Bellamy was in a bit of a panic. Clarke wasn't in bed when he woke up which wasn't a big deal at first, but it had been twenty minutes, and nobody who he asked knew where she was. The thing that bothered him the most was that he didn't know where Raven was, either.

Finally, Bellamy saw Wick coming out of his tent and prayed that he knew something that everyone else in Camp Jaha didn't.

"Hey," Bellamy said, jogging over to him. "Have you seen Clarke?"

The both of them started walking back toward Mecha Station. "Well, hello to you, too," he said sarcastically. "And yeah, she was in the kitchens an hour ago, but I doubt she's there anymore."

"The kitchens?" Bellamy questioned.

Wick shrugged. "She was doing something by the sink. I tried talking to her, but she seemed pretty distracted."

Bellamy sighed. "And Raven?"

"She's not good." Wick hesitated then continued. "I heard her cut the power to her gate this morning, and I tried to get her to come back, but Raven's stubborn."

Well, at least Bellamy knew Clarke's limbs would be intact when he found her. "Yeah, no kidding. Did she take a gun with her at least?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't have let her leave without one," Wick said.

Bellamy felt a little better knowing that Raven had someone else to look out for her besides Finn, but he knew it didn't make much of a difference to her now.

"Thanks again for last night. I know I didn't give you much of a choice," Bellamy said as they stopped in front of the kitchens.

"Yeah, no problem, I'd do anything for Raven," Wick admitted. He noticed the anxiousness in Bellamy. "Go. Make sure your girl is okay."

Bellamy raised his eyebrow. "What do you,-" he started.

"Oh, come on, Blake. Do you really think everyone's that blind?" Wick chided. "I heard how you stood in front of an angry mob last night and defended Clarke. If that's not a proclamation of love, then I don't know what is." Bellamy blushed as Wick just smirked. "Now, go. I'll let you know if you need to worry about Raven."

Bellamy nodded and went through the kitchen door. Wick was right, if Clarke was in there an hour ago, she probably wasn't anymore. It was a start, though.

Clarke heard Bellamy come up behind her, but she didn't stop scrubbing her hands. She wasn't sure how long she'd been at it, but she could still feel the blood seeping through her fingers. Part of her knew there was no blood, but the image of Finn's dead body hung stronger in her mind.

She saw Bellamy turn off the faucet, but she kept scrubbing. She heard him grab a towel and try to grab her hands, but she kept scrubbing. She heard him speak her name softly, but she kept scrubbing. Clarke finally snapped out of it when Bellamy literally pried her hands apart from each other.

"The- the blood," she muttered, trying to rip her wrists from Bellamy's grip.

"Clarke," he spoke convincingly. "There is no blood."

"What- yes, there is," Clarke replied breathlessly to Bellamy like he was crazy for not seeing it.

Bellamy shook his head. "You cleaned the blood off your hands last night in your tent. I watched you do it. There is no blood," he emphasized.

When Clarke looked down at her hands again, she did see red but not from blood. It was red rawness she had scrubbed and scratched into her own hands that burned like a sunburn when Bellamy ran his thumb over the back of them.

Bellamy tried to dry her hands off, but Clarke once again pulled them away. "Trust me," Bellamy said.

He looked into her sleepless, bloodshot eyes and gently took her hand in the towel again. Clarke just looked away, trying not to break down again.

"You didn't get any sleep last night, did you?" Bellamy asked.

Clarke shook her head. "No," she said, voice cracking.

Bellamy wanted to do everything he could to help Clarke. He couldn't imagine what was going on in her head, but he thought sleep might make her forget about everything.

"Well, I don't think you'll miss anything if you sneak away now. I'll just wake you up before the feast," he suggested, taking her other hand in the towel.

Something in Clarke snapped. "I can't risk this truce not holding by sleeping time away that we could be spending strategizing our attack on Mount Weather."

Bellamy finished drying Clarke's other hand, and she subconsciously started rubbing at them again. He gave her a pleading look, but she just rolled her eyes.

