Ah a later update, this chapter was a little bit forced! It's more plot continuation then Bellarke but I hope you enjoy! It's also a long chapter so yay for that!

Bellamy POV

I slid the back of my hand across my forehead, digging my wrist into the gap between my eyes. I had spoken to Miller about Clarke's suspicions and she had gone to ask Raven about working on getting the radio fixed. I felt momentarily guilty for tossing it into the river but the feeling was immediately overtaken by confusion and frustration. It had been difficult for me to forgive Clarke and part of me felt that I had almost given in too easily to her sincere blue eyes and the way they pleaded with me, her fingers, reassuring on my arm. But I had understood why she had been suspicious, she hadn't been in the right mindset after seeing Gerard Riley's mangled body and I had been on guard duty at the time, it was a reasonable conclusion to draw. But that didn't prevent the sting of betrayal from burning through my chest. I didn't really know what was happening between myself and Clarke Griffin but the idea that she could suspect me of such an abhorrent act made me feel sick.

"Bellamy," Miller's voice broke me out of my reverie and I blinked, turning to face him, "I haven't told anyone about the, ah, suspect but I think we better confirm quickly otherwise he might get the drift that something is happening and bail."

I nodded, rubbing my fingertips against my temples, "Yeah, I'll go and see how Raven is going with that radio, otherwise there's not a lot we can be doing."

He nodded and I headed off toward the drop ship. My muscles felt taut beneath my skin, as if someone had sent a jolt of electricity through my body and it was now impossible to relax. I twisted my neck to the side, rubbing the tips of my fingers into my shoulders, hoping to relieve some of the tension. I wasn't scared of having a potential killer in the camp, at least not for myself, I was angry and anxious to discover for sure who they were. I was angry that I had beaten an attempted murderer and it had given me no answers. There was no pleasure in that, and now the boy was dead and I still didn't know why he'd attempted to beat Clarke to death with his gun.

"Any success?" I demanded, perhaps a little too harshly, as I entered the ship.

Raven, Clarke, Finn and Jasper were standing inside, clustered around a small makeshift table. Raven and Jasper were examining what appeared to be parts of the radio and Clarke and Finn were talking quietly beside them. I felt a flicker of jealousy shoot through my body and I swallowed quickly, yanking a little too violently at my hair.

"Slow down cowboy, it's going to be a while before we see any progress," Raven replied, shooting a raised eyebrow look my way, "What's wrong with you?"

I clenched my fists at my sides, "There's a murderer in the camp, am I the only one who thinks that is a problem?" I snapped.

"Woah," Raven glared, turning away from what she was doing, "If you hadn't destroyed the damn radio, perhaps progress would be a little quicker!"

I opened my mouth to retort, but Clarke cut me off, "Look we're all worried about it Bellamy, and Raven is moving as fast as she can, perhaps if we give her some space it might be easier." She stepped forward, the top of her head just in line with my collarbones; she pressed my hand gently to my waist, soothing.

"Sorry." I sighed, nodding at Raven and lifting one of my hands to rest on top of Clarke's, her fingers cool beneath mine. It was a gesture I figured looked casual enough.

A look from Finn told me that I was wrong. Dropping my hand, I stepped away from Clarke, refusing to meet her eyes, "Let me know when you get in contact with them." I said, clearing my throat and moving out of the doorway.

"Wait." She had this voice that made my feet stop in their tracks, even if they were intent on moving forward. I couldn't explain it to myself, it was level and quiet, but it had a power over me that confused and frustrated me to no end, I hated letting someone have any form of power over me. It was weakness. I couldn't afford it.

I turned slowly to face her, "What is it Clarke? I have things to be doing."

Her forehead crinkled slightly and I longed to smooth my fingers across the furrows, "Is there, is there something wrong? I thought we were okay." He voice dipped at the end, worry beginning to lace her words.

I exhaled heavily, clenching my teeth together. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me. Yes I'd forgiven her, or rather I thought I had. But things were beginning to nag at me. Firstly the idea that her accusation had, had that sort of effect on me and secondly the fact that I'd forgiven her so easily. Why did this girl make me doubt every single barrier I'd ever built around myself? I never forgave people who shunned me, with the exception of my little sister.

I flattened my fingers against my eyelids, pressing the cool tips into my skin, hoping for a respite from the confusion. I was beginning to get a headache.

"We are okay," I kept my fingers pressed to my eyelids, "I'm just busy."

Leaves crunched beneath her boots and I knew even without removing my fingers from my eyes that she was moving closer. "Bellamy," She whispered, small fingers wrapping around my wrist and gently tugging it free of my face, "You don't have to do this."

"Do what?" I retorted, letting her keep hold of my wrist.

She sighed, rolling her eyes, "You know what. You're not made of stone."

Her words reminded me of another girl, only days prior, "You're not a stone wall Bellamy." Octavia's face swam across my vision and for a moment I thought I would faint.

"Yet," I started, "When I did let you in, you accused me of being a murderous fiend."

I could tell my words hurt because she appeared to almost take a physical step back, "I said I was sorry," She whispered, conflicting emotions raging through her eyes, "I don't know what else I can do."

I immediately regretted my words. Two weeks ago I wouldn't have.

"Look," I sighed, dropping my hand to rest against the warm pulse at her neck, "I didn't mean it that way, god I just," I struggled to grasp the words I was searching for, "I'm not good at this."

Clarke's mouth curved slightly and she pressed her hand against mine, stepping forward so that her other hand was wrapping around my waist, "For what it's worth," She stood on her tiptoes and pushed my damp hair away from my forehead, "I still think you're doing okay."

