He was here.
He was here.
He was here.

She was running through tunnels, they had come to save them, they had saved them. Finn had found her in quarantine and told her as much as he could before he feet moved of their own accord.

After she knew their dirty little secret, they had told everyone she was sick and contagious and locked her away. No one had wanted to visit her anyway, in the days of solitude, after she gave up her escape attempts, fingernails torn and hands bloody from clawing at the walls, Jaspers words had echoed around her brain.
Without Bellamy she had gone back to being the princess, the most hated person in the world it seemed. They balanced each other out and one without the other was useless as a leader. But they didn't need her as a leader any more, that didn't mean she could just turn it off, a switch had flicked inside her long ago, she feared she could never leave without constantly being in survival mode. The only other person like that wasn't here, everyone thought he was dead. She needed him, more than she'd thought, she'd realised curled in a ball, trapped like an animal in a cage.

She knew he would find her, everyone had said he was dead, but she hadn't believed them. Maybe for one moment, one sleepless night in those uncomfortably comfortable bunk beds she had let herself consider the idea. It was the first and only time she had cried in Mount Weather. It had felt like part of her had died, like she'd never be whole again. Like she'd never win everyone back. Like she'd die here and after everything, it'd be for nothing, as no one. But when she started crying, she just knew, there was a niggling sensation inside her, the part missing, it wasn't missing, just lost. It felt temporary, maybe she just wanted it to be true so badly, she was tricking herself, but she had resolved that night that he wasn't dead. That he'd come and save her, he'd get the be the knight in shining armor for once and he's save the princess.

He feet echoed loudly as she made her way down the seemingly never-ending white corridors towards the voices, towards where Finn had said they were. The heaving of her chest hurt, she could feel the exhaustion from the lack of food and exercise she'd been permitted to do in the last week but she pushed through. Her feet had pins and needles from how heavy she was running, the thud-thud of her footsteps and he heavy pants the only warning of her approach.

She crashed into the room and suddenly all eyes and guns, where on her, but she didn't seem to even flinch, because the first to spin and aim at her head had been him. She was panting even harder now, their eyes locked as he seemed to lower his gun in slow motion. She didn't even hear the whisper of her name fall from her mothers lips and break the weighted silence in the room. No one else dare speak, no one knew what to say. Abby expression fell as she received no reaction but she looked between the two and he expression soften. She knew he had been the one to send. Knew he would be the one to get her little girl back to her, so she fell silence too, she had all the time in the world now.

In those fiery brown eyes, the flecks of gold in them seemed to ignite and they burned straight through her. His face was at first a mask of shock and all those his eyes burned with unspoken and unreadable emotion, that trademark smile fell perfectly into place and Clarke suddenly felt like she was home. But he was too far away, she needed to feel him, needed to touch him and inhale that heady scent of earth, dirt, musk and something distinctively Bellamy. Clarke's breathing was heavy and her legs shook as she stumbled forward, she didn't even know what to do, she'd waited so long for this moment and now she was stunned. So she let her body move of its own accord, she attempted to make it to him but her legs gave out before she could. She squeezed her eyes shut waiting for the impact, but it never came. Strong arms had wrapped around her and the only impact she felt was coming into contact with Bellamy's hard chest.

"Hey Princess," he huffed out and she could hear the smirk in his voice.

She let a small smile play at her lips as she relaxed into him. A wave of that smell washed over her and she felt dizzy, inhaling deeply she didn't open her eyes, she needed this just for a moment. Needed to feel the heat from his body seep into her, his smell blur her mind, needed him to just be real. Suddenly, she felt so tired, she knew she was safe now, she could rest, rest like she couldn't before, because he was here. Her eyes didn't reopen.

