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I really wasn't planning on continuing but here I am.

I haven't really planned where this will go, how long it'll continue. But I do want to add more to it. Leave Review with what you'd like to see?

Clarke woke slowly the next morning, the rising sun shining easily through the fabric of her tent and across her face. A quiet groan escaped her as she rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in her arm and attempting to go back to sleep. She didn't want to get up. Didn't want to deal with everyone's shit for the day and not for the first time she wished she'd just let her mother be in charge. That thought was quickly dismissed though when she thought of how much damage she could cause. Clarke loved her mother, really, but she had no idea how things on the ground worked and that left things completely on the shoulders of her and Bellamy.

The blonde was pulled from her revere by the sound of boots hitting the ground nearby, signaling the arrival of who she could only guess to be Murphy or Bellamy, any one else would've waited for her to be up and ready before coming to get her. Unless there was an emergency but the steps sounded far to slow for anyone to be in too much trouble so she was guessing they'd come to drag her from her bed. Sighing, Clarke rolled back onto her back and leaned back on her elbows as she watched the front of her tent with what she could only guess was a look of complete displeasure. Her look softened only slightly when Murphy ducked into the tent, still dressed in what they called sleep clothes on the ground. Usually consisting of either nothing or their usual clothes for the day. She herself was one of the few girls that had managed to get a second pair of clothes to sleep in.

"Mornin', sunshine. Don't you look ready to greet the day."

John smirked at the blonde as he stepped into the tent and made his way over to her bed, plopping down at the free spot near her feet and leaning back on his hands. That smirk never failed to annoy her, no matter how much the ass had endeared himself to her, that smirk always meant he was up to something.

"Screw you, Murphy. What do you want?"

Her words were devoid of any venom as she nudged his thigh with the foot still covered by her blanket and letting herself relax once more as she continued to slowly wake up.

"Sticks and stones, Princess." He shoved at the foot that had nudged him with a half hearted glare. "I'm here to retrieve you, your highness. Remember, we've got work to do today. It's our turn to hunt and then you wanted to go to the drop ship and pick up all the stuff we left behind. Then there's still some other stuff but that can wait for now."

Murphy cocked an eyebrow in the direction of his Princess and easily pushed himself up and off the ground, hand gripping her blanket and taking it up with him. Smirking, he set it just out of her reach and waved a hand for her to get up which only made her mood want to curl up and go back to sleep even more. But she knew that wasn't a choice so she pushed herself up and smacked her friends should none too gently, lips forming a pout she would always argue didn't exist. Clarke didn't say a word as she pushed him out of her way and picked up her blanket, throwing it back onto her bed.

"Out. I gotta get dressed."

The teen held up his hands but did as told without question, walking back to his own tent to dress for the day. Once he'd left, Clarke striped out of the clothes she slept in and threw them haphazardly into the makeshift laundry basket in the corner of her tent. The basket was empty save a few piece of bloody fabric she'd yet to wash. Clarke bit back a yawn as she grabbed her jeans and tugged them on, almost falling on her ass in the process before she'd managed to get them up her legs and buttoned, the rest of her clothes took no time at all. Her tank top and old Henley the easiest part before she sat down on the bed to pull her socks on. As if summoned by some invisible force, there was a cough outside her tent before Murphy walked back in.

Clarke didn't say a word, simply waving slightly as she pulled her boots on and set to the task of lacing them tight enough that they wouldn't come undone throughout her tasks for the day. She finished quickly, tucking a small knife into the side of one of her boots before she grabbed her jacket and medical bag.

"C'mon, as you said, we got work to do."

The blonde didn't wait for a response before walking out of the tent and setting on the path to the front gate of the camp where she knew the group for today's ventures would be waiting or at least starting to show up. She was proved right when she caught a glimpse of Bellamy's unruly mop of curls along with Octavia, Lincoln and surprisingly enough Monty. All of them waiting fully equipped for the day.

"Seems the Princess decided she would finally join us."

