Hey all! Wow we had a pretty big spike in followers/favourites on the last chapter, thanks! Got an extra long chapter for you all today to celebrate 5 chapters already! Hope you enjoy reading this chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

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-Jasmin:Thanks for answering my comment :) I just love Bellarke and Bellamy and Clarke are both my favorite characters. Hope they will get together in your story and in Season 7 of the 100

-Answer: Oh Jasmin.. You have NO IDEA how much I want Bellamy and Clarke to get together in season 7! As for my story.. Guess we'll see ;) Thanks for the review!

Chapter 5: The City of Dreams

Clarke's P.O.V (7am):

I slowly opened my eyes hoping I didn't oversleep. The sun's light shining on the top of the tent was not a good sign. Without moving I shifted my glance to the muscular arm wrapped around my waist and smiled. Waking up in Bellamy's arms felt so… incredibly natural. I didn't want to move, I felt safer than I have felt since my dad got floated.. The calm sound and warm air on my back from his breathing. The subtle weight of his arm. The way our legs were intertwined.. but unfortunately we had to get to work if we were going to leave today. I dejectedly removed myself out of his grasp and sat up on the cot with my legs hanging off the sides. I shook him gently,

"Bell… C'mon, we have to get going." I said in a soft, calm voice. To which he just mumbled something.. I think it was 'five more minutes'? I thought for a second and then smirked.

"Bellamy get up quick! We're almost out of breakfast!" He shot up after that and looked at me with a face of urgency.. Which soon turned into a frown after hearing my giggles that I was hardly trying to keep in. He playfully pushed me so that I dropped my boot that I was about to slip on, I laughed. It felt good to laugh. Even if it only lasted seconds.

"You're evil." Was all he said after scooching to the end of the cot to put his boots on. I slipped mine on and turned to him.

"What can I say.. Desperate times call for.." I stopped talking when I heard boots crunching on the gravel outside the tent. My heart stopped when I saw a silhouette outside followed by the flap starting to open. It was Raven.

"Bellamy we can't find Cla-" she stopped in her tracks when she saw me sitting at the side of his cot… Oh boy.

"Oh you're in here." I sighed in relief that she wasn't going to dig. To be honest I don't know where my feelings with Bellamy stand.. I know he cares about me, as I do him. I know he is a solid part of my life now. I know I feel safe with him. I know people underestimate how incredibly sweet and selfless he really is. I know every detail of his face without looking at him.. and that he very lightly bites his bottom lip when he's nervous.. that when he laughs he scrunches up his nose in the cutes way.. that he's always been there for me.. Wow.. I think I DO have feelings for Bellamy Blake. Crap…

Nevertheless I need to focus right now.

"Clarke?" She asked leaning forward to see my eyes, which were currently looking at my untied boots.

"Yes?"

"I asked what do you need us to do right now?" I had to think for a second.. The only thing I'm thinking about right now is what I'm going to say to my mom.. Well that's not the only thing on my mind.. I looked at Bellamy to which he just gave a quick smile. I returned the smile and looked back at Raven.

"Find some bags that we can use for the journey. At least two. They need to be able to carry food, water and possible supplies we find along the way." That was all I could come up with right now. The only thing on my mind is convincing my mom to let us go.

"Got it." Raven said as she left, but before she left she quickly looked down at my untied boots and then back at me. It almost looked like she smirked as she turned around. Once she was gone Bellamy spoke up.

"I'm gonna go ahead and talk to Lincoln, see if there's any place we can make an objective."

"Alright. Sounds good." Was all I said as I finished tying my boots and stood up. He got up with me. I suddenly got hit with stress again. He walked over, only leaving a small gap between us.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned, how did he pick up on how I felt so fast?

"What if it doesn't work and we're stuck here, Bell? I'm already dreading going outside right now because of the fact that I might see one of the 47 out there. Or, god forbid, if one of them walks up to me and thanks me for killing all those people to save them I just-" My frightened tone was interrupted by Bellamy wrapping his arms around me in a comforting hug. It took me by surprise but I quickly hugged him back and stuck my face to his shoulder. Safe. The warmth of his stomach under his thin shirt pressing against mine was almost enough to drive me over the edge. But I couldn't. Not right now. Besides what if he doesn't feel the same? I can't handle rejection. Especially from someone I care so unbelievably much about.

