A/N: So here's the next chapter! Just as a warning, this chapter does have swearing in it, so be prepared if you don't like that sort of stuff. Also, there's a little Bellarke, so that's always nice. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the 100 or its characters, and I am not profiting from this in any way.

Continuously Complicated

Chapter Three

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 stood up, pushing herself off and away from Finn roughly. Her head was throbbing, and she felt like sitting down and crying. Did nothing ever work out here on this blasted planet? It seemed that nothing went their way, and that nothing ever would. First, they start a war with a group of blood-thirsty, vicious, animalistic humans, who practically destroy them. Then, just when things look up, they get attacked and kidnapped by creepy, gas-mask-wearing weirdos. By this point, Clarke wasn't even sure what to expect next.

Bellamy rose from his own cover of bushes, a look of determination in his eyes. He started out into the woods, not even bothering to look back and see if Clarke and Finn were following.

"Bellamy! Wha-" Finn started, but Clarke cut him off, already turning to run after Bellamy.

"Finn, don't. We need to know where they're taking our friends, alright?" Finn glared at her turned back, mumbling some aggressive words under his breath about the stupidity of humans, but jogged after her nonetheless.

The Green Guys (as Finn had chosen to call them) were not hard to follow. Clarke, Finn, and Bellamy caught up with them almost immediately, since they were now loaded with extra weight from the 100's supplies and bodies, slowing them down. Creeping silently just a small ways behind them, sometimes ducking to hide behind bushes and thick trees, Clarke, Finn, and Bellamy stalked the Green Guys through the forest, sometimes recognizing where they were, and sometimes not. Finally, after what felt like hours, the Green Guys stopped beside what looked like the entrance to a tunnel. They then began to enter said tunnel, and only a few seconds after the last one had disappeared into its depth did Clarke, Finn, and Bellamy rise from their covers, approaching the entrance of the tunnel cautiously.

Bellamy took a tentative step forward, only to be blocked by Finn, who leaped in front of the tunnels entrance rather dramatically.

"We can't go in there." He said hurriedly his, his pale face betraying how scared he truly felt. "Those are Reaper tunnels. We can't go in there."

"Come on, Finn. Now is not the time to wuss out." Bellamy groaned, a hand shooting up and snaking through his hair nervously. "We've come this far, and what would we be to stop now?"

"Smart. Not dead." Clarke supplied, pushing past him to stand beside Finn, who was nodding his head in agreement.

"You didn't go in there, Bellamy. You have no freaking idea what it was like."

"It doesn't matter what it like. We need to get our friends, we need to help them." Bellamy insisted, his eyes wide.

"Look, we know where they are now. We also know that they're in the home of a bunch of animalistic cannibals, who will eat us alive the moment they see us." Clarke hissed, taking a threatening step forward towards Bellamy. "Unless you want to take your chances with your one gun and run on in there and get murdered, I think we should go back to camp and see what's left so we can come back here later and not fucking die." Bellamy seemed to take her harsh words as a challenge, stepping forward himself.

"Say we do that. We come back later with maybe one more gun and a sharp fucking stick we found lying on the ground! But who's to say we won't be too late? Maybe they'll all already be dead, or tortured or dying. Our extra gun and stupid tree branch won't be able to change that."

Bellamy and Clarke began to stare each other down, their eyes practically spitting fire, and Finn, worried about their safety, held his hands up in a placid gesture, gently tugging Clarke's sleeve. She barely acknowledged him, but shook her head roughly nonetheless, breaking whatever death-stare match her and Bellamy were participating in. Bellamy leaned back, but continued watching Clarke with a blank expression. If it hadn't been for his eyes, which were dark and smoldering and thoughtful, she would've thought nothing of it. But something about his gaze made her nervous, like she was trapped, and she glanced away quickly, her mind running a mile a minute.

"Fine." He said softly, still staring, still watching. "Have it your way."

Clarke sighed, throwing the bloody cloth into the small pail beside Raven, wincing slightly as she rose to her feet. She stretched, trying to fight a yawn that came anyways, and walked to the other side of the bunker, as far away from Raven and Finn and Murphy and Bellamy as she could make herself in the enclosed space. To say she was tired wold be an understatement. She felt drained, like her limbs weren't hers, like her thoughts weren't hers. It had been an incredibly long day, and all she wanted to do was sleep, but, of course, even something as simple as that was asking for too much.