Bellamy sighed. "Screw the truce for right now, Clarke, what about you? You're just going to stop taking care of yourself, stop eating, stop sleeping over a truce that isn't even set in stone yet?"

Clarke stepped closer to Bellamy, and she almost wanted to kiss him, but that was just because of the red in her eyes and the delirious state she was in. "I don't know if you get this," Clarke said, getting more pissed off. "But we're on the verge of a war, possibly two. I don't really matter right now."

Bellamy walked over to the sink and gripped the sides of it, debating on how to blow up at Clarke for saying she didn't matter. Clarke was one of the only good things that had come out of them being on the ground. Bellamy couldn't stand her feeling like this.

Clarke didn't take that as a good sign. "You wouldn't be the first person to tell me I don't matter, Bellamy Blake, and you sure as hell won't be the last. So don't be a coward about it."

Bellamy spun back around. "Dammit, Clarke, of course you matter! You matter to the people you saved by killing Finn last night. Might I keep emphasizing the fact that we'd all be dead right now if last night went differently? You matter to our friends in Mount Weather because they care about you enough to fight back against the bastards trying to kill them. And you matter to me more than anybody else." He walked closer to her. "Okay, maybe not as much as Octavia, but you get my point."

Clarke actually let a small smile pass her lips. "And because you matter so much to me," Bellamy continued. "I demand that you go back to your tent and try to sleep because like you said, we're on the verge of war, and leaders need their sleep, too. Now, come here," he said, pulling her into a hug.

"I hate it when you're right," Clarke muttered into his shoulder.

"You love me," Bellamy countered back, smiling.

"Maybe just a little."

Bellamy kissed her forehead. "I love you, too."

Clarke found herself once again staring at the ceiling of her tent. Her thoughts were louder than the preparation going on outside. She took a deep breath and tried to push away all the memories of last night that continued to surface. She thought of Bellamy instead and how much she really needed him. Clarke needed to fight through all this so that someday, they could both just be happy without having to worry about wars and getting killed.

She kept picturing the two of them in the future, and it helped her finally fall asleep. The dream that followed, however, was much less appealing.

Clarke's Dream

Everybody was standing at the gates of Camp Jaha helplessly awaiting Finn's death. Nobody wanted to watch it, but they needed to show the Grounders that the Sky People weren't as weak as everybody thought. Clarke stood at the front with tears in her eyes, holding on to a tiny piece of hope that Finn didn't have to die. What he did was wrong, but killing him was not how to resolve the issue.

The person the Grounders brought out to be tortured was not Finn, however. Clarke felt a rush of air leave her lungs as she stared in disbelief.

"Bellamy?" She breathed, feeling the world press against her chest.

Clarke turned around and scanned the crowd for his familiar hair, but she couldn't find him. She turned back to the fence and pressed her hands up against it. This, she realized, is how the Grounders were going to start the war. There would be no alliance. They were going to kill and torture one of the Ark's strongest people.

She stood silently for a second as she watched their enemy tie up the one person she needed most.

"Oh my God, is that Bellamy?" Raven questioned next to her.

Clarke took a shaky hand off the fence and furiously wiped at her tears. "Raven," she spoke steadily. "I need to get out there. Now."

"Meet me by my gate in five minutes. I'll come with you after I cut the power."

Clarke shook her head. "He doesn't have five minutes. Make it two or I'm leaving without you."

Raven just nodded and pushed her way through the crowd. Clarke was once again kicked in the stomach when she heard Bellamy cry out. She spun back around and resumed her position at the fence. The Grounders had taken a rod and heated it in fire. They were taking turns burning Bellamy, and Clarke couldn't bear it.

People had started to realize that Finn wasn't the one being tortured, and chaos was starting to break out. Octavia pushed her way to the front. "Bell," she whispered, barely audible.

Clarke turned to her. "I'm going to get him down whether it kills me or not."

Octavia wiped her nose. "I'm coming with."

