Thread: May We Meet Again [randomname98766789 and sixlikesgore]

... should be able to find some leftover supplies in there. Clarke's face remained in its indifferent stature, giving the screen in front of her a nod to confirm she understood Kane's instruction. This had been the first time they had any solid contact with the Ark since they had crashed their pod into the Earth's soil and she was stuck talking to the two men who had sent them all down here. It was impossible for Clarke to wonder what the crowd was like outside their communication tent many people were waiting to speak to their loved ones, to let them know they were still well and everything was as okay as it could be. But this was important - they needed more supplies if they were going to last out the Winter. Their camp had already gone through most of the material they had landed with, making tarps, reinforcing jackets, and patching any holes that required it. It left little to insulate clothes, or blankets, let alone the sleeping quarters they had set up. The twenty year old needed to push through this, no matter how loud the encircling bunch grew outside. The connection to the Ark wasn't very strong, unfortunately, and after being told by their tech expert that the signal wouldn't last for long, Clarke passed the privacy of the tent off to the next person in hopes that at least some of their people on the ground could make contact with those above. Her mind was blaring too loudly to pay much attention to the crowd as she swept through their numbers, already making a checklist of the items she'd need to reach the supply depot. With recent events, however, Clarke knew she couldn't just take off by herself - and momentarily, she paused in her concentration on her mental list and pivoted her direction. Instead of heading to her tent, Clarke shifted to start walking towards what was left of their shuttle, knowing exactly who she needed at her side for this. A level head - someone who wasn't prepared to say anything Clarke wanted to hear, but what she needed to hear. Bellamy was the only one who had never stood his ground as profusely as he had against her, and there was nothing but admiration for him because of that from the young girl. The blond needed that strength right now - even if he didn't particularly want to lend it to her. Since they had returned with the grounder, Clarke had tried her best to maintain a neutral stance on the situation, and keep her presence strictly to a medical degree. It was obvious that this man, this grounder, wasn't as big of a threat to them as any of the others they had encounter, but she could understand Bellamy's reaction. His sister was the last thing he had left - the moment she had went missing, there was a change in him that Clarke hadn't expected to witness. He stopped at nothing to get her back, and now he wanted to make any of the people associated suffer for it, in any way possible. He wasn't a monster, and Clarke knew this. As she climbed the ladder to the highest floor of the shuttle, the arguing became apparent between the female and male voices siblings going back and forth about their prisoner. After examining Lincoln, knowing she'd have the time to do a once-over without prying eyes as Bellamy was caught up, Clarke approached the two, and cleared her throat. Before either of them could snap at her for the interruption, the blond made it obvious why she'd butt-in. And, much to her surprise, the twenty year old didn't have to use any persuading to get him to agree to accompany her. Once they had regrouped back up with their packs, Clarke was almost at a loss for words. Their camp disappeared relatively quickly over her shoulder, and the farther they grew from it and more into a more private atmosphere, the more the medic found herself stumbling to think of something to say. They had typically butt-heads since they had arrived, both of them having a different idea on what to do or how to handle certain situations, and the last thing she wanted to do right now was start their journey off with the wrong foot. Before she could think of anything, however, Bellamy was already breaking the silence, causing her to cast a sudden glance his way. It definitely took her slightly off guard, and for a moment, it was obvious on her face before she pulled her features back into a tighter pose, eyes trailing to the ground in front of them. You.. could say that. she started, a little unsure in her voice. After a breath, her eyes lifted once more to the look at the taller dark haired man, and she shook her head in a confirming 'yes'. Look, Bel.. it's not that I don't like being around you.. the blond began once more, her pace slowing slightly as her focus grew more on her words than her footwork. This isn't anything like I've been through before. None of us could've expected any of what's happened since we got here. And no one on the Ark prepared us for this, not properly. Raising a sheepish hand, Clarke tucked a chunk of her hair behind her ear to see him better from the corner of her eye. I don't know what's going to happen. Today, tomorrow.. All I know is that I.. I can't do this alone.. For a moment, after those words had slipped from Clarke's plump lips, her face slightly shifted into an expression of embarrassment, and she was quick to try and push past the information she had just wholeheartedly admitted out loud since they had arrived. Although, the double-meaning behind her words would most likely go unnoticed - at least, that's what the twenty year old was hoping. If he took that last sentence for how she had actually meant it, she could only imagine what kind of impression that would send. Abruptly clearing her throat, Clarke shifted the backpack on her shoulders more comfortably, and continued at a solid pace once more. It looked like you could've used a break from Guard duty, but.. why did you agree so willingly? she asked, glad to shift the direction of the conversation off her reasons, and onto his own. I mean, my company can't be your first go-to for some 'R and R'. Not with their track-record of getting on each others case over one thing or another. It was never imaginable in the woman's mind that when she wasn't casting secret glances his way, he'd been doing the same to her when her attention was diverted. Bellamy didn't seem like he'd ever be interested in someone who was so bullheaded when it came to their disagreements.. a constant thought that held her back from ever approaching him in that manner. If she kept her fleeting feelings to herself, there was no way he could deny her that affection.