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The line of The Blake family was long and lost to history after the world had ended. Leaving Bellamy Blake to discover a long lost curse on his family once he triggers it on Earth.

Will he face it alone? Or will he have help from someone he once marked as his enemy?

Notes:

I promised myself I would't post anything new until I finished off another published WIP, but this story is only 2 parts and I'm almost halfway through the second chapter for this. I'm pretty sure I can finish this before the end of the year, so, why not post it? Maybe someone will like this story and it'll give my motivation and reason not to shelf it for eternity lol

Anyway here is a new fic I started last year but never seemed to have time to finish. I hope you all enjoy it so far :)

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Chapter 1: Earth

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Earth was the dream for generations of children and adults whose lives consisted of an endless view of space and stars. The view of a planet that their ancestors once called home was not, to their descendants, a dream. The radiation after the nuclear war caused the atmosphere to be uninhabitable for humans and many life forms. Luckily the Ark was built and saved the lives of hundreds before the extinction of the human race. It was a miracle and a blessing to have survived in space, but it didn't stop others from hoping to return some day.

According to the records the atmosphere wasn't supposed to be inhabitable for another fifty years at least, but certain circumstances forced the hands of the council aboard the Ark. A simple mechanical error that would determine whether the human race would survive another year, let alone fifty. Rash decisions are made with haste to preserve the air and life aboard. Decisions that ultimately endangered a hundred of their own. The under aged criminals and delinquents of the Ark are sent to the ancestors home in a hasty attempt to save the Ark itself-whether they live or die is of no consequence. Or so they thought. All that mattered was fixing the systems in space and bargaining enough time to do so. No one could have predicted what would happen to the delinquents when they landed.

No one could have predicted the travesty of new discovery.

The first discovery was a certain someone on the dropship to be there first place- Octavia Blake's brother disguised as a guard. And everyone knows about the Blake family. The girl hidden under the floor for 16 years while her mother was floated and her brother demoted, his title in the guard and left work as a janitor on the ark. The surprise of Bellamy Blake being on board should have been the shock that struck them all, particularly when he took the lead to order around the hundred. Only they weren't so lucky.

The second surprise? They weren't alone.

A small group of the delinquents agree to travel outside of the area where the dropship landed to hike all the way to Mount Weather and begin gathering supplies that they need to survive, as instructed in the video during their landing. It was only a small group, and Bellamy Blake was against the idea entirely. Had it not been for his little sister insisting to go he would have stayed behind with the rest of the hundred. But it was his duty and his instinct to protect his family, and Octavia was all he had left. The first day consisted of hiking through the forest with the Arks very own Alpha resident Princess leading them. Not a single moment went by when Bellamy wasn't condescending, commenting, or ridiculing the young woman. But as she put it, she was the only one that could truly lead the group. Out of everyone in the hundred she alone could read a map and lead them in the direction that they needed to go.

But it never stopped Bellamy from making the trip that much harder for her.

At night when the group takes a rest Bellamy takes the first watch. He takes the job seriously and doesn't allow Clarke to go far from the group even if it was to simply gather more water. A task that Finn offers to take no matter the disproving glare Bellamy throws his way. Only when it takes more than 5 minutes for them to return does Bellamy leave his post to go find them. Clarke's eyes and hair were illuminated by the glowing fluorescence of the flowers near the river. It was like a punch in the gut as the air left Bellamy's chest. It was never a question of the beauty that the arcs Princess have, It was a matter of where she came from that Bellamy had a problem with. Seeing her now created a flutter in his chest, something never expected to feel. And yet doesn't last long when he sees spacewalker come from behind her and tucks a glowing flower behind her ear. Her lips turn off in a small smile but Bellamy can see that her demeanor is far from welcoming. Her shoulders are tense as she subtly moves away to put distance from his body from hers.

"We should get back." She says under her breath, just barely audible for Bellamy to over here.

"Come on, Princess what's the rush?"

"I don't want Bellamy to worry."

"Right like Blake gives a crap about either of us. We both know the only people he cares about are himself and his sister."

Clarke's face scrunches off an apprehension as she weighs her option. She could stay in the glowing meadow by the river and bask in the small moment of peace, a moment she knew would be far in between living on the ground. Or on the other hand, she could return back to the group. Whether or not Bellamy was worried didn't matter, because Clark knew that they needed to stick together. They knew little to nothing about the ground. Earth has changed the last 97 years, who knows what to be waiting for them out in the dark wilderness. It wasn't much of a choice in the matter, logically and for their safety it was best to return back.

"We need to get back to the others, Finn."

Bellamy watches as Clarke avoids Finn's attempt to hold her back and watches as the blonde takes off in the direction of their makeshift camp while Spacewalker turns away. He shouldn't feel smug about the Arks princess rejecting Spacewalker, he knows he shouldn't. But the feeling in Bellamy's chest refuses to go away.


When the sun rose, it was time for the small group of delinquents to continue on with their journey to find Mount Weather. Clarke leads them to a small river, one that wasn't written on the map she followed, leaving them at an impasse. Bellamy comes from behind to Clarke's side as she rests the map atop a rock along the bank. The heat from his body falling off in waves near her own as he looks over her shoulder.

"You sure you know where we're going, Princess?"

"My dad taught me to read maps since I could read words. Trust me I know where we're going it's just..." She huffs in frustration as she looks up at the lake. "That isn't supposed to be there."

"You're tense. Maybe you should take off a few layers and jump in! Relax for a minute." Both Clarke and Bellamy look to their left as the words leave Finn's lips.

"Maybe you should take your own advice Spacewalker. Last I checked none of us know how to swim but by all means by my guest and jump in. See if you float down here like you did on the Ark."

Tension between the two men rise is the longest stare at one another. Bellamy takes a step forward and comes face to face. Looking down at Finn, nearly pressing against his.

"That's enough, both of you." Finn looks over Bellamy's shoulder towards Clarke as she speaks. "We need to find a way over the lake and get to Mount Weather."

"Why don't we just go around it?" Clarke rolls her eyes and turns to look at Finn from behind Bellamy.

"It'll take too long to go around, wasting time we don't have! The hike to Mount Weather is still two days away at least and we've already wasted a day. That's without bringing back the supplies and food. The hundred can't keep waiting on us. If we go around it'll be too long."

"So how do we get across?" Jasper pipes up from nearby, Monty by his side.

Clarke doesn't answer immediately but rather looks at their surroundings. Logically, there was no possible way to get around the body of water in their path without wasting precious time. The delinquents back at camp would be mad with hunger by the time they returned. It was bad enough they were wasting time now standing and fighting over what to do next, all the wild are people back at camp through hungrier every day going without supplies. If they couldn't go around then they would have to go through, what was the safest way? What was the most effective way to cross over again with the supplies?

Looking over the body of water and then to the trees and vines that clustered the woods behind them as they stood upon rocks of the lake. They had no time to build anything and a vine swing would get them across; however, it wouldn't help them return over with the luggage they'll be carrying. But they could use something similar to a bridge- a tree to cross.

"Bellamy." At hearing his name he finally turns away from Finn and turns towards Clarke. "We can't build a bridge and a swing would only work one way, but if we use a tree..."

"We can cross over like a bridge."

Once the words leave her lips, everyone begins to work on a plan to get a tree down and cross over the lake. It isn't easy and it takes far too many hours of their day to cut down a tree big enough, long enough, and weak enough to be taken down and used as a bridge to crossover. But once it's down and tumbles over the lake, the loud sound echoes through forest.

"So, who's going first?" The group stands around and looks at one another, waiting. Bellamy shakes his head and nearly steps forward

"I'll do it!" The group looks over to find Jasper raising his hand, his goggles tilted atop his head. "Someone's gotta do it right?"

Clarke nods as does Bellamy while he steps aside and allows the Go-Sci teen to be the first to cross the tree bridge. He slips half way across but corrects himself and moves forward, the anxiety rolling off the group in waves before falling calm when Jasper hops onto solid ground. He smiles brightly and throws his hand ain't the air in victory before tripping over an object at his feet.

"Jasper?!" Clarke calls out but the boy stands quickly, giving her a thumbs up. But his other hand is not empty. He holds the sign in his hand and lifts it in the air for the others to see, his simple widening in excitement.

"We did it!"

Everyone shouts and cheers and joy as they get one step closer to their destination. Bellamy sets Clark to swing over the river neck the blonde stops when she feels Augustine wind flow through her hair causing an odd shiver to run up her spine. Something was wrong. Clark immediately looks up and finds a spear flying through the air hitting Jasper directly in the chest.

"J-Jasper!!" She shouts out before Bellamy snatches her and Octavia away from the ledge.

"No!" Monty cries before Finn too drags him away. "Let me go! Jasper!"

"Monty there's nothing we can do!" Bellamy tries to reason but the teen fights against Finn, and easily. But he down they too far as Bellamy catches up with him, only for their eyes to land on an empty spot where Jasper wants laid.

"Wh- Where'd he go? Jasper!"

Clarke climbs and looks over the small ledge to get a glance at what Monty was talking about. Having to struggle against Finn's attempts to hold her back. All it takes is one look for Bellamy for the boy to let Clarke go. She stands by his side and looks through the trees, noting in the back of her mind how Bellamy reaches around her back and inserts himself above her to keep her safe. She ignores the heat radiating off of his body as he hovers and gathers her thought for a plan.

"We need to find him before it's too late."

"And just how are we going to do that? " Bellamy snaps as he climbs down, taking Clarke with him.

