Brave New World

Chapter 5: Meetings

Authors more: Firstly I'd like to APOLOGIZE, I know I give hints on the next chapter at the end of the fanfiction, personally I like to know what might happen or what's coming up. As a writer, we get inspiration and with one idea a lot of things chance. Also I don't like to have ten thousand word chapters; I average 6,300 words each chapter. So I'm sorry if I lead you into the next chapter and things aren't to your expectations or liking.

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Clarke

I stood ridged in my bra and tight black jeans. She only looked surprised for a moment, then her features cleared into a blank expression. Her hazel eyes were empty, I didn't know if they terrified me more or less than her fierce, cold, war-crazed eyes.

At least with her cold warrior eyes I could predict what she was going to do, or attempt to do. She didn't speak, and I was to stuck in a shocked state to form a coherent sentence.

Finally she opened her mouth to reply, her eyes sizing me up. I was still shirtless, the red bra was the only thing protecting me from nudity in front of my enemy... Or who used to be my enemy. I honestly didn't know what we were...

She shut her mouth, never responding. Seeing as she was too stubborn to talk and I was starting to be on alert, yet comprehending everything around me once again, I spoke.

"They took you as well." I stated, my voice was even, a hint of confusion laying in the sentence, making it almost a question.

"Do you know if they've taken more of your people?" I formed a direct question when she didn't answer my first one.

"Yes, they have been for a long while now." She responded after a little thought.

"Why?" I inquired, my curiosity getting the best of me, "Why would they keep your people, what purpose are you serving for them?" I clearified. Anya looked skeptical. For starters; she stood in a towel while I was shooting complex questions at her.

She walked over to her clothes, without shame she dropped her towel. I looked away, embarrassed and surprised by the nudity. The only time I'd seen nudity was with Finn... And when I walked in Bellamy's tent and a damn naked woman lay waiting for him to please her.

I was very displeased and unsettled. I think I avoided Bellamy for almost two days, he eventually sought me out, throughout the entire conversation I was as red as a tomatoe. When I wouldn't meet his eyes and kept shifting and a good distance from him, he demanded to know what was going on. I hesitantly told him what I'd seen, or what I could never unseen, I should say.

He found the whole thing amusing. His small, real chuckle still ringing clearly in my ears. I felt a pang travel through me, he was gone and I needed to focus. I could think about Blake anytime but now.

I peeked behind me and saw that the grounder had secured her undergarments on and was pulling her shirt over her head. I turned around and kept my eyes on her own brown ones.

"They don't want us to oppose them. We're now considered a problem in their system. We either corporate, or they kill us." Anya stated, her tone hateful and filled with malice.

I debated in telling her my, and the remaining one hundreds situation. Seeing no harm in doing so, "They are "letting" us join them, something about starting humanity off right. All they want to do is control and boss us. Like you, it's this or death." I started out harsh and hateful, but by the end of my small rant my voice was soft and defeated.

"How are you joining them...?" Anya asked, her eyes narrowing, the eyelids and skin around her eyes were pale, probably lack of sun from her dark coal makeup.

"A forced marriage, I get a seat on the council. I don't actually get a say on anything. I'm just babysitting the young president while Xavior runs everything, and whenever big decisions are made, I have to follow Xavior's vote and rules." I hissed, my mood souring at the mere talk we were having, if this was considered a conversation even.

"So basically... You're just Xavior's bitch." Anya probed, her eyes still narrowed, though they weren't at me, they were at her hate for the mountain men.

I felt a bubble of anger, and protest, but she was right. Though I would have put it a different way, it was true. That's why I found myself saying, "Yeah, it appears that way." I small smirk coming to my lips. I saw Anya with a devious smirk of her own, across from me.

"How do they want you to corporate?" I asked, sitting down own in the bench. Anya still stood, but the thick tension has significantly lessened with our mutual hatred.

"They want me to lead my people, the ones they've accumulated over the past three months, and follow their rules, society, and standards." Anya growled, her eyes rolling at the thought of doing something so vile.

So we weren't the only ones being held here and serving a purpose. There were the grounders. This had to be worse for them. We'd only had freedom for a month, and it wasn't all it cracked up to be. There was so much responsibility, so many problems with few solutions, and decisions that always lead us down a dangerous road or a dead end.

"It seems like they want to unite all humanity... and make us abide to them and their rules... whoever doesn't, is killed, so the fragile structure doesn't fall." I murmered, I knew Anya heard me, she didn't as anything. We both thought over my accurate words.

"I can't imagine you to be one, to sit and comply." I stated, breaking through both of our troubled thoughts and turning the conversation just a smidge lighter.

"I'm not, there's nothing I can do, right now. Unlike you, I don't have any authority, I don't get to meet with my people and freely walk around. I am stuck... And there's only two ways out of this for someone like me... Death, and imprisonment." Anya said, her tone defeated.

I debated for a while, remaining silent. I critically watched her. She looked different, she wore modern clothes, like me, though they didn't fit her personality and rough look. She looked young, and innocent. I knew the later wasn't true. I debated including her in the escape. She would either rat me out, resulting in sixty six deaths/permanent imprissonment, or she would be a helpful asset in the escape.

