Dividing Lines

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this.

I think I needed to give Bellamy and Clarke that cheesy, cute moment last chapter because things won't be smooth sailing from now on. But I hope you all liked it and please enjoy this chapter.

Everyone on the Ark had heard about Clarke Griffin.

The privileged class had always been something people had be in awe of, even when bitterness about them settled in. Abby and Jake Griffin were top of their fields and not to mention they were always kind and giving. Their apartment was bigger than others and they always had extra clothes and supplies. But there was something about Clarke that really captured attention.

Bellamy hadn't paid too much heed to her yet he couldn't escape the gossip that spread through the lower class of the Ark. Girls would copy her hairstyle and boys would stare at her from afar, even to be curious, not just because they thought she was pretty. When Clarke walked through the hallways, people took notice.

It had been just before he had become a guard that Bellamy realised something about this Clarke Griffin. She had no idea about any of it. She didn't see the looks or hear the whispers. Bellamy had laughed bitterly at the naive Princess. Clarke didn't even know that she was untouchable, put on a pedestal; that a passing smile from her made people freak out in excitement or resentment.

And now she was in his bed.

Her hair was down and her eyes were closed with sleep. The sleeves of his shirt were pulled over her hands with her fingers curled around the edges. She looked so calm and content.

Bellamy was lying on his front, one arm thrown across her. He had been awake for a while and had found himself staring at her. He traced every inch of her face, down her nose and across her lips. Part of him couldn't comprehend how they had gotten here. When had a guard/janitor from the lowest class of the Ark ended up with the Princess? He never would have believed it two years ago. There were probably people at the Ark Camp who still wouldn't believe it. But here they were.

And he couldn't be happier about it. The rain was still falling outside and hitting against the window. The camp was quiet, as most people were clearly not going to wander outside in a downpour. A particularly heavy shower of rain slammed against the glass and it made Clarke stir. She scrunched up her face and rubbed a hand across her nose. Bellamy chuckled and pulled her against him, so she was tucked under his arm and against his chest. Clarke was finally awake but she kept her eyes closed and clearly wanted to sleep. For a moment, Bellamy was worried that she would suddenly realise exactly where she was and jump away. But instead Clarke kissed his bare shoulder and curled herself more against him.

"Good morning," she said and Bellamy rubbed his hand up and down her back.

"Morning," he replied, "Although I think it's getting closer to afternoon."

Clarke opened her eyes then, blue staring straight at him. "Really? And it's still raining?"

Bellamy nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Yup, and it doesn't look like it's going to let up any time soon. Unfortunately, we may have to stay in bed all day."

Clarke grinned and leaned closer to him, their nose brushing. "That's terrible," she said, "But we must make the best of the situation."

She closed the already small gap between them and Bellamy suddenly felt wide awake. A gust of wind banged against the window and interrupted them as they both turned to look at it.

"I really hope it's not damaging anything outside," Clarke said and she ran her hand through his dark curls.

Bellamy leaned back against the pillows again and shrugged. "We'll find out when it stops. It's not strong enough to break the walls or anything too sturdy."

Clarke placed her head on his chest and wrapped one arm around his waist. Bellamy started to play with her hair and was gazing at her again. He really needed to stop doing that before she thought he was creepy. But not right this second. As Clarke rested, Bellamy could help but go back to his earlier thoughts.

She had been the Princess of the Ark, the girl people would look up to or hate. But Bellamy knew now that she wasn't that person anymore. She was Clarke, the doctor who saved lives, who looked into the face of impossibility and spat in it. She was Octavia's best friend and Raven's right hand girl. She was the person who stopped Jasper and Monty from over doing it with the moonshine, in both making and drinking. She was the leader the camp who people listened to. She was a happy drunk and a quiet reader. She bit her lip when she was confused and rubbed her temples when she was stressed. She loved bread and hated dried fruit. She was Clarke, his Clarke; not the Princess.

Did that mean that she didn't like the nickname? His fingers stilled in her hair and Bellamy frowned. She hadn't said anything about it.

Feeling him be so still, Clarke looked up at him. "Hey," she asked, "Are you ok?"

Bellamy shook away his doubts and smiled. "Yah, Princess, how can I not be?"

