A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted any of this fic it's just I've been working on others and school and just yeaaaa. Sorry about all of that. I apologize in advance for all the misspells I know there will be a ton because I haven't proof read this one but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Bellamy stares at the sleeping Clarke, she said she would wake up early but Monty and Jasper had kept her up with their antics last night and she stayed up. He was suppose to wake her up but when her eyelashes fluttered, her lips opening to make small breathes in her sleep, he thought what would be the harm in letting her sleep a little bit more?

The colors were finally starting to regain in her face. Her pale hair had turned more golden, the pinkness in her cheeks had finally come to life and her lips had there usual bubblegum color to it. She probably needed this. Back in the prison, she was working constantly, always healing people, running back and forth through out the camp to make sure everyone was okay and tucked in and made sure that every single person was satisfied before she even stopped moving her feet. She probably needed this, even if it wasn't much of a break, she was sleeping and didn't have to worry about the weight of healing/curing someone for now.

Jasper and Monty are still passed out, both hugging each other as they snore soundly and Raven has her boot in the back of Jasper's back. Bellamy scoots himself down, laying beside Clarke as she sleeps and he studies the curve of her lips and the way they look more plump when she sleeps. She moves her foot, her eyelashes fluttering a bit more and he thinks she's awake but her eyes are still closed. He smiles, reaching over and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

He then looks in horror as he sees the wide grin spread across her face. "I'm awake."

She opens one eye at him, giving him a smirk that reads: Oh I have dirt on you now.

He scoots away, sitting himself up and looks away from her grinning face. "Get up, we have to get the supplies. I told the others that we'd come back before they even woke up."

She nods, standing up beside him and grabbing her jacket that laid on the floor. She doesn't talk about what he did which he's thankful for, he didn't mean to do it, there was simply a hair in front of her face and he wanted to remove it. They walk in comfortable silence over to the pharmacy at the end of the road. "Octavia got mad at me." Clarke says, breaking their silence.

"Why?"

"She said that she wanted to come on the trip. But we both knew you wouldn't let her come..."

"You know it's dangerous out here." He reminds her.

"Bellamy," she sighs. "take it from someone who was practically locked in a tower her whole life. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, we'll always find away out because you aren't letting her see the horror. She's curious and she thinks - being that you keep her hidden away - that everything isn't as bad as it actually is. I told Octavia that I'd try to convince you to let her go next time."

"Clarke, don't make me be the bad guy here. I don't want her getting hurt."

"She wont be. We'll take Miller, Monty, Jasper, Raven, me and you. It'll be a very small trip, but we have to let her get this curiosity thing out of her system." He gives a strained look like he might be considering it and she pushes, "Last week she almost opened the gates, letting down all our defenses because she saw a blue butterfly, Bellamy."

He sighs, running his hand through his hair and massaging the back of his neck. She smiles, she knows he's really considering it and she pouts out her lower lip, batting her eyelashes mercilessly, adding out a whined, "Bells."

His stomach churns watching her do this, he feels a cascade of butterflies flutter in his stomach because only two people call him Bells. His mother and his sister, he only allows people he keeps close to his heart to call him that. The camp tried to call him that once and he said to stop with the dumb nicknames and get to your positions but he likes how she says it. He likes the way it makes him warm and smile. "C'mon Bell, please."

He sighs, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, fine, fine. We'll do it right when we come back though."

"Why so soon?"

"I wanna knock it out of our way."

She smiles, grabbing his bicep and giving it a squeeze as a thank you. "It means a lot to me. I promised Octavia I'd make sure she went out - so actually having your permission saves me a lot."

He rolls his eyes at her smile, mostly because he cant handle the intensity of it and she looks too cute to stare at for that long. Bellamy grabs the pharmacy door, opening it wide for her to go in and after she rolls her eyes, muttering out 'so charming', she walks inside. They check the area before Clarke goes looking for supplies and he watches the door.

"So what did you do before all...this?" Clarke asks, shuffling through the medicines cabinets.

He thinks about it for a second, Clarke never really asked about his past or anything without a reason. Last time she did this it was because of Octavia wanted them to be buddies. "How about we just skip the part where we fake-care about each other?" Bellamy retorts, he now knows why she's asking. Octavia probably asked her to let her go outside the walls and she wanted her best friend and her brother to get along, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. No way in hell does she actually care. Clarke Griffin doesn't care for him, although they might be friends and they might need each other, she doesn't actually care.

