Shouts of laughter drifted up from the camp below causing Rhea to groan and stretch completely forgetting that she was on top of the drop ship. Her eyes widened as she slipped down the roof. Shrieking she tried to grab for anything she could, which ended up being a groove where one of the panels had come off during the landing. Braving a glance down she saw that her feet were currently dangling over the edge. Getting her grip she pulled herself back up so she could get her footing. After making sure she was securely planted on the roof she shoot her head, she felt like an idiot. Swooping down she grabbed her back pack and slipped her arms in through the loops. Taking in a breath to steady her heartbeat she slowly, and safely, walked towards the ladder. Not having the energy to walk down each rung she just positioned herself so she could slide down with ease.

When her feet touched the bottom she stood back and took a quick look around camp to make sure that the coast was clear. Not seeing anyone she recognized she walked to the back of the drop ship and easily hopped over the wall. Before walking away she took a glance back, her eyes meeting Finn's. He had a curious look on his face, to prevent him from following her she placed her fingers to her lips as if asking him to keep her escape quiet. A laugh escaped her lips when he started to look all around like a loon, spun quickly and marched off. Still laughing Rhea turned away from the camp wall and began her walk. While on her perimeter walk the day before she had heard the sound of water and today, after everything that had happened last night, would be the best day to take sometime away from camp.

Walking towards where she heard the sound she decided that she should take her gun out just in case. That's when she remembered that she had seen a holster in the gun case. Whipping her pack around and unzipping it, she began to dig as she walked. When her fingers got a firm grip on it she yanked it out and moved so she could buckle it to her leg. After Rhea was satisfied with how secure it was she put her gun in it, still having her hand hover over it for safety.

She had been walking for only a slight piece when she noticed that she hadn't heard the sound of water yet, mainly because she hadn't been fulling paying attention. Deciding to really focus she took a moment to get her bearings. That's when she heard it, it was faint but still there. Still keeping an ear out she moved in the direction the sound was coming from.

Her walk didn't last very long. Coming up to a wall of bushes the sound of rushing water overwhelmed Rhea's ears. Rhea halted after pushing through the bushes, in front of her was a small pool that was in between two water falls. There was barely a current so it would be perfect for the 100 to wash off in. Well sort of, it was around 20 minutes from the drop ship. Rhea knew she should run and tell the others but the chance at having any form of peace would be ruined by their antics.

Taking one last look around to make sure the coast was clear she stripped down to nothing and begun to walk into the shallow water. Making it too the middle she lowered herself down, basking in how refreshing the water felt against her skin. She pulled her hair out of it's usual high bun and let it fall into the water. The water on the ARK was strictly for drinking or quick wash ups, which usually consisted of using a rag and wiping oneself down. Baths were a luxury that the people of the ARK could not afford, so this was something Rhea had never experienced before.

She took a few moments to let the water sink in, hoping that soaking would help her remove the layer of dirt on her skin. She didn't allow herself more than a few minutes, she knew that there was more work to do at the camp and also she was currently a sitting duck for any potential attacks or peeping toms. Quickly she dunked her head under the water so she could loosen the tangles that had built up in her hair over the passed year. It was quite difficult so she gave that task up within a few minutes. Once she was satisfied with the state of her skin and hair she stood up and started to walk out of the water. Whilst walking towards the shore Rhea noticed a flower floating on the top of the water. From her years of taking Botany in school she recognized the flower as a water lily, it was harmless but very beautiful. Picking it up Rhea allowed her self a moment to take in it's heavenly smell. Plucking a petal she gently rubbed it on her pressure points, hoping the scent would linger on her skin.

Placing the lily back in the water she moved back to the shore and opened her backpack to pull out her spare set of clothing that she had packed before entering the drop ship. Laying the clothes out on the ground she checked them over to make sure she had everything she needed. Then she began to pull on her undergarments. Pulling her sports bra on, she listened to the world around her, keeping an ear out for any man made sounds. Satisfied that there were none she pulled on her black skinny jeans and slipped the belt, with her holster attached, through the loops. Yanking her tank top over her head she decided to give her clothes that she had just taken off, excluding the jacket, a quick wash in the water so she could wear them later. The task was almost therapeutic, something she had only felt once and it was usually when she cleaned her father's gun.

Her father had been the one to teach her how to clean the old 9mm, a gun that had been passed down to him from his father. The gun was a family heirloom, one that her great- grandfather had used before and during the war. It being so old was the reason cleaning it was so important. It became more than a mandatory task to her though, once her father died it became a form of an escape. Whenever stress started to overload her, she would pull that gun out of it's case and get to cleaning. In fact for months after Bellamy had walked away, she had started cleaning the gun for hours whenever she was off duty, just letting herself get lost in the task.

At this thought she realized, that she was doing the same thing now, forgetting about the world around her as she scrubbed her clothes clean. Shaking her head, she pulled the clothes out of the water and rung the excess water out of them. Stashing them in her bag she pulled her long sleeve shirt on over top of her tank and quickly pulled her hair to the side to put it in a fishtail braid. Grabbing her jacket and back pack she decided to head towards camp but some shouts from her left peaked her curiosity.

