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We walked at a steady pace, staying quiet and just far enough away that we could see where the grounder be heading next. The grounder lifted a cover off the ground and crawled down, and we waited a few seconds before following. Bellamy, of course, went down first, followed by Finn, then me, and then Jasper. Monroe was about to follow us down when Bellamy called back to her to keep watch. She bent down near the entrance, staying hidden from above but still able to look around.

It was practically a tiny crevice in the rocks, just big enough to walk through, with very little light filtering in from the top. I followed Finn into the bigger room where we saw Bellamy and a girl embracing. This must be Octavia, I thought. Which meant we could finally go home. In the center of the room was the grounder we'd been following, unconscious on the floor.

"It's okay, you're okay." Bellamy whispered, holding Octavia close.

"How did you find me?" She breathed out, breaking away from Bellamy and stepping over the grounder to Jasper.

"Followed him," he told her proudly, pointing his thumb down at the unconscious grounder.

She pulled away from Jasper, leaving an arm around his shoulder and looked at me. I couldn't fight the grin on my face, glad that we'd found her.

"I'm Ellen." I told her, holding out a hand for her to shake. She took it quickly, shaking it enthusiastically.

"Octavia." She told me, before looking down at the grounder. "We should go. Now. Before he wakes up." She insisted, pushing Jasper towards the entrance.

"He's not going to wake up." Bellamy told us calmly, moving to my side and holding his hand out. I realized he was asking for my knife, and I looked at it for a second in realization as Octavia started protesting.

I shook my head no, moving it behind my back. There'd been enough killing today. No one else has to suffer.

"They started this." Bellamy insisted, making eye contact with me. I could see the anger flash in his eyes as he realized I wouldn't make it easy for him. He turned around and grabbed a spear that had been laying against the wall. "Finn, move." He demanded. Octavia was at Bellamy's shoulder, trying to stop him, while Finn was bent down next to the grounder, looking at something intently.

All of us were so focused on that, that when the grounder suddenly sprang into action, all of us jumped backwards. Finn fell over beside me, and I saw the handle of a knife poking out from between his rib cage. Octavia instantly leaned towards him, her hands wrapping around the knife handle, but I jumped forwards.

"Leave it." I warned, pulling her hands away. "He'll bleed out if we move it now." I told her, hearing the commotion behind me but not turning around. I glanced at Finn's face, who was looking down at his chest in shock, and I placed a hand on his cheek, urging him to look away. He looked up at my face for a second before he looked behind me. I looked back just in time to see the grounder standing over Bellamy, the edge of the spear pressed into his throat, Bellamy trying to keep it from piercing his skin. I heard Octavia screaming beside me, but I couldn't understand what she said. I couldn't even look away from Bellamy using all his strength to keep it from killing him. My heart was suddenly in my throat, and I couldn't even take a breath.

It was one thing to stumble upon the aftermath of someone dying, and a completely other thing to be forced into the situation of killing someone, but to see someone who I cared even a tiny amount about on the receiving end?

Jasper suddenly swung an iron stick at the back of the grounder's head, knocking him out. I sucked in a breath and turned back to Finn, relief flooding through me. I snapped back into reality. Had I really just froze? Even when my own life was on the line I'd jumped into action. Jasper's hand was suddenly wrapped around the knife in Finn's chest.

I knocked his hand away, making Finn wince. "Sorry, bud." I told him quietly. He wheezed out a laugh, and I told Jasper not to move the knife while I turned to Bellamy, who was now on his hands and knees. "We need to go." I told him firmly. He looked over at me. His eyes were still wide with shock, but as he looked me over they hardened.

I stood from beside Finn and moved over to Bellamy. "Are you okay?" It was a stupid question. I knew he wasn't, but it seemed the only appropriate one. He nodded, but didn't say anything. I wanted to check him over, but I knew that there was no time for it. "We need to get out of here before the other grounders realize there was no fog and come hunting us down." He pressed his mouth in a firm line, and we began to maneuver Finn out of there. Once up on the ground, Finn tried walking with our arms wrapped under him, but he collapsed forward, and as Bellamy straightened him up, we realized he'd passed out. Without wasting any time, he'd swept Finn up in his arms and began jogging in the direction that we hoped was a way back to camp.

