Their homemade rockets shot into the sky, blazing beautifully, and Clarke hoped the Ark would see their signal, would call off the meaningless death of 300 people. It was the only chance they had of contacting those on the Ark since Bellamy had destroyed the radio on Raven's pod.

Damn it, Bellamy, she thought to herself, and she looked at him questioningly. He saw her, but turned his head toward the ground, not making eye contact. Near him Finn and Raven held hands, looking up toward the red sky. Clarke felt a twinge of guilt and anger. How could Finn do this to me? How could he do this to Raven? she thought.

Once the rockets had passed, the group starting heading back to base camp. Once there, Clarke sat down by the campfire, staring into the flames. The hope of the rockets that had given her a touch of joy had now settled back into heartache. Around her other kids were chatting happily, inspired by what had passed that night.

Someone sat down next to her and presented a bottle. Clarke looked next to her to find Bellamy.

"I'm sorry about what happened today. I know I made a selfish decision, letting self preservation get in the way of doing what was right," he said to her. "Will this peace offering help at all?" said Bellamy.

"Better than nothing," said Clarke gloomily, accepting the bottle. She drank from it, coughing a little. Jasper had made some strong hooch. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She was still angry with Bellamy, but at least the drink would subdue the emotional pain she was experiencing after she learned that Finn had a girlfriend.

"Want to take a walk? You look like you could use some company" said Bellamy.

"Ok," said Clarke.

Bellamy offered her a hand to get up, but she refused, getting up on her own. They walked down a path near camp.

"So what's going on with you and Finn?" he asked as they walked.

She sighed. "Nothing anymore. Now that Raven is here."

"You're better off this way. Spacewalker didn't seem worth your time," Bellamy said.

"Oh, like you're one to judge," said Clarke testily, taking another swig of the hooch.

Bellamy was silent for a moment, taking the insult.

"Bellamy, what were you thinking today? If we had been able to reach the Ark, hundreds of lives would have been saved. Now we can only hope that they will see our signal," said Clarke, turning to him, stopping him in his track.

"I didn't know," said Bellamy quietly.

Clarke shoved him in the chest. "Those deaths are on your head."

"I know!" yelled Bellamy, no longer passive.

"You're a terrible leader. You think you can lead us? All you do is think about what you want, what you need," said Clarke.

There was a rustling in the bushes nearby. Clarke and Bellamy stopped talking, searching the forest. The sound drew nearer. In a panic, Bellamy threw Clarke onto the ground, protecting her with his body. On the ground, they saw a deer pass by, with two heads as a result of the radiation that had poisoned the forest. The deer hurried past, continuing on into the dark undergrowth. Bellamy sighed in relief. Clarke rose to sit against the trunk of a nearby tree.

"Thanks," she said unenthusiastically to Bellamy. He sat down next to her and snatched the bottle.

"You're welcome," he responded, swallowing a gulp. "Can't let the Princess get killed by whatever is out there."

"Don't call me Princess," retorted Clarke. The alcohol was getting to her head, making her feel pleasantly warm and relaxed.

Bellamy looked at her, smiling. Clarke laughed despite his irritating comment. She shoved him again, but more playfully this time. Before he really understood what he was doing, he took her face between his hands and kissed her.

"Bellamy, what the hell!" she said, pushing him away. But before he could respond, she grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back toward her, kissing him feverishly. What the hell?! she thought again to herself. But it felt good, his soft lips against hers, and it was her own way of revenge against Finn.

Bellamy lifted her against him and Clarke's legs wrapped around him. She bit down on his lower lip.

"Ouch," he said against her.

"Shut up," she whispered back.

He pinned her against the tree and his lips trailed down her neck. Clarke moaned. His fingers moved down her body, one hand holding her ass, the other rubbing between her legs. She tugged his hair and kissed him deeply.

In the forest, something moved, alarming Clarke and Bellamy. They separated.

"We should go back," said Bellamy.

"This wasn't a good idea. We can't do this," said Clarke.

"Shut up," said Bellamy, kissing her again.

Clarke got up and walked toward camp, Bellamy following in her steps.