Hi lovelies! I hope you're all doing well! This new one is my interpretation of what may have been going through their heads during their walkie talkie conversation they had last night. *feels* I hope you guys like it!

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"What is my job?" Clarke yelled, frustration clouding her voice. Clarke wasn't one to just give up, but after the day she had, she wasn't sure where her place was anymore. Her mom had been overruling her constantly and while everyone was losing hope, she was busy trying to convince everyone of Bellamy's success, of the fact that if anyone could make it in, it was him. But everyone was losing hope, and it was getting exhausting being the only one with blind faith when everyone was telling her to open her eyes.

"I don't know, to come up with something!" Raven yelled back. She had been responding back to Clarke with quips, and although it didn't always read on her face, Clarke appreciated it. She appreciated having a sound board of sorts, one that kept her afloat and slightly tethered to reality. Raven challenged her, expected things from her, and she needed that when Abby was constantly tearing her down.

"I've tried-" Clarke began, but she never got to finish that thought, because a familiar voice rang through the radio.

Camp Jaha, this is mount weather. Can anyone read me?

This was what she had been waiting for, what she was busy convincing everyone of. Bellamy had made it. After days of defending him and her belief in him, here was proof that she was right, that she put her trust into the right person yet again. Raven handed her the walkie and Clarke grabbed it, bracing herself with a quick lick of her lips.

"Bellamy?" she asked.

"Clarke?" Bellamy responded, a hopeful tinge in his voice.

At hearing him say her name, incredulity spread through her like fire. Until then, she didn't realize just how much she missed his voice, missed his presence right beside or behind her, supporting her when she needed it. Bellamy was a reminder of all she had endured since arriving on the ground. He reminded her of who she was now, of how strong she'd become and how she was a leader, despite what her mother had tried to instill in her.

Clarke let out a small breath of relief, and she also realized how much she had meant those five words she had said to him not too long ago.

I can't lose you, too.

And she was right. She couldn't lose him. It had been too much of a risk to send him out in the first place, but she kept those thoughts and feelings at bay, deciding instead to have hope for his success.

Clarke felt herself smile, and it felt a little weird to her. She hadn't smiled since before Finn died, and here she was, feeling the utmost joy and strength that only Bellamy could bring out in her.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine. We have to talk fast. Something has changed. Jasper, Monty, everyone, they just locked them in the dorm," Bellamy responded.

Clarke had been so wrapped up in how relieved she felt at Bellamy's being alive that she hadn't allowed herself to think about the rest of them. Her people.

"But they're alive? All of them?" she asked.

"I think so, for now. Maya says that they're already using their blood, and things are gonna get ugly in here real fast," he said.

Clarke remembered when their roles were reversed, and she was the one escaping from mount weather. She had spent a lot of time telling Bellamy about what happened to her while she was trapped there, telling him about Maya, the girl Jasper seemed so enamored by.

"Maya is with you?" she asked.

"She helped me escape. If not for her, I'd be dead. And Clarke, there are kids in here. We need a plan that doesn't kill everyone. Please tell me we have one," Bellamy pleaded.

Maya, the girl she threatened with a piece of class when she woke up in mount weather. Who would've thought this girl would play an imminent part in helping her people escape? Who would've thought she would owe her for saving Bellamy's life?

"I hear you, but we can't do anything until you disable the acid fog. Raven is gonna help you," she said.

"Got it, what else?" Bellamy asked.

Clarke's mind started working a mile a minute, trying to come up with new ideas to help him.

"You have to figure out a way to free the Grounder prisoners. There's a whole army inside that mountain, and they don't even realize it," she said. She started believing in their complete success again, at the prospect of seeing all of her people together once more, at being reunited with Bellamy.

"Trojan horse. Good plan," he said. At this point, she shouldn't be surprised at his knowledge, referencing yet another story she grew up reading.

"What does Maya think? Is it doable?" she asked.

"She says it's not a problem. Look, if I'm going to pull this off, I need you to buy me some time. It won't be long before they realize I don't belong here, and if that happens…" he trailed off.

"That can't happen," she said sternly, "I'll come up with something."

After all, Raven did say that was her job. She was going to make sure she was really good at it.

"Come up with it quick" Bellamy said.

"Copy that. And Bellamy…" Clarke trailed off, hesitating, trying to figure out the right words to say.