We'd be able to leave sooner if the grounders were helping us escape. There would have to be a truce, and negotiations involved, and it would be complicated. I decided not to drop anything big, but just give her a hint or two, figure out her reaction and then take it from there.

"What if there was another way out?" I stated, my lowered eyes making their way to her own shocked hazel eyes.

"You f-found an exit..." She breathed, surprise and hope making her voice crack.

"I didn't say that." I said, my eyes narrowed at her, my guard a lot higher. I watched as she contained herself and then nodded her head.

"I can't adventure around like you can. You have to have found something. You're not one to sit around and be told what to do." Anya used my own statement from earlier back at me, she was right.

"Neither of us are," I said, my blue eyes staring into hers, a knowing look being exchanged. She knew that I'd found a way out and was making a move, and I knew she was basically pleading me to be involved.

"I-I can't sit here..." She confessed, I'd never seen her so vulnerable, "and do nothing." She took a shaky breath and looked at me, I kept my face blank, but she knew I was deciding on whether to help her or not.

"You know as well as anyone, how hard it is to be a leader. I can't let my people rot in this life, or die trying to be who they are." Anya reasoned, I agreed, she knew I did.

"I..." I paused, feeling the first burst of anger and deep sorrow filling me, "know how hard it is to be a leader. So did Bellamy, my other leader... Who was killed, in your attack." I hissed, she paused, her eyes wide.

"Many of my people were murdered by yours." I stated, a dry fury burning in my stomach and I'm sure Anya could see it in my eyes, because she remained silent for a moment.

"I lost just as many as you did..." She spoke calmly, her eyes saddened, and that's when I relaized she was just as alone and empty as I was. No one was here for her either, no one but her people. Even with them, it was still lonely. "Aren't we in the same place though, with the same situation." She reasoned, it felt odd not being the peacemaker for once.

I shook my head, "How could I ever trust you? I don't have a single reason to take you and your grounders with us when we leave." I stated more harshly than I intended.

"I can only give you what you first offered..." She stated, but I didn't understand what she meant, "I can promise peace from myself and the grounders that remain in here."

"Your people could break it the second were out of this mountain." I countered, using some of her same reasoning and words when she wouldn't agree to my peace offering.

"You've started a war you don't know how to finish." I threw her words at her. She didn't look angry, she looked scared.

The silence echoed around us, a small smirk made its way onto my face. "That's why... I want to offer a truce. Then... Neither of us have to finish the war." I replied and stuck out my hand for her to shake.

She looked shocked, and relieved. She grabbed my hand without much hesitation and I gently shook both of our hands.

I knew what I'd agreed to. I also knew I didn't want to repeat that war. I'd lost to many people, so had Anya. I also knew about the nine other tribes, and if Anya returned home with a truce in a month, we'd either have more time to prepare for another battle, or the problem would remain taken care of.

Of course I didn't trust her, nor the other grounders, I did understand how she felt. We were more alike in ways I wouldn't like to admit. At the end of the day, we both benefited from taking them with us. I sure hoped so anyways.

We'd have more numbers if we had to fight our way out, we'd still have all the supplies, they wouldn't be working with us for long. I could gather more information on the mountain men and the reapers. The only thing we had to lose we're our lives, but that's what the guns were needed for. That was, if Anya didn't barter with the mountain men.

"We won't be escaping for another four to eight days. I'll tell you more information later on." I said evenly, still skeptical.

"Clarke... Thank you." Anya spoke quietly, I knew those words coming from her were huge. I felt a little better about the situation after that.

I didn't know what we were... Potentially enemies with a common enemy. I felt like something changed in the last hour, I wouldn't consider us enemies. Our people, possibly. But Anya and I, not anymore, acquaintances seemed closer to describe our relationship. If circumstances were different, I thought we might have been able to be friends. Things weren't different, and they might never be. I did well to remember that.

Octavia

The wind whipped through my face and pushed my hair back as I strutted towards Lincoln and the flirty red head. Didn't she see that he didn't care? I sure as hell did. I was pissed, at the red head for existing, at the tradition that had been kept for three generations, Lincoln for not telling me, and maybe the universe, just a little.

I stepped in between the red head and Lincoln. I hadn't asked for her name, and I didn't really care enough to get it now. I looked at Lincoln first, a sweet smile on my lips. He looked uncertain to how he should take my smile.

I slipped my hands up his broad shoulders and around his neck. I pulled my body to his. Just like I wanted, his arms wove around me and kept me pressed against his body. I looked up at him through my thick black lashes.

He seemed to be a little out of breath. Whoever said sitting underneath the floorboards for fifteen years, didn't make you attractive to people and men in general, had never met me.

I was confident with what I had, and this was the moment I was going to use it to my advantage. I could almost hear a sarcastic comment from Viv, she'd say something like. If you got it flaunt it, or universe be damned, get the guy.

