Author's note: It's my first story ever. In addition I'm warning right now that english is not my native language and I've never studied it, so I'll blame any grammar and spelling mistakes on poor texts of some songs, stories and movies:) Feel free to point out these mistakes but don't be cruel about it. I wouldn't even start this fan fiction if there were enough of Bellarke stories to read in the first place.

The sun has just risen above Shenandoah Valley and Bellamy Blake has woken up to face a new day. Last evening was very emotional for him. Partly he wished that Clarke hadn't seen him so broken, but he trusted her not to tell anyone of what has happened. He was a leader and everyone should see him as a tough alpha male not a broken, emotional one. She listened to him, comforted him, said that she needed him. It was the first time someone admitted to needing him. Even Octavia whom he protected since she was born took his safeguarding actions as axiomatic and most of the time she seen them as an unwanted attention. Leaving the camp yesterday Bellamy was sure that he'd never see his sister again but Clarke made everything better, as mawkish as it sounded. Her forgiveness wasn't enough to slay his demons, but it made him feel lighter and have hope. Her convincing him to go back to the camp has turned out so much better than he thought. He was pardoned for his crime by the Chancellor Jaha, the very man he tried to kill. All these events caused him to sleep alone that night. He didn't need the stress reliever in the form of one or two willing girls.

Bellamy got out of the tent.

"Miller come here. We have to talk." He called the guy by the fire.

"Sure. What is it?" Miller approached him.

"I want to go with 3 guys to Berryville. We need to get more guns, bullets and search more thoroughly. Maybe we can find something else to help us survive the winter. I want you to prepare some kind of shooting range so the people won't shoot someone by accident in the camp. Then you can start training them in small groups. Rix and Luca also know how to handle the guns so there's only four of us." Bellamy answered having planned it all out before falling asleep the previous night.

"Yes sir."

"Also have someone to watch over Octavia. She denies it but I'm sure she was the one who let the grounder free. I don't want her to do anything stupid again." Bellamy said shooting a look at his sister, who just gave him a pissed off look from afar and turned her head away.

"I'll take care of it." Miller was still mad at the girl for her stunt so he'll make sure to have someone trail her every move.

It took a whole day for Bellamy, Kirk, Neville and Indy to runsack the bunker in Berryville. He was pleasantly surprised by what they've found. In the other part of the bunker was a living section which was more disgusting than what he'd seen yesterday but they took more blankets from there, some usable clothes and 3 med kits.

Oh Clarke's gonna be ecstatic about that. Bellamy thought with a little smile on his lips. Then the smile disappeared when he thought of the way she'll react to not taking her with him on that particular trip, but he wanted to distance himself from her. He had felt a bit too much when she was so close to him yesterday while learning how to shoot. She had feelings for the Spacewalker and Bellamy didn't feel ready to have any kind of deeper relationship anyway. Clarke wasn't a girl up for a simple tumble in the sheets so it was a hopeless case. It will be better if they remain in an almost-friendly co-leadership status they have achieved.

In the far corner of the bunker was some kind of workshop, so they took some tools such as axes, hammers, saw and nails. Everything was more than a little rusty but they still could use it. And get this...there was a small storeroom with a shovel and seeds. He took the shovel. Seeds would have to wait. The was a lot of it but after such a long time they would be lucky if anything at all would grow from it. Maybe they could find a way to grow their food but with the comming winter they had a lot of time to figure out a what could be done in that area.

After packing everything up they were set up to go back to the camp.

Walking through the gates Bellamy saw a big anxious group before the pod as if they were waiting for something. Somewhere nearby a girl was crying hysterically and repeating over and over "It was an accident! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"What's going on?" He asked walking up to the group before the pod.

"Miller come here! Bellamy's back!" Someone shouted into the pod.

Miller got out of the pod and everyone made a way for him to pass. He had a grim look on his face and the front of his shirt was covered in blood but it seemed he wasn't the one that was hurt.

"I can already tell that someone's hurt. Is it serious? What did Clarke say?" Bellamy asked.

"Clarke..." Miller started answering with wide opened eyes and swallowing hard.

"Yes. What did she say?" Bellamy was getting impatient by now.

"No. I mean... Clarke was shot."

„What?" Bellamy's throat felt constricted all of a sudden.

„There was an accident at the shooting range. Olive had a screaming match with Luca and her gun fired. The bullet hit Clarke's leg. Octavia and Raven are taking care of her right now. They had to remove the bullet but Dr Griffin led them through it. She lost a lot of blood and passed out, so at least she didn't have to feel it being removed. The bleeding has stopped and they said she's going to be alright." Miller shortly summarized. He knew Clarke was important in some way to Bellamy. He seemed to respect her and last night when they both sauntered into the camp loaded with guns they looked like they have finally came to an agreement and shared the same front.

The group gathered before the pod looked relieved and slowly started to scatter around the camp going back to their work.

„She's going to be okay." Miller assured their leader seeing the worried look on his face.

„I'll go check on her." Bellamy answered like a man on the mission, but before he went through the entrance of the pod he added „Miller, no shooting practice untill we talk about it. Take everyone's guns away and keep it locked. The only ones who can have it right now is you, Rix and Luca." With that being said he went to see the wounded princess.

Clarke just gained consciousness and Octavia was cleaning up the blood from the makeshift surgery table when Bellamy walked in.

„How is she?" He fired the question at Octavia, but his eyes were already on Clarke's form and it didn't seem that they were leaving her anytime soon.

„She's going to be fine if there won't be any infection. Thankfully I helped her with the patients before and Raven got some experience from that accident with Finn, so we weren't completely untrained as to what had to be done." She replied.

