AN: So, this is my first fanfic on in this fandom and for Bellarke – and it's been... seven years, oh my God, since I wrote anything, so I'm basically a newbie again! I'm pretty new to the fandom as well, I only discovered the show about a year ago and finished the first four seasons in November last year. I had almost an entire vision of season 5 written in my head, but never got around to actually putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard), and then the season premiered, and, well... But when the final episodes got closer and closer, I found myself starting a new story in my head that I realized would actually work after the big season finale, so here we are! I'm sure the actual season won't be anything like this, but we have to get our Bellarke kicks somewhere, right?

I'll do my best to put warnings at the beginning of chapters that might contain triggers, but feel free to nudge me if I forget ;) One thing right from the start that might be good to get out there - this is canon compliant up until the end of season 5, which means that Becho is a thing at the beginning of this story, but mainly as a narrative tool, there will barely be any Becho scenes, though the relationship will be referenced. But now you have been warned!
I wanted to explore this story from both Clarke and Bellamy's point of view, so the chapters will alternate in POV - chapter 1 will be from Clarke's POV, chapter 2 from Bellamy's and so on. I hope it doesn't get too confusing, I wanted to have access to both of their thoughts and feelings, and their interactions with others as well.

Title is from the Robin Schulz and James Blunt song OK, if anyone's wondering.

Finally - I don't own the 100 or any of the characters in this story (except the ones I made up myself). OK, let's get on with the story!

-1-

Clarke doesn't know how long she and Bellamy just stand there, looking out at the planet below them – their new home. The thought is mindboggling, as is the concept that Monty and Harper are gone, so she pushes everything else away for the moment and just focuses on the warm, solid presence beside her.

She's vaguely aware of Jordan saying something about checking on Monty's algae farm and whatever rations they have, and then his steps fading away until they're gone completely.

Bellamy is the first so break the silence.

"So…" he starts, voice a little rough, "what now?"

Clarke pulls in a deep breath and blows it back out. "Now… I guess we try to do what Monty wanted, be the good guys, not make the same mistakes again. Try to be worthy of this new chance he and Harper gave us."

She feels, more than hears, the chuckle Bellamy lets out.

"Well, that's a given," he says. "I was thinking more along the lines of an actual, practical plan though. A next step. But if you want to get philosophical…"

She pulls away from him enough so that he can see her rolling her eyes.

"How was I supposed to know that?"

This time, his laugh is louder, echoing between the metal walls, and Clarke soaks it up. She honestly can't remember the last time she heard him laugh – and the occasional ironic chuckle doesn't count. Though if she's honest, they haven't exactly had a lot of things to laugh about in the time she's know him. She's hoping this will change.

Pondering his question, she reluctantly ducks out from under the arm he has slung around her shoulders so she can sit down on the floor in front of the large window, angling her body so she can see the planet outside it and also Bellamy, where he sits down a few feet away from her, mirroring her position. But she immediately misses his arm around her shoulders, his body pressed against her side, so she reaches a hand forward, at the same time as he extends his, and their fingers interlace in the middle. He gives her hand a soft squeeze and she returns it with a smile.

"I think the first step should be getting down there," she says, thoughtfully. "Getting a lay of the land, figure out where this planet actually is."

Bellamy's quiet for a moment, turning away from her to look completely out the window before meeting her eyes again, eyebrows raised. Before he can say anything, she continues.

"I know it's right there, I wasn't talking about its physical location." Clarke tries to come up with a way to explain it that will make the most sense. "I mean more like… where it is in time. Evolution wise."

"Right." Bellamy nods in understanding. "You mean are we going to be pissing off amoebas running around the oceans or modern day man with nuclear weapons that can wipe us out with the push of a button."

It's Clarke's turn to let out a low laugh. "Well, if we are dealing with amoebas, I doubt they'll be doing much running."

Bellamy gives her an unimpressed look. "You know what I mean."