The red head shifted a few feet backwards, seeing as Lincoln and I were wound around each other. I could help the corners of my lips turning up. One point for me, zero for her. I fluttered my eyes a few times and then softy pressed my mouth to Lincoln's chin, and then another small kiss to the corner of his mouth. I could feel his abdomen rumble with his growl, towards my teasing.

He tilted his head and aligned our lips together. I couldn't have been happier. I felt like this long lasting, yet not hugely intimate kiss should be another point for me, but I easily lost my thought as I felt his hands rubbing my back soothingly.

As we broke apart I panted for breath, I was happy to see that he was as affected by the kiss as I was. I lowered my head to his shoulder and mumbled, "How was hunting?"

"Successful. Are you hungry?" He asked, and just like that, a small smile found its way on to my face. He was so curt and to the point, always attentive to my needs.

"No actually, I just want to go to sleep, I'm exhausted. I was waiting for you to get back." I explained, a soft smile lingering on my lips. He nodded his head and lead both of us to our shared, make-shift tent.

When we entered the tent I laid on our shared blanket and looked up at Lincoln who seemed to hover above me for a moment. I bite my lip, half of me wanted to ask about the red head and what Viv had disclosed to me. While the other half of me wanted to pretend it didn't exist.

At this moment, as Lincoln hovered over me, and our breath danced together. I decided to wait until it actually became a problem, for all I knew things might have changed or will change. The innocent, love struck girl was the best say to make my point to the red head. If she kept persisting then the badass inside of me will come out.

As Lincolns lips traveled down my jaw and neck I moaned softly. No need in creating a problem out of nothing, right? I'd deal with it tomorrow, or when it came up. For now I was content with being free, happy, and in his arms.

Clarke

I'd finished speaking with Anya a little over three hours ago. I'd returned to my room, eaten my dinner and then I started towards the Weapons room. The meeting took place at eight, it was already seven, I had about forty minutes until I needed to meet my people.

The military room and laundry room weren't far from each other. First I started with counting and loading ten guns, filled with ammunition, into large fabric sacks. I totaled seven. The guns were different from the ones we'd found. They had scopes and lights to guide our shot, they had fifteen rounds, compared to our previous five. The large guns were a different style and type all together.

Bellamy would have been delighted with the guns, he would have been able to tell me all of its features, and possibly the style and name of the gun. Bellamy wasn't here though, so I hoped Miller and Jasper might be able to share their insight.

Next I made three large bags, solely containing ammunition for the guns. I then made two bags of twenty knives, fifteen swords and a few random machetes. I followed that by ten bags of five tents, they were annoying to deal with but necessary. I packed three blankets into every tent bag.

People would have to share tents and blankets, logically body heat would keep them warm for the few nights we were out in the cold winters weather. I had confidence that we'd make due for a few nights.

Finally I filled an entire bag with canteens I guessed I'd taken eighty to one hundred. The last bag I filled was a bag full of grenades, the knock-out-gas-cans, and small pistoles. I had roughly twenty four bags. I hauled two bags of guns over my shoulder, and started towards the laundry room; that was just down the hallway.

I set the large bags down, debating on opening the passage or not. I decided to wait until I had ten or fifteen bags and then I'd place them inside the passage ways. It was only seven twenty, I had another twenty minutes until I needed to be in the conference room.

I made another ten trips to the military room and back before I opened the passage door and dragged the bags inside. I'd gotten all the guns and ammunition secured inside the escape tunnel. I closed the opening, and placed the laundry machine in front of the passage. Everything looked perfectly normal.

I walked out of the room and back to the military room. I hid the remaining fifteen bags behind crates full of weapons, ammunition and empty wooden boxes. Then I exited the room and headed towards the conference room.

Within ten minutes all the remaining sixty five of the one hundred, doors should be opened, explained to, and brought to the room. I still didn't know what I was going to say. What was there to say. I knew I had to drop hints about the laundry room, and showers.

I walked into the conference room to see three guards standing. One stood by the entrance to the room, one stood to the right of everything, and one stood by what I assumed to be the speaking, or presenting area.

I propped the door open, and walked over to the speaking area. Though they had their masks on, I felt six eyes in me. I hesitantly looked at the mountain man that was standing, where I'd be speaking.

I looked down again, not comfortable and completely vulnerable with these three men. I heard him speak before I felt his hand barely touching my elbow. I jumped slightly, still comprehending what he had said.

"I told you we'd meet again." He whispered, I stared at him with a look of awe, and confusion. I opened my mouth to speak but white clothed teenagers began filling in, their eyes showing their fear, and relief. I looked away from the familiar mountain man and to my people.

"Clarke!" I heard someone exclaim, and just as quickly as I'd heard my name I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me, I stumbled back a few feet. Jasper was clinging to me, his head burried in my blonde hair, his arms squeezing me.

Our little, more personal, meeting had gathered everyone's attention. They looked more at ease and relieved when their eyes fell in me. Which didn't help my stress levels any. Jasper pulled back a few inches but quickly whispered something into my ear.

"Please tell me that this is good news, and not bad." He whispered, his eyes sending me nervous looks and portraying his unease.