"We can do this Clarke. We will do this." He pulled away placing both hands on my shoulders and gave a warm smile. I smiled back.

"We can try." I whispered.

"Exactly." He said picking up our jackets from off the ground and throwing mine to me.

I crouched out the tent to the outside and instantly got enveloped in a cold wind. Granted, it wasn't 'warm' in the tent by any stretch but out here it was like walking into a freezer. It seemed to be taking longer and longer each day for the temperature to rise. Winter is coming.. Bellamy ripped open the tent flap making me jump a bit but thankfully he didn't see.

"We better get a move on Princess." He said, pulling his jacket sleeve down.

"I know she's my mom and all but.. I'm nervous." I admitted and he let out a look of sympathy.

"I believe in you Clarke." Those words.. They weren't much but they meant so much. The last person who said those words to me was my father.. I know they're going to stick with me. How can this one man I met just a few months ago be so… amazing? I choked out a 'thank you' and he nodded. I turned around to swallow the urge to cry and then turned back to see him looking around.

"It's quiet today."

"Yeah. My mom let everyone, except guards who weren't at Mount Weather, have a day off today to recuperate."

"Good. That'll make it easier to.. Not be reminded so soon." He said the last part very quietly but I heard it. I actually heard Bellamy Blake in pain. I forget that he's going through the same thing as me because he's so good at hiding it.

"Bellamy.. If you need someone to talk to I-"

"Eh.. we have more important things to take care of Clarke." He shrugged.

"Your happiness is important to me Bell. Very important." He cracked a little smile and nodded.

"Thanks Princess.. but I'm fine. Really." I wasn't very convinced but he was right. We had to get going. We said our 'goodbyes' and 'good lucks' and went our separate ways.

Bellamy's P.O.V:

Clarke and I walked away from each other after wishing each other goodluck and, to be honest, I felt a little bit alone at her departure from my side.. She seems to have been there since the Mount Weather mission. Either way, I have to focus and find Lincoln. The first person I see is Kane. Great.. I swear, everyone I know is super depressing.

"Bellamy."

"Kane." I nodded to him.

"I know I said this before but really. You did a tremendous job in that Mountain." He gave a look that was almost.. Heart warming. Uplifting.. I don't know how to explain it because it was coming from Marcus Kane's face. The man who chose his orders over being a real human being. He was there when they floated my mother. When they floated Clarke's father. I just nodded and corrected him.

"Well it wasn't just me, sir. Everyone had their part and executed it perfectly." He gave a half smile and a nod.

"You're a bright kid Bellamy. Strong willed. You'd make a great high ranking officer in the guard."

"Yeah I would have. Before you people floated my mother and locked up my sister for being born." With that I walked past him continuing my search for Lincoln. I took a glance behind me and saw Kane still standing there looking down. Good.

It didn't take me long to find Lincoln and Octavia getting ready to go somewhere.

"Where are you guys going?" I asked. Trying to sound nonchalant about it.

"Oh hey big brother. We're going back to the grounder camp." Screw this 'not caring' shit. She's my little sister.

"Like hell you are!" I exclaimed. Lincoln just glanced at me and then continued packing a small bag.

"Like hell I am Bell. I don't belong here."

"You don't belong over there either O. They're still going to consider you Skaikru. After what they did to us?.. Hell they could kill you." My attention turned to Lincoln now. "And what about you? Don't they consider you a traitor still? It won't help that you spent the night here after they betrayed us."

"I am one of the best healers in this region. Second to Wan- I mean Clarke." He stood up and pulled one of the bags straps over his arm. "I can get them to take me back. As well as Octavia."

"How can you be so sure Lincoln?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"Because they have taken me back before." He said sternly. I looked at Octavia and she seemed serious about this. Then an idea struck me. I took a deep breath.

"I'm leaving too." They both looked at me with questioning faces.

"What? You're leaving?" Octavia asked scrunching her face up.

"Yeah. Me, Clarke, Monty, Jasper, Raven and Murphy." Octavia looked at Lincoln then back at me.

