Thanks for the reviews! No I didn't specify that Reynolds was killed (the spear hit the back of his leg and he was dragged out of the camp by the others)! You'll find out more in this chapter and the next what happens with him! Enjoy xxx

Clarke POV

"Is this all the seaweed we have left?" Octavia asked, her brow crinkling in worry as she looked through the meagre pile in front of her.

I nodded, worrying at my lower lip, "Yeah, we've basically been on lock down for days now and the majority of the seaweed we did have has begun to rot and Raven and I had to toss it away yesterday."

"What are we going to do?" she exhaled through her teeth, "Most of the other ingredients for the other things are running low as well."

"We're going to have to go out and search for more," I sighed, massaging my temples, "Or rather you or I will and I doubt Bellamy is willing to let anyone incapable of properly using a firearm out of the camp."

"Or rather he's not going to let his beloved sister or his girl out." Octavia said with surprising animosity, obviously the Lincoln situation was weighing on her mind, "Seriously, we can't treat injuries without these things and if he can't see that then he's being dumb."

"O, you can't blame him for wanting to keep everyone safe," I sighed, twisting my fingers through my hair and tying it at the base of my neck with a barely existent elastic band to keep it out of my face and ignoring her 'his girl' comment, "But you're right, we can't treat anything with nothing left."

"Maybe you could persuade him." She teased, bumping her hip into mine and making inappropriate movements.

"Ew O!" I cried, smacking her away, but not able to keep the grin off my face.

Eventually we settled on going to find him together and attempting to convince him simply by explaining the situation. It took a while to convince him, he was still pretty shaken from the attack and downright refused to let Octavia leave the confines of the camp, which caused Octavia to throw a mini tantrum, letting a flow of curse words from her lips. None of which fazed Bellamy in the slightest.

"What, so you're happy to put your lover in danger?" Octavia hissed spitefully in a way that made me for the first time, truly see how young she was.

Bellamy's fists tightened and his cheeks reddened and I elbowed Octavia in the side, she wasn't helping our case at all.

"Shut up O," I muttered, struggling to meet Bellamy's intense searching gaze, "Look, we need these supplies and I am the best person for the job, send me with twenty bloody guards if you must but we need these things and I am going with or without your approval."

I maintained my stance, firmly meeting Bellamy's gaze and not breaking it. Once upon a time one glare from him could make me rethink my decisions, but I wasn't going to back down now, not even when his eyes softened slightly and pleaded instead. They silently implored me to not force him into this situation, and as much as I wanted to give in to the warm way that he was looking at me, I couldn't. Seeming to realize that it was a lost cause, he broke the contact and flickered his eyes up to the heavens and back down.

"Fuck me," He muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in defeat, "O, you're definitely not leaving. Clarke, I'll come with you and bring Miller and a couple of other men and we can leave Raven and perhaps Roma in charge while we're gone, but we're also not staying out more than two hours, clear?"

Octavia huffed and muttered something that sounded a lot like 'bloody buffoon of a brother' under her breath before tramping away across the camp.

I nodded, sending him a small reassuring smile and reaching my hand out to tangle with his own, "We're always going to be in danger here Bell, you can't be expected to protect everyone by yourself."

He nodded, disentangling his hand from mine and slowly reaching up to tug the band free from my hair, twisting his hands through the loose strands and resting his warm palm on my neck, "I can try." He whispered, brushing the pad of his thumb against my chin and lower lip.

I smiled against his thumb, pressing my hand against his, holding it in place. Tender Bellamy was someone I was beginning to see more and more and each time his skin touched mine butterflies would erupt underneath my skin, my breath catching in my throat.

I stepped forward and quickly pressed my lips to his cheek, inhaling in his woody scent before sending him a cheeky grin as his eyes followed me, a small smile tugging at his lips, "We better get going."

