The next morning Clarke made her way the canteen, she scanned the hoards of people for her mothers face, but had no luck.

In fact it wasn't just Abby who appeared absent, No Kane, No Bellamy, No Pike?

She settled on a table next to Monty and Made light work of her breakfast.

"Morning Clarke,"

"Morning" she replied with a mouthful. "Where is everyone? Mom? Kane? Bellamy?"

Monty swallowed his food before answering. His hair had grown longer than when she last saw him, and his eyes a little darker.

He looked up from his bowl.

"The Chancellor is holding some meeting, something to do with the ice nation?"

"Really?" Clarke said swigging the water from her Canteen. She wiped the small amount that dribbled down her chin and rose from her chair.

"Clarke, wait, where are you going?" Monty questioned trying to swallow a mouthful of food."

"Finish your breakfast Monty, I have a meeting to get to."

With that she whipped her golden hair out of her eyes and made her way out of the canteen.

Bellamy looked up to see the two metallic doors of the council room burst open as silence fell upon the table where they sat. A few people shifted uncomfortably in there seats as Clarke entered.

"Sorry I'm late" she said pulling up a chair to the round table.

"Clarke..." Abby began.

"Is someone gonna fill me in?" Clarke cut in, looking around the table of people, her eyes settled on Bellamy, he felt them piercing, in their accusatory stare, he looked away.

"Clarke..." Marcus paused as Abby placed a hand to his shoulder, but he continued. "Clarke, the ice nation has demanded that we give up 'The Wanheda' that we give up you as a sign of surrender, we have five days"

"And if you don't?" Clarke asked

"If we don't, they will see it as an act of war, and will march upon us."

Clarke was silent a moment tracing her fingers against the cool Steele of the table.

"Fine, then I'll go"

"No Clarke, that's not what we meant, we are currently devising an alternative plan" Marcus replied.

"You said it yourself, this will be seen as a declaration of war, there is only one choice here"

"We are already at war!" Bellamy retorted with an edge of anger in his voice. "Who is to say, they don't march on us anyway?"

"Bellamy they won't! It's me they want, I am the threat. Once they have me this will all be over, they won't hurt me not if I pledge my allegiance to them." She paused "I'm going, end of discussion"

Clarke had started to make her way out of the room when Bellamy caught her wrist.

"Sorry Princess, but if you think you get to waltz back in here after three months and call the shots you've got another thing coming"

"Get off me Bellamy" she said pulling her wrist from him.

The room erupted with chatter, people began arguing over the best course of action until finally a shrill call for silence cut through the noise.

"Enough." Abby bellowed.

"Clarke is right, they won't hurt her not if they think she will work for them" she paused a moment and looked straight into her daughters eyes, Abby new that if Clarke had set her mind on something there was nothing she or anyone else could do about it. They each exchanged a silent nod.

"Bellamy, you will go with her, for protection"

"Chancellor" Bellamy protested, but Abby just raised her hand in dismissal.

"Until we can find a way of getting Clarke home safely, this decision is final, Clarke Bellamy, you will leave in two days" she walked over to her daughter, and placed a hand on each cheek. "We are gonna get you back Clarke, we will find a way"

As the room emptied Marcus made his way to Abby, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You did the right thing Abby, you made the right call."

A silent tear fell down her cheek, which he wiped away with his free hand and pulled her into his chest. "She gonna be ok right?"

"This is Clarke we are talking about." He said giving her a reassuring squeeze.

That afternoon Clarke made her way down to the sparing room.

When she entered Bellamy was mid combat with a smaller, slightly scrawny kid, they boy may have been smaller but what he lacked in size he certainly made up for in speed, alas he was still not fast enough for Bellamy.

"Good work" he said releasing the boy from his grip, he looked up to see Clarke enter removing her jacket, she began to wrap her hands in gauze. "Hey kid, take five" he said and the boy scurried out of the room leaving the pair of them alone.

Clarke finished wrapping her hands and walked over to the sparring circle where Bellamy stood.

He wiped the sweat from his face with a grey rag and threw it out of the perimeters circle before raising his fists.

"You know you don't have to come with me," Clarke said throwing the first jab, which Bellamy deflected with ease.

"And you don't have to go" he replied blocking yet another jab.

"Bellamy it's done, I'm going, but you don't have to" she pulled him into a neck hold. His arm came real easing himself from her grip and pulling her down to the matt.

"If you think I'm gonna let you go on your own" he began pinning her wrists to the floor, she wrapped her legs around him and rolled till his back was on the matt.

"I wasn't saying that, I was saying someone could go in your stead, you clearly have a life now, I'm sure it's something you are anxious to get back to. I'm just saying, I'd understand if you'd rather stay."

Bellamy gripped Clarke's waist and pulled her back towards the mat, pressing her hard into the floor.

"Don't do that! You left us remember? I didn't know if you were coming back, I didn't know if I would ever see you again, you just left me here to deal with it all" he said no longer hiding the anger from his voice. "What were you expecting Clarke? We all have lives now." He said breathlessly. She tried to move her hand, to pull herself free, but he caught her wrist pinning it to the mat.

After a moments protest he felt her relax beneath his grip, but he did not dare move, the pair just stayed like that for a while, their ragged breaths punctuating the silence.

Clarke wasn't sure if it was the exercise or having a half naked Bellamy pinning her to the floor.

She felt his soft exhalations graze her cheeks, as her resolve weakened beneath him. He freed one of her hands moving his own to her face, he wiped the damp hair from her forehead and allowed his thumb trace the line of her jaw to her lips, he felt her take a deep breath as his fingers traced the outline of her mouth, then down her throat.

Clarke bit her lip in order to suppress a moan, she could feel him pressed against her, his own lips just inches from hers, his heavy breath mingling with her own and his eyes dark.

His lips grazed her jawline, and she could feel her body tense beneath him.

"Bellamy, stop"

She could not be that girl, not again.

Bellamy pulled himself away releasing his grip, but he remained on top of her, he was about to say something when he noticed another figure in the room.

Gina looked on from the doorway, taking in the two figures on the mat.

Bellamy untangled himself from Clarke.

"Gina."

Before he could say another word, Gina had left as fast as her feet would take her, she rattled down the corridors until she made it to his room.

Gina grabbed an old refuse sack and began to throw her belongings into it, she realised she didn't have much that Bellamy hadn't given her.

Before she could finish, the door to the little room flung open.

"Gina, what are you doing"?

She didn't look up, she didn't dare look into his dark brown eyes, for fear she would change her mind.

"Bellamy, I have to go, please don't try and stop me"

"Gina, you don't have to do this." He said grabbing her wrists and pulling her towards him.

"I saw you with her" she said trying to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks.

"I saw the way you looked at her"

"Nothing happened" Bellamy said shaking his head.

"It doesn't matter." She looked up at Bellamy, tears filling up the corners of her eyes. "What matters is, you wanted something to."

Gina wiped her eyes and schooled her features to reflect her calm and usual self.

"You don't have to leave" Bellamy said his brow furrowed.

She smiled a smile that didn't quite touch her eyes, "neither do you."

"Gina, the chancellor..."

Gina pressed a hand to his mouth.

"It's ok Bellamy."

She pressed her lips to his forehead brushing away the tight dark girls.

"We both knew this had to end at some point." She gave his hand a tight squeeze.

"Goodbye Bellamy" and with that she was gone.

He ran a hand through his dark mop of hair and closed his eyes.