Clarke grinned and reached up to kiss him again. It was amazing that they were this comfortable around each other after such a shift in their relationship. It felt natural, right. Bellamy held her face in his hands and grinned against her lips.

There was a sudden and jolting knock against the door. Clarke pulled away but Bellamy held her close and yelled, "What?!"

Jasper's hesitant voice came from the hallway. "Um...we kind of need help out here? Are you guys decent?"

Before Clarke could respond Bellamy exclaimed, "No we're not and we won't be for a while so go away."

Clarke smacked him on the arm but was smiling. "We'll be out in a minute Jasper," she called.

"No we won't Jasper!" Bellamy shot back.

Clarke laughed and slipped out of his arms. He tried his best to grab her again but she was up and dressing too quickly. She threw his shirt back at him and ordered him to change. He did so with a scowl but Clarke kissed him once more to shut him up. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail with wisps of blonde tendrils falling around her face. Bellamy felt a grin pull at his lips and the two of them walked towards the door together.

Bellamy yanked it open for her but they were surprised to see Jasper, Monty, Raven, Octavia, Miller and Monroe standing right in the doorway. They all looked embarrassed and Jasper desperately tried to save the moment. "Yah so," he stumbled out, "This door...this door is great...some good wood and uh, nails...really great."

He gave the door a tap that was more confident than his voice but Bellamy just raised his eyebrow at his sister. "Which one of you won the bet? And don't lie because we are both aware that there must be one."

Octavia simply pointed at Monty who grinned bashfully. Clarke rolled her eyes and leaned back against Bellamy's shoulder. "What did you win? A week's worth of food? Job switch?"

"I get to be godfather to your first born child."

Bellamy and Clarke both startled, two sets of wide eyes staring at their friends. Octavia still looked happy though. "But it's a win-win for me because godmother is still totally up for grabs and I'll be an aunt anyway."

"Please tell me something is on fire so we can get out of this awkward situation," Bellamy interrupted.

The group in front of him looked comically offended but Miller finally said, "There were some weird sightings around the walls. The guards used the binoculars to spot some shapes moving around in the distance. We thought it was nothing because they are far away but they seemed to be circling camp."

Bellamy nodded and gave a very pointed look to make everyone leave. The group scampered out of the house and he was almost embarrassed to look at Clarke. But she had a smile on her face and she reached up to kiss him. "You go check on the guards and I'll start my rounds in case anyone got sick from the rain. Lunch later?"

Bellamy agreed and watched her stroll out of the house-their house. He was suddenly really looking forward to lunch. Bellamy left the house and met up with Miller again. The two of them marched towards the guard's post, where two of the original 100 were standing. The rain still came down heavily but Bellamy could see the sun peeking out from behind the clouds.

They quickly gave their reports to him, detailing how shadows could be seen running from tree to tree in seemingly unplanned patterns. At first they had thought they were random Grounders and Caitlin and Hunter's problem. But they were circling camp and too clumsy for Grounders. "We're not sure what they are or even if they are people really. We've come to expect anything here," Miller filled in. "Plus they haven't been seen since very early this morning and don't come any closer."

Bellamy picked up some binoculars and scanned the area. He could see everything, even as the rain was letting up and the sun was getting brighter. He sighed and put down the binoculars. "Send out an armed patrol and take a look for any broken branches or tracks. Maybe we can see how many they were or how big they were."

The two guards nodded and jumped from the post to gather others. Miller and Bellamy stood and watched the forest for a moment longer.

"The river is safe to cross."

Bellamy sucked in a breath but gave nothing else away. He knew that one day soon the river's currents would slow down and then there would be no other reason to put off a trip to the Ark Camp. Now that they had finally gotten together, Bellamy was even more terrified of losing Clarke. But he had to face facts and he also knew that they would take on the Ark Camp together.

"I'll tell Clarke," he finally said, "We'll plan a journey there soon. But not until Caitlin and Hunter tell us if it really is the Ark Camp attacking them. I don't want to be surprised."

Miller nodded once and if he thought there was more to say, he kept quiet anyway.

The lake had heated up considerably in the last few weeks and Bellamy and Clarke made the decision to let people go swimming. They were allowed do so during the warmest parts of the day and only when there were large groups present. The sun was high in the sky when Clarke dipped her toes into the water. She was wearing a shirt and shorts-really they used to be trousers that someone had taken a knife to for the summer months. She stared down the water lapping against her ankles and the sand beneath her feet.