All the strength Octavia always seemed to have vanished when she heard her brother cry out. It rendered her speechless, and Clarke saw it. Octavia knew deep down that she wouldn't be able to handle going with Clarke and Raven.

"If Raven and I don't make it, Octavia, this place is yours. Fight like hell."

Without letting Octavia respond, Clarke started towards Raven's gate, praying that she would already be there. Clarke tried not to let Bellamy's screams get the better of her, but she knew she'd take down every single Grounder in her way to get to him.

Luckily, Raven was waiting for Clarke by her open gate with two guns in her hands. "Ready?"

Clarke took a deep breath, grabbed a gun, and walked out. Bellamy's shouts got louder, and the two girls took off running to the other side of the hill.

They didn't stop until a group of Grounders, including Indra, blocked their way. If they thought Bellamy's shouts were loud back at camp, Clarke and Raven had no idea what they were getting themselves into.

Clarke stepped right up to Indra. "I need to talk to Lexa about the truce."

Indra chuckled. "You stupid girl," she spat. "There was no truce, never will be."

"Bellamy's innocent. He didn't do anything," Clarke said, voice getting more desperate.

"He's a Sky Person, isn't he?" Indra taunted. "Sounds pretty guilty to me."

"Indra!" Lexa called from behind her. For a second, Clarke thought Lexa would show some mercy. But that hope ran out quickly. "If they came to see the show, let them have a front row seat."

Clarke angrily pushed past the Grounders, gripping the gun in her hand tightly. "Why are you doing this, Lexa?" She questioned.

Lexa avoided the question. "You can try and stop this all you want, Clarke, but it's not going to fix anything."

Bellamy cried out again, and Clarke's eyes darted over to him. She ran over and punched the Grounder who was actually laughing at Bellamy's pain. Raven backed her up by punching the next one in line, too.

They had ripped off his shirt, and his skin was beat red in some places, charred in others. He was sweating and breathing heavily.

Clarke brushed his sticky hair out of his face. "I'm going to get you down, okay?"

"Clarke," he breathed out. "Don't. They'll kill you," was all he managed to say before he had to stop to take deep, ragged breaths.

"Yeah, well, right now they're killing you, and I'm not going to let that happen."

The Grounders seemed to enjoy watching Clarke struggle to get Bellamy down. When she finally started to make progress on the ropes, Lexa said, "Grab her."

Strong arms encircled Clarke and pulled her away from Bellamy. She tried to fight back, but she wasn't quick enough.

The one that had Clarke threw her on the ground followed by Raven.

Lexa unsheathed her sword and walked up to Bellamy. "That was cute," she said loud enough for Clarke and Raven to hear her, too. "You love her, don't you?"

Clarke could barely see Bellamy nod behind Lexa, but it was enough. A tear trailed down her cheek.

"If we hit her from behind," Raven whispered to Clarke. "You can grab Bellamy, and I can fight the rest of them off."

Before they could do anything, Lexa spoke again. "She loves you, too." She put the tip of her sword against Bellamy's stomach. "The thing about love, Clarke, is that it's equivalent to weakness. Everyone you love dies, anyway. It just hurts more when they do. I'm going to save you from that pain," she spoke while looking Bellamy straight in the eye.

Lexa plunged the sword straight through Bellamy, and the scream that should've come out of his mouth was replaced with Clarke's.

Clarke shot straight up in her cot and felt hands immediately cup her sweaty face. Once her eyes focused, brought them to meet Bellamy's concerned, wide ones.

"Hey, you're okay," he said in a calming voice. "It was just a dream. You're okay."

Clarke took a couple of deep breaths. "What happened?"

Bellamy took his hands off her face as Clarke brushed hair out of her face. "I could hear you screaming all the way across camp. I ran here as fast as I could and tried to wake you up."

Clarke remembered her dream and stood up quickly. "You shouldn't have come."

Bellamy's eyebrows knit together. "What, and worry if you were in here getting attacked or killed?"

She grabbed her jacket off the ground. "Yes," she said walking out of her tent, leaving Bellamy to wonder what the hell just happened.

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