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They went back to the depot a week later.
Despite their extensive searching, Clarke wanted to give it one last look over before they brought the rest of the hundred down to start the clean up. They weren’t alone when she suggested the idea to Bellamy. “I just feel like we got distracted once we found the guns, we might of missed something, and what would be the harm in checking again?” She asked, her fingers drumming on the side of her legs.
They were in the dropship, Bellamy and Finn halfway through a strong debate on how the space should be divided now that the top level wasn’t a prison before Clarke walked in.. He shrugged. “If you want,” His mouth stayed neutral, but Clarke could see the anticipation in his eyes. He knew they weren’t done looking. It struck a positive chord in her to see some optimism from him, and she couldn’t help but smile.
Finn cleared his throat. “Maybe you two shouldn’t go alone this time? You’ll cover more ground with an extra person or two, and we need you guys back here as soon as possible.” He raised his eyebrows, arms crossed defensively.
Clarke was already making a mental list of all the supplies they’d need to pack. Torches. Lunch. A knife or two and at least one gun. “Uh, no, I think we’re good.” She spoke absentmindedly. “Besides, we need a calm head here to keep everyone in line, and make sure no one decides they want a crack at shooting without Bellamy.” She looked up at the guard and smiled again.
Finn’s mouth turned to a neat line. “Right, I’ll go check on them now, I guess.” Pushing past Bellamy he threw the door curtain away so forcefully it nearly fell down. Neither of the occupants noticed.
“Shall we?” the princess asked.
“After you.” Her rebel replied.
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“Clarke, you’re not going to believe this.”
They’d been searching twenty minutes, their hopes all but demolished when Bellamy kicked a body out of the way and found a sealed red box with a beautiful white cross in the middle. His heart raced as he tore open the plastic and lifted the lid.
“What?” Clarke jogged over, crouching next to him. Her pulse matched his as she recognised the cross.
“You’re kidding.”The contents practically glowed, although that may have been their reflective plastic wrappers.
“Bandages, alcohol swabs, antibiotics, decent medical needle and thread, painkillers...” With every word the grin on his face grew from one of wonder to ecstatic joy. Feeling the cramping in his legs he stood up, and she quickly followed. “Clarke, this could mean-”
“I know.” She nodded, thinking hard. “This could be the difference between life and death.” But even she couldn’t keep from grinning. “Didn’t I tell you? I knew there was something more down here!” She squealed, instinctively wrapping Bellamy in a tight hug.
He responded by lifting her off the ground and spinning her. “This is easily the best news we’ve had all trip.” He breathed into her hair as he set her down. She pulled her head away, arms still loosely around his neck, his around her waist. They slowed, their faces inches from each other. Even in the half light of the depot Bellamy knew he’d never seen anyone more beautiful than the girl smiling at him. As he moved just a millimetre forward his entire brain was screaming Pull back! Pull back now!
“Uh,” He looked down, shaking his head like it might dislodge the alien part that made him think that might have been a good idea. “We should head back to camp. Finn’s gonna wanna know about the kit.” He let go of her waist, feeling his arms ache as the returned to his side.
“Right,” Clarke said the word, but didn’t move, still staring at the amazing person in front of her. He’d done a complete 180 since she’d first met him. Or maybe he’d always been this. She’d just written him off too quickly. They stood awkwardly, her arms still around his neck, his arms practically behind his back. “Right!” She looked away, her hands breaking apart as she slid back so there was two feet of space between them. It wasn’t enough to get rid of this weird feeling. “Let’s go.”
They didn’t talk the entire way home, refusing to even make eye contact.