A/N: I couldn't wait to post the next part of this story so here it is! A little more fluffy Bellarke feels in this one!

Part 3

"This changes everything!" Bellamy calls out, dropping the end of the blanket that he'd just hung up as a makeshift target. "No more running from spears. Ready to be a badass, Clarke?" he asks her as he pops one of the Jobi nuts from the ration packages into his mouth and he gives her one of his rare smiles. Her stomach flips and then it flops at the sight of his pearly whites and she's not sure what that means. It was just Bellamy, she couldn't stand him. Maybe it was because she hadn't eaten enough lately, yeah, that was definitely what this was.

"I'm not going to fight you on bringing guns back to camp. I know we need them, but don't expect me to like it."

"We're lucky the rifles were packed in grease. The fact that they survived means we're not sittin' ducks anymore. You need to learn how to do this," he tells her, hoping that she'll agree to it because he'll feel a lot better once he knows that she is capable of protecting herself.

Clarke nods and moves to pick up one of the rifles littering the floor around their feet.

"So I just…hold it on my shoulder?"

"Yeah, uh." Bellamy moves and puts his hand over hers to guide her on how to hold the gun. His body is so close to hers now that she can feel the heat radiating off of him and she's having trouble thinking straight.

"A little higher," he tells her as he puts his other hand on her shoulder. Bellamy watches her from where he's standing behind her and lets out a breath the Clarke feels brush across the back of her neck. She shivers but knows that it's not because she's cold. "Yeah, uh. That's good. Uh, watch and learn," Bellamy breaks the silence and moves away from her to pick up a gun of his own. He aims it at the target opposite of him and Clarke and squeezes the trigger. Nothing. He looks over at her and gives her a sheepish look that was totally unlike Bellamy before he points the gun towards to ground again and cocks it to get another bullet into the chamber. He lines up his shot at the target and squeezes the trigger. Still nothing.

"Still watching," Clarke comments in a sassy tone and Bellamy almost swears that she's flirting with him but he's probably just out of his mind.

"My bullets are duds. Try yours." Bellamy cocks the gun again before moving out of the way to give Clarke a chance to take a shot.

Clarke takes aim, remembering how Bellamy told her to hold the gun, and she fires and her bullet hits the lower right corner of the target.

"That was amazing," she says as she lowers the gun slowly, a look of surprise plastered to her face. "Am I horrible for feeling that?"

Bellamy shakes his head no and grins. "Try again."

"No, we shouldn't waste the ammunition."

"You need to practice."

"No, we need to talk about how we're going to keep guns around camp. Where are we going to keep them? Who has access?"

Bellamy ignores her persistent questions and aims his rifle and the target and fires, hitting just to the right of the center of the target.

"You left Miller in charge of the Grounder, you must trust him," Clarke observes. She's noticed that Bellamy doesn't trust that many people.

"You should keep him close. The others listen to him," Bellamy answers, avoiding making any kind of eye contact with Clarke. He knows that it won't be long before she put the pieces together and figures out what's going on.

"I should keep him close? Bellamy, what's going on? You've been acting weird all day."

Clarke looks over at his bag on the floor and she finally figures it out.

"All the rations you took, you're gonna run! That's why you agreed to come with me. You were going to load up on supplies and just disappear."

"I don't have a choice. The Ark will be here soon." Bellamy shakes his head, knowing that he can't be around when the rest of the people on the Ark come down. A part of him doesn't want to have to leave though. He's got his sister that he promised to protect.

"So you're just going to leave Octavia?"

"Octavia hates me, she'll be fine," Another thought struck Bellamy. It wasn't just his sister that he needed to protect, wanted to protect. That's how he felt about Clarke too, he wanted to protect her.

"You don't know-" Clarke starts before she's interrupted.

"I shot the chancellor! They're gonna kill me, Clarke!" Bellamy takes a deep breath. He doesn't want to yell at Clarke. He just wants to make her stop talking. There's one way that he can think of but he shakes the thought from his head because that is not something that's going to happen. He inhales another breath of air before he finishes. "Best case scenario, they lock me up with the Grounder for the rest of my life and there's no way in hell I'm giving Jaha the satisfaction. Keep practicing, I need some air." Bellamy says before storming off towards the exit.

Bellarke – Bellarke – Bellarke – Bellarke – Bellarke

Bellamy stumbles through the mud on the ground, his breathing rough and everything around him spinning. A tree branches snaps and his head jerks up and he looks towards the direction that the sound came from.

"Bellamy Blake." A voice calls. Bellamy tilts his head to see Chancellor Jaha, hands folded over a wound dripping blood. A wound Bellamy had inflicted.

Bellamy slowly stands up from his crouched down position with a look of shock on his face.

"How are you here?" he asks, confused. "You're on the Ark."

"You shot me on the Ark, but I've been waiting for you." The chancellor moves his hands and blood flows from the injury that was once covered beneath them.

"I did what I had to do."

"To protect Octavia."

"That's right."

"Pathetic! Using your sister to justify your crimes? Your cruelty? Your selfishness?" Jaha spits.

"If you're gonna kill me, just do it."

"Why should I kill you? Unlike the others, I survived your treachery."

"What are you talking about?"

"The 320 souls that were culled from the Ark, so that others could live. You knew they would be sacrificed."

"The radio," Bellamy whispers in realization before he starts shaking his head. "I didn't know that would happen." For the first time in what felt like a really long time Bellamy was terrified and he felt so guilty for what had happened to those people.

"It's not my forgiveness you should seek, it's their's."

Several other people appeared and they were all muttering the same thing. Murderer.

"Stop!" Bellamy hollers before turning to run.

A/N: Done! What did you think of this one? Can you please leave a review and let me know if you liked it or not?

- Mal