Hi! I hope everyone had a good Valentin'e Day! I spent the day at home reading fanfics all day haha. I have a couple of apologies to make on this one:
1) I'm sorry this is late uploading - I've been so tired recently.
2) I could not find a way to make this prompt not angst.
3) I did not check this before posting, so I'm sorry for typos etc.

Anyway onto the fic:

Here they are again, at the brink of the apocalypse. Clarke wonders if it was this quiet the first time around. If the people over one hundred years ago watched in awe as the nuclear rockets flew across the sky, landing in devastation. She smiles in bittersweet recognition when she sees the snow as she steps out into the dying world. She used to dream of how it would feel to step through the cold coating, wondering what the cold air would feel like in her lungs as her nose grew cold and her face turned red. Now, she swears under her breath as she struggles to move fast enough through the sludge.

She checks her watch again as they hurry up the slope, sliding as they do so. Twenty minutes. They have twenty minutes to fix the dish and return to the lab. Doable she thinks. She chances a glance at Bellamy, he's concentrating on where he's walking. She can see the determination in the set of his jaw, and the furrowing of his brow. Sweat makes his dark curls stick to his forehead under his hazmat helmet. She wishes she could push them up out of his face. He glances over and shoots her a reassuring smile, they're in this together she reminds herself and gives him a small smile back.

They reach the top of the small slope and stop. Raven explains the procedure one more time and Clarke feels her gut twist, technology was never really her thing, and now everyone's lives relies on her and Bellamy fixing this dish.

Murphy runs towards them, sliding in the snow. Bellamy surges forward, Clarke and Raven hot on his heels.

"Where's Monty?" Bellamy asks as he helps Murphy up.

"He's in trouble," Murphy manages to get out. "He had to expose his hands, he's passed out." He tells them.

Clarke looks to Bellamy and then over to Raven.

"We need to go now!" Murphy says as he stands up. Clarke nods.

"Aligning the dish is a one-person job," Raven says. "Clarke can handle it."

Clarke looks over to Bellamy again, trying to read his face. He looks unsure but nods and turns away, ready to follow Murphy. Her chest tightens and she knows she has to say something.

"Bellamy," Clarke says. He turns back. She looks up at him, her heart screaming for her to tell him how much he means to her. She wants to reach forwards and grab the sleeve of his hazmat suit and tell him she loves him and beg him not to go. This isn't goodbye, her brain tells her, but it feels like it is.

"Clarke, if this is one of those moments where you tell me to use my head..." He starts.

"No," she says evenly, there's not enough time to tell him everything. One day she will, she thinks, when they're together on the Ark, they've got five years of time to come. She'll tell him then.

She swallows everything she wishes she could say (she's not sure if her throat hurts from the lump that is forming or if it's another side effect of the radiation) and settles on:

"I was just gonna say: hurry." She gets out, slightly broken. If any of them notice the tears in her voice, they don't comment.

He pauses for a second and she wants to scream at him to run, to come back quickly.

"You too." He tells her and nods. She watches his retreating back for a moment before turning towards the satellite dish.

I hope you all enjoyed it! I've actually only got one prompt left to post so feel free to send me more on tumblr ( isla1975) and I'll try and get to them!