Sorry for the length between the last update and this but I honestly had zero motivation for a while. Perhaps it's because I haven't watched the show in a while and reviews dwindled quite a bit. But I re-checked the other day and a few more lovely people had left some really nice reviews (thank you for that!) and I felt monumentally guilty for not updating so I inspired myself and whipped this chapter up, so I hope you enjoy! I also started reading the 100 book by Kass Morgan and so far I'm pretty disappointed to be honest but I am hoping to give it more of a go.

Bellamy POV

Waking up in warm arms was something that I would never get enough of. It was such a striking contrast to the days on the Ark, with the cold walls, cold floor, cold hinged door. Every morning I almost had to pinch myself to remind me that I wasn't dreaming. I woke with my nose pressed against Clarke's hair, her scent overwhelming my senses. My tent had become our place. In the mornings the morning sun would create a warm glow inside the material walls, a sleepy light that kissed Clarke's face in a way that made her look perpetually soft and untouched by the cruelty of earth. It wasn't often that I woke before her, but it was something I enjoyed more than I would ever let on. It allowed me to see the way she'd involuntarily moved closer (if that was possible), to me in the middle of the night, the way her fingers always found their way to my own. I sighed watching the way my breath gently caressed a few tendrils of her blonde hair and the way her nose was squashed slightly to the side from having her cheek pressed against my chest. Being this close to someone physically wasn't exactly unfamiliar to me, but it was different. It wasn't as though the girls I'd slept with didn't snuggle against me in the mornings, but it always had an air of awkwardness, bumping knees, cold fingers on my skin, jostling each other to get comfortable. I'd never imagined being entirely comfortable with a girl curled up against me. Sure, her hair was tickling the skin on my neck and the tip of her index finger was cold against my side, but somehow I didn't mind.

Octavia was going to have a field day if she ever so much as sensed the thoughts going through my head right now.

A wail cut through the early morning silence and Clarke jerked, her head hitting my hard in the jaw, causing my teeth to knick my tongue, a coppery taste filling my mouth. I groaned.

"What's happening?" Clarke pulled herself upright and turned to me, her hair unruly.

I pressed my finger against the tip of my tongue and winced when it came away red.

"Oh!" She said, "I'm so sorry! I thought I heard something, are you okay?"

I smiled, yanking a shirt over my head, "Don't panic princess, even if your head is like a rock, I think I'll survive and you did hear something, I better check it out."

She punched me playfully in the shoulder, rolling her eyes and yawning, "I'll come with you."

"It's probably just someone playing a prank or something," I shrugged, climbing to my feet and giving a still slightly disoriented Clarke a hand up.

Another piercing scream cut through the air followed by a deep familiar voice yelling, "Bellamy Blake, if you're not out here in ten seconds I will cut her throat!"

I sent Clarke a panicked glance and stormed out of the tent, grabbing my gun as I went, and my eyes immediately zeroed in on the commotion and my heart rose into my throat, anger burning through my brain.

Reynolds stood by the gate, his knife pressed against Octavia's neck, a few people stood behind him, some wielding weapons, among them I recognized Diane and Ella. A few other people stood wearily back, some aiming weapons at him, others trying to remain unnoticed.

"Let her go," I yelled, marching toward him, my gun already up and ready to shoot, "Or I will fucking kill you."

Reynolds laughed, a cruel sound, "I have six men behind me with weapons who will kill you and your sister if you even try, so drop the gun or I spill her blood."

I felt a reassuring hand rest on my shaking forearm and Clarke stepped up just in front of me, "What do you want Reynolds?" She asked calmly.

"What do I want?" He asked, "I princess, want you to die ideally, but primarily I want control over this camp and I want to eradicate anyone who opposes that."

"What makes you think you have the right?" I snapped, "Just let Octavia go and fight me like a man you cowardly swine."

"Bellamy," Clarke said just quiet enough so that only I could hear, "Don't fuel the fire."

"What make you two think you have the right to rule?" He retaliated, "And I don't think so."

"Why are you doing this?" Clarke asked, anger beginning to intertwine with her calm attitude.

"Because if I don't step up for my people," He hissed, "This puny earth expedition will continue to fuel the inequality that existed on the Ark. People like us, will go back to being discriminated against and people like you will continue to casually murder anyone who gets in your way."

"My father was floated too," Clarke snapped, "There is no discrimination here and if this is some personal vendetta, I had nothing to do with any of your family being floated."

Her composure was beginning to waver and I was the one having to place a reassuring hand on her back. My eyes however were glued to Octavia, who was standing frozen, her hands in fists at her sides.

"It was personal for that fool Riley, but to be honest princess I don't give a damn what happens to your privileged ass, as long as it's far away from me," He laughed again, "For now, I need you to destroy that radio and then we will decide who gets banished."

"If anyone is getting banished it's you," I snarled, "Let Octavia go now, she did nothing to you."

"Oh no, but she means so much to you and you're bowing to the pressure of this privileged bitch," He gestured to Clarke and I struggled to refrain from throwing a knife at his head, "And together you'll bow to the pressure of Jaha and help to turn the earth into Ark take two and I just can't let that happen."

