Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long guys but I needed a break for a day or two. I did write a new one-shot called "Home Is Where The Heart Is" that I'm pretty proud of so check it out if you haven't already! I also added a new chapter for The Thin Line series if you aren't tracking the story but have been reading it. This is seriously my longest chapter yet at about 3,800 words. I had a lot of episode to still cover plus my own storyline. I did resolve the Bellamy/Raven drama fairly early on in this chapter so I hope it will answer your burning questions...

On a side note to the guest that said they'd kill me if I had Bellamy sleep with Raven. Bad form! Even if you were joking and not meant to be taken seriously, I am choosing to share my story with you, not the other way around. Every week I work hard to put out these chapters and comments like that make me not want to continue. So please, keep it respectful even if you disagree with something I wrote. Thank you.

(CLARKE)

She stared at the dying girl on the table, wondering how to keep her alive. Finn's life counted on it and she would not fail him.

"Her name is Tris." Anya told her as she looked over her new patient.

The girl was shaking slightly and she was wheezing, as if unable to draw in a full breath. Clarke noticed that she didn't acknowledge anyone in the room, so she must be unconscious.

Clarke didn't know how exactly they expected her to help this kid. She didn't even know what was wrong with her. "I can't do this. I don't have any equipment."

"We'll provide you with what we can." Anya nodded to a Grounder who left the room.

"Why do you think I can save her?" she asked, curious how they knew she had medical training in the first place.

Finn piped up, "Lincoln told her."

"Yes. Our healer is gone. There's nothing we can do for her. For his sake, I hope you can." Anya turned to leave the room and Clarke looked to Finn in fear. His life rested in her hands and her ability to save that little girl.

"Clarke, you can do this." Finn said, his belief in her shining in his eyes.

"Wait." Anya stopped and turned to look back at Clarke's shout. "What happened to her?"

"She was on the bridge when your bomb exploded. You did this to her."

Clarke started to wonder if the path she had started down was really the right one after all.

(BELLAMY)

His hesitation must have shown on his face because Raven stepped close and pressed her lips against his. The shock was enough to give him a jolt back to reality. Bellamy jerked back away from her and wiped the kiss off with the back of his hand.

"I'm not that guy. Not anymore." he glared at her.

She looked to almost be in tears but he couldn't afford to be soft with her. There could be no confusion to where he stood and that was by Clarke's side. He knew Clarke and she wouldn't betray him like that nor would she deliberately hurt Raven. It just wasn't in her to cruelly make someone else suffer.

"Why are you being so loyal to her? She's out there fucking Finn right now while you're here waiting for her. Clarke used you to pass the time."

Bellamy had never hit a woman in his life but Raven's words brought him the closest he's even been. It was one thing to insult him, but not Clarke. Never her.

"Get the fuck out."

Raven stared at him with a look that carried anger, hurt, and a little bit of shame for being half naked in his tent while he was rejecting her. She then pulled on her pants and stormed out of his tent.

Bellamy had hesitated and it killed him inside. Doubting Clarke once before had almost caused him to lose her forever and he would not make that mistake again.

Now he just had to find her.

(CLARKE)

Clarke was in a panic, the girl was starting to gasp and cough. She was starting to suffocate. She started to riffle through their tools to find something that could help but was coming up empty.

"She's getting worse." stated Finn.

Clarke stood up and moved over to her patient, "Help me lift her up."

It was difficult to move the girl as she was dead weight and Finn's hands were still tied, but together they were able to have her sit up. Clarke pressed her ear to Tris' back and listened to her breathing. "She's not moving any air on the left. There's fluid pressing on her lungs."

Finn looked the girl over, "I don't see an entry wound."

"No. It wasn't shrapnel. It was trauma. The force of the explosion, it hit her in the chest. She's drowning in her own blood. She can't breathe. I have to relieve the pressure."

Clarke looked around the room, trying to find what she needed. Not seeing it, she turned to one of the guards, "I need a small tube, something rigid the size of my finger."

One of the Grounders handed Clarke the a pen that was empty of its ink. "Here."

"Fifth intercostal space. This better work." Clarke had grabbed a scalpel and was feeling the girls' ribs to find the correct spot. Her mother had shown her how to do this before and never was she so grateful for all her lessons that at this moment.

She took a moment to steady her nervous hand then pressed the sharp blade into Tris' skin. Too deep and she would make it worse. Not deep enough and it wouldn't work.

