Authors Note: I'm sorry that this isn't the best writing, but I was really inspired to write this story. Hope you all enjoy!

"I think we deserve a drink," Bellamy stated as Clarke slowly approached him. She knew that this would be the last time that she would see him for a while and her slow pace reminded her how much she didn't want to leave him behind.

"Have one for me." Her voice was devoid of all emotion. It was empty. She knew that what she was about to do to Bellamy and all the others would devastate them, however dealing with the guilt was just too much.

"Hey, if we can get through this…" Bellamy started to say, but was soon cut off by Clarke.

"I'm not going in."

Bellamy's heart dropped. Maybe if he was persistent enough she would give in, though he knew that one of Clarke's most prominent traits was being stubborn.

"Look, if you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you. You're forgiven," he said as he looked into her deep and soulful eyes, remembering the words that she had once said to him.

Bellamy intently gazed into Clarke eyes and pleaded with her, "Please come inside." He saw something in her eyes. Something different. They were overcome by darkness and changed from the bright and shiny ones that they once were.

"Take care of them for me," Clarke uttered dryly.

"Clarke…"

"No. Seeing their faces everyday is just gonna remind me of what I did to get them here," Clarke insisted. She knew this would be the most painful goodbye of them all and Bellamy wasn't making it easy on her.

"What we did. You don't have to do this alone."

"I bear it so they don't have to," Clarke retorted. She could see the hurt and pain in Bellamy's dark eyes. Instead of this making her want to stay, it just reminded her of the hurt and pain that she caused for all of the people she murdered at Mount Weather. As much as she didn't want to leave Bellamy behind to deal with this on her own, he was as much, if not more, of a reminder of what had happened at the mountain.

"Where are you gonna go?" Bellamy asked, curious. He knew that he wasn't ever going to let his princess wander anywhere alone, especially in this unstable state of guilt.

"I don't know," Clarke said as she shook her head.

Clarke took a few steps towards Bellamy, who continued to look quite pained at her announcement of her sudden departure. Leaning towards him, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek, close to his jawline, before engulfing him in her arms. Bellamy couldn't believe that his was happening. He knew that Clarke was strong, but not strong enough to withstand an environment full of so many threats, not to mention the considerable guilt that would haunt her. It was not an option for him to let her go.

"May we meet again," said Clarke, as she, for a few more seconds, clung onto Bellamy. When Bellamy felt that Clarke was pulling away from the hug, he knew that he had to do something.

"No," he simply stated, as he grabbed her wrist, with a firm grip. Clarke looked at Bellamy, quite shocked, trying to pull her hand away from his grip.

"What do you mean 'no'?" she said as she continued to attempt to pry her wrist out of his hand. "Bellamy, let me go!"

"I can't do that. I won't do that," he steadily said, his voice not faltering. He needed Clarke to stay at camp and he needed her to believe that he wasn't going to let her go. "Just, please Clarke. You can't go."

In this moment, Clarke felt Bellamy's grip loosen slightly, which gave her enough of an edge to break free. She needed to escape from this moment. She couldn't afford to be weak. Taking off in the opposite direction, Clarke started to sprint away from Bellamy, but she was no match for him. He came up from behind her and locked his arms around her torso, where his head was positioned right on Clarke's left shoulder.

"Don't you dare think about doing that again," he whispered slowly into her ear. Clarke could feel the sensation of his lips against her ear. Before Clarke could make another move, Bellamy lifted her off of the ground and carried her, over his shoulder, back to the camp entrance. She knew that no matter how hard she tried, she wasn't strong enough to break free of Bellamy's hold in this moment. She would get her chance though. Bellamy wouldn't be able to watch her and prevent her from escaping at all points of the day, so there would surely be a time where the opportunity would be perfect.

Bellamy continued to walk at a steady pace until he reached the Ark's makeshift prison, where he was once held when the Arkers first came down. The Ark must have much bigger priorities, because there was nobody currently being held in the room. When Bellamy put Clarke down, he still held her in a firm wrist-lock, which Clarke glared at him for.

Bellamy shook his head at her, disappointed at her for wanting to leave, but mostly he was relieved at the fact that she wasn't gone. She was right in front of him and that was all he needed. Before Clarke could make any sudden movements, Bellamy swiftly grabbed a roll of cordage that the Arkers used to restrain the prisoners. Clarke knew where this was going and she didn't like it at all. Unfortunately, Bellamy was standing just feet away from the doorway of the room, so it would be tough to escape. Bellamy's eyes were trained on the cordage as he untangled it, so it was now or never for Clarke to make her escape.

Clarke thought that she would catch Bellamy off guard by this sudden escape, but she thought wrong. Bellamy lunged in front of the door right before Clarke slammed into him and began pounding on his chest in frustration, so desperate to escape. His expression grew hard as he sustained the hard blows Clarke was lashing out at him, but eventually he grabbed Clarke's wrist once again and marched her over to the wall. There was a perfect pipe for him to tie her to and Clarke saw it too. Clarke gazed at Bellamy with pleading eyes as he forcefully grabbed her wrists and tied them to the pipe. Once that was finished, they were both frozen in time, just staring at each other.

Eventually Bellamy pulled back away from her, as she sat helpless in front of him. He felt bad for what he had done and it pained him to see Clarke like this, but he didn't regret it for one second. He needed to protect her from what she would be faced with in the coming months or even years. Letting her deal with the guilt alone? That would be criminal. He cared way too much for her to even think about doing that.

"I hope you know why I'm doing this," he said as he shifted his gaze away from her. He couldn't look at her as she sat so helplessly on the floor in front of him.

Clarke said nothing. Instead, an emotion of despair appeared on her face and Bellamy could see that her eyes were beginning to water. He had never seen Clarke cry before.

"Hey, hey, hey," he whispered in a soft tone as he leaned down to comfort her. When he placed his hand on her shoulder, Clarke felt reassured. She felt safe. Protected.

"Bellamy," she began to say as her voice broke, "I can't do this. I can't do anything. I can't face anyone."

"Clarke… You don't have to do anything or face anyone. It's just you and me. I know that these next few months or maybe years will be challenging. But we can do it together, just as we've done everything else on the ground. We've always done everything in our power to keep our people safe and now I'm gonna take care of you." Shortly after, Bellamy enveloped her into a hug.

Clarke returned the hug and in that moment, she knew that she could stop resisting.