Brave New World

Chapter 11: She's Come Undone

Authors note: I updated TWO CHAPTERS! So if you haven't read chapter 10, read that before this one! I was at nine, and updated, ten, and eleven. READ 10!! lol. And review ;)

Jaha

I had three days air left. Three days to live. I'd contemplated suicide a few times, but that was no way to honor my sons death, or the many deaths of the ark stations. That was no way to honor my life.

I'd come to accept the idea of death. I hadn't, however, accepted my death. I had walked the halls I'd grown up, the rooms I'd spent half of my childhood in, the teaching center and I was finally walking the Walden quarantined lock up.

I walked with the portable radio connected to Abby and the earth survivors in one hand, and in the other the bottle of nitty seven year old Baton.

The lights flickered above me, the hallway was empty. Like everywhere on this death machine. I paused as I heard a loud thump. After a few moments standing in paranoia I kept moving.

I'd taken three consistent steps when the noise appeared again. I stopped and turned around, glancing behind me. I listened pasted the soft hum of the arks generators, passed the flickering of the lights, passed the clinking of metal hitting metal.

I hesitantly walked forward, the thumping noise was emitting from behind a large door. I pressed my finger to the scanner and watched as the door creaked and then opened. The lights were out, small flickers of ripped electrical plugs shot throughout the room.

The one thing that caught my attention, was a large outline of a drop ship. It was roughly one fourth the size of what the hundred was sent down in, but it was meant for less people.

I didn't understand what it was doing in Walden. The Guards, farmers, and the majority of work men grew up in Walden. They were the lower class, less fortunate. The drop ship, if anywhere, would have been in phoenix engineering. I ran my soft hand against the metal of the ship.

As I touched the ship, I felt a button. I hesitantly pushed it. The drop ship creaked but opened. A generator on the side that had been barely charging the ship creaked as it powered the lights on.

Everything around me was black, and the ship in front of me glowed a luminous blue light. I stepped inside. There were roughly twenty five seats. There was a lever and manual controls for landing. It was in the first condition like the others had been. It had to be almost one hundred years old.

Where had this ship come from? Why hadn't I know about it. I looked at the controls and dusty paper work. The pieces slowly came together. I stared at the rough sketch of the ship, and the other instructions next to the drawings.

Laying, dusty and discarded was a picture of Jacob Sydney. Our first chancellor, the chancellor that had gotten us up into space and united all of us after four years. This was the emergency drop ship for the chancellor and the council.

I'd completely forgotten about the ship and it's purpose. I took a deep breath, silently thanking whoever was looking over me. "Maybe there is a god after all..." I said to no one, I traced the instructions once again and began looking at the generator.

I had three days to figure out how to work this drop ship and attempt to bring myself to earth. I sighed and began collecting the remaining energy in the entire ark.

Clarke

I lay, staring up at the stars. My body was sore behind belief. I was almost positive I had a minor concussion, I knew I would have serious bruising in the morning. I wondered if the emptiness would ever leave me, or if it would still be here in the morning.

I let out a shallow breath. What now? I had no plan for the ark's people. I hadn't even realized there were real survivors, let alone had enough time to think about it. I couldn't escape my mother anymore. I could barely live with myself at the moment, how was I going to live with a rash Bellamy, mommy issues, and the ark pressuring to let them take things over?

I looked at my small wound. Darius had only broken the first set of stitches, the deeper ones Anya had stitched, still held the wound together. Though, I'm sure I could have used a few small ones near my fifth to my seventh ribs.

The other reapers had peacefully left, they'd given us all of our supplies back and disappeared. We had guards stationed around the small make shift camp, the grounder were settled back in and drew little to no attention to themselves. My thoughts kept pestering me.

I groaned and closed my eyes as I thought about who I was and who I was becoming.

Anya

I'd walked down the cliff, many guns were pointed at me, little red lights danced across my figure. Some might say I was cocky, I just wasn't in the mode to deal with the bullshit. I held my hands up in surrender and kept walking.