Then Clarke felt a familiar presence behind her and strong arms came to wrap themselves around her waist. She smiled as Bellamy placed a kiss to the side of her neck before resting his chin on her head.

"You know, there's really nothing to be afraid of," he said, and Clarke could feel his voice rumble through his chest.

She leaned back and placed her arms on his. "I am not afraid of the water," she answered, "I just want to admire it for a bit first."

"If you were anyone else I wouldn't believe you. But since you are you and this view is kind of amazing..."

They both stared out at the lake, with the sun reflecting against the water. The trees were in bloom with green leaves and small flowers, birds flying in and out of the branches. People were either running about and swimming or lying out on the sand.

"It is so beautiful here," Clarke murmured.

"It's yours," Bellamy said and he tightened his hold on her slightly. Clarke turned her head so her temple was brushing against his lips; she could feel them move as he talked.

"This is your home Princess, just like it's mine and Octavia's and Jasper's and everyone else's."

Clarke titled her head up and smiled softly. He had been worried for a week now; since he had told her that the river was passable. They had been putting off a trip to the Ark Camp but it could no longer be avoided.

"It is still going to be my home, even if I have to visit the Ark Camp," she reminded him.

Bellamy hummed in response and Clarke knew he wasn't happy. "You know that we can't just ignore them forever. Not only are they probably attacking innocent people but I can't leave Chris there alone. My mom and Finn can look after themselves because they are adults but Chris has no one. None of the orphans do."

"Clarke, I'm not mad that you have to go back for a day," Bellamy answered, "Trust me, I want Chris and any other orphans safe and looked after; if that happens to be at our camp then great. I just don't trust the Ark Camp and the council at all."

"Neither do I," she said, "But we're going to have to deal with them and its best that we do it soon."

She felt him nod and the tension left his shoulders. Clarke let herself relax against him again. She didn't want to ruin the good day with talk of the Ark Camp.

"Sometimes I wish I had been on the first drop ship with you."

Bellamy blinked at this in total surprise. She didn't know if it was at the statement itself or the fact that it was such a change in topic. But it was something she had been thinking about for a while. Clarke wanted to laugh but she carried on.

"I know-for that I would had to have been arrested and this is me we are talking about! But...sometimes, when I see members of the original 100 and I see the bond they still have... When I think that we could have two years together already Bellamy, it makes me think."

Bellamy chuckled and pecked her lips. "Ah Princess...we would have hated each other."

Clarke gasped, which only made Bellamy laugh more. "We wouldn't have hated each other...ok, so maybe we would have but I didn't like you very much anyway."

"Clarke, the original 100 still look to you as leader, just as they do with me. And it probably would have taken two years for us to get together anyway."

He suddenly got quieter and he kissed her again, slower this time. When he pulled back, Clarke could see the sadness in his eyes. It happened every time he talked about the first days of the 100. "In the beginning, things were terrible and I am glad you didn't have to see all of it. But...I think I would have liked to have you there too sometimes. We would have made a badass team. Plus...we would have ended up like this anyway."

Clarke turned fully around and went up on her toes to kiss him. Well, it wasn't a terrible place to be.

Chris stayed completely still; no one paid attention to children sulking in the corner. He had learned that early on back on the Ark when stealing food was a lot more difficult. The guards' dining room at the Ark Camp was much easier. The men were louder and careless with their plates and since they got more than other people, they sometimes didn't miss a piece of meat or two. Chris had already taken a handful of berries, a strip of tough meat and some fruit. It was more than he got some days but the other kids were starving.

"One last thing," he said to himself, "Something small."

His quick eyes spotted a handful of grapes just sitting on the edge of the table where someone had left them. Sniffing slightly, Chris scampered down the aisle of tables with his face turned towards the door. He snatched the grapes swiftly and pushed them into his pocket. He had barely taken a few steps forward before he heard a sharp "Hey!"

There was a sudden and painful sting on his knuckles and Chris fell to the floor with a cry. He grasped his now bloody and bruised left hand in his right one and stared up at the guard. The man had seen him and smashed the large stick all the guards had over Chris' knuckles.

"You bratty piece of crap! You can't steal from the guards!"