"Everything's going to be okay." I muttered back, this time I burried myself in his comfort for a moment. Then I felt another pair of arms wrap around me from behind. I opened my eyes and gazed over my shoulder. Monty... Monty was hugging me.

I swiveled in Jasper's tight hug and launched myself at Monty. Jasper was just, if not as equally surprised as I had first been. I felt a pang of sorrow for Jasper, he hadn't known his best friend was alive. No one knew any of the other had surrvived until this moment.

Many were chatting, some were crying, and almost everyone was embracing someone in one way or another. I cleared my throat, the room was just large enough to fit all of us comfortably.

Everyone sat on the ground, Jasper took a seat a little to my left, Monty sitting beside him. The strange mountain man stood to my right, a few feet away.

"I know you're all scared, and uncertain about what's going on. I'll explain the predicament were in, and the agreement I made." I said, my voice strong and even.

"The Mountain Men, knocked us out after the battle with the grounders. We are currently in Mount Weather. Mount Weather is an emergency operational facility; it was specifically built in case of nuclear warfare." I took a breath, "Three generations ago Mount Weather wasn't available for the public, it was only available for important military and government figures." I stated, scanning the room for questions or any confusion.

"The mountain men, what we know/call them, want to build a new society. Their third generation has just passed within the last twenty years, and their second generation is getting older. They are running low on people, and to build a society and repopulate the earth... They need new, young people." I said, trying to be as clear as possible.

"People that are willing to follow their laws and rules. People that are willing to help work for and with them. Naturally it was either we joined their society and helped them with their goals, or they would kill us." I told the crowd, their reactions were a mixture between scared and skeptical.

"Seeing as survival is our number one priority, I agreed that the sixty six of us, would participate with their society. It won't always be fair, and it won't be easy, but it's better than being dead. I'm not saying they are trust worthy, and ultimately it's your choice, I am saying that I think it's worth it to try." I said, looking over at their faces I couldn't help but be proud. They looked resilient, they looked tough, and I could feel their hatred towards the proposition radiating off of them.

"Clarke..." I looked in the direction the voice had come, it was Jasper, "Were not going to try to escape, to do things on our own...?" Jasper asked, his was confused.

"No," I said, my voice was even, but soft, "Let's start with getting you different clothes." I stated and watched as they all rose, still following my lead, but heavily confused.

I watched as Jasper and Monty walked beside me. They looked skeptical of my decision, I knew everyone was, I'd explain things when we were in a none bugged room.

I lead everyone down into the laundry room, they looked surprised at all the clothes, a few girls basically leaped at the clothing racks and began shuffling through the dark colors.

The three mountain men followed inside, I needed to think quickly. I needed them out of here. I stared at the one that always seemed to have his eyes in me, the one that had saved me.

"Seeing as we have females changing, would you please guard outside the room." I didn't ask, I stated. Two of the guards nodded, the third one looked towards the other two for advise and then followed them outside.

The sixty some teenagers were shuffling through clothes, some had already began changing. Others found their old jackets, and treasures. I found Jasper and Month both tugging on black shirts.

"ughmn." I cleared my throat, everyone stopped shuffling and arguing over the new clothes.

"I know that this is exciting, but I didn't just bring you here for a change of clothes." I said softly, standing in the opposite side of the door where the guards stood.

"Jasper; earlier you asked of we were going to try and escape. I lied to you then." I said, a new level of confidence pulling through me. I watched as people's expressions changed into an excited and cautious look.

"I couldn't speak freely until we were out of the guards sight, and hearing range, and until we weren't in a bugged room." I exclaimed, I got a collected group of nods.

"I will not disclose where the escape route is, because the truth is, not all of you will want to leave, and the is perfectly fine, but I will not let a select few of you that wish to stay and live here, ruin it for everyone. I also won't allow small groups to attempt escaping on their own. We move as a whole." I motioned to everyone in the room. My eyes meeting everyone's eyes.

"Lets first start with... Who wants to remain here?" I asked, when no one raided their hands, I softened my expression and voice, "It's okay if you wish to remain here, it is a safe shelter, the people aren't that bad, and they have good technology, over time you'd live a realitivly normal life. Just if we all stay, we'd just be used and made to work, it would never be fair for us, and we'd be constantly controlled." I told the group of delinquents.

"So let me ask again... Who would like to remain here?" I asked, still no one raised their hand. A small smile made the corner of my lips lift upwards. We had finally been united, just the cost of unity wasn't worth it. Not when it cost us a brave leader, and thirty innocent lives.

"Okay, there will be a sign, it will either be when we are all out of our rooms, or your rooms will spontaously be released. Plan for this in roughly a week. We will meet right back here, I already have half of our supplies packed and ready for the escape exit we are taking." I looked over everyone, making sure they all understood exactly what I was saying.

"Where are we going?" A girl, roughly sixteen spoke up.

I looked over the crowd of rebellious teenagers, "There is a place, fifth six miles from here. If we head back towards our old camp, and keep going east we will reach the permanent building. It is alike this one in many ways, just no one resides there." I informed the large crowd.