I watched as the kids looked to their dark haired leader for instruction and confusion. His eyes darted up towards the cliff and then on to me.

"Where the hell is Clarke!?" He demanded, though it was dim and terrible lighting, even I could see her legs dangling off the cliff.

"She wants to be left alone." I stated and glanced back up at the blonde girl who had laid down and merged herself with the dark grass.

"Is she okay?" A concerned and older voice asked. The woman had dark hair, and almond dark eyes. She stood next to the tall and proud coleader of the hundred.

"She's fine, just upset." I stated. I'd considered telling them that she was wounded, that she was emotionally and mentally overwhelmed. I knew the second I even mentioned something being off they would bombard the girl. If she wanted to be left alone, I'd respect her wish.

"I'm going to go check on her." The brunette woman stated and started to move passed me.

"She wants so be left alone." I stated, my voice taking on a defensive edge, and my eyes narrowing towards the woman. I'd grabbed her arm to stop her from going up the cliff. A few guns snapped up to my figure once more and I roughly let go of the woman's arm.

"Abby, she's right... Clarke's struggling and probably freaking out a little. I don't think now is a good time to talk." Another brunette chimed in. This girl wore a red puffy jacket, she sat on the ground like a child. She was propped up against the boy Lincoln had told me was Fick... No that wasn't right... Flynn? No, that didn't fit.

"She'll be here in the morning." The boy that I could think of his name said. His eyes looking at me, then the persistent and concerned older brunette, and finally the cliff where Clarke lay staring at the stars. The brunette leaning against him seemed to tense and glare at the ground.

"... Finns right," That was his name! Finn. "You should try her tomorrow, or when we're all settled somewhere." The younger brunette said. Her eyes still hostile while she spoke of Clarke. Though I'd never admit, or show it, I was surprised anyone would be hostile towards the little blonde.

Yes, she was feisty and fierce. But she was kind, she cared very deeply, she was compassionate, and emotional. She was strong but knew her weaknesses. She was a noble enemy at one point, she was dangerous because of her sharp mind. We weren't enemies anymore, which I was thankful for. It was hard to hate someone when they were a good person.

"Someone should check on her." The older woman that went by Abby stated, she seemed worried and hurt. Finn seemed to glance up at the Cliff and then back at the crippled girl at his feet. He obviously wanted to speak with her, but didn't want to say anything.

The boys Grant had spoken of stood beside Bellamy Blake. One cleared their throat and awkwardly raised his hand, I didn't take him for a Monty, I assumed he was Jasper. "I-I, uh, could talk to her...!" The boy hesitantly stated, he seemed to be eyeing the older Blake.

I flicked my gaze over to the quiet leader. He silently excused himself. I watched as he walked around the supplies and dug for something. He pulled out two orange blankets, a basic first aid kit, a large flask, and a package of something I assumed to be food.

I zoned out from the awkward proposals of who would and should talk to Clarke. I watched as the leader pulled the boy I guessed was Monty to the side. The younger boy nodded enthusiastically, he motioned for Bellamy to follow him.

I nodded and left the small circle and followed the two boys, curiosity taking over me. I watched a fire away as the younger dark haired boy pulled a large gallon our of the supplies area and poured the contents into the flask.

Alcohol.

I couldn't Help the small smirk that came to my face. I glanced up towards Clarke, the smirk turning into a light smile. I was slightly envious of the girl; she had so many people that would kill for her, that admired her, yet she didn't realize half of them.

"I haven't seen that smile for a while." Grant's masculine voice ripped through my thoughts. I looked out of the corner of my eyes and saw his pelted form.

"Because I never wear it." I stated and turned to fully face hazel eyes flickering over his playful smirk.

"You should, it looks a little better than the 'I can and Will kill you,' look. You look less intimidating." Grant teased lightly but seriously, his eyes smirking in delight as his face fell to a natural and serious look.