Clarke sighs, grabbing some Neosporin and putting it into her bag. It's quiet as she moves around some empty containers, opening it and sighing when she doesn't see a pill. She shakes a few bottles and boxes, trying to see if something is in there and growling at herself when she has to move to the next cabinet. Bellamy can tell she needs her mind distraction so with a long sigh he says, "I was a janitor."

Clarke stops from shuffling, trying to force down the apparent smile making its way on her lips.

"Shut up." He rolls his eyes at her wide grin, adjusting the gun in his hands.

Clarke laughs, throwing her head back and enjoying the laugh she needed. These past days hadn't been exactly good but this had really made it. "Sorry it's just...the camp thinks you were an inmate at the jail. But no, you were a janitor." She backs up, looking at him with a wide grin and an interested eye, "Can you just move your arms for me? Like your mopping, I just want to get the image in my head."

He puts down his gun on a near by shelf, looking so serious that she takes a step back when he walks over to her, he grins and starts pinching her sides. Her eyes go wide when she feels him tickling her, she's pushing for him to stop as she laughs, begging him to stop as she grabs his hands but he presses on with his tickles. He stops when her knees give out and he isn't even tickling her, she's simply laughing. Holding her stomach because it hurts and wiping away the tear that created in her eyes. Once she regains her breath, she folds her legs on the floor, waving her hand for him to continue and with a sigh, he does.

"I was a cop, that's the reason I know the place so well. Sometimes they'd put me in charge of the inmates."

"Wait, wait, wait. Big bad Bellamy Blake, a man who wants chaos was a cop? That's even less believable than a janitor!" She laughs again. There was something inherently hilarious about big bad dangerous Bellamy Blake, enforcing the law rather than breaking it.

Bellamy rolls his eyes and Clarke urges him to continue the story of how Bellamy had become a cop and a janitor. "Octavia was the one going to jail actually, well, Juvie anyway. I was with my boss when we found her drunk and apparently she had robbed a bank or something...I tried covering for her and I got fired and the only job open at the time was a janitor so...yeah."

"Sorry." Clarke says, unsure if she should put her hand on his shoulder or give him a hug.

"I told you to skip the fake caring part."

"I do care." He lowers his gun, looking at her on the ground with wide surprised eyes. They both hold it, the humid hot air has now become thick (she doesn't think it's because of the humidity anymore) and she feels paralyzed by his stare. Both of their gazes avert to the front door when they hear a zombie pressing it's body against the glass door, slamming itself into it forcefully.

"Hurry up." Bellamy demands and she nods, getting up, shaking the boxes and bottles around and throwing in some ointment, pads, bandages and one bottle of Tylenol that actually has something in it. They go out the back way, it's quiet and this time it's not the peaceful quiet it usually is when it's quiet between them. He keeps hearing her words ringing through his head.

Does she really care for him? Or was she just being the I-love-everyone-princess that she was?

He wasn't sure. He didn't want to find out either because for some reason, he really enjoyed the idea of Clarke caring for him.

Clarke pulled out her notebook from her pack, grabbing the pencil along with it and crossing off medical supplies.

There was a lot on the list but she had underlined four things and he guessed that's what this trip was what they needed. "Next stop, gun powder, blankets and such and finally food. But I guess the bread could count on that subject too. Still though, I want to get more. Eating bread everyday kind of leaves a sour taste in my mouth."

"Do you wanna grab the rest or let them sleep in a bit longer?"

"They've had a long day, let's let them sleep."

They go to the laundry mat to get some blankets and hopefully clothes. The laundry mat has at least three walkers on the outside and five on the inside so they arrange a plan. Bellamy is to be the bait and Clarke will go behind them with stealth and jab her machete into the back of their skulls.

She gets the two with ease but the third one is about to jump her when Bellamy runs at it, knocking it to the ground. She gives a nod as thanks, he nods his head for her to open the door and when she does they go back to back, striking when they see an opening. She can feel the taunt in his muscles, the smell of earth radiate off him and something that's just so Bellamy, she doesn't know if it's the leather smell or the smell of pine trees.

Bellamy stabs his knife into all of their brains just to make sure their dead once they are done, and after he does Clarke searches the bodies for anything useful. Only finding a pocket knife and a hundred dollar bill that they can use to help put up a fire. She stares at the hundred dollar bill, now its just a green piece of paper with no use whatsoever - well, other than to help a fire. "Funny how much this use to mean before, huh?" She mutters, not really caring if he hears.

