A/N: Here's Part 2, as promised. It's a little longer than the last one!

Part 2

"You know the first drop ship is gonna come down soon. I'm pretty sure you can't avoid Jaha forever."

"I can try." Bellamy's reply came before Clarke had even fully completed her sentence.

They walk in silence through the tall, untended grass in search for the supply depot. Clarke and Bellamy move carefully up a small crest in the landscape. They reach the top and take in the view when Clarke speaks up again.

"The depot is supposed to be around here…somewhere."

"There's gotta be a door," Bellamy comments while turning his head to look and see if he can find the object that he's speaking of.

"Maybe he'll be lenient," Clarke states, bringing the conversation back to Bellamy's situation with the chancellor. He knows that once they get down to the ground, he's a dead man.

"Look, I shot the man, Clarke! He's not just going to forgive and forget!" he snaps at her in a snarky tone, recoiling at how harsh he sounds. He needs some space and to not be so close to her anymore. His mind is fogging up and he's not quite sure what he's doing anymore but he knows that if he doesn't walk away from Clarke soon he's going to do something that he might regret. He licks his lips before continuing, "Let's just split up, we'll cover more ground. Stay within shouting distance." He brushes his hand against her arm as he walks back down the hill.

Bellarke – Bellarke – Bellarke – Bellarke – Bellarke

Bellamy searches through the overgrown weeds, looking for the door that will lead to the supplies that could save their lives. He cuts at the menacing, dead vegetation but stops when he hears Clarke call his name.

"Bellamy! Over here, I found a door!"

He walks down over to where she's at and watches as she tries to yank the door open.

"I think it's rusted shut," she states when the door doesn't even budge. Bellamy nods his head and then he has an idea on how to get the door open.

"Alright, watch your foot," he requests in the kindest way that she's ever heard his talk before. Clarke does as she's told and Bellamy begins to hit the door with the backside of his ax he'd been carrying.

He finally gets it so that they can get the door open. "Okay, give me a hand."

Once the door is open, they descend down the stairs into the dark and dirty depot.

"Here," Clarke says as she hands Bellamy a light.

"You really think this place hasn't been touched since the war?" he asks her as he moves his light around to get a better look at what's down there.

"A girl can dream," Clarke answers as she takes a look around the room as well. "C'mon."

They move further into the storage area and down a couple flights of stairs when they find a skeleton sitting on one of the steps. Clarke scrunches up her nose and Bellamy subconsciously moves closer to her, suddenly feeling a desire to protect her.

"Hell of a place to die," he comments before noticing that he had his hand resting on the small of Clarke's back and she turned to look at him with a questioning look before moving forward in her pursuit of finding the supplies.

"So much for living down here. This place is disgusting. Dammit!" Clarke curses at their luck.

"Anything left down here was ruined," Bellamy states and a mini waterfall falls from the ceiling near where Clarke is standing and he reaches out to pull her away from it as though it was an animal that might bite her.

"They must've distributed what was left of the supplies before the last bombs went off." Now what were they supposed to do. There was nothing left for them to take back to camp, it was a pointless trek up here. Bellamy starts looking around in some of the storage containers that were still left down here, cracking some glow sticks that he found to give them more light, to see if there was anything they could salvage and Clarke followed suit. After a few minutes of searching, Clarke came across something that would actually be useful.

"Hey, I found blankets!" she called out as she opened a storage container full of orange fleece blankets.

"You're excited about a couple of blankets?" Bellamy scoffs as a closes the lid on yet another empty container and moves onto the next. He looks over at Clarke and meets her eyes as she gives him a comforting smile and then goes back to searching in other containers.

"Well, it's something."

"How 'bout a canteen or a med kit or a decent freakin' tent?" Bellamy was getting frustrated. He wasn't sure whether it was at the fact that this trip had been a total bust or if he was frustrated with himself because of the way he's been acting around Clarke lately. Irritated, he walks over to a barrel that's along one of the walls and opens it to find it filled with some sort of liquid. 'What the hell?' he thought to himself as he stuck his finger carefully in the barrel and realized that the barrel was only filled with grease. This was the last straw for Bellamy, he finally hit his breaking point and kicked over the barrel with his foot but the grease sounded weird hitting the floor. That's when he realized that it wasn't just grease that was in the barrel but there were guns hidden inside as well.

"Oh my god," Bellamy gasps as he bends down to pick up one of the rifles that was littering the floor.

"What?" Clarke asks him, curious about his outburst. She walks over to see what he's found and see's the guns on the floor around his feet. Bellamy looks up at her with a beaming grin on his face. Finally, something that made their trip worthwhile.

A/N: I'm sorry that my chapters are so short but I'm trying to space out the story a bit. I think I'll post Part 3 tonight if I have time. I'm almost done with writing this story and it's turned out to be longer than I anticipated so it may be posted in 8-10 parts. I'm working on part 6 now and I still have more I want to add to the story. I just can't believe that this was only going to be a one-shot and now it's more of a multi-chapter story. Anyways, you know the drill! Please review and let me know what you think!

- Mal