"Well, spit it out. How did you do it?" I asked and glanced at the three spacewalkers that had accompanied him.

"The thousands of men stomping?" He asked, I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"We found three drainage pipes under an old high way. They echo, they weren't far from here. We all got in rhythm together and it sounded like an army on its way." Grant stated and I couldn't help but smirk.

"Which one of you four came up with the idea?" I asked in curiosity.

"Monty, the-" I interrupted him. From the corner of my eyes I saw the ebony haired leader start towards the cliff. He paused at the group gathered at the bottom and motioned for them to leave, then headed up the cliff. I couldn't help the ghost of a smile.

"I know who he is." I stated and turned around once more. Grant nodded once before joining the other grounders.

She was lucky, in more ways than she realized. She deserved happiness, and the older Blake... He deserved redemption. They fit well together... For Clarke's sake I hoped he wouldn't screw up or take advantage of her forgiving nature.

With one look at the man heading up the cliff, I had a good feeling that he knew how rare and special Clarke was. I turned towards the fire, a small smile decorated my face. Grants eyes found mine instantly and I sat beside him.

Clarke

I was a murderer.

I killed a man.

It didn't matter If he was corrupt or not. I'd still killed someone. Murder wasn't justifiable. Just because it was for my survival didn't make it okay. I wasn't supposed to be the dictator who decided who got to live and die. I was supposed to be the innocent blonde girl that preached of everyone's good side. That preached about second chances.

Yet here I was, murdering, ruling, and fighting. I wasn't a fighter. I'd never be a fighter. It didn't come natural to me, it wasn't impossible, but I didn't want to be the fighter. I liked being the peace maker, I liked making the easier decisions, or the more livable ones.

I heard footsteps coming up the cliff. Didn't people get the hint; I hadn't come down, I'd told Anya to tell everyone to leave me alone. "What part of 'I want to be left alone,' do you not get?" I asked. I didn't know who it was, and I didn't care. I needed to sort my emotions out, I needed to sort my thoughts out. I needed to sort reality from fantasy.

"I come bearing gifts..." The familiar and deep voice had me snapping my head over my shoulder and looking at Bellamy's side ways figure. I cocked my head up right and stared at him for a moment and the observed the supplies he'd brought.

I looked away for a moment. At least it was Bellamy. He was a pain to deal with, but he wouldn't try to pry into my personal life and force himself into my problems. The small fact that he didn't try to become my friend, is what allowed me to permit him access next to me.

"What'd you bring?" I asked and watched as he dropped the supplies and comfortably flipped out a heavy orange blanket and put it a few inches behind me. It was large enough for the both of us to sit on, so I pulled myself back on to it. Bellamy sat nearly a foot away from me, his back against a large rock.

"Blankets, "He handed me my own orange blanket, hesitantly I accepted and nodded my thanks, he rolled his eyes but continued, "First aid kit, a little food, another shirt, water, and a small surprise." He finished. Most of the things he listed were logical, but he'd gotten my attention with the promise of a surprise. I raised an eyebrow, he rolled his eyes, though the smirk never faltered.

"You're going to have to use your words if you want to know what the surprise is." Bellamy stated, his eyes twinkling with the light teasing. A bitter ghost of a smile tinted my lips.

"I don't feel like being social right now." I stated dryly, my eyes focusing back on the stars.

"Good, the gift will do wonders for you." I tried to ignore him, but as I heard rustling for a few moments I turned and looked at him. He'd pulled a silver flask from his jacket pocket, it was almost ten inches long. I gave him a questioning look, when he cocked his head at me I sighed and took a breath preparing to speak.

"I thought Monty was all out of moonshine?" I half asked, half stated.

"He started brewing a new batch tonight, so he gave me the scarce remains of his last one. It's sat for almost two weeks now, so beware it's-" Bellamy spoke, I'd already taken the flask from his out stretched reach and took a big swig.

"St-rong." I coughed and puckered my face. Bellamy laughed lightly and nodded his head.

