Bellamy felt his body recovering and after another week he was finally able to go outside. He hasn't seen Clarke since that night, therefor he feels a pressure to converse with her. Bellamy got up and put on his usual attire. His arm was still sore as with those injuries it will probably never be fully healed. Bellamy left and walked around the camp. He was searching for her but she was nowhere to be found. People were smiling at him and waving as he strolled through.

Octavia ran up to her brother and hugged him. Bellamy welcomed her. "Hey big bro, you feeling good," she said.

Bellamy laughed at his sister's sudden state of happiness. "Yeah, um have you seen Clarke? I really been meaning to talk to her," he asked with great concern,

Octavia knew exactly what this was about, having busting in on them. However, she feels regret to inform him of recent events. "Clarke and Monte are going to Mount Weather," Octavia addressed.

Bellamy grew to have an appearance of great confusion."Why?"

Octavia watched her brother grow worrisome. After all the mountain reminded him of nothing but pain and misery. He knew Clarke hasn't been back since and wondered how she is handling it. Since the massacre, she's been haunted by those lost in a tragedy so unbearable.

"Communications, okay, it's nothing to worry about," Octavia falsely assured. Nobody wanted Bellamy to have to lead or something. The entire camp understood how important his recovery is. If only he knew how much the box put the camp at stake.

Bellamy decided to wait for the girl.

Bellamy awoke from his nap. The sun began to lower and Clarke returned. As she jumped out of the jeep and onto the soft green grass, her body stood out. Her long blonde hair glowed with the beauty of the sun. Her flawless skin was clear of scratches and filth. Her eyes sparkled from a mile away. She was breathtaking.

Bellamy couldn't put his finger on it. He couldn't understand why suddenly Clarke caused butterflies in her stomach.

Clarke spotted Bellamy. Wary of what to do she ignored him. Walking right past him, she went to find her mother. Bellamy watched as she appeared to never even care. His heart dropped by her movements.

Clarke entered the room of the chancellor. She removed her jacket, leaving her in a blank tank top. Stretching her arms she sat down beside a gray table. A map laid in front of her. The villages for the grounders with pins and needles scattered all over.

Abby came into the room followed by Kane. They welcomed Clarke and exchanged information. Time went by, plans were discussed.

Bellamy burst into the room. Holding himself up, he stood next to Kane. Six eyes studied him completely. Questioning what he was doing.

"I'm sorry," Bellamy said with lack of sincerity.

"Bellamy, what are you doing?" Clarke asked.

Bellamy looked at her, finally she is acknowledging him. "I deserve to be here if something important is happening," Bellamy demanded.

Abby saw into Bellamy. She saw the will that laid beneath. Therefor, she nodded to the man, completely ignoring his physical status.

Clarke however was nervous. She has no clue what to say to him. What any of her feelings meant. Bellamy has always been Bellamy and now- she's not so sure.

"Okay then if everyone is here let's continue," Kane said.

Clarke's eyes were locked on Bellamy's. She swallowed hard trying to hide her anxiety.

"If we attack and lose that's it," Abby noted.

"And if we don't they will, and everything is lost- guaranteed," Clarke counteracted.

Abby sighed. "So we fight," she decided.

Bellamy just watched as the three of them discussed the plan. He was unsure on some of it but could slightly follow. "Wait, why are they attacking? Clarke made a deal with Lexa," Bellamy interrupted.

"Deals off, we didn't hold up or end of the bargain," Clarke reminded him.

Bellamy felt guilty knowing he was the reason the deal broke.

"Unless you tell us where it is," Abby said.

Bellamy nodded. He was sick of hearing the same words over and over again. 'where's the box?' "Abby, I cannot tell you, okay. You don't get it. It's not some keepsake, it's a weapon- one we may need to attack," Bellamy argued.

"If this weapon is so great, why aren't we using it?" Kane wondered.

Clarke and Abby felt the same way but Bellamy knew he couldn't use it. They'll get it, they'll destroy everyone.

"I don't get it. We stand by this table looking at each other, day after day. We are at war with a civilization that is endless in numbers. What are we going to do? Fight village after village, clan after clan. We can't win. That's a fact so if giving them a weapon provides peace. Do it. The grounders must have some enemy of their own. Some group they fight or else why train. Why become these warriors. We need to stop fighting. I'm not saying this box is the answer. I don't know if they'll go back on their word. But we have battled since the stupid dropship. We need to find peace. Yes, it hasn't worked in the past but that's cause we did something wrong- they saw us as a threat. I say we talk. Not about negating or treaties. Not about teaming up but about isolation from one another. Isolation to the time where we can build an army. Where we can reproduce and train. In 50 years if we mated which sounds disgusting like were animals. But we need the numbers and we need time to get them. I say we get people pregnant like never before. We train them and in probably 20 years we ready. So I don't know but lets buy us time. Years of it," Clarke preached.

All eyes were on her after the absurd speech. Bellamy watched Clarke and knew she was right. They needed more time. As much as they can possibly get. So he lifted up his head and went beside Clarke. "Okay," he said in the faintest whisper.

Clarke smiled. She felt good to have someone on her side. Her mom always thought Clarke wasn't ready but Clarke thinks otherwise.

Abby's face appeared irritated. "How do we make peace?" she asked. Her sarcasm showed Abby's lack of support for Clarke's idea.

"The two of them," Kane shouted from he other side of the compact room. He stepped to the rest of the group, circling the table. "The grounders think Bellamy and Clarke are our Commanders. They won't listen to us. They have made agreements before, trusted one another. Clarke even saved Lexa's life. So I'll bet if anything could make society solid, it's them," Kane credited.

Abby began to look pissed. "I am not sending my daughter, to that camp again. Bellamy was tortured, Kane. No way. Clarke isn't going there," Abby protested.

Clarke understood Abby's caution. The'll be alone with an army of enemies. But something has to be done. "What if we meet them halfway," Clarke suggested.

"How do you suppose we message them?" Bellamy questioned.

"When I rescued you, I hid a walkie in the throne room. We've been listening to them, but unfortunately Lincoln, Octavia and I are the only ones who can understand their language and we aren't always around to listen. However they talk about us a lot and other rivals per say. It's not a one way road. If I allow it, they can hear us but that could be dangerous," mentioned Clarke.

"No," Abby refused.

"Abby, let them," Kane insisted.

"I want constant check in's," Abby said.

"Of course," Clarke agreed.

Clarke felt cautious to be a lone with Bellamy. To travel with him. things haven't been normal but this adventure or something is necessary.

"We leave a sunrise," Clarke told Bellamy.

And he nodded.