We didn't encounter any more grounders, which all of us were thankful for, but it took us probably two or three hours to make a straight shot to camp. As soon as it was in sight, I sprinted for the entrance, screaming for Clarke.

She broke through a crowd that had gathered as I made it inside of the gate. "What? I'm here. What?"

"It's Finn." I panted out, pointing back to the entrance, where Bellamy was carrying Finn in.

"Oh my god." Clarke rushed over to Finn, her fingers pressing into his neck to check for a pulse.

"I wanted to take the knife out but Ellen wouldn't let me." Jasper told her, looking as though he was in shock from the whole ordeal. To be honest, I felt as though I were too.

"No, that was a good call." She muttered, gesturing someone over to get Finn from Bellamy. I stood off to the side, the adrenaline finally leaving me as things calmed down.

The crowd that had gathered when I had been screaming for Clarke had begun whispering and pointing. I realized some were pointing at me, and I looked down to see that I was still holding the knife. Disgust ran through me. I wanted to get away from prying eyes. With Finn being taken to the dropship, the gate was left open, and I pushed past a few people in my way to get outside, where there were only a few people milling about.

When I'd made it a few feet from the entrance, I stopped, looking closer at the knife. There was blood dried along the blade, which was about 5 inches long and an inch in diameter. The handle was made out of leather, with a few pieces of cord wrapped around it, connected to several feathers with some kind of talisman dangling between it. I ran my finger over the tiny talisman, trying to understand what it was.

The hanging feathers were black, I realized the talisman was a bird. More specifically, a raven. Ravens symbolized death. It hit me then that the feathers on the blade were probably a count of how many people had been killed by this blade. My stomach churned. I couldn't keep this blade. Just the sight of it reminded me of the grounder who it belonged to. Without contemplating, I used my right arm to launch it into the forest, far away from me. The feathers sailed behind the heavy blade, and I felt a tiny bit of relief surge through me when it thunked out of my sight. The grounder flashed through my mind again, and bile rose up my throat. Before I could stop it, I bent over and threw up what little I'd eaten today. Grateful that Clarke had forced me to carry water around, I used the remaining bit of it to rinse the taste out of my mouth.

This was what the 100 had to deal with. People trying to attack them, in a kill or be killed scenario. Fear at what lurks just behind the wall. Worry for the other campers straying too far. Helplessness at not being sure what to do to make it safe. Do we fight the grounders, risking being slaughtered? Do we just stake our ground and pray that no one comes after us?

"Ellen!" Someone shouted from behind me. I spun to see Bellamy standing at the entrance, half leaning out. "Get in here!" He yelled, obviously not caring for whatever internal conversation I'd been having. I sighed and began walking over, stopping just a few feet from Bellamy. His face was covered in sweat, but he seemed agitated more than anything.

I suddenly realized why the 100 had been making sex a much more open experience. Down here, there was literally no way to guess if you'd make it through the next day. The urge to be with someone, to feel something other than fear overtakes you. It wasn't just a passing want, it was a consuming need to be close with someone.

I'd almost died today. Hell, I'd almost died twice in one day, if you count hurtling to Earth yesterday. I wanted the tight ball of nerves that I'd been carrying around to be relieved, if only for a few blissful minutes.

Standing in front of Bellamy, I realized he was the only age appropriate guy down here for me. I mean, I'm 22. The next oldest guy after Bellamy was at least just turning 18. At this point, I didn't even care about Bellamy's little taunt last night. I didn't care about swallowing my pride. I just needed to relax, at least enough to sleep a few hours.

"Come on." He gestured me to come inside the gate, and I obliged, still lost in my own thoughts. "There's a storm coming." He told me, looking at the sky. I stopped beside him, glancing up to the sky to see the clouds a light gray, churning quickly. It was still so odd to see the clouds above. On the Ark there were no clouds to look at.

He shut the gate and tied it to the next pole over, and began walking away from me. I took my chances, following him into the maze of tents. He spun around just outside of his tent, seeming to realize for the first time I was following him.