"How long will the travel take?" Another girl asked above the small excited chatter that filled the room.

"How long will we have to camp in the woods?" A teenage boy spoke forth, looking slightly nervous.

"How do we know the grounders won't try to kill us when we escape and travel that entire distance?" A boy shouted forth, an echo of agreement came forward.

"The grounders, have been locked up here just like us," I explained, "Anya and The remaining grounders we fought, are being held here too. Though, there are eight other tribes, we won't run into any of them." I pulled open my journal and showed them the map.

"The red X's are where grounder tribes are located. Where we're going, grounders don't reside within one hundred miles. So if they do seek us out for battle, we will have all of winter and spring to prepare." I briefed.

"Though..." I was skeptical to tell them of the arrangement Anya and I had made. "I think our war with the grounders will be ended." I voiced, the unease in my statement was obvious.

"Clarke..." Jasper breathed, "Why would their hatred towards us and war stop if they have eight other tribes ready to slaughter us." It wasn't so much of a question from Jasper as it was a statement. Other spoke up and agreed with him.

"Anya and twenty some grounders are locked up here as well. They don't have the option we have, they don't have freedom, and the chance to build with the society, they will either be killed or corporate." I told the crowd.

"I spoke with Anya earlier today. We could potentially end this war by sharing this common enemy. When we escape, we include and travel with the grounders for a few days, they return to their other tribes and report our assistance and information they have on the mountain men. We will be a little ways away from them, and if it could stop another war, then I think we should try it." I made my reason believable and taken more lightly than it really was.

I could see the questioning and objectivity in the idea, but no kne voiced their doubts. "Look, it won't be easy, and I don't think we can trust them, but I'm doing what is best for all of us. If that means a few days of uncomfort and awkward traveling, to avoid another blood bath, then I will guard them." I stated, the sixty some teenagers nodded their heads, a few smiles shinning through the crowd.

"Behave while you're here, I don't know what they are capable of, it would be a shame if we all died before we made our exit." I bitterly joked and looked over at the group with serious eyes.

"Remember to meet here, wait for the signal, it will be obvious, and be prepared to move fast and carry the supplies I have gathered." I stated, I was about to dismiss everyone when someone asked a question.

"What supplies have you gathered?" Monty was the questioner. I smiled down at him.

"I've gotten most of my information out of the control room, while I was in there, I hacked the surveillance cameras and gathered seven bags of ten guns in each. One hundred Canteens, fifty some tents and thirty blankets, a whole bag fill of ammunition, and a few bags of hand to hand combat gear." I counted on my fingers.

"We will have twenty four bags to carry, so be prepared to carry one and have a partner to trade off with whenever it's getting tiring. We need these supplies to surrvive." I stated, my voice hard.

"I never said this was going to be easy." I thought of Bellamy as I tried to rally and give them some hope, "but it's better than being controlled by a corrupt government and used at their will..." I contiuned, "I don't know about you, but I'm tired of being expandable. I want to be permanent!" A large echo of excitement burst through the room and not soon after, the guards entered again. Everyone was dressed in the dark clothes; they looked like a force to be reckoned with, that's what I was counting on.

Bellamy

I'd heard a few select words, but I was also leaning agains the door, trying my hardest to hear what Clarke would be saying. Hawkins looked bored and was having a small, one sided conversation with Finn.

I scoffed at his idiocy. We waited outside the room for about fifteen minutes before loud burst of excitement and cheers penetrated through the walls. A small smirk made its way in my face, Clarke was smart, I'd already knew she would have some sort of a plan, but she was also a realist, she wasn't the most positive person, she was logical and direct.

These teenagers needed a little false hope and confidence to escape. When the three of us guards walked in, I felt guilty for doubting Clarke's rallying skills; teens were embracing each other, some were yelling, others were smirking, and very few remained still. Almost everyone in the room showed an excited and devious expression.

My eyes quickly found Clarke, Jasper and Monty were standing on her two sides. She looked stressed, they seemed to be muttering things to her, and she looked like she needed a few days of sleep.

The teens began to calm down when they noticed our presence, but even with three guards in the room, they didn't hide their ornery smirks. Which brought out my own smirk, good thing I had this mask, or I would have been discovered the second I entered the building.

Clarke cleared her throat and they all became silent, her eyes drifted over my figure and then Hawkins and lastly Finn. "You're all dismissed, the doors will be unlocked tomorrow, tours will be given in the morning, please behave civilly. " Clarke stressed their behavior to the group of excited teenagers. After she was finsihed speaking, a few people came up and hugged her, while others left instantly.

"Hawkins, the meetings over. You're free to go." I spoke to the man a few feet behind me.

"You are as well, Co-Captain." I said, the small smirk growing as I saw Finn wanting to stay and talk to Clarke and the one hundred. Without a word, he left. He knew he couldn't argue, it would mess everything up, give us away. I'm sure he'd give me a large lecture later, probably telling me how big of a dick I am and how he couldn't believe I pulled rank on him.

