Couldn't Stop Caring || Bellarke

Nine.

"Make sure you're at the gate in fifteen minutes. Anyone not here gets left behind!"

Clarke, Raven, Octavia, Emori, and Harper watched on with distaste as Jaha continued shouting orders around the bustling camp. They were packing the last of the food rations into bags ready for the journey. The tents had been packed, and the cabins were bare. They were ready to leave. Clarke tried to ignore the unsettling feeling that had worked its way into her stomach, putting it down to nausea and the baby. She rolled her eyes as Jaha commanded the campers to do various tasks.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" Raven scoffed.

"Thinking he owns the place," Octavia said, rolling her eyes.

"Technically, once we get to Arkadia, he will. It's his camp," Clarke sighed.

"Well, we're not at Arkadia yet. You and Bellamy are in charge here," Octavia said.

Clarke simply smiled at her sister-in-law. She didn't have the energy to argue about who was in charge. As soon as they stepped out of camp, Jaha would be in charge again, and Clarke had to accept that. They all did. But just because she'd accepted it, didn't mean she had to like it.

"Is he really expecting a group of delinquents, who he sent to earth to die, I might add, to follow his every command?" Harper snarled.

"He can dream on. He tried to execute my brother," Octavia spat.

"Because your brother shot him to get on the ship," Clarke chuckled. Although she had to admit, she was still anxious about what her husbands fate would be once they reached Arkadia.

"Minor details," Octavia dismissed, waving her hand.

They finished packing the last rations and brought them to the gate. Clarke looked over at the ever growing pile of stuff and wondered how they were going to carry it all. The journey to Arkadia was almost five days long by foot. Surely they weren't expected to carry all this stuff the whole way there? Another thought popped into her head as she looked around the gathering crowd.

"Has anyone seen Bellamy?" Clarke asked.

"Missing lover boy already?" Raven teased.

"No, it's just I haven't seen him all morning, not even around camp," Clarke said. The unsettling feeling in her stomach was growing and becoming harder to ignore.

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen him either," Octavia said, looking around the camp.

"I'm sure he's fine. He's probably with the other guards doing weapon checks," Harper shrugged.

"Probably," Clarke said uncertainly as she looked around again. She glanced down at her fathers old watch that sat on her wrist. "He's got seven minutes."

"We won't leave anyone behind Clarke," Raven said sympathetically. "Especially not Bellamy."

Clarke smiled a small smile at her friend. She was thankful for all the girls around her. They had become her family. They had always been there for her when she needed someone other than Bellamy. Octavia put a reassuring hand on her arm and smiled at Clarke.

"He'll be here. He won't let us leave without him."

"I know," Clarke smiled, but the unsettled feeling never left.

Raven and Harper suddenly looked worried as they looked at Clarke. Clarke flicked her eyes between the two.

"What?" Clarke asked, worried.

"Clarke, you've gone really pale. Are you alright?" Harper asked, stepping closer. They all seemed to move around her as if getting ready to catch something.