"Reynolds," Clarke said, "No one wants to go back to the societal structure of the Ark, that's not what we're trying to achieve and we're not going to let that happen, but threatening us is not the way to go about it and neither is murdering people."

Reynolds lip twisted in amusement, "So you did know that I killed Riley, I thought you might have but I wasn't sure. He was weak and I don't need weakness. I need strength to overthrow what is in place."

"Do you really believe all this shit you're spouting or are you attempting to act all mighty in front of your girlfriend?" I snapped, "Because I never penned you to have the slightest inclination toward equality, especially since you murdered someone for what you saw as weakness."

I was struggling to keep my anger at bay and my fear for Octavia was beginning to make me see red. I had never felt so helpless in my life.

Anger flooded Reynold's eyes and he tightened his grip on Octavia, "You keep your filthy mouth shut or I swear that I will kill her."

The cool metal of my gun felt as if it was burning beneath my fingertips and just as I was about to throw myself at him, a whistling howled through the air before a long spear thwacked straight into the back of Reynolds' shin.

His screamed a blood curdling sound, releasing Octavia and dropping to his knees, a flurry of curses gushing from his lips. O ran toward me and I caught her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing her tightly against me, whispering unintelligible comforts into her ear.

Meanwhile, the people behind Reynolds had rushed forward and hoisted him to his feet, the spear still protruding from his leg.

"GET THE HELL OUT!" He screamed and after panicked glances both toward us and toward where the spear had come from, they raced out the gate, dragging Reynolds' with them.

Diane screamed in frustration and a few of the men fired gunshots randomly toward us as a few of the men began to advance toward them. I kept hold of Octavia.

I watched as someone scooped up Ella and they all disappeared out the gate, the sounds of their feet trampling through the undergrowth and their shouts echoing through the air. We stood frozen and Miller and a few others made a move to follow them.

"Wait!" I commanded, letting go of Octavia and stepping forward, "Leave them for now, we outnumber them and with their leader injured, grounders and nowhere to go, they have bigger problems right now. We need to regroup."

Miller nodded, gesturing for the others to close the gate, "Why the hell did the grounders attack him specifically and why now and what the hell is going on?"

"I don't know," I answered, rubbing my hand across my forehead, "We need to figure out if all the traitors left and we need to…"

I struggled to find the right words, suddenly overwhelmed. The pressure of being in charged was suddenly heavy on my shoulders, their lives were in my hands.

"Miller," Clarke's commanding voice began, "Regroup the guards and figure out how many weapons and men we lost, also make sure someone is on lookout all the time and try to pinpoint exactly where that spear came from. Roma gather some people and search their tents and see if you can find anything, the rest of you, we need to get back to our daily duties and anyone who's injured, meet me in the medical bay immediately."

She turned to me, squeezing my wrist for a moment, "Octavia is okay Bell."

Clarke POV

My heart still seemed to be struggling to return to it's normal pace after the mornings events and my mind hadn't stopped racing. How many people were sided with Reynolds? How did they come to be? What were the grounders playing at? How were we going to be sure of safety now?

"Clarke," Octavia's soft voice broke me from my thoughts and I turned to see her standing awkwardly by the table, her fingers twisting in her tunic, "I need to tell you something."

I forced a small smile, "Sure O, of course, what's up?"

"You have to promise not to tell my brother." She said.

"Is it about a boy?" I teased, wriggling my eyebrows.

To my surprise she didn't smile, if anything she seemed to pale slightly, "Yes."

I frowned, "Why so serious than? Afraid Bellamy will murder him?"

"Yes, actually." She replied biting down hard on her lip, confusing me even further.

"O I don't—"

"I know why the grounders threw that spear at Reynolds." She interrupted.

"Okay? I don't understand how—"

She sighed, twisting her hands violently through her long hair, "The grounder who threw it, his name is Lincoln. We've sort of being seeing each other."

I felt as though I had just been slapped in the face with a brick of ice, "You what!?" I choked out.

She fidgeted anxiously, "Look, I met him when I was out foraging once and he saved me from another grounder and he's not like the others, he's doesn't agree with them attacking and everything and he lives alone and doesn't partake in their fights or anything, he's really nice."

I tried to swallow this information but I'm sure the shocked expression hadn't faded from my face, "So what, he threw the spear to save you?"

She nodded, "Yeah, at least I think so, I haven't been able to sneak out and see him because there's so many guards."

I slowly lowered myself onto a makeshift chair, "I think I'm going to be sick."

"He's not a monster!" Octavia snapped, "I thought you'd under—"

"Not because of that," I cut her off, "Just that you've been risking your life and your brother would absolutely crack if he knew and it's just a lot of information to process right now."

"I know," She sighed, her voice softening, "Look Clarke, I really wanted to tell you but I know that you and Bell are, you know and I didn't want to load you with this information and then tell you to keep it from him, that's not fair. But after today, I felt like you had to know."

"Yeah." I said weakly, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes.

Bellamy was going to kill us both.

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