Chapter 2

Two weeks passed, they learned that they weren't the only ones living on the ground. They'd met a hostile bunch they named 'The Grounders' and Finn's girlfriend, Raven, had rebuilt a pod to get to Earth. Bellamy and Clarke were still fighting like cats and dogs, they could barely agree on anything and Clarke's bump was beginning to become noticeable. She didn't let it slow her down though, she kept working just as hard, if not harder, than everyone else and that annoyed Bellamy.
Bellamy had realised that Clarke was right. They needed rules and a functioning society if they wanted to survive. People listened to him and he was good at ordering them around. They'd already lost four people and exiled one. He felt responsible for two of those deaths…he'd given a little girl some advice about 'slaying her demons' so she'd stop having nightmares and she took it literal. She killed Wells Jaha because she couldn't kill his father. They'd blamed the death on Murphy, but she ended up stepping forward. The whole ordeal ended with Charlotte throwing her twelve-year-old body off a cliff and Bellamy was traumatised. He was going to be a father and the advice he gave a little girl led to her committing suicide. He wasn't as angry with Clarke anymore, either, although she was yet to show any indication that she wanted him. She was still mad at him and he honestly couldn't blame her.

"You don't have to be here for this Clarke," he whispered one stormy night. Finn had been stabbed by a Grounder who Bellamy now had tied up in the dropship. The knife was poisoned and only he could give them the antidote they needed, but he was less than willing to comply.

"I'm not going anywhere until we get an answer." Clarke argued and Bellamy began torturing the Grounder for answers.

"Clarke! Stop this!" Octavia screamed, finally joining them on the top level.

"I can't O. We need to save Finn, and if this is how we do it, then so be it. We need to put our people first." Clarke tried reasoning, more for her sake then Octavia's.

Octavia didn't reply, she took the knife from Clarke and cut her arm. The Grounder had saved her life, she was counting on him doing it again, and she wasn't disappointed when he raised his chin in the direction of the right vile that they'd found on him. With that information, Clarke was able to save Finn's life and Octavia's after she infected herself with the poison.

"You did good today." Bellamy said awkwardly, sitting down beside her against the metal wall of the dropship. Most of the hundred were asleep on the bottom floor, it was only them two awake on the middle one.

"Thanks." Clarke replied, feeling like the two had gone back to being complete strangers. "I never apologised for what happened, and, I'm sorry." Clarke fought tears and a lump at the back of her throat. "I understand how Octavia and I got sent down here, but how did you?" Clarke asked, the question had been burning in her mind since she first laid eyes on him when they landed on Earth.

"You were doing what you thought was right, and I can't blame you for that because I agree with you. Nygel." Bellamy replied, not wanting to explain what he had to do for her to get on the dropship.

"The plan would have worked, you know. Octavia and I would have succeeded if it wasn't for my mother. I was mad at her before, for what she did with the council and to us, but I truly hate her now." Clarke swallowed, the pain of her mother's betrayal nearly too much to bare. "Bellamy, what did you do for Nygel?"

"Don't you worry about it Princess. I did what I had to do…like I always do." Bellamy smirked, trying to come off lightly but Clarke knew him better than that.

"Bellamy, tell me, what did you have to do?" Clarke demanded, her stomach in knots.

"Clarke, don't worry about it. I did what I had to do to get on that dropship to protect you, Octavia and our child. I was so mad at you at first, mad at you for breaking your promise to me. You promised me you wouldn't do anything to endanger you or the baby, and then I found out through Nygel, of all people, what you and my sister had been planning. You went behind my back, you risked everything, and you lost it all." Bellamy balled his fists, trying not to let his anger seep into his voice too much. "I don't want to feel that way anymore." He finished, taking a few deep breaths to relax himself.

"If my mother hadn't of dobbed us in, we would have succeeded. I wasn't going to say anything, but that was until I learned of the council's plan to send the underage delinquents to Earth to see if it was survivable. The Ark was running out of time, the oxygen problem was worse than what my father had predicted. The people of the Ark deserved to know, I believe what my father believed, it would have brought everyone together and with more minds working on it, there would have been a solution. If we'd gotten the word out, the people of the Ark would have protected us." Clarke explained herself, something she'd never been given the chance to do before. Her stomach twisted and churned, she recognised the feeling all too well. She was going to vomit. She began to move away from Bellamy, she needed to get outside but he grabbed her arm, not knowing what was wrong. All he wanted was to keep her with him so they could keep talking…he missed talking to Clarke. She spun her head and caught her vomit in her spare hand, not wanting it to go all over Bellamy or the dropship.

"Shit, sorry Clarke." Bellamy swore, instantly on his feet and racing her outside. "I see that kid of ours is still causing you hell." He laughed, stroking her back.

"It's not as bad as what it used to be. We've been down here two weeks, I was in solitary for two weeks which means that a whole month has passed. I'm three months along now." She added up the time, feeling horrible that she'd forgotten to keep track of her baby's growth.

"You're starting to show." He smirked, eyes fixated on her stomach.

"Bellamy…I'm not going to fit these clothes for much longer. I literally won't be able to pull my shirt down and my pants won't button up." Clarke began hyperventilating. "We can barely take care of ourselves, how the hell do we look after an infant growing inside of me? Not to mention when it's born." She was hyperventilating, she'd slumped to the wet ground before Bellamy could catch her.

"We'll figure it out. We still have some time." Bellamy comforted. He pulled her to his chest and rocked her slightly, the rain cold against his skin. "Let's get you inside before you get too cold."