"You're okay. Attagirl. Breathe." she spoke softly as the girl cried out in pain.

It was her cries that brought Anya storming back in, just as Clarke was just inserting the empty pen case into the wound to allow for the blood to drain from the lungs.

"What have you done?"

"No. You don't understand. She couldn't breathe." Clarke implored to Anya, wanting her to understand that she wasn't trying to harm the girl.

Anya grabbed Clarke and threw her to the floor. Chaos erupted as Finn ran to protect her but stopped immediately when another guard attacked him and he fell to the ground as well.

The Grounder that had helped Clarke locate the pen, took Anya aside to whisper in her ear. She spent several minutes looking over the girl's condition before glancing over at Clarke and Finn.

Clarke helped Finn up to his feet and neither were assaulted again. Apparently the Grounder had explained to his leader that they had really been trying to help the girl.

She leaned close to Finn to not be overheard while she checked his head for injury, "She's breathing a little better, but even if can we save her, what happens then?"

"Then maybe we don't die today." Finn stared into her eyes and she felt her heart squeeze at the intensity at which he stared at her with. No matter what had happened between them, she didn't want Finn to die because of her.

"She's hot." Anya called out to Clarke while she leaned over Tris, her hand pressed against her skin.

Clarke walked over and laid her hand at the child's neck, checking her pulse. "Her heart rate is way up. She's probably septic."

"What does that mean?" The Grounder leader stared at Clarke in obvious frustration at not understanding.

She glanced at Finn who walked over to the supplies to check for medicine that might be able to help them. "It means her blood is poisoned."

Clarke walked over to Finn and they spent a few minutes going over all the vials and herbs but none matched what she needed. She was angry that this girl was dying because these people wanted her as a warrior at a time when she should be chasing butterflies. And she was scared that Tris might die which would mean that Finn would be killed in revenge.

"I don't see any antibiotics. Maybe that lake seaweed?" Finn asked her, trying to keep her on task when she hesitated.

"She doesn't need seaweed. She needs real medicine. How you send a little girl into battle? What is wrong with you people?" she glanced over at Anya, the anger clear in her voice. This was their fault. All the Hundred were trying to do was protect themselves and it was the Grounders that had sent in a little girl to fight.

"She was with me. She was my second. It's how we train them to be warriors." Anya stared her down.

"Oh, so the killing can just go on and on?" she asked. Clarke could hear Finn trying to get her attention but she was too focused on Anya.

The leader moved towards Clarke, raising her voice as she went, "You put the bomb on the bridge. You did this to her."

Tris started to gasp again and Clarke knew that they were running out of time. This girl was going to die soon unless she did something about it.

"She needs clean blood." It had taken her a moment but she remembered that new blood introduced into the system could help flush out the bad blood running in her veins.

"Transfusion?" Finn asked fearfully. He somehow knew that this was becoming a desperate situation for them both.

"Okay. There's no tubing. so we need a syringe, the biggest one you can find, and I need a cannula. It's like a hollow needle." she told him.

They looked at each other for what could only have been seconds but felt like forever. This was their last chance to save the girl and they both knew it.

(BELLAMY)

He had checked everywhere and still no Clarke. Despite what Raven had insinuated, he knew that Clarke wouldn't betray him. Bellamy felt like an idiot for even having a second of doubt, but that meant if she wasn't back yet, then there was a serious problem.

Bellamy found Monty near the gate and walked over to him. The guy seemed to know everything going on at camp so he'd be the best person to ask.

"Hey Monty, have you seen Clarke or Finn around?"

Monty shook his head looking worried. "No and that kid Myles isn't back either. All three of them went out together but they should have been back here by now."

"Shit." Bellamy muttered to himself. They hadn't even been alone together.

His heart started pounding in fear and different scenarios of what might have happened to Clarke started running through his head. Was she hurt? Maybe one of the others was hurt and she had stayed to help them. But then why hadn't one of the others come back to camp to alert them?

Every scenario taking form in his head was worse than the one before. He refused to acknowledge his biggest fear. His Princess was alive. Bellamy didn't allow himself to believe anything else.

"What do you think happened?" Monty asked him.

"I don't know but we're going to find them. Go track down Raven and see if she's finished those walkie-talkies. We'll need them if they are. I'll grab a few people and we'll head out in few minutes so be quick." he ordered and was glad that Monty jumped to it, not dawdling or asking more questions.

Bellamy didn't want to talk to Raven and he was sure she didn't want to face him either, especially when she found out that her assumptions were off-base.