I waited a few moments until their was barely fifteen people in the room before I walked away. Clarke's eyes bore into my back, I wondered if she follow me and ask questions, the idea amused me to no end. Curiosity was one of Clarke's few weak spots when it came to mental weaknesses.

I also knew she was the only leader at the moment and those fifteen that stayed behind wanted to discuss things with her. She'd be another thirty minutes. I could feel my excitement building. I'd finally get to speak with her, hear her ideas and plan, then I'd feel a little better, less alone.

I'd been craving her prescence for the last ten days, and now that it was less than an hour away, I could hardly contain the smile that was slowly taking over my face and brightening my mood.

Clarke

The meeting was finally over, the guards had left, more specifically the captain that had saved me, and guarded the meeting. I'd wanted to question him, or try speaking with him. I never got to thank him.

It was roughly ten, I just wanted to rest and recharge for tomorrow. We would join the system tomorrow, our previous talents put into their preset categories, from what I understood, there was hunting, guarding, farming, engineering, tracking, and medical groups. It would be a long day, and now that the anticipation of escape was weighing them down, they would be more reckless.

I headed down my hallway, I could only hear my footsteps and deep breathing. I opened my door and stepped inside. I flipped on the small white lamp beside my bed. I stepped behind the changing curtain and began taking off my tight black clothes. My feet ached from the heeled shoes I wore all day. I felt more comfortable, as comfortable as someone surrounded by enemies felt, in the baggy black sweat pants and tight blue tank top.

I froze behind the changing curtain. I thought I'd heard a noise, maybe I was just paranoid. I started to dismiss the bad feeling when I heard it again, a soft, barely audible breathing.

I bent down, grabbing the two miniature swords I'd stored in my boots. I squinted trying to see through the curtain, I was almost one hundred percent positive that whoever was in the room, would be able to see my shilouette, the lamp was just a few feet behind me.

I took a deep breath, and carefully walked out of the changing station, I held one large knife up in front of me, in line with my right shoulder, and the other slanted diagonally to the right, by my side.

A mountain man stood, he was in his suit and his face was covered by his mask. The room was barely lit, but both of us saw the other. I bent my knees ready for his attack. What other reason would he be here, but to kill me.

He held his hands up, showing his surrender. I eyed the gun at his side, He seemed to sense my nervous glances and unhooked the weapon, his right hand remaining in the air. He dropped the gun on the ground and then kicked it to me. I hesitantly relaxed in my defensive stance.

I heard him chuckle; I could also hear the smirk in his voice, it all seemed to familiar. He was the same guard that had helped me when I stole the files, and the one that stood guard during the meeting. He lowered his hands.

"Who... Who are you?" I asked, my eyes narrowed and suspicious.

He held up his right hand, gesturing to one moment, he took two steps towards me and instantly I held the gun, and pointed it at him. He raised both of his hands in surrender once more and then pointed towards the changing curtain. I hesitantly looked, then nodded. As he walked towards the changing area I walked the opposite way, keeping the gun pointed at him the entire time.

I kept backing up, until I stood by the camera. I grabbed a discarded piece of paper that sat on the small white desk, and covered the camera. I was suspicious yes, but if he wanted to kill me, he wouldn't have given me his gun.

"Who are you?" I asked once more, none of this making sense. He wouldn't speak, and now he was changing, in my room. What was this game he was playing. I growled when he didn't answer.

"What do you want?" I continued, not giving up so easily, "I doubt you needed a place to change, why are you here?" I spat sarcastically, another soft chuckle coming from this mysterious man.

I heard his foot steps, and watched as his silhouette started stripping off his mask, and his large suit; a slim, fit build becoming more visible. I heard him mutter a curse as he bent over and was removing the large boots.

I jerked the gun back up to my shoulder when he shifted a few times and then began to make his way out of the taunting cover. He stood in front of the lamp, I could only see his form as the light shun out around him. He had a nice build, he was fit and muscular, he wore a jacket, leather from what I could tell. He stood barefooted, having taken off the boots and suit.

I kept the gun steady on his chest and near his heart. I didn't know why I felt this giddy feeling, or why I felt like I knew this man, but I soon had many answers to all the questions he left blank.

The man moved three steps forward, and then took a step to the right, the room was filled with light again. I felt the tug of gravity as everything around me seemed to spin. My jaw dropped and tears prickled at my eyes. A small choking sound of surprise escaped my throat. The gun, that a moment ago I'd been tightly holding and debating on firing, fell from my hand and clattered to the ground.

"Bellamy..." I whispered into the silent room. There, less than ten feet in front of me stood Bellamy Blake. I felt the tears of relief prick at my eyes. I was frozen in my spot. My jaw was hanging open and I couldn't breath properly.

He was dead, I'd closed the drop ship door and sealed his fate. Yet here he was, standing, breathing, in front of me, with that taunting smug smirk. His hands moved from his sides, up to his mid torso, shrugging lightly he took a step towards me.