„Thank you." Bellamy sighed.

„Don't. I wouldn't want anyone to suffer. I guess I'm a better person than the two of you." Octavia huffed referring to their cruel interrogation of Lincoln and got back to the cleaning, not in the mood for another chat with her brother on that subject.

Bellamy walked closer to Clarke. She was lying on the table without pants, apparently they had to cut them off. A makeshift bandage was wrapped arount her right thigh. A very nicely shaped thight. [/i] He thought looking at her legs. Who would have thought that the princess had such a pair of killer legs under these pants.

„Umm could you give me a blanket? I'm getting chilly." Clarke asked feeling exposed under Bellamy's look.

His eyes shot up from her legs to her face and he rushed for it. When he came back, he unfolded the blanket and with a great care covered her with it.

„I guess no more trips for you untill you heal princess." He forced a quick smirk, but after a few seconds it disappeared. „I shouldn't have them start the training without me. Maybe it wouldn't have happened."

„It's not your fault. We'll just have to be more careful, so it doesn't happen again." Clarke replied gently. After their meaningful conversation yesterday she didn't want him to blame himself for every little thing that went wrong.

„Miller told me that you went to Berryville today. Did you find anything interesting?" She tried the distraction tactic.

„Oh yeah princess, I came back with gifts for you." Bellamy gave her a real smile and continued „We finally found some med kits. There's not a lot but it is something." As he predicted Clarke's eyes started to sparkle and she gave him a giddy smile.

„That's great. I can't wait to go through them." Clarke was already imagining what goods she could find in them.

„We also found some other stuff, some tools that could be used for bulding, some clothes. There were seeds, probably useless after such a long time but it gave me an idea. After winter, when the Ark will send down the people, we coud start some form of agriculture. We'll figure it out after dealing with the grounders" Bellamy was back in his leadership mode.

„Wow. That would be amazing. Starting some kind of a normal life..." Clarke let herself dream for a moment of a better times in the future. Times that wouldn't involve constant struggle to survive.

„For now we have to focus on surviving the winter and ensuring our safety from the grounders." Bellamy reminded her. He chose his words carefully because the only way to ensure their safety was taking all of the grounders down.

„Ugh I prefer standing over someone above that table than actually lying on it. It's more uncomfortable than it looks like." Clarke laughed.

„When will it be safe to move you?"

„Actually the wound is not bleeding anymore and if I keep off that leg the stitches shouldn't be ripped, so I'd say I'm ready to go, just give me some kind of stick or something to lay on to. Even sleeping on the ground is better then this."

„I heard you've lost a lot of blood, enough to pass out, there is no way you will walk." He said with a firm voice.

„Octavia come here." He called for his sister. „Help me pick her up without hurting her."

Octavia looked at him astonished. She knew her brother cared in some way for the rest of the group, but she couldn't imagine him carrying someone just to make them more comfortable, well besides her that is.

„What? Bellamy no! What are you doing?!" Clarke squeaked as he removed the blanket from her and prepared himself to pick her up.

„Shut up and keep still. I don't want to hurt you more. Just think of the nice ground you'll be soon laying on." He smirked and with Octavia's assistance he gently picked her up.

Well now that became awkard for both of them. Clarke feeling his arms around her and his hand touching har bare legs hid her face in his chest. Bellamy seemed to forget up untill now that she didn't have any pants on and feeling her bare smooth legs, her warm body in his arms made him feel things he was so against not so long ago.

„Octavia throw that blanket over her. I'm sure Clarke wouldn't want to have the whole male part of the camp ogle her." Surprisingly he felt annoyed at the thought of the other guys seeing her like that.

After covering her exposed skin he walked out of the pod and approached her tent. Just as he was about to enter it, he saw how it looked like inside.

„Princess? Why do you have only that poor excuse of a cloth to sleep under? It's already cold. There is no way that is enough to keep you warm at night."

„It's fine. I'm not going to make myself more comfortable at the expence of someone else."

„Not good enough. You'll freeze in here." He strightened up and with a determined look strode to his tent.

„Bellamy? What are you doing? I told you I'll be fine. Stop." Clarke started to struggle but when the pain shot through her leg she stilled.

„My tent is big enough for both of us. It's more comfortable and there's enough to cover you and keep you warm. Besides you're hurt and more vulnerable. It's not a good idea to be alone right now." Bellamy reasoned with her while walking into his tent and lying her down on his makeshift pallet.

„I'll be fine. Take me back to my tent." She ordered him.

„You want to go to your tent. Then fine, you're free to go. Good luck with that." Bellamy was sure that she wasn't that stupid to try and move with a bullet wound in her thigh but apparently he was wrong, because the next moment Clarke tried to move and get up. She cried out of pain screwing her eyes shut as he rushed to her side pulling her back to lie down.

„Are you insane?! What would you say to one of your patients in a situation like yours and a stunt you just tried to pull? Lay down, damn it!" He shouted with a slightly paniced voice.

„Oh God. It hurts to much to move." She grumbled and just laid still.

„Then stop fighting with me on this and go to sleep, because I'm sure after todays events you must be exhausted" Bellamy replied and covered her with a very warm animal skin he used to sleep under. He made another place to sleep next to her but not close enough to make her or him uncomfortable by their proximity. He laid down and asked:

„Are you warm?"

„Mmmmm" She almost purred in response. It felt so soft and warm, so much better than what she was used to by now.

„Good." He replied and then there was only silence between them untill Clarke decided to break it.

„Bellamy?"

„Yes?"

„Thank you."

„You're welcome Clarke."

He smiled in the darkness and soon both of them were sleeping soundly.