He saw Octavia standing nearby and knew that she had overheard everything. Bellamy waited as she walked over to him, determination in her eyes.

"I'm coming with you."

Bellamy sighed. He knew that she was going to insist on coming along. "I don't like it but I could use the help. I trust you and need someone to keep an eye on Raven. She'll be...upset and it's better if you're the one with her instead of me."

Octavia looked shocked that he agreed with her but at his last words she raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"

"Let's just say we had a disagreement and leave it at that."

She nodded, although giving him a look to say that this conversation wasn't finished.

No more than ten minutes had passed before Monty and Raven appeared at the gates with weapons and the walkies. Raven avoided meeting his eyes but he could see that she looked upset and worried.

Bellamy didn't comfort her. He had his own fears to contend with.

(CLARKE)

"It's as sharp as it's gonna get."

Finn had spent the last few minutes rubbing the tip of the needle he had found against the concrete floor in trying to sharpen the edge. It would be difficult to pierce the skin with a dull head which would make any type transfusion difficult at best.

"Alright. Thanks." Clarke took the needle and inserted it into the syringe, holding it up for Finn to pour the bleach that had been supplied to them. Alcohol would have been better but she'd take what she could get.

She walked up to Anya and held out the syringe "I'm gonna need your blood."

"No." The Grounder that had helped them earlier was now glaring at Clarke while he stood in front of his leader.

"You're from the same tribe. It's the best match we're gonna get." she tried to explain but they both just stared back at her in defiance.

"Clarke, if you're gonna do something, you have to do it now. Just use mine." Finn had come up behind her and offered up his arm. Tris was gasping for air so Clarke nodded and inserted the needle into a vein running though his forearm. She pulled on the handle to suck the blood up into the syringe then turned to the girl.

"I can't find a vein. She's clamping down. She's lost too much blood." Tris was strangely silent now and Clarke was starting to freak out. She needed to do this now.

"Oh, come on." she muttered to herself.

"Clarke..." Finn was trying to get her attention but she was too focused on the girl's veins. She needed to find one quickly before it was too late. "She's not breathing."

Clarke felt cold dread invade her. They stepped away for Tris's lifeless body and Anya moved to take their place. The Grounder stared down at the girl for several seconds before pulling her knife out. Clarke's heart jumped to her throat and watched as Anya cut off one of the girl's braids, clutching it in her fist.

She stared into Finn's eyes, wondering if they really would kill him because she had failed to save the girl. If this would be their last moments together. She wished for so many things, but more than anything all she wanted was to keep Finn safe from harm.

Anya moved to leave but halted at the door, turning to one of the guards "Take him away and kill him."

The guards approached them in unison, one grabbing Finn by the shoulders and leading him outside while another stood in front of Clarke when she desperately tried to stop them from taking him. "No. No. No. No! No. Please no. I did everything I could. No!"

Tears were streaming down her face as Finn fought against the guard's hold. Clarke didn't want to lose him. He was the first boy she had loved here on Earth and been one of her first friends she had made down here. He still held a piece of her heart and she couldn't bear losing him too.

"Clarke, stop. They'll hurt you." Finn called out to her, willing to protect her even as he was led off to his death.

"No. Get off. No!" she cried to the man stopping her from reaching Finn. She struggled and started to hit the Grounder, trying to get free.

She watched as Finn gripped the door frame to get one last look at her before he was yanked away, disappearing from her sight.

Clarke finally gave up on fighting, and after several minutes had passed she began to work in a daze as she gathered up the tools on the ground. She needed something to do to distract herself from the thought of what was happening to Finn. If he was still alive or if he'd been killed immediately upon exiting the building.

The Grounder that had held her back was helping her once again as he collected the supplies. She didn't understand how he could be so well disposed one minute and so cold the very next.

"Anya will take no pleasure in your friend's death. Prove your worth, and you'll be welcome here."

Clarke glanced up in surprise. "I couldn't save Tris. Why would you want me?"

"We told you. Our healer is gone."

They both stood and she stared at him as she processed this new information. Clarke couldn't believe that they expected her to just join them after what her people had done. She turned her back on him to hide her hate and anger and walked over to the table where Tris had died. Her body had already been removed from the room so there was only the scalpel and syringe that Clarke had used previously.

"Will I be able to go back to see them- My friends, my home?" she asked, already knowing the answer but daring to hope.

"Tomorrow there'll be nothing to go back to."

