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. This has changed from T to Mature for graphic violence that will insue. Anyways, thank you for reading. Enjoy.

This wasn't part of the plan
You turned your back and you ran
But what I don't understand
Is how you live with it

Respect, you don't deserve it
You won't get any from me unless you earn it
Respect, you're not worth it
I'll never be, I'll never be like you
Be like you

Clarke woke up with her head on Bellamy's arm. He was finally moved into his tent, and told that of he got up that he'd be in more pain than he started with. He was shirtless, but his torso was wrapped in gauze, and his orange blanket was wrapped around him. Somehow in the middle of the night, he had wrapped her up too, even though she had fallen asleep at the foot of his bed. His face was pressed into the back of Clarkes neck, and she could feel his steady breathing.

Getting out of this nest would be hard, his metal grip had her around the waist, his legs hooked around her ankles, trapping her. She wiggled gently against his grip, she could hear him grunt behind her. Small kisses her pressed down her neck, then she felt his teeth nibble and bite the tender part of her neck.

"No, Bellamy, you're still healing." Clarke wiggled against him harder.

"Well then, Princess, I'd stop moving if you want to stop here." He kept biting the same stop on her neck, sucking at it.

"Bellamy-" she signed, her mind clouding—-wait, no, the hundred, Murphy, winter…

"Bellamy, I have to go, but I'll be back tonight, okay?" She found his lips.

"Okay." He whispered, his lips brushed hers still. He was teasing her, and she would've played that game, but too many responsibilities pulled her mind to reality. With a quick kiss she dressed and ducked out to see the camp buzzing. Those who survived the Ark landing had come to camp, and families were being reunited.

Although it was agreed we kept the camp the same, that meant the adults had to hear their voice. There would be no more counsel. Instead, it would be a group determination.

The 100 got some breathing room.

Looking across the camp, she could easily spot Finn, Raven, Monty and Jasper. Finn was angry at Raven since he found out she slept with Bellamy, but she didnt seem to mind, in fact, her and Jasper had been getting closer.

It was kinda cute listening to them babble about mechanics and chemistry. Even Monty enjoyed it. Smiling to herself, she began to map out a plan in her head on how to get through this Winter. The air was begining to turn crisp, the leaves changing from viberant green to even brighter hues of reds, oranges, and yellows. It was beautiful.

"Clarke." She heard her mothers voice call. She turned to see the woman before her. She seemed thinner, her light skin seemed a tinge grey from the lack of oxygen from the Ark. Her messy hair had small strips of white that made its way from her roots. She looked foreign standing before Clarke, physically and emotionally.

How did things get this far?

"Hi." Clarke smiled forcefully and hoped her mom didn't notice it.

"Have you or Bellamy thought of a plan for Winter?" She asked.

"Um-no." Clarke answered in all honesty.

"Well, I was thinking, now that we have actual supplies and tools, we could make real buildings. Like cabins for one or two people. Like cabins."

"Cabins?" Clarke rolled the idea around in her head. It would be more perminate. Which is what the camp needed. Both for the Winter and morale.

"That sounds like a good idea." Her mom smiled back, her eyes full of emotion, but Clarke still felt awkward toward her mom.

"Good," Abby said, noting her daughters lack of emotion towards her, "Then I will get the engineers set up and up to date, you check on Bellamy." Clarke nodded, giving her mom a stiff half-hug before turning her attention towards the city of tents. Most kids were on the otherside, as well as most of the adults. Only a few kids muddled around the tents at this time of day.

Clarke walked through the small paths to a large tan canvas. She was about to push the opening in when two hands roughly grabbed her shoulders, and threw her back toward the ground. Her head hit the dirt with force. Her breath was sharply knocked out of her, leaving her gasping.

Murphy's twisted face covered her blurry vision. Oh. Lovely.

"Mu-" Clarke hissed, her breathe still escaping her.

"Well, well Princess, thought you guys won, huh?" He pushed her back into the mud, climbing on top of her. Clarke heaved. His hot breathe tickled her ear, making her feel sick.

"What? No more fight, Princess?" He grinned, dirt flaked off his skin.

"Piss-off." Clarke growled, rocking her hips against him, loosing his balance Clarke pushed hard against him and he tipped off. Clarke scrambled away towards Bellamys tent, her mouth open to scream his name, but Murphy yanked sharply on her foot and she fell back to the ground face-first. Mudd and water filled her mouth, and she coughed.

"Say goodbye Princess, you aren't seeing them again." Murphy whispered in her ear, then her world went dark.

Bellmay woke with a strange feeling that something was wrong. His back ached with pain, his eyes were heavy like the always seemed to be now-a-days. It had been-what-a week since Murphy stabbed him. And Clarke visited him everyday. Except today.

Maybe that was his bad feeling.

Bellmay stood even though his body screamed against the movement. Waddling carefully he made it out his door, facing Jasper who was staring at him in shock.

"You, you're not suppose to be up, Clarke will kill you!" Jasper hissed, trying to urge him back in the tent.

"Where is she?" Bellamy asked, looking at Jasper with as much menace as he could manage in his new state.

"I don't know. I was looking for her." Bellamy looked down in thought. Where would Princess go? Then it clicked. He found himself looking at the imprint of someones small body in the dirt. Someone was attacked here.

"Jasper, go get Finn, and do NOT walk there!" Bellamy pointed at the uneven ground. Jasper nodded and raced off toward the center of camp. Bellamys stomach hurt like he swallowed lava. A few minutes later Jasper appeared with Finn, who looked alarmed.

"Whats wrong?"

"Can you tell what happened there?" Bellamy pointed at the ground accross from his tent. Finn walked over, kneeling close to the dirt.

"There was a struggle. Someone small, most likely a girl- was thrown here," he pointed, "A weight was added, then they shifted, those footprints look like they tried to get away, but they fell," he looked on for a bit, his eyes widening with realization of his words.

"Clarke, she...she was dragged away." He finished. Bellamy wanted to scream.

"Murphy took Clarke." Bellamy growled, "And now we get her back, and finally kill that bastard." The men in front of him nodded. This was war.

Clarke won't go down without a fight. But Murphy has her, so what will be her fate? This is now rated M for graphic violence, among other things.

The song above is "Respect" By Devour The Day. Don't forget to Follow/Favorite/and or Comment.

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