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Third Person POV

Octavia and Scarlett sat leaning against each other near the bottom of the ladder waiting for any opportunity to see the Grounder

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Octavia and Scarlett sat leaning against each other near the bottom of the ladder waiting for any opportunity to see the Grounder. Bellamy climbs down the ladder and sees both girl sitting nearby.

"You're still here?" Bellamy questions.

"I'm not moving until you let me up there to see him."

"Get comfortable."

Bellamy looks away and then back at both girls.

"I let him live. Isn't that enough?"

"He saved my life, Scarlett's, and yours."

"I know you see it that way, but..."

"That's the way it is." Scarlett cuts in, her voice filled with disbelief.

"He's still dangerous."

"Only because of what you did."

"Whatever twisted connection you think you have with that animal, forget it. You don't get to see him. End of conversation." Bellamy turns on his heel to leave, but stops when Octavia questions him.

"Why do you even care if I ruined your life? You should want me to go up there. Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll kill me, problem solved." Scarlett takes a glance towards Octavia then turns her head to sneer at Bellamy.

"Octavia, you know I didn't mean that."

Clarke unaware of the tension between the three enters the dropship.

"Bellamy." Clarke begins before Bellamy cuts her off.

"The answer is still no. I'm not talking to Jaha."

"Hey, relax." Bellamy stops walking and turns to face Clarke.

"That's not why I'm here."

"What, then?"

"The Ark found some old records that show a supply depot not too far from here." Clarke explains.

"What kind of supplies?"

"The kind that might give us a chance to live through winter. I want you to go check it out. You could use backup so bring Scarlett with you." Scarlett looks from behind Bellamy at Clarke in disbelief, Clarke shrugging her shoulders innocently, although she knew exactly what she was doing.

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