The 100: The Princess and The Rebel Leader (Discontinued)

Chapter Two

The Princess               

I wasn’t surprised to see that it was Bellamy who’d be traveling with me on my trip to the bunker to get supplies. He didn’t know how to take a hint nor did he back down so easily when someone other than him gave an order and it a way that was exactly what I had done yet in fewer words. An extra food ration or two later, Bellamy was walking up next to me with a grim look on his face.

“Ready to go, Clarke?” He asked a pang of hurt running throughout my body. Where was the title of Princess? He’s always called me that since day one. I mean, yes, I know at one point in time I told him to not call me that but that was the fun of the nickname, him not listening to me and calling me Princess anyway. Why did he have to stop calling me that?

“Yes.” I whispered weakly with a nod as I followed a couple footsteps behind him into the forest beyond.

The Rebel Leader

It was all too quiet as we walked along a yet to be worn path. The bag I held strapped to my back felt like nothing compared to the heavy weight of the guilt I felt about Clarke and I’s earlier conversation. How was I to apologize for something like that without bringing on more hurt? And how would I apologize for leaving her along, leaving her the leadership position, without hinting to her that at some point I was going to ditch her in the middle of the night?

I looked over my shoulder, casing a look at the brave Princess whom I was traveling with but sighed heavily, I slowed my pace, she was falling behind. “Need a break, Clarke?” A pang of guilt flooded though my body at the sound of her name and not her nickname. I had to stop with the nickname, she would have to get used to people calling her by her name and not the ridicules name I called her. Although she may have that spacewalker calling her the one name I loved calling her.

“No.” Her tiny voice answered me. Why wasn’t her voice full of the confidence I was so used to hearing on her?

“Princess,” The word just slipped from my mouth as I turned to face her making her stop in her tracks. “What’s wrong?”

Her hazel eyes shone brightly as she looked up at me yet she just looked away from me before side stepping me. “I’m just worried about not being able to find the supplies that I need to care for the injured and sick. I’m also worried about your sister, I left her there all alone to do my work.” She cared for my sister?

“Don’t worry, O, will keep everyone safe. You don’t have to worry about her.” I reassured her as I followed her this time as we continued walking.

“You’re sister hates me doesn’t she?” Clarke whispered. “She kinda hates us both at the moment, am I right?” What was she talking about? And just as I was about to ask her what she was talking about it dawned on me. Octavia hated the two of us because of the Grounder. Clarke needed an antidote for Spacewalker and the only way we knew of getting it was torturing the Grounder. Clarke pretty much gave me the okay to start the torturing. Who knew the ruthless leader would have to consult his Princess for permission to do the things he did?

“She’ll get over it.” I told my Princess. My Princess, the one who kept this ruthless rebel leader from regretting the choices he makes. “We did what we had to do to save a life and as much as I would have loved that life to die, we need him.”

“Why do you hate Finn?” My Princess asked me casually, though I heard the concern in her voice. There was something between the two that I didn’t know about, nor did I want to know.

I gave a bitter laugh, not meaning to. “Who wouldn’t? He’s a cocky ass.”

“What like you?” Clarke turned to smirk at me as she walked backwards. “I think you can pull it off, unlike him.” And at her comment I smirked but it fell just as I saw My Princess begin to trip and fall.

The bag I held, dropped from my hands as I lunged forward to catch the small girl in my arms moving so that I was the one to fall on in the snare made by the grounders. As soon as one part of the snare wrapped itself around my arms it pulled me high into the air where I saw Clarke on her back staring up at me. I then reached with my free hand to grab the knife I held strapped near the hem of my jeans. I then cut the rope that held me captive before falling few feet to the ground with a groan.

“Are you okay?” Clarke asked softly crawling over to me before brushing stray hairs from my face. She was hovering over me checking to see how I was doing, I should be asking her how she is. “Thank you.” And at that she leaned down to kiss my cheek but I turned a second before she did so that it was her lips on mine.

My Princess gasped against my mouth giving me the opportunity to slip my tongue in just before she pulled away. My hand shot up to stop her, resting just behind her neck as I whispered. “I’m sorry about earlier, about offending you or making you sad. Whatever I did when mentioning Wells. That was low, even for me and I’m sorry about that.” My lips were barley brushing against her own as spoke. “Forgive me please?”

She brought her lips the rest of the way to mine whispering. “I know you didn’t mean it.”