Hi All, Definitely NOT my fave chapter, but thought I had to get it out somehow. Be on the lookout for this chapter potentially getting modified as the story progresses.

In any case, on with the story.

You'll notice it now deviates quite a bit from what currently being shown

Cheers, and as always, comments, ideas and questions are always welcome!

"Get Clarke!"

Bellamy was livid. The meeting was Clarke's idea after all...hers and the Spacewalker's. He didn't know anything about running meetings or creating committees or forming communities. He knew he had an armed force to train and defences that needed to be built. He knew now more than ever, after the speech Clarke and Finn had given to rally the troops, that they needed someone with the backbone to carry it out. And damn it, he knew it had to be him. Not by choice. Not anymore. But by necessity,

There was no one else. Truly, no one else who deserved it...deserved to have their souls ripped out their chests bit by bit from the choices they had to made. After what had happened earlier, he wasn't sure he had much of one left anyway.

Bellamy wasn't an idiot. He knew the result of his display of power had led to his people being afraid of him.

Well good. So be it then. Now his people had proof. They knew he didn't back down on his word. They knew he was capable of making hard decisions to protect them...that he was a soldier, an enforcer...and maybe, just maybe, the mindless, ruthless brawler that Finn had accused him of being.

The crowd around him was beginning to grumble out of impatience, boredom, hell, out of fear. He knew how they felt.

Bellamy glared at the two boys again, one goggly and one quiet, both of which had strangely, and in their own ways endeared themselves to him...not that he was prepared to admit that. And if they cowered a little more than usual when he spoke to them...like he might snap and turn on them...like he was the enemy, he decided to ignore it. He had to.

"Why aren't either of you moving?" he asked sharply.

"We...we would, but..."

"But?"

"Um...she sorta asked,"

"Ordered," Monty clarified.

"Ordered," Jasper agreed, "Ordered us to give her some time alone."

"Alone?" Bellamy clarified. He could accept that. With a camp of more than ninety, getting some alone time was rare and far between. After what had just transpired, he understood her reasons why. But she was a leader, and that meant that she took her responsibilities seriously. This meeting was her responsibility, and that, Bellamy concluded, meant that she was up to something. He shook his head with vague annoyance. "Fine. She's had her time. Now go get her and tell her to come here."

"Uh, we could try, but we wouldn't know where find her."

"That's impossible. She has to be somewhere in the camp. It's not that big."

From the nervous ticks coming from Jasper...more than usual, Bellamy inwardly groaned.

"What did she want alone time for?" Bellamy demanded.

"She uh...said something about paying her respects to the dead," Monty clarified.

"Damn it," Bellamy swore. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed his rifle and began to walk away from the crowd, not before muttering, "Get the groups organized...based on skill set. Our focus is surviving the winter. Figure out what we need, and come up with with ways to get it. I want at least five plausible suggestions by the time I get back."

Bellamy sauntered off. Monty and Jasper gave each other a look. Shrugging, Jasper stepped forward and began to speak to the crowd.

...

"What the hell are you doing?" he blurted.

"I'm almost done," Clarke replied, not bothering to look up from her task. She had painstakingly cleaned away most of the blood, and used his bangs to cover the bullet hole so that Murphy almost looked like he was in a peaceful repose.

"You're needed outside," Bellamy grumbled.

"I figured you could handle it on your own for a few minutes." she murmured. "There," she sighed, sounding tired and defeated, finally looking up at him. The rims of her eyes were smudged with dark circles, her face was too pale, and her lips were drawn in a thin, contemplative expression. "What are we going to do with him?" she asked wearily.

"Burn him? Bury him? I don't know," his voice was weary.

Clarke nodded and exhaled, "Ok," she replied.

"I need you by the fire," Bellamy said simply. Less and order, more a fact. "We need to get organized," he turned to leave the drop ship.

"Bellamy, wait. When I was...cleaning the body, I found something in Murphy's hand," Clarke said, stalling his exit.

"What was it?"

"A vial of something. I don't know."

"Did you open it?" Bellamy asked, a sudden, urgent sense of dread rising to his chest.

"No. Of course not. It could be anything."

"Good," he replied.

"What do you think it could be?"

"Knowing Murphy," Bellamy replied gruffly, "some kind of weapon."

Before Clarke could respond, five boys sauntered into the drop ship.

"We're here for the guns," one said with a cocky lilt.

"Excuse me?" Clarke's eyes narrowed.

"We're on security detail," another clarified.

"Jasper said we could grab the guns here."

"Jasper said?" Clarke arched a brow and directed her look of disapproval at Bellamy. "I leave you alone for ten minutes, and you put Jasper in charge?" she huffed. "I'll get things sorted out. You," she pointed her finger at the boys that had entered chests out like peacocks with fluffed feathers, "Touch nothing," she ordered.

"The princess doesn't like anyone to touch her things," one of the boys...Connor sneered, but not before sneaking a glance to make sure that she was beyond earshot.

"Hey," Bellamy said sternly, "Don't call her that."

"She's still acting like she's royalty, Bellamy," Mark complained, "All she does is nag when we need to get things done."

"And she still has all this fancy stuff,"

"The fancy stuff that keeps us alive you mean?" Bellamy shot back, hardly amused by the antics of the team Jasper and Monty had helped select.

"I mean, look at this stuff," Conner began sliding his finger over the supplies. Cloth, herbs, glass. He held a small glass container in his hand.

"She'll be pissed once she realizes you've touched her things," Bellamy warned.

"Yeah she will," Connor smirked, dropping the glass vial to the ground and looking self-satisfied as it landed on the metal ground of the ship, broken into fragments. The liquid in the vial spilled out and began to sizzle on the floor. Quickly, the sizzle formed into a thick grey fog, and the boys began to cough as it rose.

"Get out of the ship now!" Bellamy ordered, counting off as one by one he saw the five figures leave the ship. Connor, Mark, Glen, Ace and Dixon. All Idiots.

"What the hell was that?" Clarke demanded as she and the group of girls behind her stopped short of the drop ship watching Bellamy emerge, the haze of smoke beginning to fade behind him.

Bellamy let out a deep cough to clear his lungs as he approached Clarke and her group. "Remind me never to let Jasper and Monty in charge ever again," he grumbled, walking past them and heading straight for his tent.