He opened his mouth, I could feel a sarcastic comment coming, but before he could mutter something insulting towards me. I took two quick steps and launched myself at him. He seemed surprised by the gesture, I didn't dwell on it. I didn't even care if he didn't reciprocate the action. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled myself into his chest.

I buried my head where his collarbone and neck met. I stood, barely on my tip toes, his arms slowly wound around my waste. He seemed as equally relieved. All of the stress I'd bottled up from the last two weeks, was slowly slipping out. I knew I was going to break, and I was okay with it. Because I wasn't alone, because Bellamy wasn't dead, and because... He was the only one who truly knew how I felt, how the decisions of being a leader weighed on someone, and how it felt to be alone.

I buried myself deeper in his small embrace and just let myself be weak, and held. It felt good to rely on someone just as much as I could rely on myself, though it still unsettled me by how much I needed Bellamy, I doubted I would ever be truly comfortable, not in this world and lifetime. For this moment though, I hadn't felt more relieved and comfortable.

Bellamy

I expected her to be panicked at first, I expected her to be relieved when she found out who I was, and I expected her find comfort in my presence. I however didn't expect her to launch herself at me and cling to me, nor did I expect her to drop her guard so quickly.

I'd taken off the suit, shown her my true identity, and embraced her, equally as needy as she. She clung to me for a few moments, burying herself in my chest. I could feel the surprise, guilt, and relief floating off of her. She slowly dropped down to be flat footed, her arms falling to my shoulders and fisting in my shirt.

My eyes flicked to her hands. A small growl formed in my throat, though I refused to let her see the small action had an affect on me. Because honestly I didn't know why it had an affect on me at all.

Maybe the sexual temptation the innocent action had. She didn't even seem to notice it, that's what drove me crazier, she looked up at me, I was knocked breathless for a moment, huge sapphire eyes pieced my dark ones.

Disbelieve shone all over her face. I gave her another one over, her tank top only brought out her clean blonde hair and glistening cerulean eyes. A sliver of skin caught my attention, there was a small flash of her creamy fair skin shinning just above her rolled sweatpants, and underneath her tight blue top. I quickly adverted my eyes.

I didn't understand why these small thoughts clouded my mind and why now, out of all times, now I was being tempted. Her brows knitted together and she looked at me with concern, she carefully pulled my chin towards her so she could look into my eyes. I felt the back of my neck flame, I didn't think she noticed.

My breath got caught I'm my throat at the innocent yet possessive maneuver. She didn't seem to notice, I carefully knocked her hand aside, but didn't look away again. Neither of us had spoken, Clarke was too shocked, and I, well I hadn't come up with anything to say.

"How?" She breathed out one simple word, I stared at her for a moment and then glanced at the bed. I took a step back from her, immediately regretting that decison when her face fell, and her warmth was gone. I contiuned towards the bed anyways, lazily flopping on the soft sheets. Though putting distance between us was probably a good idea, I'd always supported the bad ones.

I crossed my right foot over my left and stared at Clarke as she crawled on the other side of the bed. She sat, her right leg tucked under her body, while her left dangled over the side of the bed. She looked at me with a serious and nervous look. Some of her senses were coming back to her. I briefly wondered if she regretted embracing me so freely, if she did, she concealed her emotions better than I thought she could. Or maybe she deemed it as nothing, an excited innocent gesture.

I didn't dwell on the thought anymore, it would be best of I let it go. I did far more scandalous things with many women, hugging shouldn't be anything compared to that. Somehow it was, and that was why I was irritated. I quickly pushed the strange emotions away, deciding not to deal with them anytime soon. It was a hug, a hug of releif, a hug of excitement, that was it. Right?

"Finn, grabbed me and hid us in the tunnel while the fire blazed and the mountain men collected you all." I said, and put my hands behind my head.

"Finns alive!" Clarke exclaimed in surprise, her face conveying the same relief when she jumped on me.

"Yes, Spacewalker is alive. He is also a guard. Speaking of which, you do have a plan, right?" I asked, my eyes staring into her own.

"Yes, I debriefed everyone of that tonight actually. We will leave between four to eight days from now. We're meeting in the laundry room, where these secret tunnels are. You have to see them, they travel all around the mountains. It's amazing really, there's one that leads out of the bottom of the mountain." Her eyes lit up as she spoke about the tunnels and what she'd found. I didn't really pay attention, I knew I should have been.

I closed my eyes and barely comprehended what she said for the next fifteen minutes. The only time I cracked my eye open was when she settled on top of the covers, just a few inches away from me. The silence spread out for a few minutes, I was about to mutter something for her to continue when she spoke.

"I-I... I thought you... We-were dead..." She croaked out, her voice hoarse and strained. Instantly I opened my eyes and was surprised to see that her eyes were filled with tears, tears for me.

"...Clarke." I whispered, not knowing what to say. She didn't look at me or turn to me, in fact she turned her head away, and dabbed at her eyes. She was barely holding herself together. I didn't know what for. I felt guilty for not getting to Mount Weather sooner, for letting her believe I was dead, and she was the only remaining leader. For primarily letting her deal with all the stress and hard decisions.

