Wooh a longer chapter! I'm struggling to decide how to put more of the other characters in because I like first person so that could mean more POV people? What do you guys think of that? Or would you rather it remain Clarke and Bellamy POV?

Clarke POV

I didn't realize that I'd spent the entire day in the drop ship with Raven until I made my way down the ramp and discovered that the world had darkened in my absence. It wasn't just evening that was approaching, huge thunderclouds loomed across the sky, black and threatening, the gaps where the sky peeked through were deep purple. The atmosphere felt dangerous and I knew that we were totally under-prepared for whatever was coming our way. I shivered as a droplet slipped between the collar of my shirt and my neck.

"Looks like we're in for a hell of a first earth storm princess," Bellamy said, startling me as he approached from the right side of the ramp, his gun hooked diagonally across his body, "I've been organizing people and we've been trying to strengthen all the tents and tie down what we can."

His hair was damp, and the cold, dark weather made me wish for nothing more than a warm bed and his body curled next to mine, comfort.

I nodded, looking back toward the sky, "Anything valuable needs to be taken into the drop ship, that includes every member of the camp, no exceptions," I looked pointedly toward where Murphy was being held, "We need to get everyone moving now, the storm is almost on us."

The air was damp and cold and wind was beginning to whine through gaps in the drop ship and our makeshift buildings, people were walking quickly trying to gather up their things, some were running. Panic was beginning to set in.

"I'll get on that, have you seen O?" He asked, pushing his hair off his forehead, raindrops glistening in his dark curls like tiny gems.

I shook my head, something suddenly dawning on me, "You don't think…?" Bellamy's eyes widened as his met mine.

"She better bloody not be with that grounder, it's not safe out there!" He growled, his fingers tightening around his weapon, "I'm going to look for her."

"Bellamy," I said quickly and he stopped, half turning his body toward me.

"What?" His voice was impatient.

"Don't go out there, if she is out there she'll be with Lincoln and that's probably safer than here right now," I held his eyes, "Please."

His eyes softened and he sent me a quick smile, "I won't, just get everyone inside the ship and I'll be there before the storm really hits."

I nodded, sighing. Neither of us liked to take orders.

As he disappeared into the swarm of people I raised my voice, "Everyone," I called, trying to project my voice over the gentle rumble of thunder, "You all need to get whatever belongings you need for the night and make your way into the drop ship, try to be as minimal as possible, it will be crowded in there!"

People stopped to listen to me before nodding and moving more quickly toward their destinations. I made my way to the tent I had started sharing with Bellamy and gathered together our hand drawn maps, lists and any weapons that we'd left in there, as well as our meagre spare clothes and some blankets. When I made it back to the drop ship it was already filling with people, trying to claim sections of floor for themselves and their friends. I set up my belongings next to where Raven lay on the table, claiming a small corner of the ship. Monty, Jasper and Finn had set up their things nearby to Raven as well, and if it wasn't for the ominous thunder that growled outside it would feel like some sort of sleepover, like we used to do on the Ark as children.

A loud clap of thunder made my heart trip in my chest and the chattering inside the ship grew louder as people began to panic. I darted outside to organize the last of the people, guiding Roma and Miller in from the fence line. That was when the rain really began to pour; one moment droplets were spitting on my face and the next the wind blew in a gale of water that whipped and howled around us, beating loudly on the drop ship roof and any hard surface it came into contact with.

"Clarke we need to do something about the fence," Miller yelled, pointing toward the entryway, "We don't want the grounders taking advantage of our weakness!"

I nodded, "I doubt they'll want to leave cover but I agree that we need to secure the fence closed, it might blow off!"

"Roma get inside, Clarke and I can manage!" Miller yelled, pushing Roma toward the drop ship.

I snagged hold of her jacket before she could leave and moved forward so that my mouth was close to her ear so that she could hear me, "Keep everyone calm and make sure that everyone is inside! Jasper was meant to move Murphy, make sure that he's secure!"

She nodded, gripping my shoulder before jogging off through the rain toward the ship.

The rain was coming down so hard now that it was difficult to see in front of us, "We need to tie the gate to the other side!" Miller yelled, "I have some rope!"

"Wait, where's Bellamy?" I yelled back, lifting the hood of my jacket over my head in an attempt to stop some of the torrential rain from sliding down my back.