"I was going to say bitter." He finsihed, and I nodded with a raise of my eyebrows and an 'Oh really?' look.

Silence resumed between us. It didn't take long for his prescense to drift away from my subconscious and my dark thoughts claimed me once more. I burried my head in my hands and pulled my knees to my chest. I rested my hands and head on my knees.

I couldn't keep fighting off who I wanted to be and who I had to be to survive. The two were completely different, and they were going to make me pick one.

I took a deep and shaken breath and was about to release it when I felt a soft and large hand on my shoulder. I cocked my head to the side and looked at Bellamy. He grabbed my right hand and put the flask back in it. A dry, bitter and broken laugh escaped my throat. He stared at me with sorrow and understanding.

I took a deep swig. "Don't," I coughed out, "Look at me like that." I said, I wasn't drunk, I wasn't even tipsy. Maybe a few more gulps and I would be, but not at the moment.

"Like what?" Bellamy asked, his voice hard and confused. His eyebrows drawn together and a frown etched across his chisled face.

"Like you pity me. Like I'm a poor and defenseless girl that was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." I stated and took another drink. The burning of the alcohol was welcomed. It was a dry reality, that everything good for anything, left a trail of fire in it's wake.

Bellamy opened his mouth to argue, or comfort, or maybe even reinsure me. I didn't want to hear any of it.

"I'm a Mur- murder-er." I cracked out. My voice breaking and bending with my emotions.

"Clarke, you know that's not true." Bellamy butted in quickly, understanding what was happening.

"Isn't it, Bellamy?" I asked bitterly and took another swig. I was starting to feel slightly tipsy, and I welcomed the light feeling. "I have redeeming qualities, I know. I'm a good person. I'm kind and smart and compassionate. But I've killed countless people. I killed Adam, I killed a grounder, I killed dozens when I pulled the lever to the drop ship and demanded Jasper burn the grounders. I killed Darius just now." I stated, my eyes distant and unfocused.

I took another swig and scooted back until I hit the tree to my left. I stared the opposite direction Bellamy was in. I cradled my knees to my chest.

"I'm one of the most messed up people you've ever met." I laughed out. Partially because of the alcohol, partially because it was true.

Bellamy tried to speak but I kept going.

"I'm a murderer for starters." I stated and glanced at the ebony haired man less than five feet away from me.

"I hated my best friend for an entire year, because I believed he told his father about my fathers plan to tell the ark of their major problem." I said, surprisingly not crying.

"But guess who really told Chancellor Jaha of my fathers 'heroic' plan..." I half asked half croaked out.

"...my mother..." I whispered. I glanced to my right to see Bellamy with wide eyes and a surprised look, his face was soft and eyes downcast.

"Right when I fixed things with Wells... He was murdered by a fourteen year old. I just regained something positive in my life after learning how the most amazing person, the idol of my life, was killed by my mother." I spoke quietly but strongly.

"Then, I recklessly slept with Finn because... Get this; I thought he actually cared about me! Haha, the joke was on me. He had a girlfriend. I lost my virginity to a lying, cheating, asshole. The worst part was, even when his girlfriend risked her life and came down to earth for him, he still persistence after me, while being involved with her..." I ranted and took another drink from the flask, as if cheering to my pain and problems.

"Darius was right..." I stated, Bellamy looked confused, "I'm an aw-wful person. I'm alone and I hate it. I can't change it." I choked out, my eyes finally aligning with Bellamy's surprised brown ones.

"I'm damned." I muttered to no one inperticular.

Did he honestly not know my problems, I was an open book. I was sure he out of everyone would have done some research and figured out what made me tick. I rolled my eyes and spun the alcohol in the flask.

"Clarke... To be honest with you. We're all alone, and we all hate it." Bellamy said, I stared at him for a moment, he signed and stared at the stars for a moment before setting his determined and intense gaze at me.

