A/N: First fanfic ever on my end, so apologies for the crappy quality.

After contents under pressure – will probably stray from the show. If you like it, let me know, otherwise this will probably be a oneshot.

"Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things."

Those words had bounced off the walls that encased Clarke's thoughts the entire evening. The storm that had just hit was classified as a hurricane according to the ark, but they were safe, they had survived. The first space monkeys to return to earth and survive a hurricane, a moment that was all too bittersweet. The other 91 criminals worked furiously to put the camp back together before the moon rose, while Clarke let her mind wander amongst the blood stained room that she had been forced to call a med-bay.

Between the loss of a relationship and the thick smell of moonshine that had filled the tiny quarters her stomach couldn't help but do a summersault or two. She had accepted the fact that Raven needed Finn more than she, she had accepted the fact that her mother was responsible for the death of her father, hell, she had even accepted the fact that she was stuck playing pretend on a planet that would destroy her the second she gave in but what she could never accept was the fact that she was all alone.

Since the day the drop ship had landed on Earth it seemed everyone had a partner in crime. Clarke had Wells and Finn for a while, one of whom she couldn't fathom talking to because he had led her to believe that he had been responsible for the death of her father. The other had accidentally forgotten to mention the memory of a girlfriend that he had been clinging to, one that became all too real in a matter of days. Within ten days, Clarke had lost her best friend, her mother, and her attractive love interest to the cruel world that she had been forced to call home.

"We need medical supplies." Clarke yammered the words off to an unamused Bellamy while he supervised the re-positioning of the tents.

After the incident with Finn and the Grounder, Clarke was led to believe that a wall inside of Bellamy had tumbled. For the first time in days, they were able to understand one another. They were able to agree on a decision that compromised both of their moral views, and when it was all said and done, he was there for her with a few words of reassurance.

"Hello! Earth to Bellamy." Clarke took a step in front of the rebel leader, to block his gaze but her actions had gone unnoticed. Like the sly fox he pretended to be, Bellamy simply took a step to the right and continued staring ahead. "What are you-"

"I don't trust her." Without even blinking, Bellamy interrupted Clarke. It was as if she had been nothing more than the whistling of the wind on a cool night.

"Who? What? No. Actually, I don't care who you don't trust, we need supplies. Before someone else gets injured." Clarke took another step in front of Bellamy, crossing her arms to mimic his own body language.

The daily drama of Bellamy and his regime of girls had hardly ever crossed the mind of Princess Clarke. Why girls threw themselves at him, she would never know. Self-proclaimed leader of a band of criminally exiled teenagers hardly seemed to be a title to swoon over.

"I told Miller I didn't want her up there with the grounder but she has been in that drop ship for half of the day. She thinks I don't see it. Hmph. The grounder needs to go." Bellamy dropped his arms to his sides and took a step around Clarke, ignoring her once more.

"We need-" Clarke had raised her voice and placed a hand upon Bellamy's arm which proved to be successful in gaining his attention.

"Supplies? So I've heard but the grounder goes first. If you haven't noticed we're trying to put camp back together, we don't have time to go scavenging for medical supplies." He grabbed her by the wrist, squeezing lightly until her grip on his arm softened enough for him to step away.

"Are you kidding me? Within the past hour, three people have come staggering to me complaining about cuts and scrapes. We don't have a few days."

"Well then you better find a way to get us a few days."

A conversation with Bellamy felt similar to a conversation with the stars at night. The glimmer of compassion that had been exposed right after the storm, faded as quickly as it came. Clarke was exasperated. She was not a doctor but she became one because that is what she needed to be in order to survive; a doctor with a dwindling stock of things acceptable to be used for medicinal purposes.

"Fine. The next person who comes bleeding through the camp can get medical help from you." She pursed her lips and stormed off, not even bothering to check and see if Bellamy had been paying attention to her.

If Finn hadn't been cut by the grounder and suffocated with love from Raven, Clarke would have taken him away on an expedition for the supplies that she so desperately needed. Jasper, who had seen enough adventure for his lifetime, was in no state to go on a defiant mission for the well-being of the camp and Monty was needed for the communication with the ark. The only other person, Clarke would even think to ask to defy the rebel leader was Octavia. After all defiance was practically her middle name.

"Octavia, I need to talk to you." Clarke rested a gentle hand upon Octavia's shoulder.

The last time they had spoken was when Clarke had pulled out the bolt from the grounder's hand. Octavia had blamed her for the events that had taken place, as if she wouldn't have done the same for Jasper.

"If it's about the grounder you were torturing up there, I don't want to hear it." Octavia jerked her shoulder away from Clarke's touch.

Even within the safety of the drop ship, it seemed a storm was brewing. No amount of words was going to calm the girl who had once lived under the floor but that wasn't what Clarke had come for.

"It's about our medicinal stock. If we want to make it through a few more days until the ark can get to us, we're going to need to go scavenge around. After Jasper got injured, we found an old map in an automobile. According to the map there used to be a base not too far from here. I think it might have supplies." Clarke spoke in a hushed tone. The last thing she needed was to alarm the loyal servants of Bellamy.

"You just tortured the man who saved me and now you want me to go run through the forest with you?" Octavia turned on her heels so that she was finally face to face with Clarke. Just because she had lived under the floor for most of her life, didn't mean she was incapable of emotion.

"Neither of you will be in the forest. Octavia, I believe Jasper is looking for you. Clarke, a word." The deep voice, hovered over the two girls, belonging to the tyrant himself.

Octavia groaned, but without any defiance scurried out of the drop ship, leaving Bellamy and Clarke alone. Clarke was not in the mood for an argument. Everyone had been so busy trying to put their love lives together along with the basics of camp that they had forgotten the little things that had been keeping them alive.

"I wasn't asking for your permission." Clarke attempted to leave the drop ship, but this time Bellamy was the one preventing the conversation from ending.

"I'm not about to go on another rescue mission to save your ass. We've been rebuilding our home here if you haven't noticed. We're all tired and hungry. A group has gone out to hunt and tomorrow we'll send one out to this base or whatever to check it out. Got it?" He narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing her soul. The tension between them was thicker than the distance.

"Another day wasted is another opportunity for more to get injured. I'm leaving before the grounders get the chance to attack us."

"By yourself? You'll be lucky if you make it back without a spear through your chest."

"Then you better find yourselves a new doctor."

Clarke pushed past Bellamy and headed toward the exit of the drop ship. The idea of going out of the boundaries of camp alone sent a shiver of fear down her spine, a feeling she would never admit to. Deep down, her gut told her to turn around and wait a day but she had already spoken the words.

"If I get injured, I don't want some mediocre fool stitching me up. I'm coming with you. Besides, every princess could use a guard." The deep voice that consistently barked out orders throughout the day infused itself with flirtation directed toward Clarke.

While she had hardly found his comments amusing, the company would be greatly appreciated, not that she would admit it to him. Yet, in a weird turn of events, it seemed that they were going on an adventure together.