3. Don't Play Cute With Me Princess

Clarke almost winced by the harsh tone, but she forced herself to maintain a calm and proud persona. The man was even more attractive in close-up than what she expected him to be, but as expected he was also pretty much of a stubborn ass like she had seen the last couple of days from the distance. He was aggressive and like now he spoke his mind, but he pissed her off over the fact that he was in control in this situation. So she will be damned if she lost in strength of wills against this man, who had the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. She shook mentally that thought and tried to figure out how in the world she was supposed to get out of this current situation, with her life in tact more or less.

"I could ask you the same question," Clarke answered, trying to dodge the question by directing the question back to him. "If you answer mine, I answer yours."

She had not yet let go of the grip of her knife against his throat and she was starting to get nervous that she might slip and seriously hurt him. She was a healer, so it would be unnatural for her to hurt or harm another human being, but some times she wouldn't have any other choice if it were to defend herself from anyone who wanted to harm her.

"Don't play cute with me, Princess," the man sneered. He pressed the barrel harder against her forehead. She frowned over hearing that nickname. She hated it with a passion and it reminded her of the time when she still lived on the Ark and everyone assumed that because of whom her parents were that she was this spoilt little princess. You could guess why Wells had been her only friend on the Ark.

"Don't call me Princess," Clarke replied annoyed. "I'm a nobody, who is minding my own business. Now let me go and I promise will stay out of your way."

"Yeah, right," the man snorted. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that? I know that you don't come from my camp, because I'm certain that I would remember a princess like you."

Clarke rolled her eyes. It wouldn't have surprised her that he would remember every woman in that camp on a more intimate level, but she didn't comment on it because it was irrelevant and she seriously didn't want to know about what he did on his spare time when he wasn't leading the camp.

"So what are you? A grounder?" the man asked. She actually laughed over his assumption that he thought she was a grounder, considering the relationship she had with them. There might be a treaty between her and grounders, but that didn't mean they liked her or wanted her around their tribe. The grounders tolerated her. Normally they would either ignore or avoid her, but when they needed her medical expertise she would help and when she needed something from them they would grudgingly provide her with it. Lincoln was one of the few grounders that actually liked having her around and truly cared about her.

"No," Clarke said softly, after she was finally done laughing over his assumption. "I'm not a grounder, but I'm not going to tell you anything else."

"Well, if you don't tell me anything then I have to bring you back to the camp and interrogate you," the man decided. Then he grabbed her arm, using the hand that wasn't holding the gun and was about to pull her in the direction of his camp. The knife moved away from his throat and she quickly grazed his jacket in order to get away. As a reaction he lost focus on holding her and checked to see the injury, something she used to her advantage and pulled away from his grip and ran as fast as she could away from the scene. She could hear him shouting after her as well as his footsteps following after her, but she knew the forest better than he did so. Along with having the head start and the advantage of knowing the forest like her back pocket, so it didn't take long before she lost him. Then she ran in the direction of her cave, but on the way back she was careful not to lead obvious foot trail back to her place just in case Mr. Hotshot decided to track her again. As she ran all she could think about was the attractive man who had left her feeling emotions that had been dead for a long time. Not wanting them to resurface again since she had already made that mistake once, she made the decision to stay away from the camp for a while. At least until she knew some more what she was up against as well as making sure the grounders wouldn't do anything stupid to provoke an attack from those teens. And based what she had seen the last couple of days when she wasn't attending to the goggled kid's needs, she was pretty sure that her worry wasn't insignificant.

When Bellamy was walking back to the camp he was pretty sure he wanted to strangle someone or more specifically he wanted to strangle the blonde-haired princess who managed to get away from him. The only other person who had ever managed to make a fool out of him and doesn't listen to him was Octavia. Which is why it was both humiliating and exasperating to know that this unknown girl managed to slip through his fingers and stir up emotions like no one else manage to do.

Once he finally entered the camp, he headed straight to the drop ship to get recent updates on Jasper's condition as well checking in on Octavia and make sure she had not tried to run of while he was gone. He walked through the metal-walled corridor and entered the room that was mainly assigned for medical assistance, even though no one of the campers knew or had any medical expertise, but it seemed reasonable to have just in case someone got seriously hurt.

"Bell, where have you been?" Octavia asked, when she looked up the moment he walked in to the room. "You have been gone for hours, and you told us that we weren't allowed to be outside the camp without backup and anyone knowing where you are going. I was worried something might have happened to you."

Bellamy shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer her question. Not that she needed to know about his altercation with the princess, especially since that girl managed to hold her own and managed to slip away from him and he was too proud to admit to his little sister that he was out-smarted by a blond girl. So instead he asked her about Jasper's condition and if he had gained consciousness. Octavia told him that Jasper woke up a few hours ago before he fell asleep again, but they could check on him now to see if he was awake to talk. Luckily for them Jasper was awake and all right, but he was still lying in bed in order to not reopen his wounds.