Setting off at the pace of a jog her training as a guard set in. It didn't take long for her to find who had been making the noises. A group of boys from camp ran past her following a boar, it would have been funny in any other case, but their shouts could get them killed. Before Rhea could yell at them to quiet down she noticed a couple figures not far away, instantly she recognized one as Bellamy and another as Atom. As quiet as she could she moved closer to the interaction, when she was within earshot she could hear Atom scolding a little girl for following them. The young girl was too quiet for Rhea to hear her response so she tested her luck by moving closer.

"Okay then, but you can't hunt without a weapon" Bellamy said as he handed the girl a knife he had made from the metal of the drop ship. Determination spread across the young one's features.

"Ever killed something before?" Bellamy questioned, making the young girl's face falter slightly, shaking her head to answer him.

"Well who knows, maybe you are good at it." He smiled gently at her, giving her a little more strength. Rhea felt confused by this interaction, she knew that Bellamy hadn't killed anything before either, so why would he be acting like he had? Was this another part of his faux bravado? She watched as the two men walked away and decided now was the time for her to make her presence known to the girl.

" You know, he is right, you are pretty far from camp" Rhea's appearance making her jump, but she recovered quickly.

"I'm not a kid, I can handle myself." She almost snarled, the expression not suiting her cute features.

"I never said you couldn't, how about this, do you want to learn a thing or two about how to use that knife?" Rhea offered, hoping that maybe she could prevent her from wandering off on her own. In response the girl looked her over, possibly wondering if this was some form of trap, she seemed satisfied that it wasn't because she nodded softly and reached the knife out for Rhea to take.

"Well," Rhea started, "First things first, I'm Rhea, and you are?" She smiled.

"Charlotte." The younger girl responded softly.

"Well Charlotte, how about I teach you as we walk. Now, when using a knife you have to make sure you aren't gripping it so hard." She noted as she motioned towards Charlotte's hand. She had been gripping it so tight, Rhea was afraid she might cause damage to her hand. Looking almost embarrassed Charlotte loosened her grip and switched hands, shaking her other hand a little to try to get the feeling back in it. Rhea chuckled at the little girl and motioned her forward. Rhea knew that even though she could hold her own rather well, she still should keep close to the two men just ahead of them, even if they didn't know she was there.

"Alright, a good knife is balanced, if you put your finger in the middle of the knife it should level out on your hand." Rhea stated while using her knife as an example. She had made the knife herself the day they had been working on the wall. "Especially if you are looking to throw it at any incoming enemies." This comment seemed to make Charlotte tense up so Rhea put her hand on her shoulder.

"Charlotte, you don't have to prove anything to anyone, so if you aren't ready to kill something you don't have too." This seemed to put Charlotte at ease because her shoulders became a little less tense, Rhea even swore she saw a little bit of a smile on her face.

"Charlotte, come on, stop lagging behind." A shout came from just up ahead which startled the two females out of the little moment they were having. Rhea watched as Bellamy walked out from behind one of the bushes that had been blocking them from view. His face looked as if he was just punched in the gut when he saw her. It didn't last long, his eyes looking behind them instead.

"Run!" He shouted, his face one of pure fear. "Run, now!" Rhea braved a look behind her, seeing a thick yellow fog coming towards them. Grabbing Charlotte by the hand, she took off, not knowing where she was going but what she did know was that she needed to get Charlotte away from whatever danger that fog could possess.

Bellamy had managed to get in front, trying to lead them.

"Come on, there were caves this way" He motioned towards the direction he was headed, by this point they had managed to catch up to the rest of the hunting party. Rhea kept her grip firm on Charlotte's hand but noticed that the fog was catching up to them rather quickly. She yelled for Bellamy, once she had his attention she motioned for him to take the girl, not daring to look back at the cloud behind them. He didn't hesitate, grabbing onto Charlotte's hand and then running off towards where he remembered the caves were at.

Bellamy took a sharp turn and directed them to a cave that was at the top of a slight slope, without a moments hesitation both females followed their fearless leader hoping that they would be able to stop running sometime soon.

Bellamy got there first but he pushed Charlotte inside to safety and waited for Rhea to go inside as well before he made to enter, his attention being pulled away last minute by Atom shouting for him. Before he could go running off on a suicide mission to rescue his friend Rhea grabbed his arm and dragged him into the cave, knowing full well that whatever was in that fog was more than likely going to kill whoever was caught in it. After releasing his arm she moved over to Charlotte hoping to calm her down a little bit. Sitting down beside her she pulled Charlotte close to her side and began singing a song her mother sang to her whenever she was scared. The lyrics to the song were fitting for the current situation that she and Bellamy were in but she chose not to focus on that and gave Charlotte all of her attention.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you." Rhea started "I'll be the one if you want me to, Anywhere I would have followed you. Say something I'm giving up on you." Rhea moved her head to look at Charlotte before she continue.

