Clarke walked into the dimly lit room, with her mother, Octavia, and the commander following closely behind her. The plan was in motion. The grounder army had infiltrated Mount Weather and caused a distraction. It was their job to find the prisoners and release them, they needed all the help they could get. The blue glow illuminated several cages placed sporadically throughout the room and Clarke knew she was back in the right place.

She turned around hastily to Lexa, "We don't have much time. You need to explain what's going on to your people. They'll never believe that we're here to help them, unless you talk to them first."

Instead of replying, Lexa walked towards the cages, "We have come to free you, but we don't have much time. The Sky People are with us now, we leave with them alongside us as allies, or we don't leave at all." Lexa's voice boomed, echoing off the walls. No one dared to protest, despite their agreement on not. Most of the grounders in the cages nodded and let out war cries, happy to be free. Lexa took out her spear to break the locks, "Help me with the cages," she said turning back to the group.

Clarke nodded, and began to move towards them with Octavia on her heels. "Clarke," Abby breathed her eyes suddenly fixed on something in the very back of the room.

Clarke stopped in her tracks and looked up, her blood turning to ice. It took Clarke a minute to recognize the dark haired man dangling upside down several feet away from her. His ankles wore cuffs, bound to a long chain hanging from the ceiling, and his strong arms that once held her in his embrace, now dangled helplessly from his shoulders.

It couldn't be him. He was supposed to stay safe. He had shut down the acid fog, and saved all of their lives. He was supposed to be safe too. He wasn't supposed to be like this.

It was Octavia's strangled cry that snapped Clarke out of her trance. First she said his name like a whisper, then suddenly it was a scream. "Bellamy!" she cried her legs suddenly barreling out in front of her, pushing her towards him. As soon as she closed the distance between them she reached up and yanked the wires out of him, stopping whatever blood transfusion was going on. She grabbed his face, which was now drained of all life and color and cradled it between her hands. "Clarke we don't have time for this!" Lexa yelled, having already freed some of the prisoners. Clarke ignored her, and brought her shaking fingers up to his neck searching for a pulse. It was faint, but there. With tears beginning to form in her eyes, she pulled out the knife she had kept tucked in her jacket sleeve to cut the rope connected to the chain he was hanging from, but it was far out of her reach.

In desperation, she began climbing the crates next to him, but was shaking too much to get a good footing. No, Clarke thought to herself. If you want to save him, you can't let your emotions get in the way. But Clarke just started crying harder, hysteria taking over, and soon Abby was there helping a trembling Clarke down.

"I'll do it," Octavia said, tears also streaming down her face as she reached for the knife in Clarke's hand.

Feeling helpless, Clarke just let go of the knife and she and Abby moved towards Bellamy's body to catch him when the rope was cut.

"I'll help," a voice called out and Clarke turned. One of the grounders, headed towards them instead of running for the door like everyone else. She was shorter than Clarke, looked like she was in her twenties, and had what appeared to be brown hair that was dirty and matted to her face. "If it weren't for him, I'd be the one dangling upside down right now," she said looking Clarke dead in the eyes. Clarke just nodded, not wasting time with questions. "Get ready to catch his legs," the girl nodded and Octavia called down to them after already scaling the crates. "Get ready!" There was a fire in her eyes like usual, and Clarke had begun to see it burned brighter when it came to saving her brother.

She stretched out her arms and begun to slowly but surely work the knife through the rope. It finally broke, and the three girls caught Bellamy, stumbling slightly under the weight. They gently lowered him to the ground, and Clarke immediately fell to her knees pulling his head into her lap and brushing his hair off his face.

Octavia joined her on the floor and took her brother's hand. "CLARKE NOW!" Lexa's voice suddenly boomed. With the help of the grounders she freed first, they had managed to release everyone in the cages. "We have to go!" "No!" Clarke screamed back, "he can't walk I'm not just leaving him here!" Lexa narrowed her eyes, "Make your own choices Clarke of the Sky People, but I'm not letting any more of my people die here." Clarke stared back, refusing to let her gaze waiver, "I'm not letting any more of my people die here either."

Something looked like it had dawned on Lexa, and suddenly, the commander gave Clarke a smile. "You have a brave and loving heart Clarke, much more so than I. I will help make sure the rest of your people make it out with us," Clarke looked at her, a silent thank you being exchanged between them. Lexa nodded in acknowledgment, and then turned around and sprinted through the door.

Clarke quickly turned her attention back to Bellamy, who Octavia was already trying to prod awake. "Bellamy," Clarke whispered, her voice cracking. "I'm sorry. This is my fault, and I know there's no way you could ever forgive me. But I need you to open your eyes. I need you to wake up. If not for me, then for your sister." There was no response, and Clarke felt for his pulse again. It was so weak, she was afraid she might just be imagining it. "Wake up," Clarke said, a little more forcefully. "Wake up," she said even louder. Still nothing. "BELLAMY WAKE UP!" Clarke finally screeched clutching Bellamy's body protectively to her.

Octavia turned to Abby, her calm appearance also fading, "You're a doctor! Help him!" Abby just shook her head, her voice faltering, "I have no equipment, I have no idea how much blood they took. He could already be- "SHUT UP!" Clarke screamed. "And fix him!"

Abby flinched, and before she could respond, the grounder girl chimed in, "I have an idea." Clarke watched as she quickly got up and walked to a large bin, pulling out a syringe. "I saw the mountain men use this once to wake someone up. They were torturing him for information." Octavia eyed it suspiciously, "What if you're wrong? What if it kills him?" "You got a better idea?" she asked crossing her arms.