"I'm fine." She said, taking in a few deep breaths trying to control her tears and not sob. I didn't think she was reinsuring me as much as she was trying to convince herself.

"Hey..." I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her towards me, she wouldn't meet my eyes but her bright blue orbs shinned brighter than anything in the room. "Clarke..." I was gentler, she glanced up from under her eyelashes. I lowered myself on the bed, getting even with her eyes and lowered head.

"Everyones okay. I'm alive, and here. We're going to get everyone to safety. Everything's going to be okay. You," I tilted her head up and made our eyes meet, "are not alone. You have Jasper, Monty, Finn, And sixty four kids looking out for you." and me... I thought to myself.

She met my eyes and nodded, she took a breath, "It's... It's just so hard having to lead everyone. If- If I fail... Sixty innocent lives d-die... Becasue of m-me." She choked out, her eyes showing everything she wouldn't say or admit to. She was scared, guilty, depressed, confused, anxious, resentful, and Down right terrified.

"Clarke, there's a we in this. It's you and me. I'm looking out for you, I won't let anything happen to you... Or those sixty six kids. Do you know why?" She looked at me, her eyes glassy and unfocused.

"W-Why?" She croaked out. I sighed and wrapped my arm around the breaking girl. I carefully; leaving her enough time and room for her to reject me, pulled her to me. She rested her head on my shoulder and chest. Her eyes never leaving mine. Her body curled around me, she fit against me so perfectly, I didn't let my mind dwell on that though.

"Because those people, they are our people. We are our own group. We're not grounders, and we're not spacewalkers, to be honest with you," I paused and waited for her to nod, I smirked, "I don't really know what we are." I said, and for a moment I debated if I had another meaning behind the words, but shook my head and looked at the girl who clung to me for comfort.

If someone would have said this is where I would have been, when I first got down to earth; comforting a scared and broken Clarke Griffin by soothing her with words and softly rubbing her back, I probably would have knocked them out...

Things changed, I needed her just as much as she needed me. She'd comforted me at least three times, it was my turn to comfort her. I barely heard what she muttered, but a small ghost of a smile crossed my features.

"please... don't leave me." She murmured and tightened her grip on me, I started to shrug my leather jacket off and then let Clarke lean against me once more. We both sighed, I shook my head gently and switched off the light.

"I'm not going anywhere princess..." I whispered through the dark, I felt her smile against my chest and then listened as Clarke's breathing evened out into a emotionally exhausted slumber.

I glanced down, barely able to make out her limbs from my own. I sighed and ran my left hand over my eyes and pinched my nose.

"I'm not going anywhere..." I whispered, not sure who I was assuring, or why I was doing it, but I felt a little better. I closed my eyes and began to fall asleep, Clarke's light rosy scent on the pillows and her, drifting up to me every time she took a deep breath. Her and her scent captivated me, was how I fell asleep, it might have been the best rest I'd had since I'd been on earth.

Authors note: Well :) How was it? Was it what you expected? What you wanted to begin bellarks with? Let me first tell you, that those small thoughts Bellamy had, they shouldn't be taken like; wow he already likes her(?), I was just trying to display a typical male thought process, especially one like Bellamy. He respects and admires Clarke, but doesn't follow after a few random and sudden thoughts. This isn't a quick- I love you after two days- fanfiction.

Tell me guys what you thought of this chapter, and how you'd like to see me portray Bellarke or the characters in general better? Tell me what you think! Don't forget about the one hundred give away, and adding the tag to your reviews. Also don't forget that if I get twenty reviews on this chapter, I will post the next one instantly!

Hints for next chapter/or what's coming up within the next three chapters.

*Clarke and Bellamy share a perspective- like a general narrative perspective. The program begins and JASPER/MONTY get a perspective for a while! Bellamy and Finn start getting into a little trouble. Clarke and Anya begin to exchange information and a foundation of trust slowly begins being formed*

*Abby and the ark begin learning of the teenagers struggles and expect to soon meet some of their own. The cold is picking up by the day and they make a rash decision to find shelter.*

*Octavia is out to the test and really has to stick up for Lincoln and their relationship. It's not fun and games anymore, and it's no more miss nice girl. The claws are coming out, and amongst all this Lincoln has no idea what she learned until its thrown at him. LINCOLN'S PERSPECTIVE AGAIN!*

*Finally we meet Felix*

Like I said earlier, as a writer we plan things out, but I don't post over eight thousand words per chapter (this chapter being an exception) so sometimes I take one of the perspectives I had planned out and place them in the next chapter. These are just what to expect within the next two chapters. I also think I'm going to start doing bloopers, because I mess up, and I like to add humor to my mistakes. You'll understand next chapter.

Another comment: I can and will do a lemon if enough people want it. And when I say enough, I mean like 95% of the reviewers and readers want it. So please tell me if you do or don't! Well I'M SO EXCITED THAT I'VE GOTTEN 60 REVIEWS SO FAR! KEEP IT UP! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING! I HOPE YOU ALL WIN THE LOTTERY! LOVE YOU ALL! Until next chapter! ;)

Bellarke!