"What do you want?" He practically hissed, towering over me. I said nothing, but I took hold of one of his hands and pulled him into his tent, glad that it was empty.

I turned around when I was in the center of his tent, facing him once again. I wasn't nervous. It wasn't my first time having sex. Even on the Ark, it was a common occurrence. When women reached puberty, you would get an IUD inserted to prevent unwanted pregnancy. Once you were married and ready to have your one kid, they would take it out and then reinsert it after you gave birth to prevent anymore unwanted pregnancies.

"What do you want?" Bellamy repeated, although this time it was a lot quieter, and he was close enough that I could see each of his freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks.

"I want you to make me feel something other than this." I answered, bringing a hand up to his cheek. He stared into my eyes, as if searching to see if felt a different way about this than I was letting on. "Please." I begged, my other hand coming to his shoulder. I stroked my thumb over his jaw line, and it was as if that was all the encouragement he needed. One of his hands snaked around my waist, the other running over my shoulder before he slid it into my hair, his nails lightly raking the back of my neck.

He still hadn't kissed me, but his eyes burned into mine, daring me to back out as he tightened his grip around me. I was several inches shorter than him, forcing me to look up at him. I traced along his jaw line for a moment, before my hand ran down his neck and then into his hair, threading into the soft hair. His bangs dipped over his forehead, and when I glanced down to his lips, he suddenly leaned forward, pressing them into mine.

I tightened my hold in his hair, his lips gliding across mine, and his hands spreading across the small of my back. He pulled away for a moment, and his eyes burned into mine.

I pushed him away from me so I could yank my jacket off my shoulders. He copied me, and I barely gave him time to drop it on the floor before I was back at him, more rushed than before. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, my hands racing up his back as he pulled it off, breaking apart just long enough for him to pull it over his head. This time, his own hands grabbed at the green shirt I'd been wearing, wasting no time to pull it up and over my head. We stumbled around, trying to get our shoes and pants off as quickly as we could without breaking contact. When we were finally left in our underclothes, our rush slowed down just enough to enjoy it. His hands spread over my skin, warming everywhere they slid. I scratched and pulled at his shoulders, practically begging him to stay down with me.

His hands slid down to the back of my thighs, and then he was scooping me up. I stopped for just a second, pulling back for a moment while he pushed me on top of a makeshift table. We were practically even, our eyes scanning over each others faces. I finally dipped my head to his neck, pressing kisses over the column of his shoulder before making my way up to just under his jaw. I bit lightly, and he was suddenly in action again, grasping the area under my knees and pulling our hips together. I finally felt him, erect under his boxers. I pushed my hips into his, sucking on the spot I'd been nibbling at. He groaned and rolled his head to one side, giving me more space to work while his hands ran over my thighs, my chest, stopping for a moment to unhook my bra before sliding around to my chest. His fingers suddenly pinched my nipple, pulling lightly toward him. I moaned against his neck, our hips pushing into each other. He, too, groaned. His hands left my chest, and then he was pulling my panties off and down my legs, dropping to his knees under me.

"No, Bellamy." I pleaded, as he kissed the inside of my knee. "I don't want to wait." I whispered. He looked up at me from between my legs, and for a second I regretted what I said, the sight of him turning me on more than I'd expected. But Bellamy stood back up, standing between my legs. One of his hands knotted into my hair, forcing me to look up at him. One of my hands was bracing against the table, but with my free hand I reached for his hips, helping him tug his boxers down. When he finally stepped out of them, I wanted to look down, but Bellamy's hand in my hair forced me to look at his eyes. I felt him pressing against my entrance, teasing me. I straightened my back and scooted as forward as I could, practically begging him to get it over with. With my free hand, I ran my hand up his stomach and to his neck, pulling him down to kiss me again. When our lips slammed into each other, he pushed in. His free hand reached forward to my hip, pulling me onto him. I moaned and tilted my head back, and his mouth began attacking my neck, biting and sucking as he began pulling out, giving me just a second before he pushed back in.

Moans fell from my lips, the feeling of him filling me making me forget everything that had happened today. I just focused on him, on Bellamy biting my neck and his hand raking down my back.

