Bellamy patrolled the inner perimeter of the wall. People were working together, building and reinforcing the wall. A team of five had just returned from gathering firewood A young girl, about Charlotte's age, paused in her work of stripping the skin from a rabbit, looking to him for validation. He almost smiled at her but caught himself just in time. He wasn't her friend. That wasn't his role to play as leader. Instead, he nodded in approval and continued his route.

When they first landed, his rallying cry had been for everyone to do whatever the Hell they wanted. At the time, it won him a lot of fans. In 20/20 hindsight, it was a lousy idea. He was slowly figuring out that people needed a purpose. Society functioned better with a mutual goal. And nothing brings a group closer together than a common enemy: the Grounders. As dangerous as they were, the Grounders cemented Bellamy's role as leader. No one was going to break off from camp to form their own group. And the threat of banishment was a powerful stick to wave. Physical fights between the 100 had stopped. Even most arguments were solved quickly. Because whatever problem someone had with another juvenile, it was nothing compared to the danger they faced outside the walls. Kind of put minor disagreements in perspective.

His eyes flicked to a certain blonde, hunched over the makeshift supply depot they'd built. Clarke Griffin was his Achilles' heel. She constantly questioned his leadership, argued with his decisions, made people doubt him. Hell, his own sister took her side over his most of the time. And she was smart. That combination made Clarke the most dangerous person in camp.

Bellamy stopped. Something about the way Clarke was moving, looking over her shoulder, working quickly. She stuffed a blanket in a backpack. Why the Hell did Clarke need a blanket unless she was planning to be out of camp overnight? Bellamy stormed over to the girl. "Where the Hell do you think you're going?"

Clarke startled, and for a moment looked almost guilty, before setting her jaw and going back to packing food rations. "Finn's wound is infected. He needs antibiotics. I've put Monty on the task of cultivating penicillin from mold spores but it'll take six days. That's too long." Clarke shook her head. "Stupid. I should have anticipated this and got Monty on it the day we arrived. But I talked to my Mom. She said there are medical supplies at Mount Weather and a few of the medicines, including one antibiotic, will still be viable after all these years." She hesitated as she picked up a shank. The sharp blade looked out of place in her small hand, but Bellamy knew Clarke could use it without hesitation. She stuffed the knife in her belt.

"The earth science division on the Ark was also able to provide me with a more accurate map of the area. I've picked a route that should be faster than the last time we tried and more importantly, will hopefully keep me undetected by Grounders.

Bellamy worked hard to keep his anger in check. "And…you were just going to take off without telling anyone?"

"I told Monty, obviously. And Jasper. I also told Raven. We aren't telling Finn though. He'd just worry." Clarke quickly stuffed a few more rations in her pack.

Yeah, that must have been an awkward conversation. Hey Raven, I'm putting my life at risk for your boyfriend. Don't tell him though. He worries about me. But that wasn't who he was talking about and she damn well knew it. He grabbed her wrist to stop her busy work. "And when were you going to tell me?"

Clarke glanced up and her blue eyes seemed to look right into his soul and uncover every secret he'd worked so hard to keep hidden behind a wall so high that no one, not even Octavia had ever seen inside. He had to make an effort not to pull away. Definitely the most dangerous person in camp. To him anyway. "Well?" he asked again, through clenched teeth, trying to make it sound less personal then his last sentence.

Clarke shrugged. "It was a need to know basis. You didn't need to know."

5…4…3…2…1 Bellamy counted down to keep his head from exploding. That she thought…but he was the…she was going to get herself…ARGH! He dropped her wrist and ran both hands through his hair. "You're not going. It's too dangerous. Didn't what happened to Octavia teach you anything?"

Clarke narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh, I'm going. But fine, I'll bring Jasper with me."

Bellamy snorted. "Jasper's an idiot. You'd be safer on your own. But no. Give me the map. I'll go, and I'll bring a couple of my guys with me. Ones who can actually fight."

Clarke just rolled her eyes and clutched her backpack to her chest. Obviously the map was in there. If he needed to, he would take it from her.

"As if I'm letting you and your bully buddies get the supplies so you can hoard them and dole them out as the lord feels fit in exchange for favours. I don't think so."

Wow, that one was like a punch to the gut. Did Clarke really think so little of him? Then he added up his crimes. He shot the Chancellor. He convinced people to take off their bracelets so the Ark would think they were dead. He broke their only radio, killing 300 people. Yeah, Clarke had every reason to believe he'd put his own needs above everyone else's. And he wasn't sure why but he desperately wanted to change her opinion of him. "Give me a better suggestion than Jasper," he growled.

"Raven. She's tough as nails and she knows how to fight."

Bellamy didn't trust Raven to keep Clarke safe. If the mechanic had a choice of getting antibiotics back to camp or getting Clarke back to camp she'd pick medicine for Finn in a heartbeat. "And how's Finn going to take it if both his girlfriends die?" he sneered.

Clarke visibly recoiled from his words. It was cruel and it obviously wasn't the reason he didn't want Raven going with Clarke, but he wasn't feeling real generous at the moment.

Clarke walked away stiffly.

Crap. He hurried to get ahead of her. "OK, that was a shitty thing to say. I just don't trust her." Clarke stared through him again as he silently pleaded with her to stay safe.

Something in his expression must have worked because she pinched the bridge of her nose and nodded. "There's one person we both trust, but you're not going to like it."

Who was she thinking of? Finn? As much as he hated to admit it, he did trust Spacewalker to keep Clarke safe. But Finn was the reason for this medical emergency trip in the first place so it wasn't..."NO!" This time he did explode. "You're crazy if you think I'm letting Octavia go." He paced in front of Clarke, trying to walk off the energy that had him wanting to shake some sense into her. "It's bad enough that you're going." Wait. That didn't come out right.