"Split up in groups." He gives her an impressed look while Monty agrees immediately. "Look we can't just leave him out there. He's hurt and there's no telling how long he'll have if I don't get to him first!

"If he's still alive you mean."

"He screamed when the spear hit him and was groaning when he moved. That has to mean he's alive right?" Octavia asks hopefully looking between her brother and Clarke.

"Yes, for now at least." Clarke confirms but the wary in her eyes shook both Monty and Octavia.

"There's grounders out there! You can seriously be thinking of going to look for a dead body." Finn scrambles, his eyes widening.

"She said he's not dead yet, Spacewalker. Or have you not been paying attention." He argued on Clarke's behalf. Her eye meet his own and she responds with an appreciative nod before going over the plan.

There was an odd number left between the group which meant one group would consist of three while the other would consist of only two. Finn suggests going with Clarke and head left while the others go right. But there was something in the way Clark stood that made Bellamy speak up and suggest the opposite. Everyone in the group was surprised that he didn't suggest Octavia being with him.

But Bellamy knew that Octavia was stubborn and could Get herself out of a situation faster than Monty or Spacewalker. It made the most sense for those three to be a group rather than Spacewalker alone with the princess. Before anyone could object or offer another plan Bellamy's hand guides Clarke in a direction and doesn't stop.

"If you have something to say say it." He grumbles.

"I don't have anything to say." She replies hastily, keeping her pace steady and quick as she scans the ground for clues that could lead them to Jasper.

"Sure." He scoffs.

They continue to walk in silence and look for any sign of disturbance or clues in the ground below them. Clark paid very close attention when it came to Earth skills class on the Ark. Hunters would always look for broken branches, tracks in the mud, leaves disturbed in a unnatural way, for the most obvious of all. Blood. The pair were silent for a while as they continued to search but something in Clark couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm just surprised is all." She says finally.

"Don't be. As much as I don't like you, the hundred need you. Unless someone else and in the ragtag a delinquents is a doctor."

"I'm not a doctor." Clark mutters, pushing down the disappointment that rises every time she says that sentence. "I never got to finish my apprenticeship."

"Still. You know a hell of a lot more than everyone else. It makes the most sense to keep you alive. For now." Clarke rolls her eyes at his words but looks over her shoulders as she says,

"I just meant that I was surprised you didn't take Octavia with us. She's the whole reason you came along in the first place and now you're okay with her being on her own?"

"I'm not actually. But out of those three she's the most level headed. If O was with us and the other two would be as good as dead. Then we'd have three bodies on our hands instead of one."

Clarke couldn't argue with Bellamy's logic. The more she thought about it the more she knew what he said made sense. Octavia may not be the most level-headed person in a stressful, or life-threatening, situation. But after a few moments she is more likely to gather herself and think of a solution then panic and get herself killed. Clarke turns to make a comment before the ground falls underneath her feet. She cries out as her body begins to plummet underground only for a strong force to take hold of her arm and keep her from falling down.

Quickly she looks up in his eyes with a sea of freckles and dark chocolate brown eyes. Determination set in his face as he uses every bit of strength He can muster to pull her back to level ground. She lands on top of Bellamy her head and his chest as she tries to catch her breath. Her heart was beating rapidly against her rib cage as the adrenaline pumped through her veins.

"Falling for me already, Princess?" He snarks earning a slap on his chest from her as she removes her body from his own. She wasn't angry but instead flustered. The tinted blush of her skin was a dead giveaway.

"We need to find Jasper, Bellamy." Without bothering to wait Clarke or storms away in the direction they were headed.

Bellamy quickly catches up with her and brings her to a stop by grabbing her wrist. She throws an irritated glance over her shoulder as she looks and dead in the eye. He doesn't have to speak for her to know what his glare was about. She can't storm off on her own, not here and not now. Clark expects him to start scolding her at any moment but his eyes are drawn to something over her shoulder. Curious she looks behind her we're a patch of crimson red stood out against the light green of the leaves on a bush. Blood-and it was fresh.

"We're getting close." Bellamy agrees and keeps his hand at his side where his gun was holstered by his hip.

Goosebumps ran up his spine and covered his skin as a chill caused him to shiver. The air seemed to shift around them but there was no wind. Something was off. Bellamy reaches out to Clarke to stop her from walking before something tackles him to the ground. He grunts and collapses but faintly hears a shout.

"Bellamy!" He shakes the dizziness away and blinks at the sun in his eyes as he follows the voice. The grounder that had attacked him was now turning on Clarke.

"Pr'n'cs." He helps and takes off as the grounder leaps in her direction but she isn't fast enough. He grabs her by the hair only several feet away.

"Bellamy!" She cries, her legs kicking an attempt to fight while her arms flung to free the arm wrapped around her neck.

Bellamy reaches at his side for his gun but the weapon was gone. Lost as he tumbled down. He doesn't waste time searching for his gun but takes off in the direction Clarke and the grounder did. Without hesitating Bellamy takes out a small life he kept hidden in his boot and stabs the grinder from behind before he could slit Clarke's throat. The grounder grunts and let Clarke go, giving Bellamy enough room to plunge the blade in his neck before he could turn on him.

Clarke gasps and jumps back as the grounded body falls but Bellamy's doesn't longer. He pants heavily as he rushed to Clarke's side one hand on her shoulders while the other holds her head. His eyes look her up and down as his thumbs grazes the skin of her neck. A small bruise was forming from the pressure he held against her, but apart from that she seemed fine.

"Are you okay?" Clarke's eyes dart as she looks Bellamy in the eyes, her mind processing the events that have unfolded at the last minute. It all happened so fast, it was all a blur. "Princess."

She snaps out of her mind then and nods frantically. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Let's go then."

It doesn't go unnoticed how Bellamy ignores the events that just occurred, and it worries Clarke more than she even cared to admit herself. They walked in complete silence the entire way to Jasper. Even as the others join them and help bring Jasper home Bellamy's still doesn't say a word. But Clarke could tell that something had changed.


Jasper's road to recovery was long and saying it was difficult would be an understatement. His wound grows infected leading Clarke and Wells to think of a natural antibacterial plant to use for treatment. It isn't easy, and it takes far too long for them to find the seaweed they were looking for.

Not only was finding the plant difficult but getting through to Bellamy was as well.

Ever since they returned from their trip to find Mount Weather, Bellamy had changed. He was more on edge and irritated to no end. He snaps at everyone and everything for the smallest of inconveniences. Even at his own sister. Octavia was too irritated herself with her brother to understand something was different, possibly even wrong. But it didn't go unnoticed by Clarke.

She knew why he was different and she blamed herself for it. Bellamy killed that grounder to protect her, save her. The look in his eyes after it was done sent shivers up her spine thinking about it. The pain flickering in his seas of brown left a pang in Clarke's chest likes she hasn't felt since her father's execution.

She felt guilty.

It was this guilt that compelled her to reason with Bellamy and calm him down when he seemed more irritated than usual. That's what Clarke told herself at least. It took some convincing in her part to get Bellamy to not only stop his rampage of annoyance with the delinquents before having to convince him that they needed to leave camp to gather supplies for Jasper.

Far too many of the delinquents we're on edge due to learning of the grounders existence on earth. In a smaller group of delinquents, the reckless ones, were growing more impatient from the suffering Jasper was going through. His walking from pain kept the camp wide awake, and the fear of the grounders and he lack of sleep from his sounds or making the tensions higher throughout the entire camp. It was due to this that Clark pushed for getting a seaweed to help Jasper as fast as possible. For everyone's sake.

Just as Clark and Wells we're about to head outside of the camps boundaries Spacewalker tags along. The trip to the lake doesn't take long seeing as the three make it there in no time. Both Finn and Clark remember the trail well since it was the first body of water that they stumbled upon after they landed. Both Wells and  Finn weren't sure how to get the seaweed from the water without being attacked by whatever was inside, but Clark had other ideas. She stepped right into the water without hesitating and grabbed as much seaweed as she could to bring it ashore and stuffed it into the handmade duffel bag Wells had created.

Both Wells and Finn speechless and surprise as she walked out of the water, The closed soaked in heavy as she walked out. Finn's eyes raked over her form as she stuffed the seaweed inside the bag.

"We should get going. Jasper needs this as soon as possible."

"Actually...  Can we talk? On the way." Clarke looks to Finn with a furrowed brow while Wells looks between the two.

"It's okay. I'll walk ahead."

Before Clarke could object, Wells nods in Clarke's direction before walking away. As soon as Wells was out of sight Finn turned to her, his lips apart to speak, ht not a sound falls through as a sea of birds fly in their direction. Both Finn and Clarke dunk under them, watching as the creatures fly away.

"That was weird." Finn points out.

"We should hurry." Clarke says as she picks up her pace.

Her legs carry her quickly through the brush of the woods as she follows Finn, her heart plummeting as she watches him vanish below ground. Clarke rushes to where she last spotted him before yelping when a hand grabbed her ankle.

"Clarke come on!" She notices Finn's hand coming through a small batch buried in the leaves and dirt. A secret bunker.

Clarke looks over her shoulder as the yellow fog approaches quickly, the air around her already burning her lungs. Without thinking she climbs down into the bunker and closes the hatch, sealing it tight just in time.

By the time she descends the ladder and takes a turn about the room fan had already lit several candles to give them light. Not only was she surprised by his knowledge of where the bunker was but what was inside and where. This clearly wasn't the first time he was inside it.

"Finn, What is this place?"

"Old earth bunker. Some family had it made to survive the bombs. Looking at all the supplies I think it's safe to say they didn't make it in time." He says with the nudge of his head. Clark looks in that direction to find boxes of belongings and supplies with a closed pantry full of food. The food was expired, clearly. But the other supplies could have been helpful to the hundred after they land landed.