"You've killed... But you haven't murdered. Not in cold blood, anyway. Never once did you kill because you were rage driven or hateful. You killed in defense, in mercy." he stated, I felt myself softening and clinging to his every word of justification.

"I don't know what that reaper said to you, but you are none of those things..." He paused and stared at me intensely for a moment, "Clarke, I've met a lot of people, and you are by far the best person I've ever met." Bellamy stated, his brown eyes holding mine in place and keeping me grounded.

"You are kind; not just to kids or patients, but to everyone. No matter what they've done, whether it be to you, or someone else." He contiuned and I slowly nodded. Subconsciously I moved off the tree and climbed back on the orange blanket, ink a few feet away from him.

"You are clever in ways I'd need imagine, you're quick witted and strategic. You're brilliant and quick to find a solution and a plan of how you want to execute your plan." Bellamy kept going. With each compliment I felt more like I knew myself.

"You are creative; you find something beautiful in everything you find. You find a value and worth in everyone. You have this quirk, a talent of the sorts, one that determines someone intentions and whether they deserve a second chance of not." He stated, I listened intently to his words a small frown forming on my face.

"I was wrong about Murphy... He almost killed you because I was wrong." I mumbled out, he shook his head and stared at me with his intense almond eyes.

"Murphy is different. He's to far lost. He taints and tempts everything good. You're the most good I've ever seen. He manipulated that, he manipulated you." Bellamy stated and I believed him. Murphy wasn't a good person, he wanted to kill Bellamy and all those who hurt him.

"Clarke, you're loyal even when you dislike someone. Your loyalty towards Wells, and even Finn never faltered until they'd betrayed you beyond what anyone else would put up with. But even after they'd hurt you and spit at you, you still helped them. The same could be said with me..." He stated, his eyes searching the stars, the camp and then me.

"I made everything extremely hard on you, I'm the reason many of the hundred hated you, and called you privileged. Yet, you never stooped low. You kept Octavia safe, and the delinquent... even me. I didn't deserve any of your kindness, yet you saw something in me that you deemed worthy. You never gave up on me, even as my crimes piled against me." Bellamy said softly and stared at me with a confused and admiring look. A mixture of relief and gratitude flashed in his brown eyes.

"There's this strong compassion you have inside of you. It's a caring and worry for others. You put everyone, people you don't even know, before yourself." The ebony haired man kept going. Though I was a little past tipsy, I couldn't believe how well he'd observed and knew me.

"We are exact opposites, I admire and respect who you are. Even though you may not know who you are, I know exactly who you are. And Clarke," I felt tears prick at my eyes, they weren't sad or paid filled tears, they were tears of relief and happiness, " The person you are, and the person you're going to become, is a person worth being." He muttered quietly. I'd never forget his words.

"Bellamy..." I whispered and let the tears fall. He looked confused and deeply concerned. "Thank you." I spoke with complete sincerity. I knew he wasn't the emotional type, and I knew he rarely dropped his guard, but he'd done that and so much more. He'd reached out to me.

There was at least four other people that would have come up here, they would have all gotten the same result, a strict and unwavering 'leave me alone,' but Bellamy came up here out of kindness.

"I never gave you your real present. The moonshine was part one." He winked playfully, changing the sensitive mood between the two of us, and pulled out a small box from inside his jacket. It was about five inches by five inches and was tightly sealed. I gave him a confused look.

He sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically, "I don't bite... Unless you ask me to, then that's a different story-" I nudged him as I peered at the box he was holding. Seeing as I hadn't taken it yet, he unwrapped the box. I smelt them before I saw them. I'd only read about it before.

Little dark brown squares with colored designs lay in the box. I looked at Bellamy in curiosity. They smelt so good! My stomach rumbled in agreement, I blushed lightly and clutched my non injured side.

"Try one." Bellamy urged and I looked at him like it was a scandalous idea.

"They have to be expired! I'd get food poisoning." I stated and ignored the small hunger pains.

