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Clarke POV

The bitter, rough material was pressed up against my gums, dangerously close to my gag reflex, biting into the soft insides of my cheeks and making it impossible to make any sound except a groan. That earned me a hard elbow in the ribs from the boy to my right. Wincing I staggered along, allowing myself to be yanked by two boys who I vaguely recognized from around the camp. We'd been walking for what I guessed was around twenty minutes and with each step I became less hopeful that the boys would catch up to us and save me. I inhaled through my nose and tried to calm the harsh uneven drum beat that was my heart. What if they'd hurt Bellamy, or Miller, or one of the youngest of us, Jake?

Bellamy.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't imagine him dead. Wouldn't. There couldn't possibly be a time where the colour disappeared from his skin, when his eyes didn't hold a countless memories and thoughts that I ached to decode. It couldn't be possible that I would never feel his palms against my back again. There couldn't be Earth without Bellamy Blake. He was okay. He had to be.

"Knock her out," A boy from in front of me demanded suddenly, spinning to face me, his eyes the colour of metal, "We can't risk her escaping and remembering how to find it."

I went to protest and a small groan managed to slip through my lips before a pain ricocheted through the side of my scull and a black smoky haze clouded across my vision and I fell.

Bellamy POV

I couldn't think. God, everything was so loud around me. It all felt magnified, they may as well have been screaming straight into my ears, burning my ear drums. People were arguing in loud, ignorant voices, saying her name over and over again. I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes so hard that I saw glimmering black and white lights, forcing myself to think.

"Bell," A soft reassuring hand gripped my forearm and I opened my eyes to see Octavia standing beside me, "Miller and Jake are alright, although Jake has concussion and what I think is a broken arm. What happened out there?"

"That's good," My words felt heavy and muted and I rubbed one hand against my forehead trying to clear some space in my mind, "We were attacked by Reynolds' men unexpectedly, we were outnumbered and somehow they took Clarke."

She nodded and I could feel her gaze scrutinizing me, trying to decipher my emotions, "What are we going to do?"

"I don't bloody know, I told her it was dangerous and yet she typically decided to be a big-headed righteous idiot and go right ahead and do it anyway. We can't put any more of our men in danger to go on some blind rescue mission. The princess will have to rescue herself." I pressed my teeth together and curled my fingers around my gun to prevent my hand from shaking, avoiding Octavia's eyes.

"Bell, you don't mean that," She said tentatively, tugging me so that I was facing her, her big eyes pleading with mine, "Clarke would go after you if you were in danger."

"That's because she doesn't think of consequences." I snapped, yanking my arm out of her grip and striding across the campsite, ignoring the ache that was stretching inside me like a gaping void.

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Clarke POV

I woke to cold water being sloshed over my face, the realization that the gag had been removed from my mouth and the nasty eyes of Diane.

"Wake up princess," She snapped, grabbing the front of my shirt and dragging me to my knees, "It's time to be of some use."

I was vaguely aware that I was being dragged down what appeared to be a short, dark tunnel, the walls were packed dirt and mud and there was another man beside Diane, I recognized him as the one who'd ordered for me to be knocked out. I made note to return the favour if I ever got out of here.

We came to a stop inside a tiny area that could barely be classified as a room, and my eyes immediately zeroed in on the reason I had been brought here. I was suddenly very awake. Part of me was surprised that I hadn't put two and two together earlier.

Reynolds was hunched in the corner of the room, propped up against the curved wall, his skin tinged a sickening grey colour. There was a ragged blood stained shirt tied around his knee and I could see from here that a sweaty fever had broken out across his forehead, above half closed eyes. He looked so incredibly vulnerable, the complete opposite to the boy who had held a knife to Octavia's neck and murdered Gerard Riley for being weak. He was a murderer on the brink of death and I was here to save his life.

"Oh my god." I whispered, taking an involuntary step toward him, my medical sympathy and training kicking in.

"Hey!" Diane lunged forward and dug her nails in my forearm, yanking me backwards, "Wait, you're going to fix him, you're going to make him better or you'll regret it."

Her voice was saturated with fear and uncertainty and I immediately knew that every person here had, had unblemished faith in Reynolds and the idea that they could lose him would destroy whatever rebellion they'd set up. Diane had appeared to have taken it upon herself to act as some sort of leader whilst her boyfriend was incapacitated, although I could see that she didn't really have any idea of how to do it. I felt momentary sympathy for both of them and the people who had blindly followed them, but it was quickly followed by anger at their stubborn foolishness.

I stood for a moment, torn. Part of me wanted to immediately do whatever I could to patch him back together. But I had to be sure of my life as well.

"Will you let me go if I do?" I met her eyes, trying to be as formidable as possible.

She bit her lip, pushing her hair anxiously behind her ear, and glaring at me, "I don't know, yeah, whatever just fix him now."

"I need certainty Diane, I won't do it if I'm just going to die afterwards."

She sneered, "What happened to selfless Clarke Griffin who'd save any person in need?"

I ignored her comment, "Promise that you'll let me go and I will do whatever I can."

"Fine," She shrugged, pushing me toward him, "Get to work."

I knelt down in front of Reynolds, peeling pack the soaking shirt to reveal the wound and the broken spear that remained impaled in his skin. I didn't believe her word for a second.

Bellamy POV

I tucked two extra knives into each of my boots and my usual handheld weapon into the waistline of my pants, hooking the heavy gun over my shoulder, being sure to check that it was topped up with bullets. I was just shoving a handmade water skin and a small handful of berries into my pocket when Raven whirled into my tent.

"I knew you weren't leaving her to die." She said smugly watching me zip my jacket up, one hand on her hip.

"Good for you." I snapped, pushing past her, hoping that she'd give up and leave me alone.

"I'm coming with you." She continued, keeping up with my pace as we weaved our way toward the front gate.

I stopped dead, planting my feet and glaring at the dark haired girl, "No way in hell, get back to whatever you were doing."

She raised her eyebrows at me, "You aren't a king and you aren't going to be able to do any good on your own."

I squeezed my eyes shut and reopened them, taking her in. She was gorgeous in a lean, almost exotic way, with bronze skin that was darker than mine and dark eyes that matched almost exactly with her long straight hair. A month ago I would have found her exquisitely appealing, now I just found her ridiculously annoying, like buzzing fly stuck in the uppermost corner of the tent at midnight. She reminded me of my sister.

"Look, I get that Clarke's your friend too but I'm not very confident that either of us will come back alive and I'm not willing to unnecessarily put more people in danger." I sighed, this was wasting valuable time that Clarke might not have.

She shook her head, "Going by yourself is a suicide mission, if you stopped being stubborn and righteous you'd realize that you'd have a better chance of surviving if you had someone to help."

I was beginning to realize why Finn and this girl hadn't worked out. There was no way in hell someone as whiny as Finn could have handled this headstrong, but almost admirably defiant girl.

"Borrow Miller's gun and meet me at the gate in five minutes and whatever you do, do not tell Octavia." I sighed, gesturing my hand toward the drop ship.

A few minutes later Raven returned with a gun slung over her shoulder and my sister at her side.

I opened my mouth but Octavia cut me off before I could make a sound, "Look big brother, I know you just want to keep me safe but Clarke happens to be my best friend and I happen to know a grounder who might be able to help us locate her rather than us just thoughtlessly crashing through the bush with absolutely no idea where we're going."

I stared at her, my mind somersaulting over what she'd just said, "How the hell do you know a grounder?" I choked out.

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