"How did you know about this place? We've only been on Earth for a few days."

"Well while everyone was screaming and having the time of their lives, I went exploring. Found this place. Pretty cool right?" He says with a smile gesturing further into the bunker.

There were more supplies stored further in the bunker, including a couch in a single mattress pushed against a wall. Clark takes everything in slowly, Her mind running a at high speeds thinking of what they could do with the supplies and how to distribute it equally among everyone at camp. Finn reaches out gently and hugs at her wrist, pulling her mind out of survival mode.

"This is actually what I wanted to talk to you about earlier."

"So you weren't going to keep this to yourself?"

"What? No. Of course not. It wouldn't exactly be keeping it to myself if I told you about it." He laughs but Clark doesn't see the amusement. "But this isn't all, check this out!"

Clarke follows his movements with her eyes as he rushes towards a small crate. The old Wood Creek says he lifts the lid and takes something from inside. A small brown glass bottle shimmers in the soft orange light from the candles as he holds it up in the air.

"Is that-"

"Whiskey I think." Curious she steps forward and smells the contents after he opens the lid. She shrugs, never having tried whiskey before let alone knowing what it tastes like. The only kind of alcohol that was available on the arc was moonshine, and Wine if you were able to afford such luxury.

Finn lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a large sip, His face contorting for a moment before he sighs heavily. "Definitely has to be whiskey. Here, try it."

Every nerve and fiber in her body was screaming and warning. Every logical thought in her mind told her that it was the wrong choice to make. Not only did she have to be sober to treat Jasper when they were free from the fog, But being intoxicated would blur her train of thought distracting her from thinking of the best ways to survive. Right now wasn't the time to drink an experiment.

But the other side of her knew that it could be hours before the fog lifted. And there was No way of getting drunk off of a few sips. Faintly she thought what would Wells do in the thought alone made her accept the glass bottle from Finn. She's been locked up in solitary for a year with little human contact or interaction. Let alone having done anything fun. Clark couldn't even remember the last time she did something so impulsive or irresponsible.

Surely it couldn't hurt to do something a little reckless with little consequence. If anything she could be slightly buzzed by the time the fog lips but still able to treat Jasper when they return to camp. The Walk alone will help clear her mind and sober her up as long as she didn't drink too much. It was with This train of thought that she tipped the bottle back and drink some of the dark contents inside. The burn of the alcohol felt like fire in her throat, But it didn't hurt. It was a welcome feeling after everything that she has went through Not only in the past few hours, But the last several years.

The two take turns swapping the bottle back and forth going through the supplies in the bunker and making light conversation. It isn't until Clark feels a little woozy that she sits on the couch and takes a moment to herself. Finn joins her not long after.

It's been a year since Clark has been around so many people, Let alone this close to one. It was strange to be alone in this bunker, sitting on a couch, with another human being. Being on earth was strange enough, But adding to the overwhelming. She doesn't really pay attention to what Finn has to say, far too busy being lost in her thoughts to truly hear.

Clark mulls over everything at once, Not fully listening to what he was saying. That is until his hand clasps around her own grabbing her full attention. Faintly she hears him say her name as she turns to face him, then her world turns upside down. Every sensation in her body was filled with him. His taste and his smell overwhelming. Gathering the last shred of consciousness that she could bear Clark forces her hands against his chest and thrusts him away.

"What the hell, Finn?!"

"I thought-" She stares in utter disbelief as he tries to think of what to say. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm just drunk."

"Yeah. Drunk." She parrots quietly watching as he sits back down on the floor of the bus.

Clarke keeps her distance as they ride out the rest of the fog, waiting for the killer mist to be gone. It takes hours before the air clears in the fall is completely gone before it's safe to head back to camp.

When they finally return to camp everyone seems to have survived the acid fog. Clarke would only be able to do damage control once she saw Wells and checked on Jasper first. She turns away from Finn immediately once she's able to put distance between them and heads in the direction of the dropship. Only she doesn't get too far when Bellamy notices their return.

"Princes!" He calls before rushing over.

He places each of this hands on either of her shoulders as he looks her over a few times, surprising both her and Finn. Not even a few hours ago he was chewing everyone's head off about any slight inconvenience. And now he was concerned about her well being?

"I'm fine, Bellamy. Finn found a spot where we could hide to ride out the fog." As she mentions his name her skin crawls and her body shivers. Soothing that doesn't go unnoticed either.

"That's it? You're good?" Bellamy pushes.

"Yes. I'm good. Now if you don't mind I have a patient I need to take care of and probably more now that the fog is gone."

"Clarke wait!" Clarke lifts a hand to Finn and steps back.

"Not now, Finn. Just... go." She says as she takes several steps away the further he comes until Bellamy steps between them. Finn stops, shutting his lips the moment Bellamy steps in.

"Did he do something to you?" Clarke's cheeks flush red at his question, the memory of what happened fresh on her mind. But she shakes her head and takes a moment to gather her senses.

"I'm fine, Bellamy. It's fine." He squinted and looked at Spacewalker, his eyes, though still brown, were different. Almost feral. Without thinking Clarke grabs his hand and shakes her head again. "I'm okay, he saved my life."

"Something tells me that's not the full story." She looks down then but refuses to give details. As she looks up his eyes still contain rage, but not towards her, they soften under her gaze.

"I'm fine, and so is everyone else, that's what matters okay?"

She watches as Bellamy fights with himself, an internal battle between taking the high road or taking his anger out on his enemy. And Finn Collins seemed to be one of few people Bellamy couldn't stand being around. For a moment she thinks he'll back down, walk away. But he doesn't. Instead he walks around Clarke and thrusts Finn against a tree. His forearm holding the other man in place against the rough bark.

"Since Princess won't talk, maybe you will. What happened out there? And don't lie to me."

Finn struggles against Bellamy's sheer force, his legs dangling from the ground as Bellamy applies more pressure. Clarke calls out his name but it was as if he couldn't hear her, or he was ignoring her. Either way it wasn't right. And given Finn's bluing face it seemed his anger was taking control. Several delinquents rushed over to try and release Finn from Bellamy's grasp, but it was as if Bellamy was rooted to the ground. Even with three people pulling at him he didn't move an inch.

"It was just a kiss man! Back off!" Finn hollers once he has enough room to catch air.

Bellamy casts a look over his shoulder in Clarke direction but she can't meet his eyes. She stands with her feet digging into the ground, her head held low, as she crosses her arms over her chest. Her body language making it very clear that what Finn said was true, but it didn't mean it was what she wanted. Bellamy could feels Clarke's unease the moment she stepped foot back into camp, even more so now with Finn's confession. The thought of Spacewalker forcing his lips against Clarke only enraged him further.

"Touch her again without her consent and you'll answer to me. Understand?" Finn pales but nods hurriedly, gasping for breath once Bellamy let's go and storms away from camp.

Whatever had changed in Bellamy that day was much more serious than Clarke could have possibly imagined.

Chapter 2

Notes:

This fic was only supposed to be 2 parts but this chapter was dragging on so I split it up. But I do hope you enjoy!

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Clarke isn't sure how long Bellamy is gone for, but the longer he is the more she worries. Most of the hundred we're immature delinquents, a handful of which didn't have a single care in the world. It was difficult to keep a hundred under aged teenagers and children in line and cared for. Seeing as Mount Weather wasn't an option they had to forage for their own food, find a reliable water source, and learn how to hunt and fish in the water for their protein. Each day seemed just as hard as the last but the longer they were on the ground the more of a routine they started to form. However that was only possible with more than one leader.

Although they were off to a bad start after landing, Bellamy and Clarke have begun to have silent agreement between themselves. Although they were far from friends they had a common ground; keeping the delinquents alive. Ever since he has saved her life things between them seem to have changed. Clark couldn't quite put a finger on what had happened but the underlying hatred that Bellamy felt towards her seem to have dissipated. He was kinder, softer. In a way that he wasn't with anyone else besides his sister. And even then that relationship seemed indifferent.

Octavia was finding herself and enjoying her own independence. Bellamy disagreed with his little sister going on her own and exploring too far, but he was more understanding that she needed this. Being on earth was the change that she needed. A chance to be free. As long as she wasn't alone and was safe he allowed her to go. Ever since then siblings haven't seemed attached to the hip. But that didn't mean that Bellamy cared for her sister any less, even with his new strength behavior.

Clarke keeps an eye out for Bellamy throughout the day while trying to keep the hundred safe, and keep an eye on Jasper. The seaweed was working both as a poultice and as a tea, leaving the infection to give way making his wound heal better than expected. It left Clarke more time to handle other situations around the camp. It wasn't so difficult seeing as the problems were mostly minor, but it was a lot for just one person to do alone.

It seemed like Clarke was running around camp all day long without a single moment to herself to either sit down or breathe. From sunrise to sundown Clarke was alone and on her feet tending to every inconvenience that passed through the delinquents day.

But even then with everything going on around camp she's still made sure to keep an eye out for Bellamy. As the sun began to set and the night began to rise, she looked out for him. Just when all hope that he would return before sunrise had begun to take hold, the small guard that took patrol around camp alerted her that Bellamy had finally returned.

Clarke drops everything that wasn't her hands and rushes out of the dropship and into the camp where the delinquents were abuzz as one of their leaders returned. Clarke shoved her way through the small crowd of teens until she saw his familiar head of dark curly hair.