After a few thrusts, he slipped out, and Bellamy lifted me from my thighs to carry me to the bed, throwing me onto it. I backed up with my elbows, giving me a second to look him over. His entire body was practically shining with the beginning of sweat, his shoulders broad. His body was very fit, and while I knew that being on Earth would be a good workout, it did his body very well. He was well endowed, but I wasn't particularly worried about his size. He crawled onto the bed, covering my body with his own. One of his hands slid up my leg, gently setting it on the crook of his hip as he settled on top of me. We kept eye contact this time as he slid in, his lips parting when he was fully inside, pushing his hips hard against mine. My head fell back onto the pillow, a moan escaping me when he began thrusting at a faster pace. One of my hands scratched up and down his back while the other held tightly to his shoulder.

"Fuck, Bellamy." I whispered when he picked up his pace. He groaned and let his forehead drop to my shoulder. I ran a hand through his hair, tugging lightly to get him to lift his head up. When I could see his face again, I kissed him with as much as force as I could muster, our tongues sliding against each other. The hand he'd been using to hold up my leg suddenly dipped between our bodies, brushing against my clit. I moaned into his mouth, and he bit down on my lip, rubbing it just a little bit harder. My moans became more frequent, and Bellamy dropped his head back into my shoulder as I felt the little balloon of tension building inside me. My moans turned into pleads, begging him to keep going and not to stop. He moved harder against me, not relenting, and my orgasm washed over me, pushing my hips into his as hard as I could.

He groaned as I tensed underneath him before my body practically melting under his touch. He thrusted harder for just a second, and then he was pressing his hips hard into mine, my name spilling from his lips like he didn't even realize he was saying it. "Ellen," another groan and thrust into me, letting me know he'd finished. "Ellen." He moaned out, his forehead pressing into my neck as he slowed. "Oh my god, Ellen." He groaned again, pushing hard into me one last time. I let one of my hands stray to his hair, brushing through it while the other rubbed his back soothingly, finally feeling relaxed. One of his hands was thrown over my stomach, the other curled against his side. I didn't move, just wanting to relish in the closeness for a moment.

At some point, I'd fallen asleep. I awoke to the feeling of Bellamy tracing shapes on my lower back, having rolled onto my stomach.

I brought a hand up to rub my eyes, peeking at Bellamy from underneath my hair.

"How long have I been asleep?" Bellamy slid his fingers over my hips, tracing the line of my body.

"Not long." He answered. His hair was still a mess, but he didn't seem as agitated as he had beforehand.

I gave him a small smile and reached my own hand out to brush his bangs out of his eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment, and I brushed my fingers down the side of his face. His features were relaxed, and I wondered for a moment if the only time he was relaxed was when he was sleeping.

"You know, you didn't even last a full twelve hours." He opened his eyes and smirked at me, and my mouth dropped open in mock annoyance. I pushed him away from me and rolled to the edge of the bed, reaching to grab my clothes.

I didn't react to his jab, but I felt him shift on the bed behind me. One of his arms reached around my stomach, pulling me back into him, while the other pushed the clothes I'd been gathering back to the floor. His lips began kissing my neck, and I relished in his warmth for a moment before I turned to face him.

He gave me a small smile, and when my hand brushed against his pelvis, I felt how hard he already was. Every intention I'd had of leaving suddenly dissipated, and I found myself crawling on top of him while he smirked at my reaction.

This time, it was much more languid, filled with sighs and slow thrusts, Bellamy much more relaxed as we simply reveled in each other's presence. His hands brushed over my body, exploring instead of simply rushing to finish.

I focused on the way his lips fell open when he reached particularly deep, the way he groaned when I bit his neck and shoulders, and how he seemed to love when I ran my hands through his hair, occasionally tugging his lips back to mine.

He finished when he'd rolled me on to my stomach, pushing into me from behind, his hand reaching around to finish me off first. I'd sat up, freeing his hand from holding himself up, and brought his fingers to my lips, kissing and sucking his fingers, moaning into him when I'd finally climaxed. He'd not lasted much longer, my hand reaching back to his neck and turning my head to bite at his neck. We'd eased back onto the sheets, our legs tangled in the sheets while I played with his hair, his head resting on my chest.

