A/N: So, this is the next chapter! Thank you to everyone who has favorited/followed this story, and to everyone who left comments. I'm super glad you guys like this so far.

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Continuously Complicated

Chapter Two

Before she could step back, Finn grabbed her hand, and the look of pure gratitude in his eyes was enough for Clarke's conscious.

The loud clang of the ship's door being closed stirred Clarke into movement. She pulled hard on Finn's hand, lifting him to his feet, and yanked her knife out of the Grounder's back. Rushing over to Bellamy's fallen form, she quickly checked for a pulse, and, when satisfied there was one, gestured for Finn to help her lift him.

"We need to find something to block out the blast." She said, supporting Bellamy's right side. "They're going to set off the jet fuel and we're going to die if we're anywhere near it." Finn grunted a yes, and they dragged Bellamy towards the outer wall, awkwardly pushing and pulling his unconscious form through one of the tunnels. The moment they were out of the tunnel, a deafening boom erupted from inside the camp, and Clarke was thrown sideways, knocking her head painfully on the ground. Bits of the wall flew off, and Clarke's vision blurred momentarily, red and orange and black dots dancing across her vision mesmerizingly.

Then, everything was quite.

With a groan, Clarke pulled herself into a sitting position, pushing off smoking bits of the wall from her torso. An annoying ringing was all she could hear, and a thin stream of blood was trickling from her nose.

Across from her, Finn was in the process of standing up, looking just as bad as Clarke felt. Bellamy was lying at the bottom of a tree, but he seemed to be breathing, which was good enough for Clarke.

"Clarke? Clarke, are you good?" The ringing was slowly fading away, replaced by Finn's insistent voice. He'd made his way over and was now crouching by her side, watching her with concerned eyes.

"Yeah…" She croaked, wiping at her nose. "Yeah, I think I'm good. Are you?"

"Pretty much. I just got knocked off my feet from the blast. Could've been worse I guess." He replied.

"Yeah, I'd take a nose-bleed over being barbecued any day." She snorted, wincing slightly as she rose to her feet. The mechanical sound of the door opening once again echoed past the wall, and then cheering erupted moments later. Clarke couldn't help but grin. If they were cheering, it obviously meant that the jet fuel idea worked, and just that was a huge relief for Clarke. It had been close, but they'd succeeded. They'd won.

Bellamy let out a groan, and Clarke rushed over to his side. He was lying face down in the dirt, so Clarke rolled him over as gently as she could, pushing his hair out from his face. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked several times before focusing on Clarke.

"Why, hello there princess. Fancy seeing you here." He wheezed, squeezing his eyes shut again momentarily. "What happened?"

"You got beat up pretty bad." Clarke replied, inspecting a bleeding gash on the side of his head.

"It really wasn't much of a fight. Kind of embarrassing, really, if you ask me." Finn was now standing over Bellamy, a slight grin playing on his lips. "Luckily for you, I swooped in and saved your sorry ass with my warrior-like skills." He demonstrated by punching the air and flexing his "muscles". Bellamy glanced at Clarke, who rolled her eyes.

"Actually, if I remember correctly, I was the one who put the knife in that guy's back. So, really, I helped out the most." That certainly sobered things up. A silence fell over the three of them, in which Clarke checked Bellamy for any serious injuries. Apart from the gash on the side of his head, which had stopped bleeding, he was fine. There was the possibility of a concussion, but they'd deal with that when and if it came. She was just about to help Bellamy up when Finn suddenly grabbed her arm in a vise-like grip. Surprised, she opened her mouth to retort, but one look at his face kept her silent. She followed his gaze, and let out a small gasp at what she saw.

Across the forest, still a ways away but moving quickly, was a group of strangely clad humanoids. They were weaving in and out of the trees with surprising professionalism, and they were steadily getting closer and closer to camp.

"What the hell are they?" Clarke hissed.

"They're heading this way. That cannot be good." Finn groaned, his hand still clamped around Clarke's arm.

"What if they're more Grounders?" Bellamy said with poorly hidden nervousness, his eyes wide. "They could be reinforcements."