"Bellamy!" She shouts above the others, trying to grab his attention. And it wasn't fruitless. His head turns in her direction the moment she speaks, as of sensing where she was through the entire crowd of kids.

"What's going on?" Confused she furrows her brow and looks around.

"What'd you mean?"

"I mean it's dark, Princess. Why is everyone awake?" Clarke bites back a scoff as she shakes her head, astounded.

"Bellamy, you've been gone all day! Half the camp thought you were dead, the others were wondering where the hell you went while I was running around running everything by myself." She points out, earning a look from Bellamy.

"I needed fresh air. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you were gone." Again Bellamy gives her an unimpressed expression. "Or did you forget you lead these kids and help them everyday? They need you Bellamy. We all do."

The scowl that seemed to have been imprinted on his face softens as he looks are in her eyes. The buzz of the delinquent simmers down as the crowd disperses and the delinquents return to their tents and nightly duties now that they know their leader is safely home.

"So I know you're safe and alive." He snarks, his signature smirk arising once again. "But where's O?"

"I haven't seen her in a few hours. Last I saw she was with Fox and Charlotte. The girl were talking and braiding each other's hair."

"Really? My sister, Octavia, was sitting around with other kids and braiding hair?"

"Well, It was more like Charlotte and Fox for braiding each other's hair while your sister was talking to them." She explains, "I'm not entirely sure."

"What'd you mean you're not entirely sure? You weren't watching?!"

Clarke rolls her eyes and makes a small noise as she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. Surely Bellamy wasn't being serious? Did he really think that she was going to sit around and babysit his sister all day while he was gallivanting in the woods? No. That couldn't be. And yet here they were standing and discussing the whereabouts of his sister, asking why Clarke didn't know exactly what she was doing and when.

"Bellamy, she's 16. I don't know if you've noticed but she's starting to make friends and she doesn't need someone supervising her all the time. She's not a child." Bellamy moves to argue but Clarke beats him to the punch. "And I was too busy running around camp helping everyone else. I didn't have time to watch what Octavia was doing. I checked in every now and then but she was fine."

"You're right I'm sorry." Clarke blinks back to her surprise as she takes a step back and really looks at the man in front of her.

His shoulders sag as his body seems more hunched. His eyes were drooping and even in the dark she could tell he was pale. Being on Earth took a lot out of a person, especially the ones who are in charge. Whatever happened since Bellamy had killed that grounder Clarke knew that something was different. He was different. She couldn't quite put her finger on what had changed. All she knew was that it was taking a toll on Bellamy. An exhausting one by the looks of it.

"Why don't you try to find her, see how she is. By this time shes probably already sleep but if it'll help put your mind at ease I think you should find her."

Bellamy nods in agreement and sets off to look for his sister. Well he does Clark returns to the dropship to finish sorting through the herbs that she had collected earlier that day before the little fiasco between him and Finn. She hasn't known Bellamy long, but deep down Clarke knew that this behavior was not normal for him. Even the altercation with Finn. Rather than to dwell and overthink something that was far from her control, Clarke continues on with the task that she had stopped previously. In the back of her mind she hopes to at least finish half of the herbs before bed, But it seemed like the universe had other plans for her.

"Clarke something's wrong."

She drops the plants immediately at the sudden of the voice booming through the dropship for two reasons. The first being the deep familiar tone, the second was the use of her name from that familiar voice. Sure enough as she turns around she comes face to face with Bellamy Blake. Normally she would comment on the use of her name coming from him but the seriousness of his expression prevented her from doing so.

"What is it?"

"It's O. She's missing."

"Missing? It was just before sundown when I saw her with the girls." Bellamy shakes his head and runs a hand out his face. "Maybe she went out for a late night stroll and just hasn't come back yet."

"I know my sister, Clarke. She's stubborn, hard-headed, and doesn't always like to listen to what she's told. But not going out after dark, alone, is one rule she knows she shouldn't break. No one else in camp is missing so I know she's by herself."

It seemed like with every second passing Bellamy became more anxious than before. He had left camp to calm himself only to return to an even worse situation than before.

Clarke calms him down enough for him to hear her out. First they check the camp again, going over tent by tent, including the dropship. If she still isn't found then they'll gather a small search party and go looking for her together. If she isn't found before midnight they'll gather the rest of the hundred to start a manhunt in the morning. Bellamy agrees with the first half of the plan but not the second. He won't stop searching for his little sister no matter what. He'll look all night if he has to. Clarke tries to argue with him but he walks off before she could.

The search inside camp was fruitless as Bellamy expected it to be. But before his frustrations could grow too far Clarke reminds him of the plan. They gather a small group of trusted delinquents, light several small torches and split off into groups of three. That is apart from Bellamy and Clarke. Had she not caught up with him He would have gone off on his own, ignoring his own rule that no one should be outside but camp alone.

They search and search for hours in the woods but don't find the young Blake anywhere. Most of the delinquents return back to camp given the late hour in the lack of light in the sky, but Clarke and Bellamy don't give up. Refusing to leave him alone Clarke pushes on, trying to keep up with his fast pace. She isn't sure where Bellamy was going or why but she trusted his instincts to find his sister. If anyone was going to find Octavia it was him.

The pair stumble upon a small hill with an edge. Bellamy takes a look and finds the mud disturbed with a small cloth hanging on one of the branches. A cloth from Octavia's own jacket. They were in the right direction. Without thinking Bellamy takes a leap and jumps down the hill to take a closer look as he grabs the little cloth from the branch.

"Bellamy, I can't get down from here. Did you bring any rope in you pack?" Clarke asks from above.

"No." He replied his eyes facing the darkness that loomed through the forest. They're on the groundwork series of footsteps much deeper and larger than his sisters. Which could only made one thing, someone found her and carried her away. Given that everyone was at camp it could only leave one other suspect- a grounder.

A grounder had his sister.

"Just jump, Princess. I'll catch you."

"You want me to what?" He hears her shriek, her head peeping over the edge. "Bellamy are you crazy?! I don't know how you got down there without a scratch but I can't do that."

"Princess," he says with exasperation. "Stop being a Princess and jump. I won't let you fall."

For a moment she stares down contemplating what she should do. Logically she knows that if she jumps the likelihood of dying or being severely injured are slim. But all it takes is one little mishap, one slip up, either from Bellamy or herself, to cause a serious injury. She could potentially break her a limb or hit her head creating a concussion but another part of her deep down knew that Bellamy was right. She could listen to him, trust him. With that she slides down the hill and leaps before she hits the ground a pair of strong arms wrap around her steadily until she stable enough to stand on her own two feet.

"Thanks." Clarke breaths out, looking up at Bellamy as his arms still keep her close.

"Come on, I found tracks this way."

Clarke agrees with Bellamy's idea that a grounder must have found Octavia and carried her somewhere else. But from the looks of the ground there didn't seem to be a struggle. Either Octavia was too injured to fight back or unconscious. No matter the reason it didn't look good. Clarke tried to stay positive as they followed the footprints to a hidden cave between two trees. It was subtle and well hidden, almost impossible to see in the dark. But Bellamy found it.

Bellamy keeps Clarke's close behind him as they enter the little cave. There didn't seem like much inside but the more they pushed forward the last cave like it seemed. Instead it appeared to be converted into a home. A grounder's home. There were supplies throughout the small space and furs laid on the ground as a bed. Yet what caught Bellamy's eye the most was the small figure lying on the ground. Her dark hair covered her face as she slept.

"O!" He rushes forward quickly, minding her wrapped leg, and helps her stand. "O, are you okay? What happened?"

"Bell?" The young teen slurs as he looks around her. "Clarke? What are you guys doing here?"

"Looking for you. Bellamy came back and found out you were missing. We came looking right after." Clarke says filling her in.

"O, what the hell happened? Why were you alone?!"

"I saw another glowing butterfly" she says sheepishly but seeing the look on her brother's face she quickly rushes to say, "I told Charlotte I would try to catch one for her! I guess I didn't realize how far I was from camp. When I did I tried to turn around but slipped and fell. Sprained my ankle pretty bad."

"Did you wrap this?"

"No." Suddenly Octavia becomes more reluctant to answer any questions. Her demeanor now completely different. "Look I need you to promise you won't freak out." She says pointedly looking at her brother.

"Tell us what?" With a sigh Octavia shakes her head and looks to Clarke.

"It was a grounder. He found me at the bottom of the hill and he brought me here." Both girls notice how Bellamy tenses immediately, his face falling by his side. "But he helped me! He didn't hurt me I swear. He did this" she says indicating towards her leg. "And gave me food and water. He said I should wait here and rest and then he'll help me home in the morning."

"So you spoke with him? This grounder."

"Yes... But like I said he isn't bad, Bell. He saved me."

Bellamy doesn't say anything in return and said he turns to the entrance of the cave and says, "We should get going. It's late."

The group of three returned to camp without incident and quickly, as if Belly couldn't return fast enough. Once they were inside he disappeared without a word to either of the girls. Noticing her brothers off behavior Octavia asks Clarke what's wrong. Although the two seemed to it on a show of hate for each other the younger Blake knew better. If Bellamy wasn't talking to Octavia and worrying about her he was worrying about Clarke.

But as of lately he's more distant, distracted even. Bellamy always played his cards close to his chest but this was a new level of distance and secrecy for the siblings. If anyone would know what's going on in Bellamy's thick head it would be his co-leader. At least that's what Octavia hoped, but Clarke simply shrugged in defeat.

Bellamy hasn't been the same since he killed a grounder to save her life. Ever since then something's been off and she can't quite put a finger on what.