Since Bellamy had backed down, they'd returned to camp as planned. What they found was a pile of ash with a ship in the middle, its dark hull looking colorful compared to the grey soot all around it. The Green Guys had gutted the place, leaving nothing but two injured and (in Raven's case) dying teens. Finn had immediately rushed to Raven, gathering her into his arms, and Bellamy had rushed to Murphy, but his intentions were not as loving. Clarke purposefully let him get in a few good punches before practically tackling Bellamy, fearing he would go all the way and kill Murphy in cold blood.

The five of them then decided staying at camp was not safe, since the Grounders were still out there, and now there was the threat of the strange Green Guys returning as well. So they made a rather sketchy stretcher of out some sticks laying around, laid Raven down in it, and tied Murphy up with some left-over rope, leading them out of camp and through the forest till they reached the familiar spot of the bunker. Once inside, Clarke laid Raven down on the cot, checking her wound, which had not improved. She did the best she could, cleaning it off and re-bandaging it, but that wouldn't be good enough. Clarke knew it, and Raven knew it too.

Someone tapped Clarke's shoulder, and she turned to see Bellamy. His dark hair was matted with dried blood, and his face was covered in cuts and dirt, the small scar above his upper lip hidden in the muck. He was staring directly into her eyes with an unreadable expression, and Clarke had to physically force herself to hold his gaze.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, his expression still annoyingly blank.

"Of course," She replied looking away briefly. "I mean, as okay as I can be given the current situation." Bellamy nodded, glancing over his shoulder to where Finn and Raven were sitting, their heads almost touching as they talked in quiet tones.

"Is she going to be alright?" He asked carefully, returning his gaze to Clarke. She snorted, her shoulders slumping forward.

"God… please don't ask me that Bellamy. She's barely holding on now…" Her voice broke. Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep, shuddering breath. "Sorry. I know I'm being weak and fragile, but I just- This sucks. This sucks SO much." Clarke opened her eyes. Bellamy had stepped closer, close enough Clarke had to tilt her head slightly to look him in the eye.

"You aren't being weak, Clarke." He murmured, his voice incredibly soft. "You don't need to apologize for being human."

"But it's just that. I don't have time for being human."

"Of course you do."

"No, I don't!" She said sharply, but softened her tone. Moments like these with Bellamy were a rare thing indeed, and she didn't want to break whatever they were sharing with harsh words. Shaking her head, she continued. "There are too many people relying on me, on us. I can't get choked up over every loss, because god knows I'd always be crying. I need to be strong. Being a blubbering mess isn't helping anybody. It's not helping Raven, or Finn, and it's certainly not helping everyone trapped in those stupid Reaper tunnels. So, no. I don't have time"

Bellamy had listened with a blank face, but now something unknown glinted in his eyes.

Reaching upwards, he gently wrapped a lock of Clarke's hair around his finger, pulling it softly before tucking it behind her ear. He was watching her with those dark eyes of his, eyes that seemed to catch the light and twinkle mesmerizingly at every angle. Eyes that were now staring at and through her, stripping her very being down to the core and leaving bits of her soul hanging out in the open, fit for anyone's taking.

Clarke's breath caught in her chest as he leaned forward, his breath warm and alluring against her ear. He smelt like sweat and blood and pine, and something that was so completely and utterly Bellamy it made Clarke's heart surge. When he spoke, his voice was unbelievably soft, and it sent shivers down her spine.

"Well then, Princess, you better make time."

And, just like that, he was gone, stepping back and taking his oh-so-pleasant warmth with him. Her heart was hammering painfully against her chest, and she felt like a deer in the headlights, frozen in place. He held her gaze as he backed away slowly, the smallest hint of a smirk shadowing his lips, before finally turning and making is way over to the huddled Finn and Raven, who pulled apart slightly in greeting.

Clarke could feel Finn's questioning gaze, and, realizing how stupid she probably looked with her blushing cheeks and dumb-founded expression, quickly made her way over and sat down heavily beside Raven. They were talking about naming the bunker, and Finn was throwing out things like, "Big Daddy" and "Better than Being Outside". Raven would laugh, and then cough, and Finn's expression would darken slightly and he'd try even harder to seem nonchalant. Clarke gladly joined in, rolling her eyes at the inappropriate and random names Finn thought up, all the while avoiding the very thoughtful and (though she'd never admit it) rather endearing gaze of Bellamy Blake.

A/N: Thanks for readying! I know, I know, this chapter was a little slow, but at least there was a little bit of Bellarke. Just as a heads-up, the next chapter might take a little longer to upload, so don't worry if it's not up in the next few days. Thank you to everyone who has followed/favorited this story, and to everyone who has left comments. It honestly makes me so so so SO happy, and I appreciate it a whole bunch!