"I do. And yeah, exactly that. Is the planet even inhabited and, if so, by whom? I mean, it's clearly Earth equivalent, or whatever, and I would never question Monty if he says… said it will be livable." A wave of sadness rush through her at the thought of Monty, Harper… Bellamy must notice, because he squeezes her hand again before starting to rub soothing patterns with his thumb against the back of her hand. She swallows hard, both to get rid of the lump that's formed in her throat and to tamp down on the burst of electricity his touch sends up her arm, and keeps going. "But the thing is, there are so many stages of evolution and we could be walking into any one of those. Dinosaurs, cavemen, religious crusades, environmental problems… Or this planet could have evolved in a completely different way than Earth did, which would mean we'd be dealing with something completely new and unknown. Not to mention the Eligius Three project. Considering how well we dealt with them the first time, I'm not really looking forward to a repeat."

Bellamy nods slowly and Clarke knows, without even having to ask, that he's running everything she's said through his head, drawing his own conclusions and figuring out a course of action.

"OK, so our top priority – get down there to see what we're up against," he summarizes after a moment. "Make sure the planet's actually livable, that there aren't any blood thirsty animals or natives or Eligius nuts or whatever that'll attack the moment we hit the ground, scope out the situation when it comes to water and food sources, and find a suitable place to start building a settlement."

"Yeah," Clarke agrees. "That sounds like a good starting point. Which also leads to the next question – do we wake everyone else up? Just some of them? Who?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I haven't had a crash course in flying a spaceship, so we'll need Raven, and maybe Shaw, to even get down there," Bellamy reasons. "Apart from that, I don't know… Madi? She's supposed to be the Commander, making all the decisions, should she be in on this too?"

Clarke's whole mind rebels against that thought. Logically, she knows that Madi is the Commander and will remain the Commander, especially since she went and changed the passphrase so nobody but her can remove the damn AI chip. But she's still just a kid…

"We'll let Madi sleep for now," Bellamy continues, as if he's read her mind, and maybe he has. Clarke's pretty sure her feelings on this particular subject can be seen all over her face. "Once we're down there and trying to get a society going we can use the insights she has from the previous Commanders, especially when it comes to getting everybody to agree with whatever plan we come up with. Still, do we wake up any other decision makers? Like a council? How about your mom?"

Clarke automatically shakes her head. "She just detoxed from a serious drug addiction and overdose," she says, even though she supposes it technically happened over a century ago. "Besides, she needs to focus on Kane, on preparing to operate or whatever needs to be done once we bring him out of cryo."

Bellamy nods. "OK, so not her. Octavia's obviously not the leader of Wonkru anymore, if there even is a Wonkru…" He pauses for a moment. "Diyoza? She might be a good resource if we do run into Eligius."

Clarke contemplates that for a few seconds. "I don't know, I really don't trust her," she finally says. "And if that Eligius project even got here, they have at least a century on us. If we do come across them, it won't be the original prisoners but their descendants, so she might not be any help."

"That's true. Maybe we should just ask Jordan if Monty left any other instructions on who to wake up after us?"

Clarke nods in agreement, trying very hard not to linger on the fact that he didn't suggest waking Echo up. It doesn't mean anything, he's just thinking practically.

"Should we go look for him?" she wonders. "He's been gone a while."

Bellamy glances over his shoulder, at the door to the bridge that Jordan disappeared through a while ago.

"Honestly, he probably knows this ship a lot better than we do, we'd just get lost looking for him," he says. "Besides, he might need some time to himself to come to terms with… everything. I'm sure he'll find us again when he's ready."

"Yeah."

Turning her head back to the window in front of them, Clarke studies the planet in silence. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Bellamy still watching her, a small crease between his eyebrows as if he's pondering something.

"Listen…" he says after a long moment, voice low but serious. "I wanted to… I know I said that Madi told me not to be mad at you and all that, but I just wanted to say… she didn't need to. I forgave you long before she told me to. I don't even know why I said that."

Clarke bites her lip as she turns back to face him, but there's nothing but honesty in his eyes.

"How? I left you to…" she cuts herself off, can't say the word die. Not about him. "I thought you were…"

"I know, trust me." He runs his hand, the one not still holding hers, through his hair. "And I'm not going to say that I wasn't pissed, that it didn't hurt. It did. Especially…" He briefly touches his right cheek before lowering his hand back to his lap.