He raised his stick to hit Chris again but a hand came out a grasped his arm. Kane twisted the man's arm until he dropped the stick which fell with a clatter. The whole room was silent as the two men faced off. Chris climbed to his feet and tried to keep back his tears even when his hand hurt so much.

"We may be a sorry excuse for a camp but are we really resorting to hitting children?" Kane asked in a low voice.

The guard seemed ready for a fight but Kane stared him down. "I know it's been a while but remember who trained you. This won't end well."

The guard seemed startled and he gave a look around the room. After finding there would be no one to come to his aid, the guard backed away with whatever pride he had. Kane looked at Chris and his hand before hurrying him from the room. It wasn't until there were outside and away from the guards that Chris burst into tears. Kane tried to comfort him and look at his hand, trying to see what damage was done.

"It's ok, I know it hurts but I don't think your hand is broken. It's all going to be ok when Abby takes a look at it."

Chris sniffed and looked at him, his eyes filled with tears. "I want Clarke," he said, "I want Clarke."

Kane sighed and pushed the boy's hair back from his forehead. "I know you do and she is coming back. We will get her back."

Chris sniffed again and glared at the guard's hall. "Clarke will make everything better," he said, "She and Bellamy Blake will come and fix everything."

Kane frowned at this and tried to dry his tears. "Chris, Bellamy Blake is the one who took her-."

"To save someone," Chris interrupted, "And Clarke is so good that she went. And she will come back and she will fix everything!"

There was something so determined about Chris' remark-his belief in a sweet girl and in a story of boy he had never met. But, it had been months since Kane had seen Clarke and he himself had never spoken to Bellamy Blake. Was she still a sweet girl? And were all the stories about him true? Kane pushed his thoughts away and instead walked Chris over to Abby's section.

She would patch up his hand and give him any extra food she could find. Kane just hoped Chris wouldn't mention Clarke just yet.

Jasper practically skipped through the trees and he hummed a light hearted tune. Miller wanted to punch him in the face. "We get it-you're dating Octavia, the world is right now, unicorns and rainbows light up the sky," he drawled out, "Will you stop humming?!"

"Would you rather I do a whole musical number? Don't tempt me."

Miller sighed and adjusted the gun in his hand. "How about we just keep an eye out for tracks?"

It was pitch dark outside and they were both armed and bundled up in jackets. There had been a suggestion about a night time patrol after seeing the weird shapes. There hadn't been any spotted in over a week but Bellamy wanted to be sure. Miller and Jasper were the last ones out and had another few minutes before they had to report back.

Miller walked ahead and tried to drown out Jasper's humming. Miller was happy for his friend but at the same time, there was a lot more to be concerned about than his relationship. Raven had just returned from a meeting with the Grounders and she confirmed that the bombs were those that the Ark Camp would have access to. They had the materials and the people qualified to pull it off. The Grounders would have their own talk with the Ark Camp but they had said that they had no problem with Clarke and Bellamy going to meet with them first.

Miller knew that their two leaders probably weren't excited to hear that. They were both brave people but clearly part of them wanted to ignore the Ark Camp and continue on as they were. People had realised that Clarke was staying and that made everyone ecstatic. But they also knew that there was no way Clarke was leaving the kid, Chris, there. She talked about him so much the younger kids were already planning a welcoming party. Chris would be easy to convince to move but her mother was another story. There was a difficult road ahead but Miller was sure Clarke and Bellamy could handle it together.

He suddenly stilled, his hand tightening around his gun. Something was wrong. He could feel it, like a shiver going up his spine. Miller gazed out at the woods, examining every shadow and tree. Then, it clicked.

Jasper wasn't humming anymore.

Miller whirled around but his partner was gone as if he had never been behind him in the first place. "Jasper!" he called but only the echo of his voice came back. "Jasper!"

Miller doubled back, scanning around to try and see something. Jasper wasn't a great fighter but he was an unbelievable shot. If whatever had grabbed him had taken his gun...

Miller stumbled forward as he foot caught on something. He looked down and felt bile come up his throat. He bent down and picked up the items.

Goggles and a note. Jasper had been wearing his signature accessory only moments before. The note was on rough paper, the ink runny but Miller could read it well enough. He took off towards camp, sprinting with everything he had.

They had been so busy worrying about when they would cross the river that they never considered what would come to them.