Bellamy's POV

For somebody who sticks out like a sore thumb at Camp Jaha, you would think Lincoln would be easier to find. Where the hell is this guy?

Octavia left at least twenty minutes ago. If I don't leave to find her soon, I may never see her again. I know I won't be able to track her on my own in the woods. God dammit, I need to find Lincoln.

I enter the medical bay on the arc and see Wick tending to Raven. She looks a lot better than she did when we returned from the Mountain earlier. She and Octavia are pretty close, so maybe she's close with Lincoln too. Maybe she knows where I can find the grounder.

"Do you know where Lincoln disappeared to?" I force the question out with more venom than intended. Wick raises an eyebrow at me and looks to Raven, but she nods her head and he leaves the room. Good—he gets on my nerves anyways.

"Hey Bellamy, I'm doing so much better, thanks for asking!" Oh right, I'm talking to the queen of sass. That should have been expected. I need to apologize or else she'll keep churning out witty comebacks, and right now I just need an answer.

"Sorry Raven, it's just that I need Lincoln's help…" I pause for a second to think if I should tell her why, but decide it would be best not to alert anybody else. "He said he was going to help me create more grounder weapons so that our people can hunt without wasting bullets."

"Well, sorry to break it to you, but you're going to have to cancel your little art project. Lincoln was kicked out of camp a few hours ago." She says it like it's no big deal, but it's certainly news to me. Why do I never know about shit like this?

"What do you mean he was kicked out? By whom? Why?" I need answers.

"I mean he isn't allowed to come back here. Octavia kicked him out. She didn't tell-"

"Clearly she didn't tell me anything. I have to go." I cut Raven off because I realize that her information is useless to me now. I need to find O.

I hear Raven yell after me. "Yeah, no problem Bellamy! Glad I could be of service!" I shake my head. So much attitude. No wonder why she and Octavia are such good friends.

The sun is starting to rise. Shit, I must have been wandering around these woods for hours. If I've learned one thing about my sister since coming to Earth, it's that she knows how to adapt for survival. Her survival skills definitely include covering her trail. I don't think I'll ever find her. Fuck.

I can't believe my baby sister has grown up into the grounder that she is. I can't believe she's grown up. I'm proud of her and all, but I certainly miss her innocence. I miss the way we used to play together. I miss the soft heart that she had. I miss the look on her face when she saw space for the first time on the night she was caught.

This is entirely my fault. We wouldn't be here if I hadn't convinced her to go to the masquerade dance. Our mother wouldn't have been floated. Octavia wouldn't have grown up so fast.

Then again, if we weren't sent down with the 100 we may have died when the Ark fell. Damn, that space junk ruined so many lives. I can't believe I once called it home.

My thoughts are suddenly stopped when I hear gunshots. It may be a quiet forest, but those shots were loud. Whoever fired that gun is close. What if Octavia found Clarke? The princess may have killed before, but she wouldn't dare hurt my sister…would she?

I immediately start running towards the direction of the gunfire. All I can see is the image of O bleeding on the ground. I hear my mother's voice in my head. "Your sister, your responsibility." Dammit Bellamy, you never should have turned your back. If she's hurt, it's on you. Run faster.

I finally reach a riverbank and I see them…hugging? That's a far cry from gunshots. At least they're ok. Octavia is ok.

I need to get these two back to Camp Jaha. The woods are dangerous, and who knows where all of the grounders are. Somebody could strike at any moment.

I slowly begin approaching the two, but quickly dart behind a tree when a bullet flies through the air in my direction. Thanks, tree.

"Don't kill me princess, it's Bellamy." I step out from behind my wooden shield and run over to my sister. As soon as I reach her, I hug her tightly. I didn't know if I would ever see her again, but she's ok. Octavia is going to be fine. I'll keep her safe.

Author's Note: Here's another short POV chapter. For those of you waiting for romance, don't worry! It's on the way :)

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