"Oh God," Clarke exclaims, a nervous laugh bubbling up in her throat at the memory and she covers her mouth with her free hand to keep it in. "I totally forgot that I slapped you! I'm so sorry… and not just for that, for… all of it. I never should have left you back there. I was just… I was so mad, I couldn't…"

"Hey," he cuts her off gently. "I already told you I forgive you, you don't have to apologize. And I get it. I didn't at the time, but after you left, I had time to think and I realized that, if the tables had been turned, if you had been the one to force something she didn't want on Octavia, even if you thought it was the only way to save us all, I probably would have done the same exact thing."

She tries to believe him, she really does, but it's hard, because she knows him – he would never leave anyone behind unless there was absolutely no other choice. And also because she spent so many days back then with the words he's dead and it's your fault running on repeat in her mind.

"I do still believe I did the right thing," he continues, eyeing her cautiously, as if he's expecting a blow-up. "I understand why you did what you did, but I don't think we would have all made it if it hadn't been for Madi being the Commander. I did what I had to do to save my family, and I know you don't believe it, but you are a part of that. You always will be, even if you can never forgive me."

She lets his words sink in for a moment. Family. If she's being honest with herself, which she rarely was back then – a week ago, 125 years? It's like her body has registered all the intervening years and knows it's been a long, long time, but her mind is still trying to catch up – that was the thing that had hurt the most. That he didn't consider her one of his people anymore, that she had been removed from the group that Bellamy Blake would do anything for, would lay down his own life for.

And now… if she does believe him, which she so desperately wants to, maybe she never was.

"I…" Clarke starts after a moment, her voice breaking on the single syllable. She clears her throat before continuing, her eyes resolutely on the floor between them so she won't have to see the look on his face, because she's pretty sure it will break her. "I wanted to go back, almost before I even left. As soon as we were in the wasteland, I just… I couldn't do it, I couldn't leave you there, even if you did put the AI chip in Madi's head… but I had to get her to safety, I had to get my mom back… so I just kept going, even though every single fiber of my being was screaming at me to turn around, go back, you can't leave him there…"

She doesn't realize she's started crying until Bellamy's thumb traces along her cheek, wiping away the tears gathered there. He does the same on the other side before placing a finger under her chin and gently forcing her to look up, meeting his eyes.

"Hey," he says softly, eyes so incredibly tender as he looks at her. "I'm still here, and you're still here. We both did what we had to in that moment, just like we have countless of times before."

The Dropship. Mount Weather. ALIE. Praimfaya.

"I've already said that I've forgiven you, but if you need to hear me say it I will – I. Forgive. You." He pauses for a moment, his mouth tilting up slightly on one side in an almost half-smile. "Even if you can never forgive me, OK? That's OK. As long as I know you're alive and safe, I can live with that."

Instinctively, Clarke shakes her head. How can he even question that?

"No, of course I forgive you, I already have. Did I not actually say that?"

The half-smile is a full blown, trademark Bellamy Blake smile by now.

"No, you didn't. But good to know. Now, come here."

He tugs on her hand and she willingly scoots across the few feet of space separating them. This time, she wraps both arms around him, interlacing her fingers against his side and holding on tight. His arms both come around her shoulders, squeezing tighter as well. She buries her nose in the spot where his neck meets his shoulder and breathes him in. A moment later, she feels his hot breath against the top of her head and she lets out a sigh, finally feeling that maybe they can be OK again.

They sit like that forever, or at least it feels that way, before Bellamy speaks again.

"Can we make a deal?" he asks, voice low, and Clarke nods against him. "Let's treat this like a new chance for us too, a clean slate, OK? Everything in the past is in the past, I want to just move forward from this moment."

She turns her head slightly so she can speak, but doesn't actually pull away from him.

"I'd like that."

He hugs her even tighter for a moment.

"Good."

They're still in the same position when Jordan returns some time later. Clarke hears his footsteps getting closer and then the swoosh of the door opening, and tries to pull away from Bellamy, but his arms are like steel bands around her and don't give an inch.

"Right, so the algae farm is in pretty good shape, I could probably get it going again if I needed to," Jordan says when he reaches them and they both pull back to be able to focus on him. He's looking down at the floor as he speaks, as if he's embarrassed about having interrupted their moment.