"They were wrapped, and chocolate doesn't expire. Trust me, they're okay." Bellamy nudged the box into my lap. I picked a small rectangle one up observed it. There was a drizzle of pink on top. I poked it with my other finger. I held it close to my mouth. And then carefully took a bite of the foreign substance.

It was like an orange and strawberry had burst in my mouth, with a bitter sweet crunch of the chocolate. I moaned in pleasure and held the other half of the chocolate out to Bellamy.

He seemed to observe it with amusement for a moment before I placed it in his hands. I nodded and chewed on the small half piece I'd eaten. The flavor was devine. It was like a juicy and fruity mixture with this bitter sweetness.

Bellamy chewed and swallowed. He picked up one and bit it in half, I took the other half from him. It appeared to be white inside. I plopped the small dessert in my mouth and sighed in happiness.

"Cocunut." Bellamy commented and leaned agsinst the large rock behind him. His right leg was proped up as his left leg lay to the side. I sat about a foot in between his legs, my face towards his, my legs crossing and folding under each other.

We both switched a swapped chocolates for a few moments. I was still upset, I would be until sme of the problems were resolved, I felt a million times better. I gratefully took the swig of water Bellamy offered me.

Out of all the people I would have expected to comfort me, I doubted it would have been Bellamy Blake. It fit in a odd way, we were opposites, we understood how hard it was to be the opposite of what we were. It wasn't impossible for us, and sometimes we were too good at it, and it terrified us. That's why we could comfort and encourage each other.

We understood both sides of ourselves, therefore we understood each other.

It didn't occur to me until now that he was mentally and emotionally just as upset as I had been. I knew he wouldn't let me compliment over him for ten minutes, so I settled with something That he would accept.

"You know Bellamy... You're not the worst company in the world." I started lightly, he smirked and gave me a small flirty look, I rolled my eyes and scoffed at him. As I looked at him again, he had a serene look on his face.

"That's just the chocolate talking." He murmured humbly.

"Maybe," I said light heartily, "Or maybe it's true." She stated, He sighed, he obviously did not want to dig up the reapers speech with him just yet. The reason he'd fallen and shown weakness.

Bellamy

I knew where this was going, I didn't like it, but I didn't stop it. I knew Clarke would feel better about herself if she felt like she helped me. So I let her continue.

"Look Clarke, I don't need the 'you're a good person' bullshit speech." I said, and instantly regretted it.

"Bullshit?" She questioned, I saw the hurt flash in her eyes. Fuck. I didn't mean it like that.

"That's not what I meant." I tried but she wouldn't hear of it.

Her expression changed drastically, it went from hurt, disbelieving and angry, to calm, understanding and sincere.

"Bellamy..." Her voice was soft, I looked at her blue eyes for a moment and then tried to turn away.

"No, don't look at me with those big blue judgy eyes." I narrowed my eyes and then looked away, trying to ignore her prescene. It was nearly impossible seeing as she was in between my legs and less than a foot away.

"Don't throw your guard up. I understand you don't want to hear this, but you need to." I couldn't help but glance back at her, the scowl and threatening glare I gave so well, pinned on her.

"You," She pressed her finger against my chest with enough pressure to push my back against the rock, "Are not a bad person." She stated, I looked at her eith surprise, unsure of where she was going with this.

"You blame yourself for things you cannot control. You are rash, stubborn, and can be the bane of my existence half of the time, but you're also experienced in ways I am not, you're strong, not just physically but mentally. You are distached, and I admire that, because I can never distach!" She sounded slightly envious at the end and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her.

"You've lived, and you live everyday. You don't follow the rules, and you make things tolerable. Because this place has been Hell for me, and I've been hurt time after time again, but you are real, and you are direct, and I trust you." She breathed out, I was slightly surprised by her confession. She didn't trust anyone, and now she admitted to trusting me.

"I trust you Bellamy..." She stated, her face serious with a small frown.

