This is my first fanfiction ever, this idea has been going around my head for a while now and I just wanted to write it down. I usually don't let people read what I have written but I'm been brave. It is set at the end of episode 8 and will change from then onwards. I may use simlar events to the programme but change them to suit my story.

I don't own any of this, I'm just playing with the characters.

Bellamy and Clarke walked back through the forest heading back to camp; the bags filled with guns slung over their shoulders. Both had been physically and mentally hurt in the fight with Dax but neither would admit that it was painfully to carry the guns.

After Clarke had comforted Bellamy and both felt as though they could move again they had gone back to the bunker to find something to bury Dax with and to pack as many guns and blankets as possible. They walked back to the clearing and buried Dax there before beginning the long walk back to camp. As the camp wall came into view Bellamy stopped, Clarke could feel his hesitation and knew that he was still considering leaving but she could not let him. She knew she could not lead the 100 on her own; they followed her because Bellamy respected her. They followed Bellamy's lead; it had been that way from the beginning. She had got him to agree to talk to Jaha, she was sure Jaha would pardon him after all he himself had done wrong.

"Bellamy…" Clarke whispered stopping beside him.

Bellamy sighed and stood with his head hung for a second before walking towards the gate.

The gates opened and they walked through together to see the camp in disarray; it seems the grounder had escaped. Bellamy and Clarke shared a look; it was one problem after another. In the confusion only the guards had seen them enter the camp. A silence fell over the camp as they walked into the centre showing everyone the guns and presenting a united front. They would start training with the guns the next day and the blankets would be given out. The group surrounding the fire started to disperse and move away from the fire while Clarke and Bellamy started to discuss where they would store the guns until people could use them. When Finn started to approach from the other side of the fire.

"Clarke," he called "Why have-"

He did not get to finish his sentence as Clarke whirled on him and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Finn, you're supposed to be on bed rest, you could rip your stiches. Go back to your tent and I will come and check your stiches," she said dismissing him.

Raven who had been glaring as Finn approach followed him back to their tent. Clarke turned back to Bellamy and gave him a small smile.

"Go check on your patient Princess. I need to go talk to Miller to find out what happened with the grounder."

Clarke strode into Finn's tent arms folded, it was very clear she was not pleased that he was out of bed. Raven had gone to get Finn some water.

"Clarke guns really," Finn said as Clarke checked his wound, everything seemed fine but his words annoyed her.

"With the grounder escaping we need to be prepared," Clarke did not see the problem with guns in camp. Yeah most of the people in camp were dangerous but in Clarke opinion Grounders were far more dangerous.

"Our ancestors wanted to be prepared Clarke, they built bombs."

"Guns aren't bombs, Finn."

"In Bellamy's hands they are."

Clarke had heard enough she was not going to sit here a listen to Finn insult Bellamy. He was not as bad as Finn made him out to be.

"I trust him!" exclaimed Clarke as Raven walked into the tent, her eyes wide.

"You can't be serious."

"I am," Clarke said as she stood up and walked out of the tent going to the communication tent to get tell them they wanted to talk to Jaha before she got Bellamy.

"Miller!" bellowed Bellamy striding over to where Miller was stood like a startled deer; he knew he was in trouble. "What the hell happened? How did the Grounder escape?"

"Well, it was the nuts, they made us all high," said Miller sounding sorry.

"Right," Bellamy already knew that the nuts made them high his experience was not pleasant "So he escaped while everyone was out of it?" he asked.

Miller nodded "I'm sorry he escaped."

Bellamy just nodded at the apology. "Have we gotten rid of all the nuts now?"

"Yeah I've gotten a group of people to burn them so it won't happen again. What are we doing about the guns?"

"Get a team together, people we can trust with a gun and we will start with them. Ask Monroe, Derek, Drew and a few others. I'm trusting you with this, you get one more chance." Bellamy levelled him with a stare as he nodded and ran off.

He saw Octavia standing next to the wall looking out into the forest; he walked up to her grabbing one of the orange blankets from the bunker on his way. He draped it over her shoulders leaving his hands on his shoulders.

"The Grounder, did you do it," he asked. He had his suspicions and he had to ask. He would believe anything she told him but he wanted her to say it.

"I had nothing to do with it."

Bellamy nodded he would believe her.

"Bellamy!" Clarke called from across the camp. "It's time."

They were sat in the communications tent their legs pressed against each other, both wore headsets as Jaha came on to the screen. Bellamy sat there as Clarke defended him and pleaded his case to a man who was once like an uncle to her. He was captivated by her, why would she defend him, sure he protected her but did she truly believe he was worth it. Bellamy was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Jaha say "It is not that simple Clarke."

"It is if you want to know who on the Ark wants you dead," Bellamy bit out.

Jaha seemed to deliberate on this it was clear that he wanted the information but he did not want to pardon the man who shot him even if he did it to protect someone he cared about.

"We will need the council to vote on it," Jaha said eventually, "we will get back to you once we have made our decision."

"That's not good enough," declared Clarke.

"It is going to have to be Clarke. It is the best I can do. Now will you speak to your mother?"

"No, not until you pardon Bellamy," said Clarke crossing her arms stubbornly.

Bellamy watched Clarke, was she really doing this; sticking by him against a man she had grown up knowing. This gave Bellamy the hope she would stick by him through the worst even if he wasn't pardoned.

"Clarke, why?" asked Jaha.

"Because he deserves forgiveness more than you," Clarke's voice was cold and hard and her gaze was unforgiven.

"We will get back to you tomorrow morning."

There was a noise in the background over the headset and Bellamy asked "What was that?"

"We will get back to you," was all Jaha said before the monitor went black.

Bellamy and Clarke exchanged a look. Bellamy looked deflated this was not what they wanted.

"Bellamy, please don't leave," she was begging him; "If they don't pardon you we will declare independence. They are never going to lock you up or execute you. I promise, I won't let them."

Bellamy looked into her eyes that showed fear, fear he was going to leave and it broke him.

"I promise Princess, I will still be here in the morning," Bellamy said smiling.