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Clarke smiled to herself as she walked past the remaining 100 toward Bellamy, who was standing alone, watching over everyone. She could help but think that something in their relationship had changed since Jaha pardoned Bellamy, they trusted each other, they knew each other. Today was unity day and the Ark had been transmitting the celebrations to the 100, but something had gone wrong and the signal had been lost.

'Hey, the comms are still dead' she said as she reached him, 'they cut out during the pageant.'

'Best unity day ever.' Bellamy said dryly, his eyes filled with mirth and a grin tugging at his lips.

Clarke hesitated, 'do you really think now is a good time to be having a party?' she asked sounding a little worried, her serious nature shining through in a way that used to irritate Bellamy but now he found...endearing? 'I mean, the grounder is out there.'

She was referring to Lincoln, the grounder who had saved Octavia's life and taken her to his cave, where they found her and took both O and the grounder back to the camp. He had been freed the day before, they both suspected Octavia of course, but the damage had already been done.

'Grounders,' Bellamy corrected lightly, 'by now he's made it home, he's probably putting together a lynch mob.' Clarke's eyebrows knitted together as she looked up at him. 'Relax,' he reached out and brushed the top of her arm before stuffing his hand back in his jacket pocket, 'I've got security covered.' She looked up and found the reassurance in his expression calmed her. 'Why don't you go get a drink? You look like you could use one.' He said lightly, and she laughed.

'I could use more than one.' She sighed, her lips parted in a grin.

Bellamy grinned back down at her 'then have more than one.' Making her laugh again. She didn't laugh enough, Bellamy realised, and it was a shame, because he liked the sound. 'Clarke, the exodus ship carrying your mother comes down here in two days. After that, the party's over. Have some fun while you still can. You deserve it.'

Bellamy couldn't help but smile as he watched the blonde mull his idea over before smiling widely in return. 'Yeah, ok' she said, before turning and heading back to the rest of the group, his eyes following her the whole way, a lingering smile softening his face.

Alone again Bellamy contemplated how, in such a short amount of time, their relationship had shifted so dramatically. He had gone from wishing the princess had never come down to earth, to trusting her, and grudgingly admitting that the camp needed her.

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Later than night Clarke caught up to Bellamy. 'I need to talk to you.'

Bellamy's eyes travelled from her windswept hair to the flush in Clarke's cheeks, settling on her bright eyes, 'you having fun yet princess?'

Somehow she had gone from hating it when he called her that, to...not hating it. 'I'm serious.' She said, brushing the feeling aside, chalking it up to Monty and Jasper's lethal moonshine that she had definitely had more than two drinks of.

'You always are,' he said teasingly, 'so talk.'

'Finn's set up a meeting with the grounders.' Clarke said, and just like that, with the mention of Finn, Bellamy's relaxed, smiling face was gone, his hard, familiar expression sliding back into place, and Clarke found she immediately missed his wide, relaxed smile.

Bellamy was against the idea before Clarke revealed the main reason she was talking to Bellamy about it, to get him to bring back up to the meeting. The thing that really intrigued Bellamy was the confession that Finn didn't know she was coming to him. Clarke trusted Bellamy over Finn, and for some reason that made his heart soar.

'And Bellamy,' Clarke said looking at him, snapping his attention back, 'bring guns.'

Bellamy nodded his agreement. He still didn't trust the grounders, and he wasn't about to risk Clarke's life to find out he was right.