"Do we need to?" Bellamy asks, back in business mode. He stands up before extending a hand to Clarke, which she accepts, letting him pull her to her feet. He doesn't let go of her hand once they're both upright.

Jordan shrugs. "It depends on the plan, I guess. Dad must have harvested the farm before…" He pauses for a moment before clearing his throat. "Anyway, we have rations for a total of 600 days, which means roughly 6 months for the three of us. If we wake up anyone else, that would of course affect how long those would last. There's enough water for a couple of months, but of course, as soon as we start… replenishing the supply, that shouldn't be a problem no matter how many people we decide to wake up."

Clarke makes a face as she remembers how exactly the water system works, but it's not like they have another option up here. And besides, it was the same way on the Ark, and she'd never even thought about it back then. She can put up with it for a while.

"Did your dad leave instructions for what we do now? Waking up anyone else?" Clarke wonders and Jordan shakes his head.

"No, just that I should wake up you two first and you'd know what to do."

Bellamy lets out a chuckle. "Gee, Monty, thanks for the vote of confidence!"

"Yeah, no pressure," Clarke adds.

Jordan doesn't seem to pick up on the irony in both their voices, just looks between them with a kind of puzzled expression.

"Anyway…" Clarke continues. "I think we've agreed on a sort of basic plan, we just wanted to check if you had any further instructions from your parents."

Bellamy nods his assent as she speaks.

"OK, hit me!" Jordan says with a smile, and in that moment he looks so much like Monty that Clarke has to swallow hard before she can keep going.

"Right, we agreed that first priority should be to get down to the ground," she said. "Assess the situation – what's the planet like, where can we find food and water, what's the inhabitant situation like at the moment, stuff like that."

"Basically make sure we can actually live down there before we wake everyone else up," Bellamy adds. "No point doing that if it turns out that this isn't the new home we're hoping for… not that we think your dad didn't know what he was talking about."

Jordan doesn't seem to take offense to that.

"I think that sounds like a solid plan," he says. "But we'll need Raven for that, of course."

Clarke nods. "And possibly Shaw, but we can let Raven decide that once she's awake," she reasons. "What would that do to the rations situation?"

Jordan counts in his head for a moment, his lips moving slightly as he tries to calculate the effect.

"With Raven we're down to five months, with Shaw as well we would be down to around four."

Bellamy gives her a questioning look, eyebrows raised, and Clarke shrugs.

"I feel like that should be fine," she says. "Worst case scenario, one of us, or even both, could go back into cryo temporarily if we start running out of rations."

Bellamy nods thoughtfully.

"How long would it take to get the algae farm producing?" he asks Jordan.

"At least three or four months," Jordan replies. "The plants are in good shape, but they're in fallow and need some time to get back to producing food. Should I get started on that?"

"Maybe just in case," Bellamy says. "It can't hurt to have a backup plan if things go to hell down there."

"Such an optimist," Clarke teases, and Bellamy gives her an incredulous look.

"With our track record?" he says. "You better believe I'm going to think of the worst possible scenario and assume that's what's going to happen."

Clarke sighs. "OK, point. Still, I think it's about time our luck turns.

Bellamy lets go of her hand so he can wrap an arm around her shoulders again and pulls her close.

"I love that you can still think like that," he says and a rush of warmth flashes through Clarke. "But I won't believe it until I see it, sorry."

Get a grip, she tells herself firmly as he turns back to talk to Jordan about the algae. It's not like he said that he loves you, and even if he had, it wouldn't be the way you want it to be.

She listens half-heartedly to the boys' discussion about the algae farm. Apparently, Bellamy had helped Monty with the farm on the Ring quite a bit, so he has some suggestions that Jordan seems to take into consideration. Since she can't really contribute to the conversation, Clarke turns back to the window and the view of the planet beyond it, hoping against hope that it will provide the new chance they all so desperately need. If they deserve it… well, they'll just have to make sure that they do.

AN: I hope you liked this first chapter! I have most of the story already written and I'll try to update regularly if there's any interest - so let me know what you think! Also, English is not my first language, so I hope there aren't too many typos or weird sentences :) Oh, and this chapter was unbeta'd, but if anyone feels inclined to help with future chapters, send me a message!