Several days pass by in the blink of an eye after Octavia's return. The young Blake was under strict supervision per her brother's orders. Clarke tried to give the teen as much freedom as she could even with her new security detail tagging along. Octavia was grateful for Clarke's help but that didn't stop her from worrying about her brother any less.

Bellamy was often leaving camp throughout the day for hours on end with no explanation, while his temper seems to have only flared with each passing day. Octavia couldn't explain it, neither could Clarke. But both young women agree that it was best to leave him to himself and let him figure out what he needs to for now. Since Octavia was under supervision Clarke suggested that the young Blake stay in the dropship and hang out with Jasper while she left camp to collect a few more herbs to help the two with their pain.

Octavia agrees to stay put, though reluctant, she stays true to her word. While Octavia stays in the drop ship Clarke alerts Wells of her whereabouts before stepping outside the boundaries of camp to collect what she needed. Since most of the plants that she was looking for weren't that far there was no reason to have another person along with her. The plants were within shouting distance so if something were wrong Clarke could call out for help and the delinquents on guard duty would appear.

Clarke hums to herself as the quiet piece of the world around her surrounds her. From the cool wind and her hair to the songs that the birds above her sing. It was a vastly different feeling than being on the ark. Peaceful even. It's hard as it was to accept that the Ark and everyone inside were now gone, but a part of Clarke knew that it may be for the best. After all they did agree to send a hundred children to the ground to die in an experiment to save themselves. It was harsh and unfair, and while the council members deserved to stay in space there were still innocent lives now lost.

She tries not to do well on what happened to everyone on the earth and instead focuses on what she was taught to help the hundred survive. She gets lost in her own little world coming humming to the bird songs until she hears the crunch of branch not too far behind her. Clarke immediately stands up he reaches for the small knife that Miller had carved for her after Bellamy had requested both she and Octavia stay armed. Both girls thought it was ridiculous but to humor Bellamy they agreed to keep them. Yet in this moment Clarke was grateful, that is until she turns around to find Finn and not a threatening grounder or wild animal.

Still irritated about the kiss she ignores Finn and continues on with the business she intended to do. If only it was that easy. Finn is more insistent that they talk and refuses to leave no matter how clearly Clarke makes it that she is in no mood to talk.

"Finn, stop."

"Five minutes, that's all I'm asking."

"I know, I heard you the first five times but my answer is still no. We need these herbs so I can make medicine and I can't exactly focus with you buzzing in my ear."

"Then tell me what we're looking for and I can help. C'mon Clarke." Finn grasps Clarke's hand in his while the other lifts her chin to meet her eyes. "We can talk and grab plants at the same time. Multitask."

Clarke sighs and pulls away, her frustration taking over as she stands up and grabs her bag. At first Finn wasn't sure what she was doing until she tossed her bag over her shoulder and walked in the opposite direction. He calls after her but she ignores him.

"Clarke!" He runs up to her quickly and cages are in, using the tree to keep her still.

"Finn, let me go."

"Why are you ignoring me? I thought-" Clarke watches as Finn struggles with his thoughts, confused yet agitated all at once. "Please, Princess. Five minutes to talk this out."

Clark shakes her head rigorously in attempts to shove thin out of her way, But it was no use. It was as if she was pushing a brick wall. Anxiety only grew as he leaned in more taking away the last bit of personal space that she had.

"Finn we can talk later. Why do we have to do this right now?"

He doesn't give her a direct answer, instead his long floppy hair falls in front of his face as his head falls down, nearly resting on her shoulder. Clarke leans back against the tree the rough bark scratching her skin through her thin Ark issued jacket.

"Let me go."

"Princess-"

"No means no Spacewalker." Clarke abruptly looks to her left as she hears his familiar voice. She shouldn't be surprised but a part of her was.

Ever since Octavia had returned Bellamy had seemed more on edge than before. He was always leaving camp and wandering the woods alone, though how far she couldn't tell. But as far as she knew he didn't wander in this direction. A small part of her thinks that he could sense she was there. But the logical part of her mind knows that couldn't be true. They weren't friends, and definitely not close enough to where the other person could sense the other distressed. He could just hear their voices. That's the only logical explanation.

"We're just talking." Finn defends but the look in Bellamy's eye was far from accepting. He storms closer and shoves Finn aside, the strength of the push was so forced that Finn had fallen to the ground.

"Really? Because it looks like something else to me." He sneers but softens when he looks Clarke over. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Of course she's fine! I could have told you that. Nothing happened man, we were just talking!" Finn exclaims as he stands, brushing off the dirt and leaves from his clothes, only there wasn't a point to do so when he was knocked against a tree nearly seconds after he stood up, then tossed him to the ground.

"Bellamy stop! Bellamy!" She shouts frantically as she grabs his arm, pulling until he turns in her direction.

This is Bellamy, and while they may not get along half the time she knew he would never hurt her, and yet as he turns in her direction she jumps back startled. His movement is abrupt and sudden but it wasn't what startled her. It was his eyes. Clarke gasps and steps away as she stares into his once chocolate brown eyes that are now shining bright, almost golden.

"Bellamy?"

He doesn't say anything, instead he turns away, shoves Finn aside and takes off into the woods. For a moment Clarke is frozen but she shakes the shock away and attempts to follow Bellamy. Only she doesn't get far before Finn grabs her back.

She shoves his hand away and runs back to camp but of course Bellamy wasn't there, but Octavia was. There wasn't much Clarke could do right now, let alone think straight after what she has just witnessed. It was like something she's never seen or heard of before, and it didn't help that she had no access to the Arks database. Her only hope was that a native to the ground may have information. And there was only one grounder she knew of that may be able to help- the man that rescued Octavia.

It doesn't take long to find the young Blake and get her alone. The only privacy anyone could have was outside the camp in a safe area. Confused as to why Clark was bringing her outside Octavia refuses to walk further until the issue at hand was addressed. Stubborn Blake's, Clarke thinks as she sighs.

"Look this is going to sound strange and I know you shouldn't be walking on your ankle for long distances but I need to ask a favor."

"A favor? What kind of favor Clarke?" The brunette raises a brow as she crosses her arms over her chest, the action remaining Clarke very much of Bellamy. No matter how much Octavia acts out and denies it, she was more like her brother than she thought

"The grounder that helped you, do you trust him?" Octavia squints as she stares at the blond in front of her. Taking an obvious note that Bellamy wasn't with her.

"Why?"

"Octavia I'm being serious, do you trust him or not?"

"Clarke you're always serious. I'm pretty sure there isn't a fun bone in your body." Irritated the older girl groans and spits out,

"Somethings wrong with Bellamy and I don't know how to help! Can we trust this grounder or not, Octavia?!"

As the words spill from he lips the young one immediately stands straighter against a tree for support, her green eyes widening with both shock and concern. "Wheres Bell? What happened?"

"I don't know, he ran off." Having expected Octavia to do this Clarke gives her a quick run done of what happened between her and Finn before Bellamy stepped in. Belly was more irritated with Finn than usual and was more aggressive. Much more aggressive. Clarke described to Octavia what she had seen but by the look on her face Clarke knew she didn't believe her.

"Clarke are you high? Come on."

"Octavia I wish this was a joke but it isn't. I've never seen anything like it and we don't have access to the Arks Archives to do research. All we have are the grounders and only one so far hasn't tried to kill us!"

Octavia mulls over Clarke's words before confessing that the grounder could in fact be trusted. She also confesses that she's seen him several times over the last few days. He was worried about what happened to her when he left the cave and went out to find her. He checks on her almost everyday to see how she's healing. Clarke doesn't miss the obvious twinkly in the brunette's eyes as she talks about the grounder, but she bites back her smile as they walk.

"Just, try to not freak him out, okay? I don't have a way of telling him someone is with me. He kind of just... leaves me a hint he's around and we meet up."

"As long as he can help us with Bellamy, I don't care how we get to him."

Octavia leads the way through the woods to the area where the glowing butterflies always migrate during the night. It was here that she picks up a stray flower off the ground and looks through the trees. This was her sign. With a small nod in Clarke's direction they walk through the woods to their destination.

Clarke didn't care how many grounders she needed to talk to, she was going to find a way to help Bellamy.

Chapter 3

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Octavia led Clarke through a serious of paths for what felt like over an hour before they stopped in front of what seemed like an empty cave. However, as they entered, Clarke saw it was far from empty. There were furs lined on the floor, books stacked along the walls, crates stacked high, and a grounder with his back turned. His toned skin covered with black markings, the tattoos stretching along his entire back towards his chest, she notices as he turns around. He smiles as his eyes land on Octavia but quickly falls when he realizes she didn't come alone.

"I didn't come to fight!" She hurries as she notices his hand reach for something at his hip. "I need your help." The grounder immediately looks to Octavia confused but the brunette simply shrugs in response. "It's Bellamy, Octavia brother. He's different and I saw-" Clarke sighs and runs a hand over her face.

"What did you see?" He asks. She looks up and glances at Octavia then to the grounder as she finds the words to describe what happened. 

"His eyes. They changed. One second their brown and the next... they started to glow yellow, almost golden. I've never seen anything like it before and I thought maybe you could help us." She says in defeat. 

The grounder begins to pace up and down the cave, his posture relaxing from fight mode into worry. Both girls watch as he paces and listens to his heavy sigh. Not wanting to waste time Octavia bites the bullet and asks Lincoln directly what was wrong. For a moment he looks between Clarke and Octavia through squinted eyes before stopping and facing them head on, and nothing could have prepared them for what the grounder had to say next.

