Hell and Back (The 100)

24 - Depot

Clarke falls into step beside me. Her head nods forward at Bellmay, who decided to walk a few feet ahead of us. "Is there something going on with you two?"

"What?" I turn my head in her direction.

The three of us have been walking for a couple of hours now and this is the first time that any of us have bothered to try to strike up a conversation. Why is this the first thought in Clarke's head to talk about?

"You guys have been acting weird the past couple of days." Clarke tries to clarify.

"Well, you two did torture the Grounder. I thought I made it pretty clear that I wasn't happy about that." I remind her. I shake my head and pick up my pace to walk ahead of her.

Clarke's hand grabs my lower arm as she manages to keep up with me. "No, I mean the stolen glances and-"

I yank my arm out of her grasp. "Don't touch me." My voice drops down an octave in a threatening way. "There's nothing going on between Bellamy and myself. Even if there was, it would be none of your damn business. You're not the leader here. If you haven't noticed, everyone back at camp listens to the two of us more than they listen to you."

Clarke flinches back at my words. I scoff at her and walk forward. Bellamy didn't notice that the two of us stopped. He's still walking up ahead. I hike my backpack over my shoulders better. I had grabbed it on my way out of camp.

I reach Bellamy, who seems to have stopped walking once he reached an opening in the trees. I stand beside him and look over the grass.

"You know, the first dropship is gonna come down soon." Clarke stands on the other side of Bellamy. Her neck tilts backwards to see Bellamy's face better. "Pretty sure you can't avoid Jaha forever."

"I can try." Bellamy replies.

I roll my eyes. I begin to walk down the small slope towards the open land. "The depot is supposed to be around here somewhere." I call back to the two of them. "There's got to be a door."

They both choose not to respond back to me.

"Maybe he'll be lenient." Clarke offers.

"Look, I shot the man, Clarke. He's not just gonna forgive and forget." Bellamy states with annoyance laced in his voice. "Let's just split up, cover more ground." His voice turns to a soft shout. "Wren, stay within shouting distance."

I keep my back to them as I begin to search. I simply hold up a thumb in the air to let him know I heard him. Should I have gone off on Clarke? Probably not, but her voice was, like, a nat flying around by my ear. No matter how much you swat at it, it always comes back.

Why would she even think that something is going on between the two of us? Everyone knows that we hate each other. All we do is constantly fight. I mean, Bellamy has a bruised cheek because of me.

"Wren, Bellamy!" Clarke's voice shoots through the air.

My head snaps up to search for Clarke's blonde head. She's only about twenty feet away.

"Over here." Clarke shouts. "I found a door."

I meet Bellamy's gaze from where he stands not too far away. The two of us desert the areas we were looking in to walk over to Clarke. Clarke's hand brush away at some dead grass to reveal two metal bars attached to a door.

She tries to lift the door open, only to fail. "I think it's rusted shut."

I jump down from an old tree branch and land on the ground beside Bellamy. Bellamy holds out an arm to keep me from falling over when he sees me begin to slip. The grass beneath my boots slide out of the way and nearly makes me fall. My hand wraps around Bellamy's wrist to stable myself even more.