May We Meet Again

Part 4

•Clarke•

I wake up on the ground, I'm shaking, wet and freezing cold. I sit up and I can see my breath puff out in front of me. The tears had practically frozen in my eyes, and it hurts to blink. I look at the sad excuse I have for a fire, or had, in this case. I will myself to stand, and get some wood. My stomach grumbles and I feel like it's trying to eat its way out of me. I find some twigs and a few broken damp logs, throw them on the frosted coals from last night, and I used the matches I found in my pocket to start a measly fire. It gave off heat, and kept me warm- I'm not picky.

Two hours later....

It's been what.. fourty some hours with out food now? I can barely walk and I don't even know which way left or right is. I would go back to Camp Jaha if I could, but I would only get more lost, if that's even possible.
Bellamy.
That's better.. my stomach grumbles a little less.
Bellamy.
My mind clears up a bit, and the corners of my mouth turn up a little.
Bellamy.
Bellamy.
Bellamy.
Bellamy.

Then, I felt myself falling. I close my eyes, and the last thing I see is the green, frosted grass, rushing up towards my face.

>>Bellamy<<

She stares at me like I'm insane.
"And how, may I ask, would killing you get my daughter back?" I roll my eyes.
"Oh my god, I don't mean actually kill me. I need you to help me fake my death." She stares at me, like I just told her that I was actually a girl.
"Again, how would that help get my daughter back?"
"I will pretend to be dead, you say all of complicated medical reasons for my sudden death, and then we'll send out Jasper to go find her. Once she thinks I'm dead, she'll have to come back."
She begins to nod, but then shakes her head.
"Bellamy.. you will have to tell her your not dead, and then she will leave again." she thinks for a minute. "Woah woah- she could be miles from here- how will we-"
"Raven." I interrupt.
"What?"
"She told Raven she was going to leave."
"And?"
"She had a tracker in her pocket that she and wick had planned to use on a guard in mount weather. She slipped it into Clarke's hood when she went by on the walk back." Abbey begins to nod, then smiles.
"That could work." I grin.
"It's gonna work."
After a little while of working out the details, we decide that to tonight we will meet, and they'll find my "body" tomorrow. Serveral people will be in on it, to make things easier. I eventually get up, and start to hunt for Jasper.

|| Jasper ||

She's gone. Dead. Rotting, on the floor with her dead people. I killed her. Wait- no, Clarke did. No.. It was Bellamy. Or was it Octavia?
I don't even know anymore, nor do I care. She's gone- that's all I know. The last thing I needed was Bellamy coming over and sitting next to me with this annoying grin on his face.
"Jasper?" He asks. I turn my head, my goggles clutched in my hands.
"What...?"
"You know about Clarke?" I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Mia had died in my arms, like fourty some hours ago. I don't want to talk about Clarke and her desperation to make things more complicated then they have to be.
"Yeah... that sucks man."
"I think I can get her back." I have to look up, because, as much as I just want morn silently at the moment, the idea of Clarke not dieing some where in the woods sounds really nice.
"How?"
"I need your help." Great. Job time. Why can't anyone just let me be alone and not do work for three seconds?!
"Uh- what do you need?" He leans in closer, and wispers-
"Tomorrow, they are going to find my body, and assume I am dead. Abby agreed to help me, and will get a team together to make it work. Of course, they're going to want to bury me, but we'll hold it off until Clarke comes back." I raise my eyebrows.
"How are we going to-"
"That's were you come in." He interupts. "Raven knew Clarke was going to go after they got back, so she slipped a tracker in her hood. Your going to track her down and claim that I am dead. I think we're fairly close enough for her to come back to my funeral." I nod.
"That could work- but, after she finds out your still there, she'll just run off again. We can't make her stay." He smiles sadly.
"Well, Jasper," he pulls a walkie talkie looking device from his Jean pocket and hands it me, obviously what I would be tracking Clarke with, then gets up and begins to walk away. "Every plan can't be fool proof."