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Clarke POV

I pulled my knees up to my chest, letting my eyes wander across the campsite. Recent events had been like a kick in the face, a reminder that being aware at all times in a place like this was crucial. I watched as people crowded around the fire, laughing as they helped others serve up food, some sipping what I suspected was moonshine. Finn and Raven wandered across my line of site and disappeared behind a tent. I wondered briefly whether they were okay or whether they were fighting, but I found that I didn't really mind either way. It was then that I fully realized that all my feelings toward Finn had entirely dissipated without me really realizing. My mind was filled with a much different face. A face with freckles and an upper lip dimple, with deep brown eyes and sharp cheekbones.

I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, blackening out the world for a moment. It had come to me in the drop ship, conversing with my mother, why Gerard Riley had seemed familiar. I remembered assisting in the healing of his mother, her rounded cheeks and golden hair, the exact same as her young son, whose face I remember seeing pressed around the corner of the medical bay. The fear in his eyes had been the same, his shaking voice when I had comforted him the same as when he pleaded me to be quiet, pleaded for me to die. I exhaled heavily, biting down hard on my tongue and tasting blood. It seemed so long ago that I had struggled down a ravine to save Bellamy, and eons ago that I'd been safe up on the Ark with a mother whom I loved and an ex-best friend who I had detested. The thought of Wells sent pains through my chest. This new world was cruel. I was determined that I would do everything in my power to keep the remnants of the 100 safe and if that meant banishing every potential traitor in the camp then I would.

"Hey, I heard the communication with the Ark was successful?" I pulled my hands away from my eyes, blinking to dispel the black spots that swam across my vision. Monty stood in front of me, hands pushed awkwardly into his pockets, his smile crooked.

"Yeah actually," I replied, climbing to my feet and brushing the dust off the back of my pants, "It was better than we expected, hopefully Raven says we should be able to maintain a steady contact with them whenever we need, which will be good!"

"That's great, we could do with some more information about the plantation around this area." Monty exclaimed excitedly as we both began to descend down toward the campfire.

"Perhaps we can get someone to take down an inventory!" I replied, mirroring his enthusiasm, "It might take a while to handwrite, but it'd be extremely helpful for both medical and edible plant life, even hygienic!"

"Did someone say hygienic?" Raven sidled up beside us, "I could really use a nice lavender shampoo right now."

"You know it was only ever chemically created artificial lavender scents in those things," Monty pointed out, "They pretty much produced a random scent and attributed it to the purple earth growing plant lavender."

"Thanks for ruining the only nice thing the Ark had going for it." Raven sighed dramatically.

Monty smiled shyly, "What do you mean, that dehydrated chemical almost-meat was delicious!"

We all laughed and my cheeks hurt in the best way possible. Humour was something earth hadn't offered a lot of.

Movement by the fence caught my eye and I automatically turned, starting when I realized that it was Bellamy and Reynolds. Even from this distance I could see the tension in Bellamy's stance, his tight grip on his gun, the veins on his neck standing out, but his face was calm. He even sent Reynolds a small smile and I relaxed, it was too early to give anything away to him.

"I'll be back," I said quickly to Raven and Monty, ducking around them and walking toward the two boys.

Reynolds greeted me with a smug nod as I approached, "Princess, heard you attempted to contact the Ark and it didn't go to well."

I avoided Bellamy's eyes and resisted the urge to punch Reynolds in the face, "Yeah unfortunately, luckily we aren't really desperate to communicate with them at this moment."

"You aren't desperate to talk to mummy?" He mocked, "Maybe she could magically give us an explanation for that idiot Riley."

I shrugged, irritation almost overwhelming me, "I doubt it, I reckon he was probably just acting alone."

Reynolds frowned, his eyes darting briefly toward Bellamy, "Right, well I better go check on Diane, that girl Ella is pretty freaked still."

Worry pooled in my stomach as I realized the position I'd just put us in. I'd made it look to Diane and Ella that I potentially believed them that Bellamy was responsible, yet here I was with him, in front of Reynolds. I prayed that Reynolds assumed I was trying to keep Bellamy in the dark rather than outing him without evidence.

"I want to rip his head off." Bellamy hissed from beside me as we watched Reynolds' retreating back.

I shook my head, still tasting blood from where I'd bitten my tongue earlier, "No way, that'll be my job."

He raised his eyebrows, amusement tugging at his lips, "Wow princess, when did you become a brutal maniac?"

I rolled my eyes, elbowing him in the side, "You know what I mean, I don't want to cower in front of these monsters anymore, I am not going to let them have control."

He nodded, biting his lip in, unable to keep the smile of his lips, "You look really cute when you're trying to be tough."

My stomach somersaulted at his compliment, Bellamy Blake thought I was cute. I frowned up at him, in feign anger, "I am being serious! Can you teach me defensive skills?"

