The Ground *a series of BELLARKE fanfics*

*The Past is Dead*

After the remaining 48 are rescued Clarke and Octavia get into a conversation about the old 100 and the things that happened. When Bellamy sees Clarke something happens.

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"C'mon, Clarke." Octavia passed her a flask full of Monty's moonshine. They sat together looking around Camp Jaha and the order of it all. They were leaning against the ship on the ground. Knee's folded. Octavia had her own flask.

Clarke sighed and grabbed the flask, she took a quick sip. The last time she drank was with Wells and Finn in the car during the acid fog. And now they were both dead. She might aswell drink to them both. 

"Do you remeber the days when Bellamy would walk out of the dropship shirtless with two girls on his arm?" Octavia broke the silence. "Or when we had a wood wall and our own order. When we didn't have to listen to anyone. When you and Bellamy were our leaders without anyone having to say it?"

Clarke looked over at the younger girl. "Ya. I miss that. But the past is dead. And we have to keep the future alive right."

Without aknowlaging her words Octavia nodded. "Bellamy stirred up trouble at first and Murphy was his right hand man. And do you remember when people taking off their wristbands was our greatest concern." Octavia laughed and threw her head back on the metal of the ship. She took a swig of the moonshine and leaped to her feet. "Do you remember 'Whatever the hell we want?!'"

She pulled Clarke up and started to chant. "WHATEVR THE HELL WE WANT! WHATEVER THE HELL WE WANT!"  She started to dance around and all the other 100-including the recently saved 45 started chanting aswell. 

Clarke smiled and joined in. She danced around with Octavia and everyone who remembered chanted. They yelled out anything they remembered. 

The Arkers looked at the teens. Confusion soaked them, but they kept screaming. 

"WRISTBANDS OFF!!" Jasper called out. 

"WE'RE BACK BITCHES!" Octavia recited. 

From the corner of her eye Clarke saw Bellamy. He had is arms crossed and he watched on with an amused little smile playing on his features. Clarke smiled and shouted out to him. 

"WE MAKE THE RULES!" He smiled and started to walk to her. 

When the were close enough they shouted together, "WE DON'T DECIDE WHO DIES!"

Bellamy stared at Clarke. Suddenly serious. "Looking at you, Princess."

His hands touched her waist and pulled her towards him, "What's wrong with a little Chaos?"

"Absolutley nothing." Clarke said. And with that Bellamy Blake finally kissed Clarke Griffon. 

And they may not have noticed it but everyone started cheering as opposed to shouting. 

Because they all knew it would happen.

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