lay tangled up together in the middle of the night – conversations about their hopes and their dreams for this still mysterious world they had landed in. Earth threw curve balls at them on a daily basis, but they were together and they would figure everything out together. They couldn't do that if she wasn't here.

"Fuck!" Bellamy tugged at his hair as he yelled, choking on the sob that bubbled up in his throat. "God damnit, where are you?"

Octavia stepped around Lincoln and moved toward her brother. She reached out for him and had just spoke his name when a soft, barely there sound caught all of their attention and had their eyes moving toward the restricted part of the forest.

"Did you guys…?" Miller trailed off, almost afraid to ask. Then a slightly louder but still quiet whistle met their ears, and four pairs of eyes widened before they all took off running.

"Clarke!"

Bellamy barely registered the rough terrain the hill presented him as he slid down it. He got his footing before he could plunge into the water and fell to his knees beside the still body spread out across the rocks. He cupped her face in his hands immediately and almost hissed at how cold she was.

"Bellamy," she breathed, and he swore it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.

"I'm here," he told her, "Oh God, Princess, I'm here."

He pressed several kisses to her face before his eyes raked over her form frantically, cataloguing her injuries. He hadn't had more than a moment to do so when he heard her sigh and he snapped his eyes back to her face. Her eyes were closed.

"Princess, look at me. No, Clarke, open your eyes. Clarke!"

He shook her, lightly tapping on her face to try and get some sort of response.

But she was still. Her chest was barely rising and falling with breaths and her pulse was weak when he felt for it at her neck. No. No. "Don't you dare do this to me, Princess."

"She's cold as ice," Lincoln said when he leant down to feel her forehead. "She must have been lying here for hours. The hypothermia has already well set in. She needs warmth. Now."

The Grounder wasn't even finished with his statement before Bellamy was rising on his knees to rip his jacket off of him. His quick motion set off a chain reaction and soon Miller was doing the same. Octavia followed close behind.

"We need to get her out of these clothes," Lincoln continued.

"Won't undressing her defeat the purpose?" Miller asked as he wrestled to get his coat off.

"He's right. Her clothes are wet and they're literally freezing to her skin," Octavia said. She reached forward to undo the button on Clarke's jeans while Bellamy got to work on tugging off the jacket and shirt clinging to her skin.

"Turn around," Bellamy demanded, because hell no would he be letting Miller or Lincoln witness Clarke with no clothes on. Fuck that.

"Do you really-"

"I said turn around."

Knowing the tone of his voice was not to be messed with, both men averted their eyes respectfully.

Octavia hissed when she finally managed to drag the denim material off of Clarke's thin legs. The struggle with the material had caused the blood to start flowing from the bite on her leg that had gone unnoticed until now. "She got bit, Bellamy. Her leg."

"Here," Lincoln spoke before Bellamy could, throwing her a wrap from the pack they had brought. "Wrap it. It'll have to work until we get her back to camp and properly treated."

"C'mon Princess," Bellamy begged as he wrapped her in first Octavia's jacket, then Millers and then his own. "You can't do this to me. You can't leave me."

The three others around him tried to ignore the obvious distress in his voice – the pain and the worry forming an anguished tone that they had not yet heard come from the normally stoic and strong man before. Everyone knew of the romantic relationship that had formed between the two unofficial leaders of the 100. But to hear that suffering as clear as day in Bellamy's voice at the knowledge of Clarke being hurt was a clear indicator that no one in camp had any idea how deep his or her feelings for the other truly ran.

"Put these on her," Octavia said once she tied off the bandage on Clarke's leg and stood up to shimmy out of her pants, "I'll wear hers back to camp. Hurry."

Bellamy slid the material up Clarke's legs with trembling hands. As soon as he finished the task he stood with her in his arms.

None of them had thought about how truly steep the hill was when they had slid down it. They had all been solely focused on getting to Clarke. Halfway up Octavia had to drop to start pushing herself off with her hands. Lincoln was a permanent presence behind her, catching her every time she started to slide backwards. Miller started copying her actions, as he got higher. Bellamy was slightly behind them with Clarke securely in his arms. His grip on her was unwavering no matter the struggle he was feeling making it up the steep incline.

Miller was the first to make it to flat ground again. He huffed a breathe of relief before dropping to his stomach and reaching his hands out for Octavia. He grunted when the younger Blake sibling finally managed to grab his hands. Lincoln pushed her up as he pulled, and it didn't take long before she was falling to the ground beside him.

"We can drag her up," he called out, already holding out his hand. Octavia rolled to her stomach and did the same. "We just need you to get her within reaching distance."

Lincoln backtracked to where he was. In the back of his mind Bellamy respected that the Grounder didn't try to take Clarke from him, nor insist he needed assistance. Instead he wrapped an arm around his back to provide the balance he was losing and helped propel forward. They were almost within reaching distance when the rock Bellamy's foot had stepped on moved under his weight, nearly sending him and Clarke to the ground.

"Help me lift her," he said through gritted teeth. He was getting Clarke up this hill no matter what, even if it meant asking Lincoln, of all people, for help. His pride didn't matter when it came to her.

Both men had a knee firmly planted in the dirt, hands on either side of Clarke's body as they pushed her as far as they could manage. There was about two feet separating her from the outstretched hands waiting to drag her body the rest of the way up.

"Get my legs," Octavia said. She waited until Miller had a firm grip on her before she slid down the hill on her stomach, Miller inching her down until she called for him to stop. Her hips were teetering on the edge and he held tight to her so she couldn't tumble down. Octavia flailed for a moment before finally latching onto Clarke's freezing wrists. "One of you get up to help him!"

Lincoln adjusted his hold so the majority of the blonde's weight rested in his hold. "Go."

Bellamy scrambled the rest of the way up the hill, grunting in exertion and having to catch his footing on several occasions before tumbling to the ground beside Miller.

"Ready?"

As soon as O and Lincoln called their affirmative, the two men began pulling. As soon as Octavia's body was back fully on the flat forest ground, they each latched onto one of Clarke's arms and pulled her up. She was back in Bellamy's arms immediately, as close to his body as he could manage. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the light tickle of her breath against his neck. He rose to his feet when Miller and Octavia helped the last of them onto the level ground.

Lincoln draped his coat over Clarke's legs, tucking the material between her body and Bellamy's to keep it secure. "Quickly," he said, grabbing Octavia's hand in his own as they began moving. "We have to get her back."

"I got you Princess," Bellamy murmured into Clarke's hair. He placed a kiss to the crown of her head as he swiftly moved in the direction of camp. "I'm not letting you go."

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