"To think only a few months ago I would have had to sweep floors just to get a hundred dollar bill..."

She pictures Bellamy with a mop in his hands, his hair slicked back and in that funny blue janitor suit. She wonders if he would be concentrated or just annoyed, wonder what his thoughts would be like. He snaps her out of her thoughts when his hand brushes hers, it's his small way of saying 'good job' and a 'don't dwell on the past, you'll only get sad'.

"Stay here, I'll check real quick and call you once I'm done." He orders, already about to go in but she catches the sleeve on his leather jacket and tugs it to make him face her.

She pouts, folding her arms in defiance and raising her chin. "Don't be so chivalrous, I can handle myself. You did just see how I stabbed that thing in the eye, right?"

"Trust me, if I know any part of you, I know you can handle yourself."

He does know me, she thinks.

"Humor me, alright? Just stay here."

She holds his gaze, sees the worry in his eyes and the way his sharp features soften for her. Pleading for her to just stay here. She rolls her eyes, giving a nod and says if he's not done soon she'll go in by herself. He retreats, jogging fast as he checks every inch of the laundry mat to make sure none of those monsters are in there and about to jump them.

She taps her foot impatiently, unfolding her arms to let it dangle at her sides and her heart is beating fast now. She's wondering what he's doing behind those doors, if he's okay and now her mind is drifting towards a walker jumping out of nowhere and on top of him and he's trying to bite him and Bellamy is trying to - she runs in.

"I told you to wait outside." He remarks, she can tell he's angry she defied him but he still smirks so she knows he isn't that angry with her. "I checked the whole building. A dead body is here but their brains are blown out, I'm guessing they committed suicide or something."

Clarke takes a shaky breath when she sees him, glad to know he's here. Alive and unhurt.

She follows him in compliance, both of them silent as they rummage through the drawers and various places where something useful could be hiding. She struggles with the unfamiliar sensation she feels in her body when she's by his side; an uneasy peace with each other. It disturbs her slightly when she finally places it: safety. She knows she's had this feeling with him many times before, even when he's bloody and beaten his presence makes her feel more safe than she's felt in her life. It's not even safety it's more like a calming peace. Like she can breathe again.

When had Bellamy gone from being her biggest fear in the camp to the one she most trusted to have her back?

The one who caught her when she falls; the one who pulled her down when she felt like she was flying off; the one who had her back; the one who took the breathe away from her lungs and would instantly make her breathe again? The one who made her want to live.

Clarke has now listed off the three things they needed and had given the okay to go back to the crew. Bellamy looks up at the sky, seeing the black smoke entrap the sky, reaching among the clouds and looking as if their would be thunder. "Something must be burning." Bellamy notes, walking beside Clarke in unison.

"Something big." Clarke says, cocking her head up to look at the clouds. Seeing the gray smoke mixture in with the blue sky. Her eyes widen in horror, her whole body is shaking as she whispers out, "That's in the direction of the prison, isn't it?"

They both begin running, it's a futile attempt because even if it was the prison; its not like they could do anything about it. Clarke thinks it's idiotic too, whatever is over there has attracted the walkers being with all the smoke. But Bellamy keeps muttering 'Octavia, O please be okay, Octavia I'm coming.' and she's determined to run along side of him.

Bellamy has always run along side of her, no matter where she went; no matter if he thought it was a dumb idea; no matter if he was sketchy about it, he always followed her without even a blink of an eye. So she thinks it's only fair for her to do that for him like he does to her.

She's focusing on putting one foot after the other, trying to keep along with her strides because she's so tired she's going to pass out. "No. No, no, no, no, no!" Bellamy curses, she looks up to catch what he's staring at and her eyes widen in horror.

The prison is covered in fire, the gates are torn down and their is a hoard of zombies raiding through the prison. She reaches out before he can fall and he falls into her arms, his knees had given out and he stares in horror at their burnt home. Clarke's eyes are stinging, their friends, their home, all of it has been burnt to the ground with zombies parading on it.

She's holding onto Bellamy's head, cradling him in her arms although it must have looked rather ridiculous being that he looked massive compared to her. She still does though, cradle his head against her chest as he just stares into the abyss in horror. He doesn't move or make a sound, he doesn't cry, all he does is just stare at wherever his face is pointed.

She pulls his head to her face, her forehead resting on his and rocks both of them. "It's okay, it's okay, we're gonna be okay." But she's crying.