"It's a curse we thought long to be extinct when primfaya had destroyed the world. There were rumors that a select few had passed it down to their offspring, but it's been so long my people have written it off as a myth." 

"What kind of curse?" Clarke asks as Octavia takes Lincoln's place with the pacing.

"A curse given to man by nature. It has the ability to change a person into an animal, mentally and physically."

"But what would have triggered it?" Octavia inquired looking at Lincoln, but the grounder was looking in Clarke's direction. 

"He has to kill someone, doesn't he?" Lincoln nods, his head hung low as he mumbles a small yes. "Bellamy killed a grounder when we first landed. He saved my life."

"But he did kill them."  As Clarke nods up and down Lincoln accepts her answer. "Then this will be his first full moon transformation."

"Wait a full moon? Lincoln are you seriously saying my brother's a what? A werewolf?!" With his silence and lingering look Octavia shakes her head. "But how? Werewolves aren't real."

"They are but they're very, very rare. We thought they were extinct." Upon listing it the grounder Octavia stops pacing. "Until now at least."

"Okay, wait. I mean, were siblings, so shouldn't we both have the curse then? Shouldn't we have heard about something like this on the Ark?"

"Not necessarily." Clarke in puts at last. "You and Bellamy have different fathers right?" As Octavia nods Clarke continues, "Then you may not have the curse. Besides there weren't any moon phases on the Ark to affect anyone."

"Would that really matter though? The moon." Both girls look to Lincoln who shrugs his shoulders.

The curse was as old as time and a myth to those on the ground. The technicalities were a loss to him as it was to them. Of course most mythology was surrounded by the idea that someone with the cures would only change on a full moon cycle, but there were no moon phases viable on the space station. Not only would that make it difficult for women to change once triggering their curse, but the council would keep such news under lock and key.

Without proper knowledge on what to do it left the girls with no way to properly help Bellamy. Lincoln could you do so much with the little knowledge he had, but they could form a small plan. The rest would be dealt with later.

"First things first," Lincoln snaps them back to reality. "You need to tell him."

"Easier said than done, Linc. Bells missing."

"Missing? How?"

"Bellamy ran off after... what'll happen to him?!" he grounder takes a second as he listens to Clarke's words, only to furrow his brow when she stops.

"He ran after what happened?"

"He was picking a fight with one of the others and when I broke the fight he.. he looked at me and then ran." 

"And this isn't normal for him?" He asks.

If anyone would know the answer tot hat question it was the other Blake herself. While Clarke was somewhat friends with Bellamy and the two have grown closer, with a deeper understanding of one another, it didn't mean she knew him best. Not with the little things like his sister. Octavia does admit that her brother has always been a hot head. But had been different since they landed. Since he killed someone to save Clarke.

"The full moon is tomorrow. If he doesn't want to kill again, I suggest he use restraints."

"Like what? Rope?" Octavia asks, worrying setting in further as the grounder shakes his head.

"Chains. Silver chain."

"Doesn't silver hurt werewolves?" Both Lincoln and Octavia look in Clarke's direction with odd expressions. A mixture between confusion and disbelief. "What? I saw it in a few old earth films." She shrugs.

"It weakens them, but doesn't kill them." He clarifies. "I can get what you need by tomorrow night. But you'll need to meet here before sundown. To be safe he needs to be locked far away, from your people."

It was with this that the reality of their situation had started to set in. Clarke and Octavia knew what had to be done now but that didn't make their mission any easier. Now that they knew what they were up against they needed to make a plan, and fast. With the full moon quickly approaching they were limited on the amount of time they had to prepare. But first they needed to tell Bellamy, which in reality wouldn't be the hardest part. Getting him to listen and believe was.

"What... What do I tell him?" Clarke asks softly, her voice barely audible as her mind races a million thoughts per minutes.

