Hi guys. So I was reading some Bellarke fanfics, and I realized that most them involved Clarke pregnant, and that really bugged me. There are literally no other plot lines out there. Okay, maybe a few, but still. I don't have anything against pregnancy, but it kind of gets boring reading the same thing over and over again. Anyway, I had this really awesome idea, and I logged onto my fanfiction account for the first time after more than a year (I think) just to post this story. I hope you guys like it!

A/N: This is set sometime after episode 8. I'm not going with the whole Grounder war thing. I also have no idea whether her mom is alive or dead, but I think this story would be better with her alive since I want it to center around Bellamy and Clarke, and not how depressed Clarke is after becoming an orphan, so I've kept it that way. Oh and the whole of the Ark comes down at once, there's no "there's only enough drop ships for 700 people" drama. Warning: The characters, especially Clarke and Bellamy, might be a little OOC. Also, I own nothing.

Chapter 1:

Today was the day. In exactly 12 hours, Clarke was going to see her mother again, face to face. She had no idea what she was supposed say to her. There was no hiding the fact that she had turned in her father, gotten him killed, but Abby was still her mother. She pushed the thought out of her head and turned her attention to the herbs she was supposed to be identifying. She would deal with her mother when she arrived.

"Clarke!"

She spun around. Octavia was standing in front of her, arms crossed over her chest.

"Bellamy's looking for you. Better hurry up, he's in a bad mood."

Octavia smirked, as if satisfied by the fact that Clarke would to have to deal with her aggressive brother. There had been a tension of sorts lingering between them ever since Clarke had let Bellamy torture Lincoln, and she had a feeling the other girl didn't like her very much. Another name on the long list of people who couldn't stand her.

By now, Octavia had stalked off to do whatever it was she normally did. Sneaking off to see Lincoln, no doubt. No wonder Bellamy was in such a bad mood. It couldn't be easy having to take care of a sister who was head over heels for a savage.

Whatever the case, if Bellamy wanted to talk to her, he could come find her himself. She was tired of his "I'm the king of the world" attitude. Suddenly not caring at all about the herbs, she went to her tent and plopped down on the makeshift bed consisting of the few blankets Bellamy and her had found not so long ago. It seemed like a really old memory though, like something out of a dream.

Things were different now. There had been no sign of the Grounders ever since Lincoln had disappeared. People were calmer now, especially since they had guns. And winter was creeping in slowly, making the branches on the trees shrivel and the atmosphere turn startlingly cold. Thank God the Ark was coming down with supplies.

And Bellamy. Things with Bellamy had been weird ever since he'd opened up to her after they'd both nearly died. They had some sort of awkward friendship thing going on. She wasn't sure what to call it. Maybe friends was too strong a word. There were, of course, times when he acted like a complete jerk and made her want to pull her hair out and scream. He was one of the only people who made her want to lose control like that, and it bothered her more than anything.

"Where is she?! And why the bloody hell does no one come when I call them?"

She sighed. Speak of the devil. She got up, just as Bellamy, with his disheveled tuft of brown hair peeked inside her tent, still swearing.

"What is it now? Did Jasper have a bad dream again?"

He looked at her indignantly. He was completely inside now, leaving no space in the small tent, towering over her like he owned the place. Asshat.

"I called for you. Didn't Octavia tell you?"

"She did. I just didn't feel like coming."

He looked like she'd hit him.

She smirked.

"Well, what's so important it made big bad Bellamy Blake get up and come all the way over her to talk to little insignificant me?"

He pushed past her and fell backwards onto her bed, his hands behind his head, regarding her with a thoughtful expression on his face. He continued staring at her for a few minutes. Finally, she grew impatient, and was just about to open her mouth to tell him that she wasn't in the mood to play games, when he spoke up.

"It's about tomorrow. When the Ark comes down."

She raised an eyebrow, and he continued.

"I know Jaha said I was pardoned, but you know, I did try to kill the man and-"

"You think he won't keep his word. About forgiving you."

He nodded, and she sighed.

"I don't know whether to trust him either. I can't promise he'll keep his word, but what I can promise is that I'll do my best to convince him to keep it. That's all I can do."

He smiled gratefully.

"It's enough. Thank you Princess. I knew you'd come through."

She scowled. She hated that nickname. It made her feel like she was somehow above the rest of them, when she really wasn't. They thought of her as the Ark's lapdog because of her mother's seat on the Council. But the truth was, she hated it as much as the rest of them. She had ever since her father had been floated. Nobody down here realized that.