She pushes her forehead more into his, she just wants to soak him in, to be as connected with him as possible because that safety she feels around him really needs to come back. "Octavia is dead." He rasps out, his breath hitting her nose and he holds back his tears by closing his eyes shut.

"We don't know that." She says back, her chin is trembling and she's grabbing onto every inch of his body to keep them together. This is her rock and right now he's crumbling so she has to glue back the pieces because without him she's pretty sure she wont make it any longer. No, she knows she wont make it.

"We don't know that," He repeats, like he's trying to convince himself and she nods eagerly. Her hands travel from his back to his shoulders to his hair and back to his face. She's trying to pull them more together, to pull herself more tighter against him that her mouth finds his and she lets her lips lay there.

Pushing against them so hard, she's sure she'll leave a bruise their. He grabs onto the back of her shirt, pulling her up and just as hard against him and their both desperately clawing at each other. It's only when they hear soft groans of the walkers making their way over to them that they pull apart.

These walkers must be more old; more decayed because they don't run as fast, they run with limps and it's more like fast walking than it is running. "We need to go." Bellamy says, pulling her to her feet and their both leaning on each other as they walk away from the prison.

She looks over to Bellamy, to see him with his straight face; his eyes are cold, desperate and broken. She intertwines their fingers, cold tears are rolling off her cheeks into the ground. She's about to look over her shoulder, to see their old home in shambles, wondering if they should go back but he tugs on her arm and gives it a squeeze. "Don't. It'll only be more painful."

They crash into the first building they see, not even checking to see if it has any walkers inside. The first thing they do is sprawl onto their back and stare at the ceiling, opening up their arms in surrender and to just let the world take them although they both hold each others hand. "This cant be happening." She whispers. "We should go back, check for survivors."

"There were none."

"We don't know that yet! Their could be! Monroe, Fox, Miller and Octavia could all be out there! We don't know if they died yet! They could be scared and alone! We need to help them-"

"They died, Clarke!" He uproars, slamming his fists into the floor. "They died. If we went looking for them all we would have done was gotten ourselves killed. They died."

He turns away from her face to stare back at the ceiling. All of it hits her then, hard and painful. Everything is gone. Octavia. Miller. Fox. Monroe. Harper. All of the rest of the 48. Their supplies. Their house. Everything. She takes a large gasp of breath before deep, wrenching sobs tear into her chest and Bellamy stares at her. Watching as she wraps her arms around herself to try and stop her crying.

He hesitates only once before he wraps his arms around her and nuzzles his head into her neck as they both shake with tears boiling up inside them. He presses his lips to her temple as he whimpers out, "Were okay, we're okay,"

She leaves her lips on his neck as she crumbles in his arms, she runs her arms around his back and closes her eyes because he's shaking. She cant even imagine how he feels. Bellamy had once told her when they were on a scouting trip that his life didn't start until he was six, because that was the year Octavia was born.

She remembered teasing him because she said, "If your life didn't start till then I guess I'm older, huh?"

And he rolled his eyes, bumping his hip with hers and told her even if he was born then he'd still be more mature and taller than she was or ever was going to be which she scoffed and shoved him. "Your my life," she whispers, not knowing if he heard but by the way he hugs her tighter she guess she has. "You're the day my life began."

He has his arms wrapped around her waist, her knees are on both sides of his legs and he has his face pressed deeply into her stomach. Their reminiscing about the things that had gone on in the camp, telling each other stories that are making them laugh and sniffle and just hold onto each other tighter.

She watches as the crowd uproars, screaming at one another and pointing accusing fingers at each other as they raise their guns. Bellamy is trying to scream over them, telling them to all calm down and lower your weapons and Clarke rolls her eyes. "I don't have time for this." She mutters under her breath, walking away to grab a gun before she shoots it in the air making everyone silence.

"We don't kill the living. I'm doing the best I can to try and save everyone as well as heal, we haven't been bit so whatever this is - this sickness - it isn't fatal. I think it's just striking anyone with a bad immune system, either way, I will cure them."

"Get back inside the fuckin' tent before you spread it to us! She could be turning zombie and trying to trick us!" A man says, raising his gun to her head and Bellamy lunges toward the man, lifting the gun up to make him lose his grip on the trigger and elbowing him in the gut as well as face making him to fall on his ass.

"Shut the fuck up." Bellamy spits out, the man scrambling backwards and muttering an apology.