"I saw him just before, I think he went back to grab something from the tent!" Miller yelled as we ran toward the gate, "He's fine!"

Relief poured through me and with renewed energy, I yanked the gate closed, fighting against the battering wind. Miller wound the ropes around the two poles, triple tying them.

"I don't know how well that will hold!" He yelled, as the wind tore through, the gate slamming against the poles that held it.

"It'll have to do!" I called back as lightning lit up the sky, a fiery white finger cutting across the purple, "I'm going to find Bellamy, you head back into the drop ship! I'll be there as soon as I find him and then we can close the doors! If we don't close them, it'll flood, so if for some reason we're not back in five minutes, close them!"

"Clarke—" He started.

"I'm serious!" I yelled back, "Listen to me Miller, we'll be there."

He nodded and disappeared into the pouring rain.

It was almost impossible to see where you were going now, the rain was coming down in sheets and I headed in the direction that I thought our tent was in, "Bellamy!" I yelled.

It occurred to me that he was probably already back in the drop ship and I began to run toward the looming shape ahead of me, battling against the biting rain and wind that tore at my clothes and whipped the rain drops into my face.

There was a crack and I spun around to my right to see a huge branch fall from one of the swaying trees and break through the fence, snapping in half.

"Clarke!?" The voice was desperate.

I hurried toward the voice and the fence and a blurry shape came into focus, a small blurry shape with long drenched dark hair that was trying to get back into the camp, "Octavia!" I screamed, "Get away from the trees!"

She was trying to get through the gap in the fence, clambering over the broken branch, the tree swaying above her, creaking and groaning. She slipped, falling hard on her hands and struggled to regain her balance.

I sprinted toward her, fear biting at my chest, "Clarke I think my ankle is stuck!" She called, tugging at her knee.

I made it to her side, the fence was bent and the branch was wedged between the metal and Octavia's foot had slipped between the two, she was trapped. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around her ankle, feeling and tugging, trying to free her.

"Clarke, you need to get out of here!" She screamed, gripping my shoulder, her eyes desperate and afraid, "I'll be fine, just get inside!"

I shook my head at her, "We're both going to get inside!" I replied, stepping around to the other side and attempting to yank the branch away.

"Clarke," Her voice was shaking, "Clarke, it's not going to work."

I pushed my drenched hair out of my face and wiped the excess liquid from my eyes, trying to think. The rain was thunderous and the trees on the outskirts of the camp were beginning to frighten me, they were swaying violently, and I didn't doubt that something bigger than this branch could fall.

"Do you have a knife?" I yelled against the rain, regretting that I'd left mine in the drop ship where the rest of my stuff was.

She nodded, reaching into her other boot and passing a small knife to me; my heart sunk, it was a lot smaller than I'd hoped for.

"Try and get your shoe off!" I told her, kneeling down and sawing at the side of the branch, trying to shave of some bark in the hopes that her foot would just slip through. She reached past me to untie her laces and I yanked the shoe through the bottom, passing it back to her. She yanked her foot upwards but it was still stuck and I could see a purpling bruise around the ankle. The tree above us groaned loudly and another branch swung to the ground, smacking into a puddle of water a metre away from me.

I sawed viciously with the knife, yanking at her ankle, "You need to pull!" I screamed, "When I pull the branch this way I need you to yank your foot out as hard as you can!"

"Okay!" She yelled, bracing herself against the remaining part of the fence.

"Clarke?" Another voice called.

"Bellamy!" Octavia screamed, "We're over here!"

The tree cracked.

"Now!" I yelled and Octavia pulled herself backwards, screaming in pain before tripping backwards. Free.

"Go!" I yelled and I heaved her to her feet, supporting her weight on my shoulder as we ran toward the drop ship and Bellamy who was coming into focus in front of us. She let go of me so that we could both run as fast as we can, her ignoring the pain in her ankle.

"Watch out!" Bellamy yelled and I yanked my head around to see the tree beginning to freefall toward us.

Octavia dived to the right, out of the way and toward the drop ship where there appeared to be another figure, but I tripped on a rope holding up a tent and fell half on the tent and half in the mud on my back. The fall knocked the air out of my lungs and mud splattered onto my face, and I barely had time to gasp before three things happened simultaneously or in very close sequence.

