A/N: Hi Guys, so this is my story I had posted on Tumblr, its name then was "Nobody Else," But this song goes well with the main theme. So anyway, I hope you guys like this. I know it has been a long time, but here is the 7th installment, and it will start to get darker, so it might change to M soon, just a heads up.

If I could find the words, if I could shake the world,

If I could turn back time would you still be there?

I can't stop thinking about the way

I left you sinking with no escape.

Now there's no lifeline, no way to save.

But maybe next time I won't throw it all away.

-the 100-

Bellamy watched Clarke leave as a feeling of utter horror settled in his chest. She was done with the situation she was put in. She was done with him.

It took all he could not to kill Finn who sat not to far from him. With one leap, he could ring his fucking little neck.

Instead he stood, and walked toward Miller.

"Is there a hunting party going out."

"Yeah, in a few minutes, why?"

"Cuz," Bellamys voice was low and hoarse, "I am coming with."

Bellamy was in the middle of perfectly green forest. Alone with his thoughts. He kept replaying his time with Clarke in his mind. Her laughing, them kissing, just her. He needed her and she was backing away.

Fucking perfect.

Holding his gun to his side he walked up on a small hill. Perfect vantage point if needed.

He was almost near the top, he could see Miller tucked behind a tree tracking an animal when a sharp pain made its way through his stomach to every inch of his body.

He turned to see Murphy. He had red paint across his eyes, the rest was coating thickly with black and brown. He looked pure evil.

"Tell Princess I'll be visiting, before you die." He smiled, and seemingly vanished. The fucker threw a knife at his back.

How symbolic, Bellamy thought as a dark haze began to cover his vision. This was beyond bad.

Clarke was curled in a ball. It was mid afternoon. She already missed Bellamy. How pathetic.

Clarke had the 100 to worry about, not who she was gonna date, and if being with someone caused that much drama, was it worth it?

Yes…

No! Clarke thought violently, it's not, that puts people in danger.

But replaying her nights spent with Bellamy, having someone to back you up…it was worth it.

With final resolve, Clarke popped from her bed, she was going to find Bellamy and get back on the same page.

But she didn't have to look far.

"CLARKE!" Octavia screamed, pure anguish filled her voice. This was bad.

"Clarke!" More people were yelling. This was very bad.

Clarke emerged from her tent, a crowd watched as Miller and Octavia carried a rather still figure.

Bellamy.

"Wh-what happened?" Clarke stuttered, her heart dying in her chest. She must be cursed. Her first love was still with someone else, and her second was dying in front of her when she had finally straightened her feelings out.

"Murphy…" Bellamy whispered, his voice was lower and soft.

"Get him to the drop ship!" Clarke yelled then froze when she caught sight of a rather large dagger protruding from Bellamy's back.

She hurried to get her materials, but a sinking feeling in her stomach told her she wasn't equipped enough to handle this situation. Her mom was. But her mom is dead.

She removed his jacket and with some careful maneuvering; his shirt. Blood soaked his shirt and it ran down his back, pooling on the metal slab. She had to work quick.

She wrapped the knife to stop the bleeding. Something was hit which was causing the blood, but what? And how could she get it without cutting Bellamy open?

"Princess…" She almost didn't hear him.

"Murphy…coming…for you…"

"I know, but right now I need to fix you." She tried to keep her voice level.

"Clarke…I love…you…I'm…sorry," She realized what he was doing; he was saying goodbye.

"No, Bellamy, please you have to fight. I will fix you, Bell, please don't leave me." Her eyes swelled with tears, blood covered him, his dark skin was paling. He lost too much blood…

"Bellamy, please," Clarke began to sob, outside she could hear commotion, but she was too focused on Bellamy, "Bellamy Blake, you are the most arrogant,

stubborn asshole I've ever met, but I love you." She smiled and gently kissed him. His eyes were closing…

"OCTAVIA!" Clarke screamed, her voice raw and sore.

"Clarke!?" Octavia raced in, dragging someone with her, but he froze when she saw Bellamy.

"Clarke?" A new voice rang out in the room, and Clarke turned to see her mother. She almost couldn't breathe.

"Mom!" She sobbed, hugging her close. She smelled like metal and dirt, but she smelled safe. "Mom, please, you have to help him!" She pointed frantically toward Bellamy.

Abby looked at her with determination, and Clarke grabbed moonshine, dousing both her hands and Abby's.

This was going to be a long night.

Poor Clarke, her mom comes back and she can't even have a proper reunion. Oh well, all in good time. But you guys weren't really worried about the reunion, were you?

Will Bellamy be okay? Or will I be cruel?

The next chapter will probably go up friday or saturday.

The song above is "Would You Still Be There," By Of Mice and Men. Luvs.