Hi there! This is my first venture into writing for this fandom, so let me know what you think! Takes place after 1x13 obviously because how could anything not after that finale? Just a small drabble of sorts...

"Bellamy!" Clarke ran as fast as her legs could carry her and careened straight into him, her arms going around his neck. Her force pushed them backward and his arms tightened around her waist to steady them.

"I thought you were dead," she cried into his neck, "I was so sure. I'm so sorry Bellamy. I'm so sorry."

A forbidden smile flashed across his face and he leaned into her embrace, if only for a second. "I thought you were gone too," he whispered, "I thought you all were." His voice wavered.

She pulled back abruptly and grasped his face with her hands, standing on her tiptoes to look him in the eyes, "You're really here. This isn't a dream," she said.

Her gaze was unnerving and he could only nod in agreement. In a flash her hand had slapped his face, leaving a bright red outline on his cheek.

He yelped in response and spit, tasting blood, "What the hell, Clarke?" he yelled, the guff leader persona seeping back into his voice.

Her hand was burning and her eyes stung with tears that even he could see. Her voice though was hard, "Don't you ever do that to me again, Bellamy Blake. Ever."

She turned from him and began pacing back the way she had come. Bellamy rubbed his cheek and followed her.

"Next time I tell you to run and get in the drop ship…get in the drop ship!" she ranted, hands flailing, "We're supposed to be the leaders together. We can't lead together if you're dead!"

"Clarke," Bellamy started. She wasn't listening though, stomping angrily between the trees.

"Get in the drop ship means," she began to say again. Bellamy sighed heavily and grabbed her elbow, stopping her tirade. She huffed out the breath she had been holding and glared at him.

"I know," he said, "Get in the drop ship." Her eyes softened a bit and he squeezed her elbow, "I'm sorry, Clarke. I'm sorry." She shifted her eyes to the ground, "Do you know what happened to Finn?" She said his name quietly, looking back up at Bellamy.

He held her gaze for a few seconds, trying to ignore the knot in his stomach. "I don't know," he finally said. "I hadn't even realized it was Finn who shot that Grounder. When I heard the door to the drop ship begin to close I ran into mine tunnels and kept running."

The knot tightened with guilt, "I didn't even think to look back."

Clarke moved away from him, taking in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Okay," was all she said.

Bellamy ran a shaky hand through his hair and sat down on a fallen log. His arms rested on his legs and his head sank forward, "What do we do now, Princess?"

She walked over and sat down next to him. Her hand reached out to grab his and she held on tightly, "I don't know. But can we figure it out later?" she said staring straight ahead.

He looked at her carefully, "Whenever you're ready."