A/N: Hey guys, here's chapter four! I'm really glad to hear that you guys are enjoying it so far, especially the Bellarke moments, and I'd really appreciate any further reviews :) Tell me what you like/ don't like/ want/ advice, anything really hahaa! Happy reading~

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Chapter 4

They talked the night away, giggling and appreciating each other's company. The two of them were sprawled on Clarke's bed, sharing memories and funny stories, reminiscing about life on the Ark. They made each other happy, and neither one could deny it.

"Hey, crazy idea," Bellamy stood up, still grinning from what Clarke had just told him, "come with me."

He reached out to a confused Clarke, who hesitantly placed her hand in his and followed him out of the tent. The world was grey. The dark of the night was being slowly pushed out by the invading light of dawn. Bellamy led her back past the fence and on a small trek uphill. Clarke was hesitant, but her curiosity allowed him to continue. And her heart would never have forgiven her if she let go of his hand. They finally stopped when they reached the crest, surrounded from behind by a forest, and facing a cliff in front.

Clarke looked at him, brows furrowed questioningly. "What are we doing…?"

"Just sit down, and wait." Bellamy smirked a little and sat at the edge of the cliff, legs dangling above nothing. He leant backwards, resting his arms behind him. With no other alternative, Clarke placed herself beside him, and waited. Soon enough, she saw it. Her eyes widened as she watched the sky transform. It began as a hazy purple-blue, then a blazing ball of orange appeared at the edge of the horizon, bringing with it dancing streaks of pink and red and yellow. The colours weaved over and under the clouds, blanketing the land with its beauty.

"Wow, Bell. This is amazing!" She couldn't take her eyes off it, watching until the sun was high in the sky, and the colours finally faded into blue.

"Yeah, it's beautiful," his voice was soft, almost a whisper, eyes only on Clarke.

They got back to a buzzing camp. The morning serenity was polluted with footsteps and fluttering canvas, chirpy voices and singing birds. Clarke felt eyes on her wherever they went, and she stayed close to Bellamy for protection.

"CLARKE!"

She turned around, trying to find the owner of the voice. And then she saw a familiar red jacket, its owner running towards her. Raven.

Her heart was racing, and her mind kept bringing her back to the nightmare. She scanned her surroundings, desperate for an escape. But Raven was closing in, her arms reached out.

Clarke looked terrified into Bellamy's deep eyes, and felt a sliver of safety at the sight of his hand hovered over his knife. Raven got closer, and Clarke was too terrified to move.

"Raven, I'm really sorry I didn't mean to it just-"

She closed her eyes, awaiting impact.

It crashed into her, a force so strong she stumbled backwards. Arms wrapped around her back, and she felt a head rest on her shoulder. What?

Clarke fluttered her eyes open, to find Raven hugging her. Relieved, she wrapped her arms around Raven, and leaned into her.

"Thank you," Raven pulled away from the hug and looked at Clarke with tearful eyes, "He went the best way possible given the situation, and for that I'll be forever grateful." She pulled Clarke back into a hug.

"I'm sorry he had to die."

"Me too."

They stayed in each other's comforting embrace, before Raven finally had to leave for work. Her conscience cleared, Clarke turned back to face Bellamy, who smiled back at her with raised eyebrows. She headed back toward Bellamy, a new bounce in her step, and wrapped him in a tight hug.

"This day started so well, I don't think there's anything that can ruin it."

His warm breath tickled her neck as he chuckled, glad that his princess was once again high-spirited.

Finally there was peace.

They were sat around the table, a large jug of Moonshine amidst the mess of cups, their voices echoing around the night. Clarke, Bellamy, Raven, Octavia and Lincoln were leaning into each other with laughter, drinks in hands and happiness plastered on their faces.

"Ok, ok, my turn," Raven slurred, pausing as she scanned her mind for a question, "Never have I ever…played this game with someone I love." Octavia and Lincoln linked arms as they drank, and a red-faced Bellamy downed the rest of his cup at the other end of the table.

For a moment, Clarke had her hand on her cup, not sure whether to drink or not. He probably drank for Octavia, he couldn't possibly have been referring to me. She had grown increasingly close to Bellamy over the past few days and, maybe it was the Moonshine speaking but, she couldn't help but feel something when he was around. Something in the pit of her stomach, that caused her heart to race and her jaw to drop. Something that made her beg for his touch, and crave the sound of his deep voice. Whether she wanted to be or not, she was in love with him.

Might as well, she reasoned, hopefully the Moonshine will wipe this night from our minds. And with that, she cleared her throat and took a small sip. All eyes on her, she took another sip before gulping the rest of her cup. They all cheered, and Octavia started her turn. But Bellamy's eyes stayed fixed on her, and when she found the courage to turn to face him, he caught her gaze and smiled. A tingling sensation ran down her spine as she felt his hand rest on her knee under the table, and slowly she reached her hand down and entwined her fingers in his.

Just as Clarke, Lincoln and Raven were about to drink from Octavia's question, they heard yelling erupt from behind. Swarms of people crowded to the entrance of the camp, and the five of them curiously jogged up to assess the situation. Before they reached the end of the masses, they already saw it. There were five Grounders on horses, large spears at the ready. Four were big men, brows permanently furrowed and booming voices declaring their arrival. A young girl sat on the middle horse, and although she sat wordlessly, her presence was the loudest of them all. Lexa.

She waved her hand, and her guards immediately fell silent. Lexa's darkly lined eyes scanned the crowds, resting her sight on Clarke. In one swift motion she dismounted her horse, and approached the blonde that was beginning to move toward her. The two girls stood face to face, encircled by onlookers.

"We must talk." Lexa's voice was firm, and her request was final. With no more than a slight nod of her head, Clarke led them back to her tent.