"Murphy? But he's with Ja-"

"Heyo" Murphy suddenly appeared behind the fence a few feet away from us causing Octavia to jump. The three of us walked closer to the fence so that Murphy could be in the conversation. Hopefully to be on my side.

"Where are you going to go?" Lincoln asked with a bit of concern in his voice.

"Wherever the road takes us, my grounder friend." Murphy stated.. Yeah he wasn't going to be much help.

"That's.. Actually what I came here to talk to you about." I stated, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well is there any place that you know of that would benefit us? That would be habitable?" I asked hoping for an answer but I instead got a confused look from him.

"I don't understand.. 'Benefit' and 'habitable'?" I was about to answer in a way he'd understand but Murphy beat me to it.

"You know.. A place that won't.. Burn our faces off or be crawling with people trying to throw spears in our ribs."

"What he's trying to say is.." I gave him an angry 'shut up' glance. "Is there any place that we can make our home? Somewhere, far enough from here, that also houses food, water and protection?"

"Depends how long you're willing to travel." I don't know about any of the others but I'm willing to travel as long as it takes to find a sanctuary.

"As far as it takes." Was all I said. Noticing Octavia being rather quiet.

"There's a place…" He started, "It's across the border in a region we call 'Canada'. A place called 'Calgary'. It is said to have been one of the few cities that survived the bombs due to the mountains around it and it was far enough away from all the blast zones. Apparently no one lives there because of the dangerous, and long, journey to get there. We call it 'The City of Dreams."

"How long of a journey are we talkin here, man?" Murphy asked while I thought.

"About a month on foot. Maybe a little less on horseback."

"How sure are you that this place actually exists?" I asked, putting my hands in my pockets with my thumbs sticking out.

"Pretty sure." He stated while swinging the bag on his back around and rustling through it. "A few years ago I found a bunker with a postcard from the city." He pulled the proof out of his bag and handed it to me. My eyes walked over the picture of the city skyline. The red tower in the middle of it with what looks to be a panoramic view coupled with the river that seems to be circling the entire city. It was perfect. "Now obviously it has been there for hundreds of years, unkept, so it's most likely overrun by lots of vegetation. Still equally as beautiful." He then handed me his book which was turned to a page where he drew a rough sketch of a map from here to there. My feelings of wonder were interrupted by Murphy..

"Oh come on Lincoln.. How do you know the words'postcard' and 'unkept' but not the words 'benefit' and 'habitable'?"

"They're not in my dictionary of words." Was all he said, and Murphy threw his hands up in the air and let them drop back down to his thighs making a slapping noise when they made contact.

"And 'dictionary' is? You gotta be joking." Lincoln just shook his head at the man behind the fence and finally Octavia spoke up.

"How come you never went to this place Lincoln?" He turned his head to her.

"I knew I wouldn't make the trip. There are savages in the woods and regions between here and Calgary, as well as unpredictable weather." He sounded saddened and hopeless that he may never get to see it. I looked back down at the postcard in front of me. Imagining waking up to see that skyline every morning. I looked back at Lincoln and Octavia.

"Maybe you wouldn't have made it alone, Lincoln, but I think you would have a pretty good chance if you come with us. Hell, we'd have a better chance with you on our side." It all seemed so logical for them to come. Lincoln wouldn't have to worry about being killed for betrayal and I could look after Octavia. Lincoln and Octavia exchanged a look.

"What do you think?" He asked her quietly but I was close enough to hear.

"I go where you go." She said, giving him a smile. He turned back to me.

"We'll think about it."

"Alright." I said. "Just make up your mind by tonight. Because that's when we're leaving." I handed back the postcard and his book but he pushed my hand with the postcard away and told me I could have it. I thanked him very much for the information he has given us and they both walked off. Leaving me with a bored looking Murphy behind the fence munching on a granola bar.

"Want some?" He said with his mouth full.

"I'll pass." I declined then walked off hoping that Clarke's plan was working. Correction: Knowing that her plan was working. I wasn't lying when I said I believed in her.

Clarke's P.O.V:

My heart was pounding at every possible thought of how wrong this could go. What if she says no and we have to stay here. What if she locks us up so we don't go anyway? I shook the thoughts out as I walked into the remnants of the Ark. The metallic clanking of my boots on the floor with every step I took was not an enjoyable sound. I loved the crunching of dirt and rocks and sticks under my feet. It reminded me that I really was on the ground. That I was alive. Two guards walked past me bringing me back to reality as I slowly made my way to my mother's office/room. I knocked on the cold metal door and heard her faintly say 'who is it?'.

