(1) "Are we gonna be okay?" (aka the one with gladiators, flowers, and bears OH MY!)

"If you saw a bear you would shit your pants."

Bellamy snorts, not because he thinks she's right (she might be) but because Clarke never curses. The moonshine is making her much more agreeable. He doesn't mind this so much.

"I think I could handle a bear."

She laughs "I don't."

They're sitting on the only guard platform that has been deemed sturdy enough to support anyone's weight. Behind them, a campfire is burning. They can hear kids laughing, someone singing. Together they look out over their new home, an expanse of forest and mountains that have yet to be explored.

"What the fuck do you know about bears?"

"What the fuck do YOU know about bears."

"Did the princess just use the F word?!"

"Shut up."

She nudges his shoulder and he laughs. They've never done this before, just sit and talk about nothing. Alcohol helps, but Bellamy thinks that they've both accepted that they're stuck with the other and the best thing to do is work on some kind of friendship.

"So what's with the flower?" he points to a small purple flower tucked behind her ear.

She shrugs and touches it to make sure it's still there. "Marc gave it to me, he usually brings me a flower when he comes back from a hunt."

"Oh, so you're the mystery girl." He smiles "I didn't realize Marc had such ambition."

"It's not like that," she says "he's just thankful. I pulled that bullet out of him after Mount Weather."

Bellamy drops his head and takes another long drink. "Next time I'll have him bring you one of the orange ones. You should see them, it looks like they're on fire."

"I didn't take you for a flower man."

He snorts again.

Clarke let one of the younger girls braid her hair. She looks younger like this. She makes him miss Octavia. He looks out and wonders where she is, whether she'll really be back by autumn like she promised. Clarke must notice that he's spaced out. She elbows him and asks some ridiculous question, which he thinks is probably the first thing that pops into her head. Eventually the noise behind them starts to fade out. The moon is really high in the sky and they probably shouldn't be laughing as loud as they are.

"I don't understand how that would be appealing to anyone!"

"It's not the getting eaten by a lion thing or the slaughtering someone in front of a crowd…you're focusing too much on that."

"Because what the fuck else is there to focus on?"

"I'm talking about the bravery, you know? Like how much courage it would take to go out there knowing you're gonna die."

"That's a horrible argument."

"I'm not trying to convince you to be a gladiator Clarke, I'm just saying, it's interesting."

"Did a gladiator ever have to fight a bear?"

There are bugs in the trees, glowing a florescent green color. He thinks he's imagining it at first, and then Clarke notices and she hits him so hard on the arm that he almost falls backwards onto the ground. She starts talking about painting, and somehow that leads to a conversation about pencils, which leads her to Finn.

"It makes me feel sick, the kind of sick where I just…want to pretend it never happened."

"Can't say I blame you."

"He...I just don't understand."

"He went through a lot, it breaks some people." Bellamy tries not to look at her. He wishes they were talking about flowers again.

"I don't think it mattered in the end." She takes a drink.

"Yeah."

"I loved him, he was…something I thought I'd never get the chance to have you know?"

He nods, but he really doesn't. He never had time for something like that. "Try not to think about it. The only thing you can do is move forward."

She tucks her chin into her knees, he can almost see the little green lights on the tree tops reflecting in her eyes.

"Plus, you know now you have Marc bringing you flowers and…"

"Shut up!" she laughs and hits his arm again.

The jar they're drinking from is nearly empty. It's stopped burning on the way down and Bellamy has no idea how either of them will be able to climb down the ladder to the ground. It's a lazy sort of drunk, sitting there just looking at the trees, but he knows it'll hit them when they stand up.

"You know who's fun?"

"Who?"

"Drunk Jasper."

Bellamy laughs and nods "Puts those fucking goggles on."

It's not that funny, but Clarke has tears streaming down her cheeks "Tells people to call him Jazzy."

"He's a good kid."

"They all are." She says it as she turns to look back at the camp, and Bellamy laughs before he looks back too because sometimes he forgets that this whole thing started with 100 "criminals" and a janitor.

"You've built yourself quite the kingdom here Princess."

She flinches.

"If you don't want me to call you…"

"It's not that," she says quickly "It's just…Are we gonna be okay?"

He turns back to look at the mountains again, Clarke keeps staring at the camp. "I don't know." He says "I think we've got a good shot…with both of us."

"We don't know what else is out there."

"Nope."

"This feels like a beginning though, don't you think? We've been through so much. Now we have a new place, some new people."

"We'll take it a day at a time like we always do."

"A king and a princess."

"Something like that." He looks back and meets her eyes, they're glossy and tired. It's clearly time for them to turn in. "The bigger problem is how the hell we're gonna get off this wall."

She laughs and he thinks she's probably right, this definitely feels like a beginning.