Bellamy POV

I'd decided that despite the dangers, it would be better to take a smaller group, that way we would draw less attention. But even with Clarke's reassurances and the soft laughter of the men beside me, chattering quietly, their guns at the ready, I felt uneasy. There were so many dangers out here, not to mention the now added danger of Reynolds and his gang who were god knows where probably planning a retaliation. Thankfully the river wasn't that far from our camp so I hoped that the expedition wouldn't take long. Clarke picked her way through the undergrowth beside me, her eyes constantly alert, her fingers pressed to the knife at her waist. I'd been tempted to give her a gun but she'd been happy without one – relying on my gun to watch her back. I had faith that she could protect herself if it came down to it as well.

The trip to the river was uneventful except for Miller stepping in an old grounder trap that snapped upwards, launching a rotting log out from the treetops toward us. Obviously it'd been there for a long time, unused and forgotten, probably meant for hunting animals for food. But when the wood hit the ground, exploding in a flurry of disintegrated wood we'd all jumped and Clarke had even dropped to the ground and my hand had been there, on her shoulder, pressing into her skin. Soon after we reached the river.

"Move as quickly as you can." I demanded to Clarke as she rolled up the bottoms of her pants and waded into the shallow river bank, watching carefully to make sure there was no creatures beneath the surface.

She rolled her eyes at me, "Chill out Bellamy."

I clenched my teeth, biting back a retort and turned to survey the area around us.

Everything appeared quiet, the wind gently whispered through the tree sending leaves fluttering through the air. The two men I'd brought with us stood near the river bank, Miller chatting animatedly to Clarke about the seaweed she was tucking into a small bag. They all seemed so at ease but I couldn't shake the feeling that send shivers along the back of my neck.

I paced restlessly, my eyes studying the treeline for any signs of danger. The uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach was stronger than before and Clarke's soft laughter seemed especially loud in the silence surrounding us. It was intensified, bouncing off the rocks, practically screaming to any surrounding people where we were.

"Hurry up and stop fucking around," I snapped at Miller and Clarke, who showed matching expressions of surprise.

"Bellamy would you—"Clarke started but was cut off when a loud crack sounded to my right.

I spun around, just in time to hoist my gun up and block the ark of an oncoming grounder weapon. The person wielding it however, was not a grounder, they let out an animalistic growl and hurled themselves at me, their fist catching me under the jawline. I kicked them hard in the ankle, thrusting the butt of my gun into their stomach and smashing my knuckles into the side of its head. The boy dropped to the ground, lifeless. I recognized him as one of the camp deserters, but I had no time to consider this as three other men were attacking the others.

I jumped over a rock, racing toward where Miller was fighting two of them, the other man, Jake appeared to be unconscious on the ground. The other attacker was on Clarke, throwing punches that she was blocking with her forearms, still up to her knees in the water.

I yanked knife from my belt and threw it, watching as it arched through the air and buried itself in one of their shoulders, leaving Miller fighting one. Clarke and the other man were too close together for me to throw anything without risk of hitting Clarke.

I threw myself toward him, crash tackling him into the water and pummelling my fists into his face. Suddenly I was assaulted by a memory; sitting around the fire chatting to him one night after a hunt, laughing. Now I was smashing my fist into his nose, causing rivulets of blood to run from his nostrils. For a moment I couldn't breathe, I stilled my fists and realized that he was unconscious, the water soaking his hair and clothes. I had travelled to earth with these people on the same drop ship, we'd made camp together and shared food, how the hell did we all manage to turn on each other? We considered the grounders as barbaric, yet there were none here now and there was blood being spilt.

Disgusted, I pulled myself to my feet and whipped around just in time to see Miller push the other guy backwards off a rock into the water. A sickening crunch sounded as he landed awkwardly in the shallow water, the murky water around him turning a horrible scarlet.

"Clarke!?" I called, twisting around, my eyes searching for her. Desperate.

"I think they took her," Miller said breathlessly, pressing his palms into his knees and bending over, a trail of blood trickling from a cut on his forehead "I tried to stop them, but I couldn't get to her."

Panic coursed through my blood stream as I desperately searched the surrounding shore with my eyes, how could I have let this happen? Obviously the three had been a diversion, it hadn't just been a random attack and we'd fallen for it and now she was gone. I felt as though I was back on the drop ship and they were taking O away again, except this time the girl had blonde hair and the abductors were far more unpredictable.

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