"Get out. I've had a long day, and I'm tired."

"But we haven't even-"

"NOW."

He must have seen the expression on her face, because he got up and left without another word.

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Clarke woke up to the sound of uncontrollable sobbing. Her first assumption was that the Grounders had finally decided to attack. She shot up immediately, grabbing the gun beside her, and went outside. The sun's light hurt her eyes. Squinting, she looked around. People were running around the camp, shouting. A lot of people. A girl outside her tent had her arms around an older woman and was crying into her shoulder. Suddenly it her what was happening. The Ark was here.

Which meant...

Her mother was here.

"Clarke?"

She spun around at the sound of her mother's familiar voice. And there she was, standing in front of her, a hand over her mouth, looking close to tears. They stood there for a few minutes, some 10 meters apart, staring at each other, like opponents waiting for the other to make a move.

Finally getting tired of the tension between them, it was Clarke who made the first move. She didn't know what came over her then, how she forgot about what Abby had done to her dad. All she would remember later would be running into her mother's warm embrace and letting every tear she had held back for the past two months spill free. She realized then that her mother was all she had left in the world. Her father and Wells were the only two people in the world who had cared about her, and both of them were dead. The thought made her sob harder.

Her mother pulled away then, her face tear stained. She smiled.

"Oh, my baby. I missed you so much. And I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay mom. We don't have to talk about it. Yet. "

Her mother looked surprised, but she nodded.

"Whenever you're ready."

She didn't think she'd ever be ready, but she didn't say that. She didn't have the chance to say anything, actually, because Chancellor Jaha appeared then.

"Hello Clarke. It's good to see you again."

"You too, Chancellor."

Just then she saw Bellamy come out of his tent, followed by two slim brunette girls.

She kept her eyes on him as she spoke to Jaha.

"You know Chancellor, I think you should meet someone, face to face. Bellamy!"

She waved him over. His eyes found her, and when he finally saw who she was talking to, an alarmed expression settled on his face. He still walked over to them though, coming to a stop beside her.

"Chancellor, I know you've already met before, but this is Bellamy Blake. He's the main reason most of us survived down here."

Jaha assessed Bellamy for a minute, and then, finally, slowly, as if fearing he would try to kill him again, he offered him his hand.

Bellamy shot her a look, and then shook the Chancellor's hand nervously.

"It's nice to meet you sir. I hope there's no hard feelings. You know..um...about the time I tried to ...um...kill you."

Wow. Straightforward. She glared at him. Here she was, trying to get him into the Ark's good books and he just went and ruined the whole damn thing.

But Jaha just laughed. It was a grim laugh, but it was better than nothing, right? She sighed in relief.

"No Mr. Blake. Like I said before, you've been pardoned completely. Both you, and your sister."

She resisted the urge to blurt out that Octavia hadn't really done anything. Being born wasn't a crime. She snuck a glance at Bellamy's face, and his expression told her he wanted to say the same thing. She touched his arm gently to warn him not to say anything rash and smiled her best smile at Jaha.

"Thankyou Chancellor. If you'll excuse us, Bellamy and I need to wrap some things up, since the Council will want to take control over everything now, yes?"

Jaha nodded, and she smiled at her mother who had a some-what curious expression on her face, before leading Bellamy away from them.

They came to a stop beside a tree, and he leaned against it, an amused expression on his face. If he was still angry about what Jaha had said about Octavia, he wasn't letting it show.

"So Princess, what "things" do we need to wrap up?"

She scowled.

"Don't call me that. And you could at least try to be a little thankful for what I did for you there. If you're lucky, he may even let you be a guard again."

It was his turn to scowl now.

"Is that what you think I want? To be a guard, taking orders from bastards like Jaha over there? Who, just by the way, had my mother floated. And your father too. Or have you forgotten, Princess?"

She flinched at the venom in his voice, but didn't say anything.

"Of course you have. Now that they're back, I bet you're going to go back to being mommy's privileged little girl aren't you, doing everything they say?"

He stopped suddenly, as if realizing what he'd said. Seeing the horrified expression on her face, he reached out for her.

"Clarke, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

Clarke felt close to tears. She pushed his outstretched hand away angrily.

"Yes, you did. You meant all of it. And if you think I'm going to do that, Bellamy, then you really don't know anything."

And then she stormed off, leaving him looking on after her with a regretful expression on his face.

So, what did you think? Feel free to leave a review!