"Uhm, Bellamy. I kinda...can't breathe." Octavia was struggling to get the words out. She loved that he cared, but she really couldn't get air into her lungs.

Bellamy released his sister from his grasp. "Sorry, I was just worried. I'm happy to see you." He paused and turned to Clarke. "Both of you."

Clarke just smiled weakly. She loves Bellamy, but she hates the feeling she gets when she sees him. It's just a reminder of everything she did to get him and the rest of her people out of Mount Weather. Her gut churns just thinking about it. And then there is Octavia—the sky girl turned grounder who matters immensely to Clarke. She can't help but hate herself when she thinks about how many times she let Octavia down. Sure, Octavia may be happy to see her right now, but Clarke knows how she feels deep down. She knows Octavia is hurt, and she is so sorry, but she knows that her regret won't change anything.

Clarke's thoughts are interrupted by Bellamy. "We should go back to camp. I'm sure people are wondering where we are."

"I love how you just assume that we matter so much to everybody," Octavia scoffed sarcastically.

"Fair enough. We don't matter, but Clarke does. Let's go." Bellamy begins to walk back, but Clarke stays put.

Octavia puts a hand on the blonde's shoulder and searches her eyes. She wants nothing more than to know what is going on in that beautiful mind.

"I can't go back there," Clarke whispered to Octavia. Her voice sounded more broken than she intended. Clarke was hurting, and the young woman standing before her looked like she was hurting too. Nevertheless, Octavia's hand drifted downward, from Clarke's shoulder to her arm to her own shaking hand, grasping in gently.

Bellamy had stopped when he realized nobody was following him. He wasn't really sure what he was seeing when he turned around. His sister and Clarke were having a stare-down while holding hands and he did not approve. They needed to get going anyways. He yelled to them, "Can you ladies move your feet? I'd like to get back to camp before our friends die of old age."

Octavia broke her eye contact with Clarke and scowled at her brother. "Shut up and go sit over there for a minute. We'll leave when we leave. Feel free to go on ahead of us if you're so impatient."

As Bellamy huffed and took a seat, Clarke couldn't help but be entranced with Octavia's manor of communicating. She was forceful yet sarcastic. Anyone would bend at her words. Well, at least Clarke would. And Bellamy, clearly.

Octavia, who was still holding Clarke's hand, pulled the blonde over to sit on a log that was out of Bellamy's earshot. She waited for Clarke to speak first.

"Why did you come looking for me?" She was repeating the question that she hadn't gotten the answer to before Bellamy came and scared the shit out of them.

"I wanted to apologize."

"Apologize? O, you didn't do anything wrong. I screwed up. And I killed so many people. You were right, my best wasn't good enough. I shouldn't have trusted Lexa and I should have been loyal to our people. I made a mistake—a lot of mistakes—and I'm sorry."

Clarke was speaking rapidly and getting emotional. Octavia just held her hand tighter. She felt horrible that Clarke blamed herself so much. She needs to fix this.

"Don't, Clarke. Don't apologize. I shouldn't have judged your decisions. I know that you didn't intend to hurt anybody. And even Tondc…" she paused for a moment to keep her emotions in check. "The choice you made in Tondc saved our people and the Trigedakru in Mount Weather—saved my brother—from torture and death. You made a choice, and it definitely wasn't an easy one. I shouldn't have been so angry with you. In battle, we have to do things that we wouldn't normally do. I understand that now. I found something out…I just know that you weren't the only one who made a mistake."

Clarke wanted to know what happened to Octavia. Even when she first hugged Clarke a little while ago, the blonde could sense that something was off. But if Clarke knows Octavia at all, she knows that now isn't the best time to ask. She will wait. Clarke wraps her arms around Octavia and speaks softly.

"I'm still sorry. And I understand why you were angry, you don't need to apologize for feelings." She releases the brunette and looks into her eyes. "You don't need to ask for my forgiveness, because you already have it."

Octavia smiles. "As do you, princess."

Clarke giggles at sound of Octavia calling her "princess" and playfully punches the other girl's arm.

"What do you say we go back to camp? Bellamy was right in saying that you matter to everybody there. They wouldn't want you to disappear. I wouldn't want you to disappear."

Clarke looks at the ground and thinks for a moment, but it isn't long before she stands and holds out a hand for Octavia. The brunette flashes a wide smile and takes the hand that has been offered to her.

"Ready to hit the road, bro?"

Bellamy lets out a loud "FINALLY!" gets up, and begins to walk back the way he came.

Octavia and Clarke laugh and begin to follow him. They don't speak much as they walk back, but the girls exchange numerous glances and smiles.

Author's Note: Here you go! I have a few papers due this Friday, so it may be a little while before the next update. Good things are coming though!

To the guest who asked about Lexa, she and other grounders will surface, but the story will mostly follow the sky people!

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