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OCTAVIA HAD DISAPPEARED, AND BELLAMY WAS FREAKING OUT. It was the middle of the night when he burst into Ivy's tent unannounced, his breath heavy as he scanned the room just in case his sister had wandered into there.
"Have you seen Octavia?" he asked loudly, and she turned onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows as she rubbed her eyes and stared up at him in confusion.
"What the hell?" she muttered, wondering why he was in her tent in the middle of the night, after she had only gotten three hours of sleep, asking where his sister was. "What if I was naked?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, not sure how to respond since he had not been expecting that question. He stared at her blankly. "Why would you have been naked?"
"There's naked girls in your tent. Why are they naked?" she asked, and there was a moment of semi-awkward silence between them. He seemed shocked that she would ask such a question. Neither of them moved for a moment until Bellamy spoke again.
"Fair point. Let's go," he told her, and she groaned loudly as she climbed out of her sleeping bag and pulled on her jacket before hading outside to help him wake everyone else up. She stood next to him as he announced, "Hey, everybody, gather around and grab a weapon. My sister's been out there alone for 12 hours. Arm up. We're not coming back without her."
Clarke reached forward and grabbed Jasper's arm before he went to grab a weapon, assuring him that no one was expecting him to do this, even Bellamy. "Hey, Jasper, you don't have to do this. You haven't left camp since we brought you back."
"I need to do this," he told her, shaking his head. He needed to not only prove to himself and everyone else that he was not scared but also to Octavia that he could save her.
"We need all the people we can get," the Blake boy pointed out, happy that they had someone else to help. "We need a tracker. Finn. Get out here." He yelled to the boy sitting in his tent with Raven, and after a moment, when there was still no response, he shouted again, "Finn, we're leaving."
After a moment, they heard a sigh, and the Collins boy appeared with much shorter hair than before, his girlfriend trailing behind him. "All right. I'm coming." As Raven walked ahead, he grabbed Clarke's arm and pulled her back to face him and began talking in a low voice.