Bellamy smirked at his co-leader, tossing her a gun that she somehow managed to catch. Glaring slightly, she resisted the urge to flip the older boy off and handed the gun to Murphy before grabbing a small pistol for herself, tucking it into the back of her pants.

"Don't be an ass, Bellamy."

Octavia stepped in before Clarke could tell her brother off and giving the blonde a smile, the kind that they rarely saw anymore. Lincoln nodded in her direction, keeping quiet, the exact opposite of Monty who greeted her with a grin and a cheery Good Morning. God morning people disturbed her...
Clarke shook her head, giving them both a small smile of her own before motioning towards the gate. No further words were needed as they set out into the woods with Bellamy and Clarke at the head, the others a couple steps behind, Murphy lingering closer than the rest with his hand resting on his gun. The hunting trip went quickly, Octavia taking down a rather large dear and Bellamy one of those weird jaguar things...she'd yet to come up with a proper name for the creature. Sooner than she'd realized the sun was high in the sky and the others wanted to get back.

"Go on back to camp, I wanna stay out for awhile."

Bellamy looked like he was about to protest when Octavia cut in and told him she'd be fine. The two siblings stared for a moment before he caved and turned with a muttered 'Don't die.' Lincoln and Octavia soon following and leaving Clarke and Murphy to themselves.

"Ready to go, Princess?"

Clarke nodded, turning and heading in the direction of the drop ship, a path she'd walked so many times she was sure she could make her way back there in her sleep, with Murphy falling into step alongside her. Again, they fell into a comfortable silence as they walked, simply enjoying the noise of the forest and the lack of noise that Camp Jaha was always filled with. The pair walked in silence for half an hour before they saw the walls of the place they'd once called home in the distance. It still hurt something deep inside her when she saw the wreckage surrounding the drop ship, the ashes and burnt bodies still laying on the ground around it. Murphy nudged her shoulder before she could allow herself to follow that rain of thought, a knowing look on his face as he looked down at her.

"It wasn't just you, Clarke. We've all had to do things down here, things what we never would've dreamed of doing while on the Ark...Don't let it get to you and move on."

He moved ahead without further word, walking through the grave yard that had once been their camp and walking into the drop ship, Clarke following behind at a slightly more subdued pace. His words, while true, did nothing to stop the ache that started in her chest when she thought of the last time they'd been here. They'd been protecting him, Finn...The ache in her chest turned into a burn when his name crossed her mind, his voice echoing through her head without her permission. She bit back tears, shaking her head at herself and stepping further into the drop ship.

"Check the top levels. I want all useful supplies out of her and back to camp as soon as possible."

Her voice was steady despite the war waging in her head, the ache in her chest pushed to the back of her mind as she focused herself on the task at hand. Her companion started to protest to leaving her alone but she cut him off with a glare and a wave of her hand.

"I can survive on my own for five minutes, Murphy. Go."

He gave her a disbelieving look but did as she had asked, climbing the latter to the second level of the drop ship and beginning his own search for supplies. Once he was out of sight, Clarke let herself slid to the floor, head resting on her knees as she fought to control her breathing. Jesus. How pathetic was she that the mere thought of Finn's name brought her close to hysterics. It took her several minutes to completely calm herself, her breath rattling through her chest as she fought to control it. It felt like hours before she could stand again, hands on her knees to support herself.

Clarke scolded herself mentally for allowing time to be wasted and made her way over to her old, make shift operating room. Setting the bag she'd brought with her for this purpose, she started to pack any and all medical supplies left over into the bag, only leaving behind a few things in case they ever got stuck here and needed emergency aid. By the time the sun started to set she'd packed almost everything they could need from the first level into her bag. Double checking her bag, which was now packed to bulging, she made her way up the latter, calling for Murphy as she did so. Clarke was only halfway up the latter when his head appeared in the hatch. She was about to ask him if he'd found anything when a sudden crack of thunder boomed up ahead causing her to jump slightly, fingers tightening around the ladder.

"Guess that means we're spending the night here, huh?"

Clarke glared up at Murphy, dropping from the ladder with a thud.

"Guess so."

Hit a bit of a block at this point, but here's a second chapter!