Bellamy awaited her response, he felt her smile against him and relax closer to him. His first spark if happiness in months turned into alarm, when he felt her fall limp in his arms. He swung his leg under his arm and he was cradling her. He could see her face now, see what he couldn't from far away, the worry lines, the sunken dark eyes, the greyish colour her skin was tinged. Gone was the Snow White complication with those fiery, always blushing cheeks. She looked so lacking of life but most of all, he couldn't see the fight he'd been so desperate to see and suddenly it kicked in again. Awareness. Authority. Protection.

"Miller, get her food, water, immediately." He barked as he moved across the room to a plush looking sofa and gently laid her unconscious body down.

That's when he saw her hands and without his permission his own hand reached out and gently lifted them for a clearer look, a more up close inspection he didn't want to see. And once again the orders came barking out.

"Abby. Get over here. Look at her hands!" She was at his side immediately.

He turn his attention to what was left of the hundred then, he could feel the disgust openly displayed on his face. They were gathered around them, flocking to their true leaders once more. Miller had stood by bios side after leaving the food and water with Abby.

"You turned your back on her." That was all it took, many people hung their head in shame, unable to face the unrelenting and unforgiving famous Bellamy Blake glare.

"She would have done anything for you all. She knew, didn't she? She told you what they were doing? And you turned on her and for what? Comfort and pleasure from a group of sadistic psychos worse than reapers and grounders put together!" He let no emotion slip into his voice, just like before he was barking out authoritative drawl.
A few people in the crowd had the decency to cry, others still couldn't even look at him.

"Look at her." They shook their heads. He flipped over a table, the emotions slipping out. He could hear her in his head, trying to reel him in. The crowd jumped and looked over to her, pity and regret in their eyes.

"I wonder, was it worth it?" He spat out, not expecting one of them to answer.

There was silence.

"Finn. Miller. Set up groups. Gather all the supplies we can, then find a way to barricade this place up so we can come back for what we can't carry." He shut his eyes and rubbed them, a heavy huff leaving his lips. He could hear them nod.

"And if anyone complains or you overhear anything that even sounds like a complaint, you send them to me? Clear?" He knew he was being harsh, but that was him without her, they knew that, they knew he needed her to lead them and yet they had let her almost die.

When he turned back to her, Abby had already cleaned her hands and was bandaging them, Bellamy dropped to his knees next to her. He reached out to brush back the hair from her face and hesitated, too scared to feel the greyish, clammy cold skin.

"Princess, I need you to wake up. I can't lead these idiots by myself. And we can't let the ark lead them, they'll get everyone killed with their pigheadedness."

Bellamys voice was hoarse, quiet and forceful but there was something about the way he spoke, the look in his eyes. It made Abby feel like she was intruding on something very intimate, all she had seen this boy be was a fiery ball of anger and rebellion but here he was, his hand hovering above Clarke's fave as though he was afraid to touch her, like she would break or disappear of he did. She kept her head down and got on with fixing her hands, she had already checked her over, she was fine, no fever, no strange rashes or serious injuries. Best guess was that she had just collapsed from exhaustion.

When he got no reaction he held his breath and laid his hand on her cheek, his thumb smoothing the skin there.

"Please, c'mon princess, don't make me beg. Wake up, just wake up and let me know you're okay." She seemed to stir slightly as his continued to stroke her face. He noticed and continues, the round pad of his thumb caressing her soft skin. "I'll carry you the whole way back if you just wake up and tell me you're ok, ok?" A small smile appeared on her lips and she unashamedly nuzzled into the hand that held her face.

"Promise?" She croaked out and he laughed, actually genuinely laughed, reaching for the water.

"Promise." He whispered, tears brimming his eyes. He was just glad that she was here, glad she was okay. And most of all glad that he didn't have to be 'him', they could be an 'us' again.

It wasn't the reunion either of them thought it would have been, but nothing was ever as they dreamed on earth.

This isn't beta'd, I wrote it on my train home on my notes on my phone.

It's a one-shot right now, but I might be convinced to continue it, hint hint, nudge, nudge.

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