"I couldn't do any of this without you, Hell I still can't. Together...we work. Some crazy, messed up way! You're a good person, you'd do anything to protect Octavia and the people you care about; and I am lucky to be a part of the camp that you care about. You stand for justice and equality, for strength and survival." She stated, I stared at he din surprise.

Not only had she seen through my walls and recognized me for me, but she'd understood why I was the way I was. She didn't judge me or try to kiss up to me like the other girls. She stood up to me when she disagreed, and she encouraged me when she agreed. She was different, I'd known that since day one. I'd just never realized how special she really was.

She have me a smug look, I narrowed my eyes at her, she knew I was joking. She knew me a little too well, it made me neverous, and exhilarated at the same time. "Shut up and eat your chocolate, princess." She scowled for a moment but plopped a chocolate in her mouth and turned her body to be looking out of the cliff at the flaming fires below.

I couldn't help the ghost of a smile and silent laugh as she smirked at what she'd said and my reaction. She was truly something else.

As long as she was alive, I'd have my purpose to live.

I'd have someone to protect with my life. I might not always agree with her, and I sure as hell couldn't stand her at times, but I'd have a reason to live. She was my reason to live.

Clarke

It was nice having someone know you better than you knew yourself. They always knew how to pick up your shattered pieces and pull you back together. Or at least up. I gave him a small smile and looked back at the stars. I felt his gaze linger on me.

"Are you going to let me stitch you up or would you like to get a nasty infection?" Bellamy asked, his eyes turned playful. "I'll admit, shirtless girls are hot but when puss and blood are oozing from their side-" He started but I swiftly gave him a nudge in the arm. He rocked to the side and than resumed his spot beside me.

"How long did you know?" I asked in a mixture of shock and confusion.

"I noticed the second I came up here. The black covers the blood pretty well, but the weight of the liquid pulls it to you body unlike the rest of the shirt. And you didn't put any weight on that side as you moved around." Bellamy stated and eyed the wound and held the first aid kit in his hand.

"So that's how you really got Monty's moonshine, huh?" I teased but layed down never less. I felt his hand hover above the hem of my shirt and I rolled my eyes. He was still a typical male. I grabbed his hand and placed it on the hem of my shirt the my flat stomach. Though it was dark, I was pretty sure he was blushing... Or maybe scowling. Scowling seemed to fit him better.

I had a small smirk on my lips at the thought. "What are you smirking at?" he bit towards me, I could feel his narrowed gaze. My smirk grew at his irritation.

Yeah, diffidently scowling.

Authors Note: HEY GUYS! Basically part two of the last chapter, but it's more cute ;) If this chapter didn't make sense, it's because you didn't read my important authors note and you skipped chapter ten! READ AND REVIEW!

How was Bellarke scene? Obviously they don't love each other or really have romantic feelings yet, but they are beginning to establish why they need each other and exactly how the other affect them. For Bellamy it's a reason to live. For Clarke it's a model to follow after: his strength, tough attitude and beautiful eyelashes ;) there's a lot of reasons why they need each other, and these are just the beginning feelings.

What did you guys think about Anya's perspective (POV)? it was diffidently harder to write, because she doesn't know everyone so I really have to describe characters that is normally just address by a name or one common trait.

Anyone surprised by Jaha's discovery? Common he can't just die on the damn ark! He's gotta try to get down to the earth, worst case he dies in a firy explosion, not suffocating!

Who's ready to be at the pentagon? I sure am! chapter 12! I've said that the last two chapters though, but I'm 99.99% sure it's next chapter they get to their destination, no more delays and problems!

So again, anyone love or hate the Bellarke scene? Because this was the first REAL one! Tell me what you like, want more of, less of, for future scenes and fluff ;)!

Tell me what you want more or less of. I've heard more Kabby, and Linctavia, and I promise they're coming. But I have to establish an understanding with Bellarke before I can toss real relationships in this fanfic.

BELLARKE, LINCTAVIA, AND KABBY! READ and REVIEW! The 100 Give Way! :) Until next chapter.