I could feel the dimples forming on my cheeks.

Clarke's POV

I had wanted to twist my fingers through Bellamy's unruly hair and hold him for the foreseeable future, destroying whatever worries ravaged his body, but duty called. We had parted amicably and I knew that we were okay for now and I'd made my way back to the drop ship to hang out with Raven.

I watched her work on the device for what felt like hours, with Jasper and her muttering nonsensical technical jargon to each other, every word lost on me. Eventually as the sun was beginning to dip below the tree line, spreading a glow of orange and pink across the campsite, the radio crackled.

"100 base to the Ark, do you read?" Raven said, pressing her finger down on the button at the top of the device.

We waited in silence, the only sound the popping of the radio.

"100 base to the Ark, do you read?" Raven repeated, louder.

My heart was beginning to sink.

"100 base, this is the Ark." The voice crackled through the tiny speaker and beside me, Octavia squealed.

Raven handed the radio to me, and gestured for me to speak. I heard Jasper mutter for someone to get Bellamy.

"Ark, this is Clarke Griffin," I stated firmly, "I need to speak immediately with Chancellor Jaha and Abby Griffin."

"100 base, we will put you through immediately." The disembodied voice sounded.

There was silence and we all waited with baited breath, I could feel my heart beat pounding through body, my palms sweaty. I wasn't sure that I was even ready to speak to my mother, but I had to inquire about Gerard Riley.

"Clarke?" My mother's voice sounded unfamiliar over the radio, but it still sent a flicker of longing and anger through me.

"It's me," I replied unemotionally, "I need to make an inquiry about one of the members of the 100, there's been a threat and a murder within the camp and this information will be vital."

"Clarke I thought you were dead, I thought—" I wasn't sure whether her voice was shaking or whether it was the crackle of the handset.

"I need that information now." I stated, not even recognizing the tone of my voice.

Her voice turned professional, "Of course, what's their name?"

I glanced around me quickly to make sure that we were alone in the drop ship. Bellamy had made his way in quietly and was standing in the doorway, making sure that no one was entering and Jasper, Octavia and Raven stood with me.

"I need to know about Gerard Riley."

My mother was silent.

"Mum?" I asked, unsure of what else was appropriate to call her.

"Yes sorry, I'm here. That name was just a bit of a shock. He's the son of Peter and Hannah Riley, Peter was floated and Hannah died."

"Why? And how did he land in jail?" I asked, my throat beginning to dry up.

"Peter Riley was floated for attacking a senior medical officer after she failed to save the life of his wife Hannah and after finding out both his parents had died Gerard apparently attempted to fight his way out and so he was chucked in jail."

I tried to process the information, "I'm guessing that officer was you?" My tone was bitter.

"Yes," I could hear her sigh, "Everyone is only allowed a limited amount of medical supplies and they knew that, yet they still wanted a less safe version of an operation attempted, and it failed."

"Okay," I used my free hand to massage my aching temples, "Do you have any information on a Jacob Reynolds?"

I lowered my voice, suddenly terrified that the burly boy would burst into the drop ship and rip the radio from my hands.

"Give me a moment," She replied, and I knew she must be bringing up his profile, "Yeah, Reynolds, both his parents were floated for stealing dangerous medicinal drugs and he's in for multiple counts of violence and abuse."

I was beginning to see a pattern, and the dryness in my throat was making it more difficult to speak, "Could you bring up the profile of a Diane? I don't know her last name."

The others were giving me strange looks, Raven raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah Diane Hughes," She paused humming and huhing, "Yep, father floated when she was fourteen, it doesn't say why, and she was jailed for causing serious injuries to a guard."

"That's all the information we need for now," I said calmly, "One of the others will update Chancellor Jaha if you can put them through to him, thank you for your time."

"Clarke—" her voice was pleading.

I pressed the radio into Jasper's palm and grabbed both Raven and Octavia, leading them over to where Bellamy was standing, looking confused.

"What just happened?" Raven demanded, Jasper's voice murmuring in the background.

"I think we have a revolt on our hands," I said quickly, "All of them had parents who it sounds as though they were controversially floated, and I think that they are all part of a group. If so, they will be holding grudges against me for my position in the Ark and now my position in this new society. For Riley it seems it was more personal."

"Wait, why them?" Octavia asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Gerard attempted to kill me, we all know that. I reckon that Reynolds drugged Bellamy and killed Gerard because he was afraid that he would talk, and as for Diane, she definitely had a hold over that girl Ella, as if she was defending someone. I'm willing to bet that both her and Reynolds had a hand in framing Bellamy. They're also a couple which would explain why she was so willing to defend him."

Silence briefly followed my little rant.

"That's an awful lot of assuming," Bellamy started, "But it would make a lot of sense."

"But we don't have hard proof," Raven groaned, smoothing the flyaway pieces of her back off her forehead.

"I know," I ground my teeth in frustration.

Bellamy placed a comforting hand on my elbow, "We need to do some interrogating, but right now we can't afford to hold off, suspicions are almost as good as hard proof as far as any of us can be concerned."

I leaned back slightly, so that my back was pressed against his side, letting the warmth emanating off his body calm me. His scent filled my nostrils.

"We need to be careful," I said, "And for now we need to keep this between us, Jasper, Monty and possibly Miller."

"Don't worry Clarke," Octavia smiled, sending Bellamy a quick conspiratorial grin, "My big brother isn't going to let anything happen to you."

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