"Can you tell us anything about what happened to you after you got speared to the chest?" Bellamy asked. His arms were folded and resting against his chest, impatiently waiting for those unknown questions to be answered.

"There is not much I can remember…" Jasper said with hoarse voice. "I remember pain, a lot of pain before I blacked out. The next few memories are kind of hazy you know, but I remember there was someone talking to me."

"Who?" Bellamy wondered. There was no reason for anyone to help Jasper, let alone save his life. So he couldn't help asking himself who was willing to save the life of a stranger and not asking anything in return. The environment he grew up in was simple; there was a price for everything and nothing went unpaid. There was a price to pay to come down to Earth, though it was a heavy price on his conscience, but no one needed to know exactly what the price was for that decision.

"I don't know…she never said her name, but she begged me to stay alive and promised me that I would return to my friends," Jasper replied softly. "But even though she never told me her name I got a few glimpses at her whenever I was conscious enough to see her."

That certainly got Bellamy's attention. He unfolded his arms and almost jumped on the guy to hear the rest of his story. Octavia's eyebrow lifted slight, suspicious over why he was so interested in this unknown girl. Bellamy couldn't exactly blame her from wondering since the she was the only girl he had showed interest, but he was glad that she didn't say anything. However he was certain that she wasn't going to drop the subject, and he was pretty sure that discussion was going to bring a major headache.

"She had long blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes I think," Jasper described. "I couldn't really make out her face, but she was like an angel. My personal savior and I will be forever grateful for her saving my life."

Bellamy nodded. The description matched the princess in the woods perfectly and Bellamy was almost glad that it was her who saved Jasper, not some grounder, but that gave him more questions as to who she was and why she did what she did. Could he and the rest of the 100 trust someone like her? Someone they had no idea was a dangerous threat to them or not and it didn't matter if she saved Jasper or not. They couldn't trust her.

"Okay, you go and get some rest," Bellamy told him, lightly patted his shoulder before he left the room. Octavia followed behind him and walked up right next to him. Without hesitance she said, "We need to talk."

Octavia was angry over Bellamy's carelessness along with his insane protectiveness over her. He cared and protected her with his whole body, but didn't care enough about himself when he wanders alone in the forest without anyone knowing where and how long he would be gone. She loved her brother, there was no question about it, but she hated him for trying to control her and hide things from her.

"Are you going to tell me what happened in the forest?" Octavia said bluntly. They were standing right outside the drop skip, neither of them cared that the rest of the camp could hear them or not.

"Nothing happened, O," Bellamy replied. He shrugged his shoulders. "I went out for a walk in the forest, no big deal."

"Obviously something happened since you got so interested when Jasper mention the blonde," Octavia said before used her eyes and pointed to his jacket. "And the graze mark on your jacket says that you were close to someone with a knife. So will you tell me or not?"

Bellamy sighed and shook his head, telling her she didn't need to worry about it. His reassurance only made her angrier. After being locked up her whole life all she wanted was the freedom, which the Earth provided her, but her brother still kept her locked up in the camp and now he would at least involve her for a possible danger.

"Fine, if you are not going to tell me then I have find out for myself," Octavia resolved. She began walking away, but Bellamy grabbed her arm to stop her.

"You are not going outside, Octavia," Bellamy said determined. He tried to stare her down, making her squirms and back off the argument, but she wasn't going to be pushed around by him or anyone else.

"You don't own me Bell," Octavia relied coldly. "Leave me alone or else you and I will be having a major problem."

Octavia pulled her arm out of his grip and stormed out of the camp and in to the forest. Bellamy shouted after her, but she didn't listen. All she was focused on was to get away from him and the camp to be alone. That was why she got careless and tripped down the hill, rolling down fast and the moment she stopped her head hit something hard and she lost consciousness.

When she woke up again she found herself in total darkness. There was nothing to see or help identify where she was, but she was certain that she wasn't at the same place she was before. She looked around and saw two shadows approaching her location. In anxious and fear for what happened next she waited, while she prayed that whoever or whatever those shadows were was not going to kill her.

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Thank you all for the amazing response I have been receiving, I truly appreciate it. One of you reviewed me and asked if Bellamy and Clarke would become friends, the answer is yes, but based on how they were in the original as well as their first meeting in this story you can't expect unicorns and rainbows with them right away. I need to build some tension between them first, since it is obvious that they don't trust each other. But their relationship will grow closer, I promise.

For those of you who hates cliffhangers, well you will for sure get a lot from me. It keeps your attention as well as the excitement over what is going to happen next. It's like that when you are reading a good book, at least for me that is, you can't put the book away because you are excited and you want to know what happens next. However I can also understand how annoying cliffhangers could be, but please bare with me on this because it it worth it.

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