"It's me mom."

"Oh Clarke. Come in." I opened the door and saw Jackson sitting next to her with a cup of, what I guessed was, water in his hands. My mom looked exhausted probably from getting her bone marrow drilled out of her. I'm glad Jacksons taking care of her as he usually does.

"Please sit." She said motioning the bed she was in and I accepted it. "Thank you Jackson. May I speak to my daughter alone please?"

"Yes of course." He gave me a smile and nod as he stood up and walked to the door. Once the door closed behind me I spoke.

"How are you feeling?"

"Drained. But I'll live. How about you?"

"About the same. Minus the drill hole in my hip." She gave a quick smile trying to find humor in it but went back to a serious face quite quickly. "Do you need something? Are you okay?" She asked with a motherly tone.

"Yeah I'm actually better than okay.. Mom.. We found a place." I said deciding to just rip this conversation like a band aid.

"What do you mean?"

"When we were in Mount Weather we found a map on a computer screen with a location marked 'safe'." I was using my best lying skills because that's all I can do at this point. We don't have an actual place that we're going yet so I had to make it up.

"Go on." She stated and I held back my smile that she was buying it so far.

"Apparently it's the location that the people of Mount Weather were going to go once they made everyone radiation proof. It has lots of food and space for plenty of people. We could build a sanctuary there, mom. Away from the grounders." I said with a smile. The smile wasn't fake though. I was really thinking about some sanctuary that we could all live in, a place with no fear. I hated giving my own mother false hope but if we really did find a place it would all work out. She raised her eyebrow at me and my heart almost stopped.

"What's the catch Clarke?" She asked. I was relieved she didn't call my bluff.. yet.

"Well.. I'd like to be a part of the group that recons this area." I stated, making sure not to sound like it was an obviously staged sentence.

"Well..How far away is it?" She asked, her eyebrow finally relaxing above her eye.

"A few weeks walk."

"Absolutely not."

"But mom I-"

"No, Clarke. It's a fantastic idea and I will send soldiers to check it out but you're not going and that's that." I huffed after she said this but I already expected her to say exactly that.

"Mom. I helped keep one hundred juveniles alive. I survived weeks with nothing but the clothes on my back."

"You didn't do it alone, Clarke."

"I'm not asking to do it alone mom. If it will make you feel better I'll take Bellamy and Jasper with me." She quickly looked up to my eyes next to her and then back down at the bed sheets.

"You're going to take more than just them Clarke." My eyebrows shot up in excitement but then I composed myself so as to not look too happy.

"Fine. I'll take Monty and Raven too."

"Raven won't be of much use Clar-"

"Don't finish that sentence mom. She is one of the strongest women I know. Inside and out, she's also the smartest woman I know by far, I honestly can't believe you guys took her out of mechanics. I want her on my team."

"Fine. Take who you want. If this backfires, their blood is on your hands." After she said that I had the urge to rethink this entirely. Maybe I should do this on my own like I originally planned.. What if something did happen to one of them. It would be all my fault for letting Bellamy get in my head and accepting that he came. I didn't want to think about that right now because this plan was working and I couldn't go back now.

"I know mom. But I need to do this. After what I did in Mount Weather I…" I looked down but saw her scowl turn into a face of sympathy. Finally I was being honest.

"Okay Clarke. Okay." She stated, sitting up to hold me. It felt good, it always felt good to be held by her. Even if she's the one who ultimately floated my dad and got me locked up. "I'll arrange some supplies for you and assemble a few guards to go with yo-"

"No." I said sitting up. "If this really does backfire and there's nothing there. I don't want to take too much protection away from Camp. Also we're leaving tonight."

"Fine." I stood up because everything was in place, but right as I put my hand on the door handle and she spoke up that feeling of success was shifted.

"But you're bringing Kane with you, and there is nothing you can do to change that if you want to leave this Camp tonight."

Crap.

Ooooo that backfired! What will she do? Will she try to get Kane to not come? Or will they be forced to take him with them? Stay tuned!