Bellamy yelled my name, the tree was still falling (how the hell was it still falling?) and two heavy things collided with me. Everything went black.

I woke up and I couldn't breathe. Something was pressing hard on top of me, and there appeared to be a strange mosaic of leaves above me, almost like a dark leafy roof, cut by branches and darkened by something back.

"Clarke?" A voice whispered and I realized that the thing on top of me was Bellamy Blake.

I inhaled what I could and reached my hands up into the darkness toward the shape and my hand came into contact with what felt like a nose. I smoothed my hands along lips, a dimpled chin, ears, eyebrows, eyes and settled my palms on cheeks.

"How the hell did you get there?" I whispered, wincing at the pain in my ribcage.

He laughed softly, his body vibrating on top of mine, "I was trying to protect you from the tree."

"The tree that is now on top of us?" I asked, trying to get some air into my lungs.

"That one," he replied, "Are you alright?"

"I can't," I tried to breathe properly, "I can't really breathe."

I felt some of the weight lift off me as Bellamy pushed his hands to the ground to support his body weight, "Better?"

"Ah yeah," I whispered, "I can't see anything."

"Bellamy!? Clarke!?" Octavia's voice was desperate over the wail of the wind and rain.

"We're fine O!" Bellamy yelled, "Get the hell inside the drop ship, we'll sort it out!"

She didn't reply.

"Hang on," He shuffled, his knee hitting me in the thigh and his elbow connecting with the soft skin on my stomach, "Voila!" His torch light shone briefly in my eyes for a second before my eyes adjusted and took in our situation.

Bellamy was pressed hard up against my body and just inches above him was a roof of tree and tent that spread entirely around us, closing us off completely. I couldn't breathe.

I began to hyperventilate, and the area seemed to press in on me from all sides; I couldn't move, I was going to suffocate.

"Clarke?" Bellamy asked his voice panicked, "What's happening, what's wrong?"

I couldn't slow my breathing and my heart was racing in my chest, "I can't breathe, the air, I'm going to suffocate."

"Shh shh," He whispered, supporting himself with one hand and pressing the other to my cheek, "It's okay Clarke, someone will find us after the storm, and we're safe enough in here."

"No," I cried, tears beginning to drip down my cheeks as I pressed one hand to my throat, "I." my breath was coming out in short bursts and I couldn't seem to get enough in no matter how hard I tried, "can't breathe."

My airways felt as if they were closing up and the roof was so close to my face and when I tried to struggle out from underneath Bellamy the roof seemed to drop closer. He was supporting the roof; he couldn't move and neither could I.

"Clarke, Clarke shh!" He whispered soothingly, moving his face closer to mine and blocking out my view of the roof, "You're having a panic attack, you're claustrophobic. Don't speak, just focus on me, hey look at my eyes and try to breathe slowly, in and out."

I nodded, focusing on his eyes and slowly trying to exhale and inhale. I knew what claustrophobia was I just had no clue that I myself suffered from it. Bellamy pressed one hand to my cheek, using his thumb to remove the tear, "Close your eyes." He whispered, gently moving his thumb up and down my cheek.

I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on my breathing.

He clicked the torch off and pushed his entire body weight off me so that he was supporting himself on his hands and feet, his body taut above mine. I inhaled deeply and exhaled, his scent filling my nostrils. He smelt of rain and his skin, and it comforted me.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice slightly forced.

"I think so." I whispered, gently opening my eyes.

It was dark again and the darkness soothed me, I couldn't see how close anything was and I could breathe again.

"You can't stay like that forever, I'm fine I can breathe," I said, putting my hand on his taut bicep, knowing that it was taking all of his strength to remain in the position in order to keep his weight off me, "Here, put your knees on the ground, that'll hold some of your weight."

He gently eased himself onto his knees so that his body was pressed against mine but the weight was no longer adding to my difficulty breathing, "Okay?" He asked, his breath touching my lips.

I eased my head upwards and bumped my lips against his chin, before finding his mouth and pressing mine to his gently, using one hand to push the curls from his face, before dropping my head back to the ground. I left my hand on his face, tracing the cheekbones that I couldn't see, "I love you." I whispered.

Let me know what you think! I myself am claustrophobic in really small places and I thought it would be interesting to delve into here. I know that some people have claustrophobia in a lot more severe cases than this!