"Let me see it," Abby said walking over and taking it from her. After inspecting the label she nodded, "If he's alive, this'll wake him up." Clarke's mind reeled as Octavia turned back to look at her brother, "so if this doesn't work..." she trailed off and Clarke saw the pain in her eyes as her body stiffened. "Let me do it," Clarke said holding out her arm to her mother. As soon as she felt the syringe being placed in her hand, Clarke closed her fingers around it. She took a deep, shakey breath, and brought her face down to Bellamy's ear and whispered a silent prayer that no one else could hear, "I can't do this without you," her voice faltered, and her tears dripped from her face onto Bellamy's. And then Clarke gathered her strength and plunged the syringe into Bellamy's neck.

At first, nothing happened. Clarke felt her heart drop, and a feeling of utter hopleness started boiling in the pit of her stomach. And then, before she could even register what was happening, Bellamy's eyes shot open.

Bellamy opened his eyes in a panic, his heart beating out of his chest. He looked around the room, taking nothing in until he heard the one voice that had guided his actions ever since he was a little boy. The one voice that he would know anywhere. "Bellamy?" Octavia asked, her voice cracking. Bellamy's eyes finally rested on her, and his breathing calmed, the fear and discomfort slowly leaving his body. "O?" Octavia nodded, tears of joy spilling from her eyes, "Bell," she cried, "we thought you were dead." "We?" Bellamy asked weakly, noticing that his head was in someone's lap.

Bellamy attempted to sit up, and Octavia, as well as the hands behind him helped. Octavia threw her arms around him and he hugged her back in relief, realizing that just hours ago, he thought he would never see his sister again. But here she was, looking as powerful and strong as ever.

When Octavia let go, he turned around and froze, trying not to double over. He stared at the girl kneeling on the floor in front of him, looking at the ground. Her golden blonde hair was messy, and her face was stained with tears and dirt. Her blue eyes were bloodshot, and her arms lay limply by her side with a syringe in her right hand, but she still managed to be the most beautiful girl Bellamy had ever seen. "Clarke?" he asked his voice cracking.

She snapped her head up looking at him questioningly. It took her a moment to respond, confusion etched all across her features. Confusion of what? That he was alive? That he was talking to her? "Bellamy," she responded with quiet shame in her voice, refusing to meet his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I know you probably don't want to see me ever again, and I can't blame-" In a matter of seconds, Bellamy closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her shoulder. "Clarke," he whispered again in pure disbelief, trying to make sure that she was really here with him.

At first Clarke didn't respond, clearly surprised. But then she wrapped herself around him, and began trembling in his arms, making Bellamy hold her tighter. He inhaled, taking in her familiar scent. "I thought you were dead," Clarke whispered, shaking harder against him, "I thought I killed you." "Princess," he breathed against her neck feeling like he had just been stabbed in the gut, thinking about the guilt she had been carrying. "I came here on my own. This isn't your fault." He wanted nothing more then to take all her hurt away. He would go through the harvesting process a million times, if it just meant taking away everything that had ever made her feel this kind of pain. "I thought you were dead," she repeated a sob escaping her throat as she clung to him harder.

He could feel her tears dripping onto his bare chest, and Bellamy had to close his eyes in fear that the tears threatening to spill out of his own eyes would overflow. Tears for everything that's happened since that first day he stepped on the ground, tears for Octavia and the life she had to lead, and most of all, tears for the strong, crying girl in his arms that had finally broken down.

"I'm right here," he whispered to her quietly.

He felt her nod, as she let out a shaky breath never releasing her grip on him. "Please don't do that to me ever again." "I won't," he said gently stroking her hair. "You have to promise me," Clarke said firmly, fear creaping back into her voice. Bellamy didn't understand why he was so important to her. He didn't really understand what was happening at all, but he murmured a comforting "I promise," in her ear, and he felt Clarke begin to breathe easier against him. "I hate to break this up," a familiar voice said as Bellamy looked towards it, "but we need to get out of here." Gently pulling away from Clarke, but intertwining their fingers, Bellamy smiled at the grounder, "You know I never did catch your name." "Echo," she said smiling back. "And I'm sorry for spitting in your eye." Bellamy chuckled, "I probably deserved it."

Clarke let go of Bellamy's hand and stood up, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. "She's right," Clarke said her voice once again strong and her stature never faltering, "It's time to save our friends."

Bellamy smiled. That was his princess. He stood up, and Octavia followed suit. He looked past Echo, and saw Abby standing near her. Bellamy nodded in acknowledgment and she smiled back at him.

Everyone started towards the door, but Octavia called him back, "Bell wait." He turned to see her pulling something out of her bag. His jacket. "I figured you'd want this back," she said handing it over with smile. "How did you know?" Bellamy said smiling at her and zipping it up, especially thankful since he wasn't wearing a shirt. "And these might come in handy," she said giving him his pants and shoes. "I knew you were wearing grounder clothes when you came here, and I had a feeling you'd want to change." Bellamy took the clothes from Octavia and put his arm around her, "You're the best sister ever, you know that?" "Sure do," Octavia said grinning at him.

Bellamy quickly pulled the pants on over the white shorts they had put on him and slipped into the shoes. They headed towards the door, where Clarke and Abby were waiting. "Echo went ahead, but she told me to tell you to be safe," Clarke told him with a hint of something in her voice that Bellamy couldn't quite put his finger on. He nodded, "Let's save our friends," Clarke looked into his eyes and Bellamy held her gaze. This is what they've been waiting for. This is what they've been fighting for. It was time to get their people back. Finally looking away from him, Clarke spun around on her heels determinedly with Bellamy right by her side.

A.N. Okay guys so let me know what you think! I don't think I've actually posted one of my fics in years, so sorry if I'm rusty. This was going to be a one shot, but now I think I might make it a multi-chapter. Sorry for any spelling errors, I used word pad because my other laptop is broken. But if there's anything you guys want to see let me know :D