She nods over to Bellamy, a small thank you in her dictionary but he just gives her a nod which is a firm 'no problem, princess' in his dictionary. "Alright, whoever is sick follow me. Whoever is cured stop fighting and do what Bellamy says." She turns around, two sick people following her into the tent.

"I thought we made a pretty good team when you did that for me." She tells him, threading her fingers into his dark unruly curly hair.

"I thought I was gonna lose you when you got sick that day. I thought you were gonna leave me to take charge of all of them by myself. I was such a mess that day." He laughs into her stomach.

"Didn't hold up that long, you got sick only a few seconds later." She teased.

He nodded, smiling in remembrance. "You remember that time when we told the group we were going to be co-leaders?"

"And Monty had asked weren't we already?" Clarke laughs.

Both of them saying at the same time, "Then we said we were going to start making decisions together and that was news to them!" They both laugh.

They were walking over to the so called bunker Raven had said she had spotted on her last mission. Clarke was assigned to check it out and to get a partner and she had decided to grab Bellamy. She wanted to make it quick, in and out, and the only person she imagined allowing her this was Bellamy. Plus, they needed to go over some undiscussed things. The gates were starting to get weaker everyday and Clarke had suggested putting up another wall, just in case.

She was explaining the good causes there would come if they did this, although it would take out a lot of time and energy; it would make everyone feel a lot safer. Plus, no one wanted to see the walkers faces and with the gates they have now, they were staring them straight in the eye everyday. Bellamy groaned from in the other room that he was searching in, "Clarke, that's too much energy. All of them men are tired already. That would also mean we'd have to go out more for food so they can keep their strength up."

"I know, Bellamy. But I think it'd be a good decision. I get it if you want sometime to think about it but don't just close it down. I want you to think about it over night before you tell me your answer. I think it'll be a good idea."

He grunted at this from the other room and Clarke grinned, this was his way of saying that he would in fact consider it. "Nothing in my room, what about yours?" He called over to her.

"Other than a bunch of buckets full with drain water. Nope, not really."

He growled, coming out from his room and entering the room she was searching. Opening the random drawers and slamming them shut when he saw nothing in frustration. She could tell by the way his jaw was tensing and creases were starting to form on his forehead that he was starting to blow up.

And she was right.

He screamed a loud 'damn it' and kicked over the barrel only for it to open and a loud clacking noise come from it. Guns.

"Oh my god, when you saw those guns your face lit up!" Clarke laughs, bending down to kiss the top of his head.

"I was just happy. We only had my gun and we were suppose to protect a hundred people."

"Ready to be a badass, Clarke?" He grinned, handing her the gun only for her to fumble with it.

She raised it up to the target, twisting her lips in confusion. "So how do I do this? Do I just...hold it on my shoulder like this?" Clarke asks, trying to let the gun lay on her shoulder.

"Yeah, just...a little higher." He goes around her, his one hand cupping hers and pointing the gun at the target as his other cupped her shoulder as he rubbed his calloused thumb over it. He looked at her concentrated face, seeing how her eyes squinted to get a better look on it and his hand immediately fell from her shoulder and he stepped away from her, shaking his head.

She looked over to him, the absence of his hand on her shoulder caused her to lose her place. "Yeah, good, um, like that, uh...just watch and learn."

He picked up his own gun, pointing it at the target and pulled the trigger. Click! He frowned, looking over at her as she tried to stop grinning at him and he rolled his eyes and re-loaded. "Still watching." She teased and he shot right at the target giving her a proud grin.

She rolled her eyes, copying his stance and his moves before she shot. Shooting not as close as he did, but close to the target. "That was awesome!" She grinned, soon frowning and turning over to him. "Is it bad that I feel like this?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "Nah, try again."

"You know that day-" Clarke was about to mention how nervous he was and how she thought that he might have liked her that day. She was also about to say how she started liking him that day, thought of him as her friend but he cut her off, "She's all I got, Clarke. Octavia was all I had and now she's gone. She was all I had."

She threads a hand through his hair, gripping it tightly and she frowns. "No, Bellamy. She's not."

A/N: Alright so how'd you feel about it so far? Looking forward to where this will all go. Also I'm going to be starting a band AU for bellarke so I'm more involved in that one then any of the ones I'm working on so far but I just wanted to ask what you all would be looking forward to in that type of AU? Tell me in the reviews or just message me! Hope you enjoyed and had a lovely day! Reviews are appreciated! -Phantom4747