"The truth."

~~~

The walk back to camp was quick but quiet. The girls keep chatting to a minimum besides their plan. first things first, they needed to find Bellamy, then tell him what they know. It wasn't going to be easy getting Bellamy to listen, even now the two young women had difficult believing Lincoln's worse. But in the end it all added up, it made sense. Now all they had to do was figure out how to convince Bellamy.

Clarke did worry it would be difficult to tell him, not only because the news was unbelievable, but they would need to find him first. But it seemed the universe had given them a helping hand after all. As soon as they entered the camp he was there.

"Bell!" Octavia shouts, waving her brother down. But what the young Blake hadn't noticed was that Bellamy already knew they were there. Clarke had caught his eye the moment she stepped foot into camp. Whether it was his heightened senses or curiosity of who was coming into camp she wants sure. All she knew was the moment they came back Bellamy knew.

"Where the hell have you two been!? I've been looking everywhere!" He scolds as soon as he's close enough.

"Calm down, grandpa. We were doing some research." Bellamy squints as he looks back and forth between his sister and Clarke, his arms crossing over his chest as he starts them down.

"Right. And you weren't, say, with that grounder?"

"Come on, Bell. He isn't bad!"

"He's a grounder! Which makes him the enemy."

Clarke looks down at the ground as the siblings argue. While she could see Bellamy's point of view she did understand where Octavia was coming from. Lincoln wasn't a bad guy, he was kind. Human even. He was civil once he was sure Clarke wasn't a threat and he was even helpful to them.  Clarke understand that they've had nothing but horrible interactions and runs ins with grounders, but Lincoln was different. He wasn't the enemy, but a friend. And maybe in the future, he could be an ally to help unite their people and end this war. But for now one problem at a time. Fist they needed to help Bellamy.

"Look as fascinating as this argument it were running out of time." Clarke states, cutting a sharp look in the young brunettes direction.

"Clark's right. The full moons close."

"Full moon? What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"Bellamy-"

"You're a werewolf so it affects you." Octavia cuts to the chase, interrupting any small talk or explanation as to what he was.

While Clarke would have liked to ease him into the idea she should have known Octavia would have ripped the band-aid off quickly to get it over with. The sooner he knows the sooner they could explain everything and prepare. But it seemed Bellamy wasn't at all convinced given the surprised laugh coming from his lips.

"Right, okay. How many Jobi nuts did you get a hold of?" Bellamy questions looking back at the camp. "Monty said he got rid of them all but now I'm not so sure."

"I'm not high, big brother. You're cursed." Clarke watches as the amusement slips from his features as he turns serious, worried most of all.

"Bellamy it's true, Octavia isn't crazy. Please just... listen." Bellamy looks away from his sister and turns to Clarke, face to face. In his eyes she could see the building, lingering anger, but something else passed it. Something she couldn't put words to. But she could tell he was listening. "Please Bellamy."

She notices his jaw clenching as he averts his gaze at her plea. He was fighting with himself, the logical tame side wanting to hear her out, and then the wild rebellious one fighting to accept the truth. The human and the wolf. She could see it now knowing what she knows, but it didn't make this any easier.

"Bell." Octavia shakes her brother out of his trance and gathers his attention, but the soft undertone is gone soon after. "For once pull your head out of your ass and just work with us here. What if something bad happens and you hurt someone's? What then!?"

Just as quickly as the flame of hope rose in Clarke's chest it was put out with the shake of Bellamy's head. The only sign the girls would get before he storms off, out of camp, and into the woods. Octavia scoffs and throws the hand in the air, put out by her brother's behavior.

"He's being ridiculous! What if what Lincoln said is true? Bell could kill someone!" Clarke rushes to shush Octavia shouts of anger and hastily grabs her arm to walk her in a different direction. A place much quieter and more private.

The last thing they needed was the delinquents knowing about Bellamy right now when they had a lot on their plates as is with building the cabins, walls, and stroking food for winter. Knowing about Bellamy would only interrupt the routine they finally established and built. Many would be confused and overwhelmed with not understanding. Others would question his leadership skills, along with his humanity. Until they had a grip on how to help Bellamy control his other side, the hundred couldn't know about Bellamy. Not yet.

"I'll talk to him, try at least. Maybe convince him to give it a shot and if nothing happens then... we'll make a deal. See who's right." Octavia sways on their options before sighing in defeat.

"Fine." With a single word left between them, young Blake moves through the camp and into the direction of the path to Lincoln's cave, leaving Clarke to follow Bellamy.

It isn't as difficult to find him as she originally anticipated it to be. Although they've grown used to hiking in the woods and leaving little to no trial, it didn't mean it was impossible to find someone when they really looked. Especially if they didn't have too much of a head start. Clarke finds a small trial not far from camp with the shape of Bellamy's boots. Careful she follows where they lead, hiking much farther from camp than she initially thought she would need to. A part of her had begun to lose any hope of finding Bellamy for the night and pushed her to turn back, but the other forced her forward. Her eyes left the trail and lifted up towards the darkening sky, a silhouette of the moon shining through the blue sky. It was almost full. 

Clarke's attention was solely focused on the rock in the sky that she wasn't paying attention to where her feet had stepped on the ground, leading her into a trap. She shrieks from shock as rope encases her, the net trapping her and lifting in the air without warning. She gasps and kicks at the netted rope, twisting her body to find a way out, but it was no use. Clarke was trapped.

"Princess!?" 

"Bellamy?" Clarke twists her head to look over her shoulder as she hears the familiar voice call out to her. She almost doesn't see him but his guard jacket was distinctive. "Bellamy!"

"Clarke what the hell." The blonde scoffs at his words as she kicks at the rope. 

"A little help would be nice." She snaps.

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a second." He replies, his voice sounding further away as he turns around. Clarke cramps her neck to see where he went, but finds no sign of him. Grumbling to herself she twists and turns more to lie on her back, and just in time. The net gives way making her fall through the air and hurtle towards the ground. She shrieks at the sudden movement and prepares herself to fall in the hard ground below, but the blow never comes. Instead her body is held against another with strong arms wrapped around her.

"Thanks."

"What're you doing out here, Princess?"

"Looking for you! What're you doing out here?"Bellamy raises a brow and gestures to the net and the spear he set against a tree, no doubt to stop and help her down.  She sighs to herself as she realizes he was hunting, Something shes noticed he does a lot lately when hes frustrated. No wonder their food storage was piling up. More than half of the food they had was killed and collected by their leader himself. "Fair enough."

"Princess."

"You know why I'm here Bellamy, do you really want me to say it?" He casts her a glance making his answer an obvious no.

Clarke sighs as his demeanor changes with the new subject being brought up again. She understood why he didn't want to talk about it, but they needed to have this conversation. It was life of death, and it affected them all if what Lincoln said is true. For both Bellamy and the hundred. Before Bellamy could walk off and ignore Clarke's attempt to explain the plan she stops him with a deal. If he's right she'll never mention the werewolf topic again and she'll stop complaining about his tactics for running camp. For the first time in weeks Bellamy looked both amused and happily annoyed. 

"Really?" He scoffs. "Those are the terms?" 

"Well then what'd you suggest?" His demeanor shifts as he looks away, his voice deepening as he voices his own terms.

"I win? You stay away from Spacewalker. And O has to stay away from the grounder." 

Clarke knew she couldn't make any promises on Octavia's behalf, but staying away from Finn wouldn't be hard. Deal or no deal it wasn't as if they were close, and after the kiss mishap Clarke was in no rush to be close, or alone, with Finn again.  But to get Bellamy to agree to listen she accepts his terms no matter how ridiculous they seem.

"Fine, you have a deal. Now will you listen to the plan or do you want to wait for Octavia?" 

The look he throws her way is more than unimpressed. Having expected his reaction Clarke bites back the smirk pulling ta her lips and turns on her heels to walk back in the directions of camp as she gives Bellamy the run down of what they have planned for preparing for the full moon.  It'll be a lot of work but together they'd be able to make it as smooth as possible with no questions asked from the hundred and without making matters worse with the grounders. 

Although Clarke would never admit it, her main and only concern was Bellamy's well being in all of this. If the curse was as real and awful as Lincoln made it out to be, then Bellamy would suffer the first time. Maybe even transform into a different person completely after the wolf takes over. It isn't unheard of for someone cursed to change and let their wild side take over after feeling the high of their wolf sides. All Clarke could do was hope and pray that would never happen to Bellamy. 

They didn't need to know each other for long for her to see who he really was underneath. Deep down he had a soft side. He was a protector and a lover, not a fighter. He fought when he had to, and all his life he did. But there are moments Clare could see the real Bellamy, the man that was underneath. He was kind and filled with worry for those he cared for. A side of him Clarke hoped would never change.

The question that plagued her mind was who would win? Wolf or human.

Only time would tell.

 

Notes:

So... I split it in two again, as you can see this will now be 4 chapters. I hope you like the story so far! Feel free to comment and leave kudos! :)

Chapter 4

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The next morning Clarke knew something had changed the moment she saw Bellamy walking though camp.His jaw was clenched tight, his fists balled by his side, and his strides were long and fast. To anyone else it seemed he was having a rough day, that Bellamy was in a mood, but Clarke knew differently. Bellamy was in pain.

Lincoln had warned them that he may be this way. His body preparing to change at the moons peek to night, it made sense his attitude would be indifferent to everyone. Even the youngest of the delinquents. It's when Bellamy snaps at Fox that Clarke steps in and takes him away from camp. He didn't mean anything by it, she knows that, but the others don't understand. Before more questions could be raised, or Bellamy's eyes changed drastically, Clarke pulled him away.

"Princess, where are we going?"

"You need a break, okay. The last thing we need are the kids asking questions we can't answer yet." She ignores his scoff but stops when she realizes he's stopped following.

"Again with the werewolf theory? Clarke come on-"

"You didn't see your eyes, Bellamy. I did."

"I'm sure it was just the suns reflection. Out of the two of us, why am I the only one thinking logically here?"

Clarke chooses to ignore his comment and continue walking to the cave she and Octavia found that Lincoln said would work for the night. It was secluded and hide e enough to be missed by anyone who didn't know it was there. Octavia had met Lincoln earlier in the day to retrieve everything they needed and set it inside to be installed later. A task that would take both Bellamy and Clarke to complete.

Only when they enter Bellamy rolls his eyes at the metal contraption as Clarke set the pieces apart to assemble it. There were shackles, long chains, and bolts to hammer into the solid rock to keep the restraint in place. And thanks to Octavia there was a small backpack with supplies such as gloves for Bellamy, furs as blankets, rations, and water.

"This is ridiculous." he curses under his breath.

Clarke ignores his side comments and snide remarks as she sets up the chains, and hammers them into the cave. The pins were long and it was difficult to her them into solid rock, a task that would be easier with help. Halfway through the second chain she stops and sets the hammer down as she tries to catch her breath.

"A little help would be nice." she comments. Bellamy glares in her direction as she tosses the gloves towards him. He grumbles and yanks the fabric off the ground but stands to help. Only he doesn't make it far before he falls to the ground crying out in pain.

Without thinking Clarke jumps up and leaps for Bellamy, her knees scratching against the rocks beneath them as she hurries to his side. She could feel the heat radiating from his body through his jacket as she tried to help him sit up. He moans and grumbles as his body shakes. They didn't have any medicine or herbal plants to help with the pain, making this more difficult than she thought. Hastily she helps him out of his jacket and brushes the loose curls out of his face, only to fall back as his glowing eyes meet her own.

"Bellamy..." His fists ball at his side momentarily before he relaxes again, shaking off the residing effects from the shot of pain. Not even noticing the change in his eyes as they return to normal.

"What the hell?"

"We're running out of time." Clarke mutters. Not wanting to waste another second she rushes to finish grounding the chains to the ground. A task that moved much faster with Bellamy's assistance, and strength.

She looks up from her work every few seconds to check on him, taking notes of his he sweats through his shirt and shakes with pain. Clarke tries to avoid her eyes when he tosses his shirt aside and instead focuses on her work, only for Bellamy to take over her side and instruct her to unpack their things. For the first time since they arrived in the cave he wasn't arguing or grumbling complaints, Bellamy was helping. It was at that moment Clarke realized that he now knew they were telling the truth.

And that very truth scared him.