Clarke felt a new fear creep up her spine, making her shiver. First they had taken Finn away from her and now they were threatening the rest of her people? Jasper, Monty, Octavia...Bellamy.

She wouldn't let them take the only family she had left in the world from her. Clarke saw the scalpel and an idea started to form. She didn't have the time to wonder if she was brave enough to follow through with it.

"Those marks on her shoulder, what are they? Lincoln has them, too." she asked the Grounder, remembering the unusual scars on her shoulder.

"Each scar marks a kill in combat."

"Five kills? She was a little girl." she could only stare at the man in shock at how many deaths could be laid at the girl's feet.

"She was brave." he answered her, pride clearly evident in his tone.

"How many do you have?" she pressed on, stepping closer so that she would be in range when the time came. Clarke watched as he removed part of his chest armour to show her his multitude of marks. "That's a lot."

"And half were after I hurt my knee."

Clarke had guessed that that his right knee was damaged when she had watched him limp around earlier. She hadn't considered it useful until this very moment. She thrust out her leg and kicked him hard, watching as he crumpled to the ground.

She took the scalpel hidden in her hand and slashed at his throat. The man fell back and slumped against the wall, gripping his throat in an attempt to stop the flowing blood. When he tried to rise, Clarke pushed him back and pressed her hands against his mouth, effectively silencing his cries.

"Shhh...shh shh shh shh..." she hushed him over and over while watching the life slowly drain from his eyes. It only took a minute before the fight left his body and he was dead.

Clarke ran.

(BELLAMY)

The group had searched for Clarke, Finn and Myles for some time without any trace. They had broken off to go separate ways so that they could cover more ground. It had taken them awhile but they had finally narrowed down the path they had taken. The plan was to meet up and find their specific tracks in hopes that it would lead to them.

"I thought you said you were heading west. Where are you?" Monty called them on the radio, sounding confused and lost.

Bellamy rolled his eyes, annoyed that the boy had gotten lost. He didn't want to waste time trying to get Monty on the right track. What he wanted was to find Clarke and make sure she was okay.

"Just keep the moon on your left, and you'll find us." he replied via radio.

He was approaching the area where the girls were when Monty called him on the walkie again. "Is anyone else hearing this signal?"

"Just keep your eyes open." he heard Raven tell the boy.

"I think it's the same thing we heard in the black box." Monty sounding more and more agitated. Bellamy could hear a faint noise in the background but nothing that would cause alarm.

"Damn it, Monty, pay attention. Do you see anything? Report." he snarled at the boy. Bellamy didn't have time for this. They all needed to stay focused.

"Oh my God." Monty buzzed through the walkie before a loud screech sounded and he cut out.

Bellamy was about to radio him back when Raven's voice came through the speaker, "There's someone in the bushes."

He rushed to the girls, praying that they had found Clarke and the others. Needing to know that she was safe was all that mattered to him at that moment.

"Myles?" Octavia called out, surprised.

The boy was groaning in pain and didn't answer them. Bellamy could see two arrows sticking out of Myle's shoulder and leg. He felt his body grow cold as he looked around for Clarke and Finn. This couldn't be good if the boy with the weapon had been hurt and the other two were missing.

"Myles, what happened?" Octavia asked, while she checked his injuries.

"Where are they? Clarke and Finn, where are they?" Raven asked the boy, desperation bleeding into her voice.

"Grounders...took...them." Myles bit out, pain making the words difficult.

Bellamy knew that he had to make a choice. Get the boy back to camp or continue searching for Clarke. Every instinct told him to keep looking for her but in his heart, he knew that Clarke would tell him to save the boy.

"Take it easy. We have to get him back to camp." he said to the girls, forcing himself to keep his voice stern and unwavering.

"Bells, what about Clarke and Finn?" Octavia stared at him in shock, not expecting that he would give up on the search for Clarke so soon.

Bellamy shared a look with his sister, trying to convey that he was doing what Clarke would want him to. Risking a glance at Raven, he saw that she was struggling with the decision as well.

"Raven, I'm sorry." He may not like Spacewalker but he knew that his priorities would have also included the boy first.

She stood up and paced for a minute before turning back to them, "We need to make a stretcher."

"Monty, we're heading home. You copy?" Bellamy tried to radio the missing party member as the search was over for now.

When he got no answer, he tried again, "Monty, can you hear me? Monty..."

"Monty, where the hell are you? Report. Monty..."