Romeo and Juliet

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Are you sure it was in this direction?"

"Princess, I'm sure." He smiled, squeezing Clarke's hand. She was tired, as they had been hiking for nearly an hour now. "Do you wanna sit down for a bit?"

"I can still walk, Bel. I'm-" Suddenly, she grabbed her knife-wound in pain, allowing a quieted scream to escape her lips.

"Clarke!" He caught her in his arms, looking down at her. His face was one of worry and anger, knowing Clarke would just pass it off and try to continue. "We're taking a rest."

"No, everyone in a radius of one hundred miles saw that thing come down. It could have weapons in it, and if the grounders get those-"

"You think the Ark would send down weapons to one hundred criminals?" Bellamy asked, placing his hands on his hips. Clarke sighed, escaping from his arms and sitting on a nearby rock. "Thank you, princess."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just tired."

"Right there with you." A quiet spread across them and Clarke looked to Bellamy who was sat beside her. His face was one of wonder and she remembered how most of the day she forgot that they were on Earth... she never had had time to act her age. Being in charge was just so... demanding.

"You never told me what you did when I was arrested. We always were focusing on me, I-I want to know more about your life, Bel." She smiled, caressing his rough skin with her thumb. He looked at her, his eyes dark.

"I didn't have one." He answered quickly, not meeting her eyes. He saw as two ants struggled under the weight of a leaf on the mossy forest floor. "Clarke, you are my life. Without you, I... I wouldn't have one. I didn't."

"It's funny, y'know? I tried to recreate your signature you made on the walls on the ceiling so I could see it when I went to sleep: so I could see you. I can't live without you, Bellamy. If anything was going to happen to you, I..." She droned off and looked him in the eyes, reaching for his hand and rubbing it.

"Hey, nothing's happening to me, Clarke, and nothing's happening to you." He edged closer to her, drawing his arm across her shoulder, keeping her small figure in his arms. "We're gonna be okay. You believe that, right?"

"I know you won't let anything happen to us. I love you." She whispered pulling him closer until their lips were dancing against each other, the sounds of birds around them the only sounds.

"I love you too, princess."

"... we should start going again." Clarke whispered after what felt like an eternity of bliss. She loved this, being hidden in Bellamy's strong arms while he pressed his lips to her forehead. His skin was callous and his cheeks were freckled. Clarke always loved that about him, how his freckles were their secret language.

As they trekked through the woods, they found... well, it. "Is that it?" Clarke asked, her voice a gasp. Before them was a metal pod, the words 'mecha' on the dusty side of the ship. It looked as if it were a hundred years old and the glass functioning as a viewing glass was barely transparent. "Oh my God, Bellamy, there's someone in there!"

"Clarke, it-"

"Help me get this open, they could be hurt." Bellamy rushed over, breaking the door from the ship with ease, his muscles flexing. In the ship was a girl that looked around Bellamy's age, her head doused with blood from an open cut. She was dressed in the suit of a spacewalker mechanic above on the Ark. "Oh my God..."

Bellamy tried to look surprised, but he'd already seen this girl when he broke the radio... he felt so selfish about it, but the thought of Jaha hurting Octavia or Clarke... he didn't regret it. "Hey, hey!" Clarke shook the girl, and soon enough, amber, hazel eyes met hers. "My name's Clarke, I-"

"Clarke?" The girl whispered, slowly pressing her fingers to her head. "Shit."

"You know my name?"

"You're Clarke. I'm Raven. Reyes."