Clarke sat alone in Camp Jaha on a cool October night and downed a glass of Monty's moonshine. She shivered at the strength of the drink and lost herself in thought.

It had been two days since the 47 were rescued from Mount Weather. Defeating the Mountain Men was not easy and many lives were lost, but for the first time since they were on the ground, they were not threatened.

Lexa and Indra died heroically in battle while taking down Cage Wallace. This devastated Octavia, but the grounders believed that Lexa's soul was in Octavia, so they wanted her to become the new Commander. Octavia was hesitant to take on this authority because of what happened to Lincoln.

Octavia felt that if she became the commander, she would not have the time to focus on helping Lincoln recover from his relapse. However, Clarke begged Octavia to take the position because if not, the grounders could stop honoring the peace treaty. Eventually, Octavia agreed. Her ceremonial induction would be held in two more days.

Bellamy was not thrilled about his sister becoming a complete grounder, but he had a lot more on his mind than that. Bellamy had been tortured mentally and emotionally in Mount Weather to the point where he did not know what to do with himself anymore. He was able to disable the acid fog and help the 47 escape, but he still had a price to pay. The pain that he endured and witnessing the brutal deaths of children scarred him for life.

Clarke did what she could to comfort Bellamy but it was no use. He was distant from everyone. Clarke knew that she should have been celebrating with the rest of the people but she couldn't help but feel lonely and sad. With Raven avoiding her, Monty and Jasper recuperating, Octavia becoming commander, and Bellamy distancing himself from everyone, Clarke was alone.

Clarke didn't know what to do with her life now that the war was over. She couldn't figure out what her purpose was. Her mother retook command of the ark immediately following the war and Jackson had medical under control. Clarke couldn't fit in anywhere.

She decided to take a walk back to the drop ship. She knew it was dangerous to walk back there alone at night but she was too drunk to care. Clarke grabbed a pack and stumbled out of the gate. The gate was left permanently open after the war as a sign of welcoming to the grounders.

Clarke was a little tipsy which made walking quite difficult. She laughed at herself when she tripped over a tree branch and struggled to get up. She used the tall trees to help herself move forward.

Just as her legs were about to give out, she saw the dropship in the distance. This motivated her to keep moving forward. Once she arrived at the drop ship, she noticed a light shining from inside the drop ship door. Clarke pulled out her gun and slowly crept up to the door. She took one last deep breath and then burst through the aimed her gun at the figure sitting near the light.

The man looked up. He had dark circles around his eyes and tear stained cheeks. He looked embarrassed to see her so he turned his head away. It was Bellamy.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, slurring the last word. He grabbed her hand and helped her sit down. Clarke slumped over onto Bellamy's shoulder and burped. He chuckled for the first time since he came back from Mount Weather.

"Sorry.." Clarke slurred as a blush crept up her cheeks. She tapped his face with her fingers and laughed. Bellamy could smell the alcohol on her breath. "Clarke, are you drunk?" He asked with a hint of concern. Clarke nodded and closed her eyes.

"I don't even see the point anymoreeee…" She slurred. Bellamy held her face up so he could hear her better. "What are you talking about?" He asked. Bellamy felt the force of Clarke's head weighing down on his hands. She was passing out. Her bloodshot eyes couldn't stay open.

Suddenly, she was asleep. Bellamy sighed and let her body fall onto him. He shut his eyes and went to sleep as well.

The next morning Clarke woke up on the hammock in the drop ship. Bellamy must have moved her last night, but he was nowhere to be found.

Clarke groaned and rubbed her temples. She had a horrible hangover. Before she could open her eyes again, she felt strong arms lifting her up and pouring water into her mouth.

"Thanks.." She mumbled and covered her eyes with her arm. Bellamy laughed again. "I never thought that I would see Clarke Griffin drunk." Bellamy teased. Clarke swatted him away with her free hand and he playfully swatted her back.

"You seem better." Clarke mumbled. Bellamy sighed as he took a damp cloth and placed it on her forehead. "Yeah, I don't know why but, I suddenly feel a little better." He replied. Clarke gave him a half smile and rolled onto her side.

"What's bothering you?" He asked. Clarke turned back around to face him and opened her eyes to stare into his deep brown eyes. He bent down to her level so they could see one another eye to eye.

"It's just...I don't feel like I belong here anymore. On the Ark I mean. There's just no place for me there. I think I should just leave." Clarke admitted. Bellamy was flabbergasted. He held his breath, unsure of how to respond to her.

"You can't leave Clarke… I…" Bellamy stuttered. Clarke cocked her head slightly to the side, cueing him to continue. Bellamy couldn't find the rest of the words.

"Anyways, I've been thinking maybe I should just get out of here. Go to the ocean and meet with that clan Octavia was talking about." Clarke said. Bellamy was still in shock. He never would have thought Clarke would leave her people.

"So you are just going to leave us, just like that?" He asked with a hint of anger in his voice. Clarke could sense the tension in his face and responded with a more demanding tone.

"You make it seem like I'd be abandoning my people, I'm not. I did what I had to do. I saved them and now they don't need me anymore. Ever since the war with the grounders, I've done things that I can never be forgiven for. My mother hates me because I allowed that village to get blown up. Even you hate me for that." Clarke screamed. Bellamy rolled his eyes and walked away.

"You have no room to talk, Bellamy! You ran away here!" Clarke screamed. This was enough to get him to turn around. Anger boiled in his face.

"I'm sorry I'm having trouble looking at anyone lately! I was fucking tortured in Mount Weather where you sent me! I killed a young boy's father. Don't give me that shit Clarke." He shouted back. He then continued to walk off into the woods.

Clarke didn't have the strength to chase after him so she just collapsed on the floor and vomited.

Clarke fell asleep again on the floor next to her vomit. When she woke up a few hours later, Bellamy still was not there. Clarke jolted up off of the floor and looked outside the drop ship. He wasn't there either.

"Bellamy?" She called out. The only response she received was her echo. She walked down the drop ship door and onto the rubble. She then saw a figure sitting on the fence and looking up at the stars. It was Bellamy.

Clarke slowly approached him and climbed up to sit next to him. He didn't acknowledge her presence.

"I'm sorry… For everything. I did…"

"What you had to do. I know." He interrupted. Clarke huffed and looked up at the stars.

"Us fighting doesn't help anything. I'm going back to the ark tonight. You should come too." Clarke suggested. Bellamy shook his head.

"You don't have to face this alone. Plus Octavia's induction as the new Commander is tomorrow and I know she wants you there." Clarke said. Bellamy froze. He had completely forgotten about that.

Clarke stood up and jumped off of the fence. She put her pack back on and began walking into the woods. Before she knew it. She heard steps behind her. It was Bellamy.

"I'm doing this for Octavia." He said. Clarke nodded and they walked on, into the endless forest in search of Camp Jaha.