Clarke shook her head. They didn't look like Grounders, with their strange green suits, creepy gas masks, and guns. And they didn't move like Grounders either. They moved in a seemingly disciplined formation, never truly leaving its set ranks.

"They can't be Grounders. The real question is if they're friendly or not."

"I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that they aren't." Bellamy had stood up, and was leaning against a tree, watching the advancing group with a blank face. "So far, Earth hasn't had a single friendly occupant."

"Lincoln was friendly." Finn mumbled, finally releasing his hold on Clarke. Bellamy's face darkened at that.

"Yeah…whatever." He pushed himself off the tree, waving them towards the wall. "We should hurry, if we want to be ready for when they get here."

"This is just pea-" A sudden outburst of screams cut Finn off, and Clarke froze. Those screams had come from inside the wall. To her horror, a cloud of orange-y red smoke began to rise from behind the wall, floating up and over it like a strangely colored fog.

Bellamy had started running towards the tunnel, and Clarke barely managed to snag his shirt sleeve before he got too close.

"Let go!" He growled, trying to pry her fingers off, but Clarke held strong.

"Don't! Bellamy, if you go in there, you'll be the same as everyone else!" He yanked his arm, causing her to tumble forward and she hit the ground, taking him down with her. He immediately got up, finally releasing himself from her grip, but didn't get far as she lunged and grabbed his ankle, pulling him down once again.

"Clarke, let go NOW!" He shouted, shaking his foot wildly. "We need to help them!"

"Bellamy, if you go in there, you can't help them! Getting yourself killed or trapped or injured isn't doing anyone any good!" She shouted back, her eyes boring into his. He avoided her gaze, but ceased his desperate kicking, his expression pure rage.

"Fine." He spat, pulling his leg viciously from her grip, and pointing a finger threateningly in her direction. "But if anything happens to them, this one is on you." He stood up, turning his back to Clarke and staring at the strange smoke.

Clarke was suddenly yanked sideways, and went tumbling into a small mass of bushes. Finn had his arm wrapped around her center, pulling her against him. He was gesturing wildly, whisper-shouting at Bellamy, who finally noticed. Glancing behind him, his face went from anger to shock, and he practically swan-dived into some bushes across from Finn and Clarke, hidden from view.

Moments later, the group of humanoids came jogging past them, guns at the ready. Clarke watched as, one by one, they crawled through the small tunnel in the wall and disappeared on the other side. Clarke held her breath. The strange smoke was gone, and shouting could be heard, though she couldn't make out what they were saying. Luckily, there were no gun shots. Unluckily, that could mean the smoke was poisonous and that everyone was already dead. She didn't know which one she liked better.

Just as suddenly as the people had come, they were leaving. But, they were leaving with more then what they had come with. Each person had a pack filled with what Clarke could only assume was the 100's supplies, and most had bodies thrown over their shoulders, or they carried them behind themselves on strange makeshift stretchers. She felt Finn take a sharp breath as the seemingly unconscious form of Jasper was carried past them, his head bobbing back and forth precariously.

They waited a few more moments once everyone had gone. The camp was dead quite, the sound of footsteps slowly fading away as the people got farther and farther away. Clarke was breathing hard, her heart pounding, and she felt sick. Those people were obviously dangerous. They had guns, and weird smoke, and they walked like soldiers. Not only that, they had probably taken most of their supplies, and the rest of the 100.

Clarke let out a long, shaky breath and hung her head in defeat.

Some victory that was.

A/N: Hi, and thanks for reading! This chapter was a bit longer than the last, and chapter lengths will vary from here on. I'll try to make them this length or even a little longer, but I might not always stay true to that. I realize that this chapter is still sort of an intro chapter, since it's still more or less a part of the season one finale, but after this it branches out more. Also, for you Bellarke people, I'm going to slowly build to that. I want it to be fairly realistic. Again, thanks to everyone who favorited/ followed this story, and everyone who left comments. It's really really really appreciated, and it honestly makes my day. Thanks!