"And I... will swallow my pride

You're the one that I love

And I'm saying goodbye" Rhea stopped after this because she could feel a lump forming in the back of her throat as it truly hit her that the words she had sang were everything she wanted to say to Bellamy. She was pulled from her thoughts by Charlotte asking her a question.

"Why would she be giving up if she loved him?" Her brow furrowed looking up at Rhea. The question had startled her but she knew the answer.

"You can only love someone so much until it starts to hurt. Until it gets to the point where you have to let go." Rhea informed the younger girl, making sure to not look in Bellamy's direction. Charlotte didn't seem to like that answer.

"If I had someone that I loved that much, I would never let them go." She stated stubbornly, pulling away from the older female to curl up in a ball so she could go to sleep.

Rhea just sat there letting what Charlotte had said settle in. The sound of the fog outside and Charlotte's soft snores was the only thing that could be heard in the cave. It wasn't meant to last long it seemed for Bellamy spoke up in a quiet whisper.

"I'm sorry." Was all he said, the tone of his voice making her look up at him. His face was unreadable, like he was trying to hide everything behind a mask, but his eyes gave everything away. His eyes used to be filled with such life, now they were void of anything but pain and heartache. He wasn't the man she knew, not anymore.

Rhea didn't know what came over her but she stood up and moved towards where he was slumped. Kneeling down in front of him she put her fingers under his chin and lifted his head, looking into his eyes for a brief second before she placed her lips against his.

That one kiss was her downfall, the feeling of his lips on her's sent sparks throughout her body. She didn't want to pull away, but she knew that now wasn't the time or place. Leaning back she looked at him one last time before she made to move back to where she was before, but he wouldn't let her. His hand went to her cheek making her look at him again, with a quick glance at her lips he kissed her once more, gently at first but it soon changed to one filled with a years worth of passion and love. Rhea kissed him back with everything she had, losing herself in his touch. Her hands wrapped around his neck as he pulled her onto his lap with one swift movement. They eventually released each other just to breathe, the realization of what just happened hitting the both of them. Neither of them had moved on, what they had was not something someone could just forget.

Without saying a word Bellamy moved her so she was laying on the ground, he then laid down beside her and pulled her so she was against his side. Being there with him seemed to make the world around her disappear, all of the worries that had built up were gone. With his arm wrapped tightly around her Rhea braved laying her head on his chest. The comfort of his closeness making her fall into a deep sleep.

It felt like they had been asleep for only a few minutes when they were jolted awake by Charlotte shouting in her sleep, without another thought Bellamy moved so he could console the terrified girl. Rhea stayed where she was not wanting to crowd her.

"Charlotte, wake up" Bellamy pleaded, worry written on his face.

"I'm sorry" She whispered as she looked from Bellamy to Rhea. Rhea giving her a small smile in response.

"Does that happen often?" Bellamy questioned, earning a frown from Charlotte. "What are you scared of?" He must have noticed her reluctance to tell him because he carried on.

"You know what, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it"

"But, I'm asleep." Charlotte stated softly, confused by how she could possibly do anything.

"Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you are awake and they won't be there to get you when you sleep." He gently told her, trying to give the small girl a little bit of comfort. Charlotte wasn't having it though.

"Yeah but, how?"

"You can't afford to be weak down here, weakness is death, fear is death" He said sternly, causing Rhea to watch him closer. Something about what he was saying made her a little nervous, but she didn't say anything and just listened as he continued.

"Let me see that knife I gave you." He waited for her to do so before he continued. Once it was in his hand he carried on. "Now when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say 'Screw you, I'm not afraid'" After saying this he gave the knife back to her and nodded his head as if willing her to repeat him.

"Screw you, I'm not afraid" She said and looked over to Rhea for some support. Rhea took this as her queue to step in and gave Charlotte and reassuring smile which made her say it again but with more power.

"Screw you, I'm not afraid." This seemed to satisfy Bellamy because he gave her a tap on the knee and pulled away.

"Slay your demons, kid. Then you will be able to sleep." Was the last thing he said before he rolled over and went back to sleep. Charlotte just sat there holding tightly onto the knife, clearly still afraid. Rhea took this chance to give her a little bit more reassurance and moved towards the scared girl. Motioning for her to move over Rhea took a seat beside her giving her a gentle nudge with her shoulder.

"You know, after my mother died I would get nightmares all the time." Rhea started, looking down at Charlotte, giving her a reassuring smile as she continued,

"I would always have the same one and it would make me paralyzed with fear everytime. Until one night my father woke me up and told me a secret. Would you like to hear it?" Rhea questioned.

Charlotte didn't hesitate, nodding quickly.

"He told me that all I had to do was keep telling myself that I am stronger than my fears and I would be able to defeat them. Maybe that's something you could try too." Rhea said as she took the knife from Charlotte's hands, placing it not far away. She went to move back to the floor beside Bellamy but Charlotte had already leaned against her for support, fighting off sleep but failing miserably. With a small smile she situated herself so both of them were comfortable and drifted off into a comfortable sleep.