His breaths came steadily, and I realized that he'd fallen asleep. I stopped playing with his hair, staring up at the ceiling. I could easily sleep right now. I mean, I was warm, comfortable, and definitely exhausted. But as Bellamy had said, there was a storm coming.

I couldn't stop thinking of everything that I wanted to check. The safest place to be would be in the drop ship, seeing as that was the only sturdy building we had. We'd need to move everyone in there. How long would we be holed up in there? How much food and water would we need? Would the drop ship hold all of us comfortably? It would have to.

We could also change some of the tents to gather rain water so that we'd have plenty when the storm was over. We could send a few people to scavenge for some more berries now, before the storm.

"Stop." Bellamy ordered. I glanced down at him, briefly wondering if he was talking in his sleep. As an answer, his foot suddenly dropped on top of mine, and I realized I'd unconsciously been bouncing it up and down.

"Sorry." I murmured, bringing my hand back to his hair to lull him back to sleep. He settled back down, but I could tell he wouldn't be falling back asleep. "We have to get ready for the storm." I whispered quietly, though the thought of leaving this bed made me want to curl farther into him.

"I know." He whispered back, his thumb rubbing my stomach. He took a deep breath before pushing himself to his hands. I moved my hands to his arms, rubbing them lightly while I watched him shake his head to wake up. He dipped his head back down to mine, surprising me with a deep kiss. I didn't mind. I was tempted to try for another round, but I would be even more exhausted than I already was.

He pulled back and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. I laid on my side, watching as he picked up mine and his clothes, tossing mine back at me.

"Have you guys already been collecting rain water?" I asked, unable to stop myself from ruining the moment. The mask that Bellamy wore outside of sleeping had already settled over his face again, his features hard.

"Yeah." He answered simply while I tugged my shirt over my head.

"Thanks for the elaborate answer." I joked, standing up to pull my pants on.

He grinned at me, and I felt my annoyance slip away.

"Do you think we should have everyone move everything inside now?" I asked when he held open the tent flaps. I ducked under them, waiting for him just outside. With a quick glance around, I was glad to see that no one seemed to notice or care about me exiting Bellamy's tent.

"I'll let everyone know." He replied, also looking out over everyone.

"Can you send a few people to gather some more food before we have to stay inside the drop ship?" He nodded, waving over Jasper and Jasper's friend, Monty.

"Can you two gather some more food before the storm gets bad?" They nodded without protest, turning away.

"Oh, hey Ellen." Jasper turned back around, looking between us suspiciously. I struggled to remain nonchalant, trying not to be obvious. "Want to come with?" He asked after I said nothing.

"Oh," I hadn't expected that. "No, that's okay." I answered, waving him off. He shrugged easily, not hurt at me not wanting to go. At this point, the thought of leaving camp terrified me. I needed at least a few days recuperation before I was ready to face anymore grounders.

"Be back in two hours, the storm will already be bad by then." Bellamy added. Jasper shot a salute at him while following Monty away.

"Care to show me where the rainwater is collected?" I asked as we stepped away from his tent.

"I can't, I have a few errands to run." He told me without looking down at me. I narrowed my eyes at his aloofness, not wanting to dig. "Harper can show you." He waved a girl over, who came without question. "Show Ellen around, and tell Miller to find me." She nodded and started walking away, and I shot Bellamy an I know you're up to something look before following Harper.

Forty minutes later and it had already started raining, eliminating my need for a shower. Harper had helped me make sure the tarps we were using to collect rainwater were stable. When we were done with that, I'd helped everyone carry everything into the drop ship, before finally settling in a corner on the second level of the drop ship. It was noisy, but I was exhausted, and with the knowledge that we'd gotten mostly prepared for the storm, I used my jacket as a pillow against the wall and fell asleep, ready to get more than a few minutes worth of sleep.

AN: Ta daaaa! Hope you enjoyed the surprise scene between Bellamy and Ellen. I know it feels a bit early in the story for it, but keep in mind that they have history together. Please continue to review!

For those asking, I picture Ellen as Willa Holland with long hair. Also known as Thea from the Arrow!