May We Meet Again #Bellarke

Captured

In which Bellamy shows Clarke an ounce of worry towards her safety .

 bellarke went out to check for other ship survivors until they were ambushed. 

pretend mount weather never happened. the 10 were not captured by mount weather. they were at the campsite when the ark fell. 

"Bellamy, you need to take them back to the camp." The ends of Clarke's gold tresses were stained dark, presumably from the blood of the grounders they had fought. She looked down to the three carcasses on the ground, and she realized she doesn't feel guilty. No remorse whatsoever.

"What are you gonna do?" Bellamy wondered why he even bothered to ask. He was almost certain he knew what she was thinking, that he knew her too well to try and stop her. He knows what goes on in the princess' head when she grinds her teeth or the subtle body language when she's so close to breaking from every single heart-wrenching pain, heartache and betrayal. He knows, because he wakes up screaming too.    

"I'm going with you," he offered. He kept a serious tone, and his eyes-piercing brown were locked onto Clarke's blue ones. They were determined. His hand was tightly latched to the strap of his gun, subtly gesturing for Clarke to make a move.

"No," said Clarke, pointing to the group of people behind a big willow tree, "You're going with them." 

Abby had ordered the finest warriors of the 100 to check for survivors of the crash, north of Arcadia. When they reached the campsite, there were a lot of crying. Many died, but a lot made it safely with little to no injuries. And then, the rogue grounders came with their futile attempt to attack. 

It was definitely an action-packed fight. 3 against 2. But the second Clarke pinned a grounder down, Bellamy took his spear and staked it into the grounder's chest. Bellamy beat one of the grounders to death while Clarke slit another's throat. 

The survivors hid and after, by the look of their cowering faces, Clarke could only scoffed, as she wiped the trail of blood on her cheek. 

"You put us down here and we learnt to survive. We learnt to fight. Next time, save your goddamn asses." Clarke bellowed to them.

"The hell I am," he shouted in a whisper. He had almost forgotten they were in the woods, inside the enemies' hunting grounds.  "Miller can handle them just fine," he fought back, "He knows the way back."

 Clarke shook her head. "Not the safe route. He's not used to the woods like you and me," she ushered him, "They need you, Bellamy."

"Give me a second," said Bellamy, his head hung low and his hands joined at his head. He gave a low grunt and then ransacked the fallen grounders' bags.  and proceeded to give Clarke one of the grounder's knives and a vial. He opened the vial and handed it to Clarke. 

She looked confused for a while and then he said, "Drink."

She didn't ask. There was no reason to. Bellamy would never harm her in any way. They needed each other. 

"The knives were poisoned," he said, as he put the cork on and threw the vial in the bag. "It was the same one Lincoln used to poison Finn."

"How did y-"

"I've made it my job to remember the smell of poison, princess." He smirked, only the way Bellamy would.