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He was halfway through the tunnel system when he found it, or he assumed half way anyway. Lincoln was leading them both into Mount Weather and Bellamy was finding it difficult to come to terms with the fact he trusted the grounder. What was more baffling to the young man was how he was feeling about his co-leader. Clarke and him had a very special if not strange relationship, trust was put before all else with them. Trust that the other would do was what was necessary to keep their people safe.
He also loved the blonde though. He knew it. Octavia knew it; Abby and Raven must have some sort of inkling. Clarke? He didn’t know if she knew it, he would have guessed not until he found it.
‘It’ was a piece of paper that had somehow been slid into the pocket of his combats with some spare rations, his original aim when he had opened the pocket. Now his hunger was forgotten as he stared down at the drawing in his hand, badly illuminated with the muted torch light he could just make it out. It was him, drawn in exquisite detail as he sat in front of a fire with his arms resting on his knees staring at the flames. A position he had sat in numerous times yes, but this one he knew instinctively was a drawing of before they had found Finn and Murphy in the grounder village. Where he and Clarke had talked about Finn, but more importantly when he had assured her that she had done the right thing in closing the drop ship door.
He couldn’t deny the fact that his heart had broken a little when she had told him to go and be the inside man. It had hurt that she seemed ready to sacrifice him so easily. Now looking down at the drawing he knew that her intention had never been to make him think he was expendable. This was her trusting him. Trusting him to save their people, trusting him to do what needed to be done for the army to rush the mountain. Maybe it was wishful thinking on Bellamy’s part, but it was also a promise that the old her was still in the cold shell she had turned into. Bellamy was no stranger to the idea that caring was a weakness, but he also knew the strength that love could give you. Smoothing his thumb over the name ‘Clarke’ written at the bottom of the page Bellamy promised himself that when he got back to her he would show her just how strong love was.