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“Sir, there are two figures coming out of the tree line. They don’t look like grounders.” The soldier on watch hands his binoculars over to Bellamy.
“That’s Clarke… and Murphy?” Bellamy tells the man on watch. “Open the gates.”
Bellamy was waiting in front of the gate when Clarke and Murphy walk in.
“Murphy, it’s good to see you again,” Bellamy told him.
“Is Jaha here?” Murphy asked. “I’ve got to talk some sense into that man.”
“John, is that you?” Jaha shouts from across the camp. Murphy immediately takes off at a jog towards the man.
“What no handcuffs this time?” Clarke asked with her voice full of venom.
“Clarke-“
“Actually I prefer Wanheda.” Her eyes held a challenge that dared Bellamy to respond but he wasn’t going to take the bait.
Clarke strode through camp like she owned the place. Bellamy followed her to Pike’s office.
“So Clarke, I’m glad to see that you have finally decided to return home,” Pike told her as she entered.
“I’ve made it so that the grounders are no longer asking for your blood, but you need to step down from your position as chancellor.”
“Why would he do that?” Bellamy asked.
Clarke resolutely did not look at Bellamy as she answered, “I have gotten the commander to agree to ‘Blood must not have blood’ but if you keep looking for a war then everyone in this camp will die.”
“This war is going to happen whether we want it to or not,” Pike countered. “We are simply being prepared for it.”
“A war will not happen unless you start it,” Clarke said lowly. “The commander has-“
“The same commander left you at the mountain?” Pike asked. “How do we know that she won’t double cross us again?”
Bellamy was nodding in agreement. “I don’t think it’s the best idea to trust Lexa. I know you-“
“Lexa is dead,” Clarke practically shouted at Bellamy.
“Then who is the commander now?” Pike questioned.
“Me.”