He pressed his lips together to prevent a full smile from breaking across his mouth, crossing his arms across his chest and surveying me with mock seriousness, "Well, I mean we could try but you aren't very intimidating to start with—"

I smacked my palm hard across his arm, and took a step back, balling my hands into fists and raising them threateningly in front of me, "I could be plenty intimidating!"

He rubbed his hand across his forearm where I'd slapped him, outwardly grinning now, "Firstly, get your thumb out of your fist," He pried my fingers apart with his calloused ones, "Secondly, you need to hit like you mean it, and I know you think you would in the situation, but when your fist hits actual flesh and you have to keep going, it's a little different." He was beginning to get more serious.

"It's not like I've never hit anyone before," I grumbled, stepping apart so that I was in a balanced position, keeping my fists raised.

"I know," He sighed, running his fingers through his tousled hair, "I don't doubt your bravery at all Clarke, I remember that day with Atom. I just don't think you're the type of person who would continue to punch someone, enough to badly hurt them in order to prevent them from hurting you."

I bit my lip, nodding, "Yeah, but I want to learn the skills and moves that will allow to disable someone, otherwise if someone like Riley comes after me again, I'm dead."

I didn't mean for the words to sound so morbid, but I couldn't keep the certainty from my voice.

He stepped forward, catching my fists and wrapping his hands around so that both my fists were completely covered by his long fingers, his eyes burning into mine, "I am not going to let that happen," His voice low and menacing, "If anyone ever tries something again I will kill them myself."

I pried my hands free from his and instead wrapped both my hands around his two, stepping forward so that our intertwined hands were pressed to both our chests, "I know you would, but you aren't a cold-blooded killer Bellamy, and I wouldn't let you do that to yourself."

His gaze was so intense I almost had to look away, "It wouldn't be cold-blooded killing, it would be for the safety of my people," I opened my mouth but he cut me off, "Even so, it'd make both of us sleep easier if you could defend yourself better."

I smiled, moving his hands so that they were resting on my waist, before gently trailing my hands up his sides. The electricity between us was palpable, we hadn't had a moment alone in a couple of days and I ached to feel his skin against mine. Slowly he bent his head toward me, his hands on my waist becoming fists as he grabbed handfuls of my shirt, his pinky tracing the skin above my hip. I could feel the heat from his lips before they finally pressed against mine, warm, familiar and soft. One of my hands couldn't resist sliding up his spine and tangling itself in his curly dark hair, twisting in the damp hair at the base of his neck. Beads of sweat, pressing against my palm.

He groaned slightly in my mouth and heat spread through my body, dipping below my navel. I pressed our bodies closer, closer, feeling his hard stomach flush up against mine.

I yanked my mouth away from his as an icy gust of wind reminded me that we were still outside and in the possible view of other people. Our faces were inches away from each other, I could still taste his lips against mine, his eyes burned along my skin, the expression in them, turning my body to molten lava.

"We should probably take this somewhere more private." I whispered, a shy grin creeping onto my lips.

His returning smile was cheeky and dimpled, and as he gently lowered my body I realized that I'd been on my tip toes, desperate to reach his mouth. My cheeks flushed and I dropped my eyes from his, relieved to find that there was no one around us.

His hand found mine and we quietly threaded our way past the other tents, I felt sure that any onlookers would know exactly what we had just been up too.

He tugged me into his tent, and immediately I felt nervous. Bellamy had slept with a lot of girls in this tent and suddenly images of them pressed against his skin, their mouths on his neck, was overwhelming. He turned slowly, sending me an almost shy smile. My stomach jolted, I had only ever slept with Finn and I knew that Bellamy was more experienced and I began to feel light-headed as I thought about his expectations.

"Clarke woah," he reached out to steady me with fingers around my wrist, "Are you alright, you look really pale?"

I inhaled, trying to send him a weak smile, "I, I'm just not sure what you want from," I paused gesturing between him and I and then tent, "From all this."

The furrow in his forehead deepened, "From all what?"

I gently removed my hand from his, pressing my palms against the outside of my thighs, "From you and me, I'm not, I don't want to be one of your sex buddies."

His eyebrows raised at 'sex buddies', "That's not what I want either."

"It isn't?" I asked, a new feeling expanding inside me.

He shook his head, re-capturing my hand, "Those girls, we all had an agreement, it was just comfort, another human to take away from the isolation that earth brought with it, but with you, it's different," His cheeks flushed, "I really like you Clarke, and not just because I know the camp needs your medicinal skills or because you're beautiful, I mean I like you and that hasn't really happened to me before."

He seemed to realize he'd said too much and I could almost physically see the walls slamming back into place in his eyes alongside panic.

I quickly squeezed his hand, pressing my spare hand to his cheek, "I," My cheeks flushed to match his, probably more noticeable on my pale skin, "I really like you as well, and not just because we need you to lead the 100 or because you still looked good even after almost dying."

His brown eyes seemed to thaw and he grinned, extricating his hand from mine and using it to push a strand of blonde hair behind my ear, "We sure do make a pretty formidable pair."

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