She turns her back to unpack a few items in the bag. The furs are left in the bag for later, what really mattered was keeping Bellamy hydrated. Clarke takes the canister of water to Bellamy as he finishes up and offers it to him but he refuses. She insists on trying again but Bellamy takes her wrist in his hand and looks into her eye. Gone were the dark brown orbs and in their place was the wild gold.

"It's time." He pants, shivering as another wave takes hold.

Clarke sets the canister down immediately and helps him with the locks, making sure the keys were inside the bag beside locking them up tight. She half expected Bellamy to crack a jab about keeping him locked up without checking for a key, his usual antics. But he was in far too much pain. The first break tore a scream from them both. For Bellamy it was pain, for Clarke it was surprise. His body twists in unnatural ways and all she could do was watch. Bellamy growls and shriek from the pain. Clarke cries silently as she sticks close by his side, wanting nothing more than to make it stop, but she couldn't.

"Clarke.." he whimpers as the sweat drips down his skin. Clarke rushes to him but he pushes her away as another loud crack echoes through the cave. "RUN!

"No! I won't leave you behind!"

"Princess... for once in your life... don't fight me. You need... to leave. Now!" He bites out his last word with an inhuman growl, his body hunching over with pain as he fists the cave floor.

"I'm not leaving you!" she shouts, her blue eyes glassing over as Bellamy cries out again. This time it was his spine.

She cringes and can't help but look away as his bone breaks and reshapes itself, bending in a way that was completely unnatural. It isn't until he weeps that she ignores his warnings completely and throws her arms around him, holding him with as much strength as she could. She expects to be thrown off of him or even scolded but Bellamy doesn't do anything of the sort. Instead he falls against her chest, his chest heaving as he tries to breathe through the pain. In the back of her mind she could feel his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her just as tightly as if to stay, even with his words telling her to do the opposite.

"Clarke... please. Leave."

"No."

"AHH!!" she holds on as he thrashes in her embrace, her own tears falling and painting the cave floor below them. "CLARKE!"

"I did this to you!" She cries, not giving him much room to pull away and look in her eyes.

His eyes were a glowing a bright yellow contrast to the darkness of the cave.. Their glow was almost golden, light and beautiful. But the pain was there, and it was more than his physical state that pained him.

"You killed the grounder to save me. This is my fault. You are like this because of me."

"Don't humble yourself princess." he tries but Clarke sees right through him. His harsh tone fell short. After these last few weeks of being on Earth Clarke has learned who the real Bellamy is, and a jerk who only cared about himself was not it. She ignores his attempt to push her away and instead reaches out to hold his cheek. "We're at war. This was going to happen no matter what."

Clarke's tears begin to stream down her cheek as his cries of pain echo through the cave. It hurt her deep within to hear Bellamy suffering through unimaginable pain. Her eyes shut close as her head is turned away. What hurt the most was that there wasn't a single thing she could do to help except be here. Her eyes open as his cries morph into growls only for her to yelp when Bellamy shoves her away, his strength forcing her across from him.

Clarke groans at the sudden impact against her back. She shakes her head as she looks up to find Bellamy, only he wasn't Bellamy anymore, he was a wolf.

"Bellamy?" She croaks as the blood in her veins runs fold. Her skin pals as the animal growled and sneered through the chains.

He lunges again and again fighting against the restraints. It claws  the cave floor and howls, the echo bouncing throughout the cave. Clarke gasps as he lunges again, this time lifting the chains from the ground. So much for silver weakling him she thought lamely as she stood on shaky legs. She ties to move out of his sight, maybe her presents was angering him, but she had no where to go.

Just as she reached the caves entrance the chains broke apart and the wolf was free. Clarke shrieks and dunks down as the wolf lunges in her direction, her body preparing itself for an attack. But it never comes. The cries of another's pain outside is the only thing she notices that makes her stand. Just outside the cave there was wolf Bellamy tearing apart a grounder that seemed to have found them. A knife fallen to the ground he no doubt intended to use while Clarke was distracted.

Backing away from the scene outside Clarke falls against the caves wall and descends to the ground, clutching her knees to her chest as she tries to block out the noise. She was way over her head and it seemed she didn't know everything there was to help Bellamy properly. He turned because he saved her, and he did it again only this time he wasn't human. What bewildered Clarke the most was that he protected her even in his animal form. He wasn't growling and lounging at her but the grounder making his way into the cave. He knew there was danger approaching and he saved her life- again.

Thought after thought swirls through her mind until a wet nose bumps against her hand. She jumps and whimpers but the nudging doesn't stop, it simply repeats. Only when Clarke refuses to look up does she hear a loud flop and feel soft fur against her arm. Daring to peek through her arm she catches a glimpse of a black wolf beside her, his fur ruffled and parts of his skin raw, no doubt from pulling against the sliver chain to free himself in order to protect her.

The wolf nudges her arms until it's able to lay its head on her lap, it's yellow eyes looking up at her shimmering blues. His tail moves side to side and Clarke couldn't help the sigh of relief as she realizes Bellamy's okay. That they're both okay.

Clarke doesn't move as she takes this time to let reality set in. What Lincoln had said was true, all of it. Bellamy really was cursed, and the full moon transformed into something else entirely. But what she hadn't expected was for Bellamy to still... Be Bellamy. To still have control and his humanity intact. From everything she's read and watches on the Ark, Clarke didn't know what to expect. Werewolves we're supposed to be a myth, a legend that parents told children in stories. It was meant to be entertainment; not reality. But here they were. Bellamy was a wolf and he was lying next to her with his small wet nose nudging her arm until she uncurled herself and relaxed.

Naturally she assumed he was making sure she was okay but then he stood and gently but into her sleeve, hugging until she was on her feet again. Curious Clarke let Bellamy lead her away and towards the cave's entrance. The first thing she notices is the child of the air and then the light of the moon reflecting down on the darkness of the ground. Looking up Clarke smiles slightly as the full moon glows against the clear night sky, the stars shimmering all around it, not a single cloud in sight.

A small gasp escapes her as her gaze falls and she notices the body parts shredded across the ground. Clarke jumps slightly when she feels a soothing brush against her leg but clams when she hears the whimper. The wolf gently bites at her sleeve and guides her inside. It surprised her that seeing the dead grounder isn't what bothered her the most, it was how Bellamy refused to look her in the eye. This is twice now he's had to kill a grounder on her behalf, and it wasn't fair.

"You did that, didn't you?" she mutters, kneeling and grasping Bellamy's fuzzy chin until his needing yellow eyes meet her gaze.

Bellamy can't speak in wolf form, that she knows, but she can see in his eyes he understands and she knows by the dimness in his eyes he felt guilt for what he did . For giving into the animal and tearing the grounder apart like a wild animal. Clarke understood why he did and she didn't want him to carry that guilt with him. Not now and not ever.

"I didn't even see them. Thank you. Again." she shrugs, a small smile on her lips as the wolf nudges her and lies down. "Tired?" he looks up at her unamaused and she chuckles. "Right, sorry. Makes sense I guess."

Wolf Bellamy bits and drags the pack from the cave wall and drags it to Clarke feet. Nudging it until it falls open. He nudges her hand with his nose before nudging the bag once more. Odd, she thinks. But curious she opens the bag and grabs the remaining contents. All that was left was the fur blanket and a few rations. Not sure what Bellamy wanted her to do she held the items in her hand and looks down at them, then to him. Bellamy makes a noise, a mix between a growl and huff, as he stands up again and slowly makes his way to her.

"Bellamy I really don't get it. Are you cold? Hungry?" She gestures to the items in her hand but doesn't get an answer, that is to say not with words. He takes the fur from her hand and sets it down before nudging his head to her hand right he food. "So you are hungry?"

Again Bellamy makes a noise of irritation as he sits in for of her. Only this time he takes the rations from her hand and sets it down by her feet and nudges it against her. At first she wasn't connecting the dots, that is until he looked between her and the food.

"Me? I'm not hungry." She argues but this was Bellamy, wolf.or not, he was as stubborn as ever. Not letting her refuse he takes the rations and nudges her hand with them, insisting she takes it. "You're not gonna stop until I eat something, are you? Of course not." She grumbles at the end, taking the food from him and sitting back down.

Clarke eats the food in silence and reads from the book Lincoln had found and lent them for the night. While she read and ate her food Bellamy lied back down next to her side, his body curled up in a ball of fur as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out. She smiled at the sight and brushed the back fur between his ears, biting back a grin as he whined and moved his head closer to her hand. Clearly enjoying the feel.


When the moon falls and the sun rises again Clarke finds herself warm and comfortable, but there is no sense of soft fur or any sense of wolf. Only skin. Confused her eyes flutter open to find the wolf gone and Bellamy returned into his human form- his very nude and natural human form at that. With a soft gasps Clarke slowly untangles herself from his side with a mission in mind to grab the extra clothing they had packed and start scavenging food for breakfast, but she only goes so far before Bellamy's arm wraps around her waist and pulls her closer. She stills all movement as he moves around and makes himself more comfortable, his soft dark curls tickling the small patch of skin on her abdomen as the hem of her shirt rides up with the movement.

With her eyes shut tightly she thinks of what to do, but the more she thinks the more she comes to realize she can't move, not without disturbing him. Clarke knew that Bellamy had a rough night and he needed this. Giving in Clarke relaxes once more, settling in deeper once she reaches for their pack and grabs a blanket to pull over him. If she couldn't get up to get him clothes, she could at least cover him for decency. Once she's sure he's covered she leans back against the cave and looks out to the entrance. The sun hasn't risen completely, letting Clarke know it was still very early. A few more hours dozing off wouldn't hurt.

When she wakes the sun has risen to its peek while the air around was much warmer. Not only was it later in the day but the extra warmth and weight that once .. ... was now gone however the blanket remained. Only it laid across her lap instead of covering Bellamy. Clarke yawns sleepily and looks around, finding herself alone.

"Bellamy?" She calls out wearily, her gaze taking a quick look at her surroundings. Bellamy wasn't there but the chains tethered to the cave were. Including all of their belongings. Not getting a response back from her call Clarke stands and makes her way to the cave entrance, only to bump into another body. Her heart begins to beat loudly in her chest until a familiar hand reaches out to steady her arm. Clarke looks and finds Bellamy holding her steady.

"Princess, you're... awake. Hey."

"Uh, hey." she smiles softly as her eyes graze over his body, but all she finds is the tension in his posture. "How do you feel?" he looks down then up, a smile of his own rising. The first real smile she's seen on him since they've met.

"Good actually."

Clarke nods, glad he was feeling better. Maybe all he needed was to let out his inner wolf, to let go of the pent up regret and anger to finally be free- to be happy. It was a good look on him. Clarke only hoped the feeling would stay. Out of everyone she knew no one deserved happiness and a peace of mind more than Bellamy Blake.

"I caught breakfast. Hope you're hungry?" he says as he reveals two small rabbits from his hand. As if on que Clarke stomach grumbles making them both laugh.

"Yeah, I am actually." They get to work on prepping their breakfasts, each with a rabbi of their own. Bellamy helps Clarke skin it first before gutting, cleaning, and seasoning with the few herbs Clarke had on hand in her bag before they roast them over a small fire. The pair eat silent at the start but Bellamy breaks it with a shy clear of his throat.

"About last night-"

"It's okay." Clarke hurriedly interrupts. "You don't have to-"

"I do, Clarke." He insists, his hand inching closet to.her own until she clasps them that her, he skin much warmer than she remembered. "Thank you for everything. I thought you and O were crazy but now...""

Bellamy you don't have to thank me. I just.. didn't want you to have to go through this by yourself." She confesses, squeezing his hand tighter, mailing as he dunks his head shyly. "Besides it's my fault you had to."

"Hey," he pushes, "What I said last night still stands. We're at war. Someone's blood was going to be on my hands eventually and this was going to happen no matter what. It's not your fault princess."

Clarke looks down, her eyes falling to their hands, only to look up when she notices Bellamy shifting closer. The year from his body radiating like waves on an ocean. She tried to sit up straighter, to give him space, but his grip only tightened her hand as his free one gently caressed her cheek. For The first time since being on the ground Clark is completely and utterly at ease. She leans against him and he leans his chin atop her head, holding her tight against him as her scent fills his nose. Smiling at the scent he mutters into her hair.

"I am grateful, though, that I didn't have to do this alone. So thank you."

Clarke feels her cheeks heat at his words, but rather than fight it she falls into his arms and snuggles deeper into his embrace. No matter what the future holds for them Clarke knew it would be alright as long as she was with Bellamy. Together.

 

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