"Yeah?" he said.

"You came through. I knew you would," she said. And it was true, the only thing she didn't waver in was her belief that he would succeed, and she was right. He did.

"All I've done so far is not get killed," he said.

That was what she needed most, and she was grateful for just his survival.

"Keep doing that," she said. I need you, she thought. But she wouldn't let those words leave her lips, not yet, not at least until he was right in front of her, hugging her like she hugged him when she came back.

Clarke felt herself picking up the pieces of her she had felt slipping away. Knowing now that Bellamy was alive, that he needed her and depended on her was all she needed to bring her back into reality, into being a leader again. She handed the radio back to Raven, determination flowing through her. She would give him as much time as he needed. She would make sure that Bellamy came home.

After being tortured, electrocuted and almost caught, Maya finally led him to where he could get in contact with Camp Jaha. It was one more step toward getting out of mount weather, and he would do whatever it took to get him and his people out of there. He could only hope that he could get through and that someone was on the other end to receive his message.

"Camp Jaha, this is mount weather. Can you read me?" Bellamy asked.

Each second that went unanswered his heart dropped a little more, until he heard the one voice he never expected to hear coming from the other end.

"Bellamy?" she asked. How many times had he imagined her voice since he'd been caught? How many times had he imagined their last interaction? How many times did he wish to get out of there just to see her, to give her a hug the way she did when she escaped?

"Clarke?" he asked shifting his weight and leaning against the wall, bracing himself. He needed to make sure that what he was hearing was real. The surprise he felt at it being her who answered was evident on his face, and he inhaled a little, trying to get some air and not helping the slight smirk he had on his face. This was one of the most pleasant surprises he'd had in his life. Somehow, they always made it back to one another.

Bellamy had been replaying his last moments with Clarke over and over again, questioning what changed.

I can't lose you, too.

Hadn't that been what she said? He couldn't deny her anything, and so he stopped with his grand plan, always making sure Clarke was okay, always protecting her. He knew it shouldn't have, but those five words allowed him to hope, just a little bit. Clarke wasn't so openly free with her words, and if she was declaring out loud that he was important to her, that wasn't something he could take lightly.

Until she told him to go. Until she changed her mind and decided that sending him to mount weather was important.

It's worth the risk.

Something had happened. Something changed her, turned her a little harder on the inside for just a little while. And what could he say? He couldn't really deny her anything. Him leaving was proof of that.

"Are you alright?" Clarke asked.

He flashed back to being in a cage, strung upside down. But he prevailed, he made it through with Maya's help. He survived.

"I'm fine. We have to talk fast. Something has changed. Jasper, Monty, everyone, they just locked them in the dorm," he responded. Bellamy thought back to Jasper's face, incredulity written all over it mixed with some hope. Bellamy knew he needed to help them. He needed to get them out.

"But they're alive? All of them?" she asked.

"I think so, for now. Maya says that they're already using their blood, and things are gonna get ugly in here real fast," he said.

"Maya is with you?" she asked.

Bellamy remembered the first night that he spent with Clarke after she escaped. They filled each other in on what had happened while they were away. Later that night he watched her sleep, and he wondered how long it had been since she'd been able to sleep peacefully, without being worried about having to escape. She trusted him, enough so that she fell asleep right beside him, knowing that he would protect her no matter what.

"She helped me escape. If not for her, I'd be dead. And Clarke, there are kids in here. We need a plan that doesn't kill everyone. Please tell me we have one," he explained.

He thought back to the pre-schooler with blonde hair, talking about a father he wouldn't see again. One that almost killed him. He owed the boy, owed him a life where he could grow up, be stronger and better than his father was.

"I hear you, but we can't do anything until you disable the acid fog. Raven is gonna help you," she said.

"Got it, what else?" Bellamy asked.

"You have to figure out a way to free the Grounder prisoners. There's a whole army inside that mountain, and they don't even realize it," she said.

Bellamy thought back to the grounder girl in the cage. They'd formed a bond; she owed him her life and she repaid it by helping him save himself. Perhaps the other grounders would listen to her, and she would know that he could be trusted. This could work, he realized. Another step closer to home, another step closer to Clarke.

"Trojan horse, good plan," he said. He could always depend on Clarke to come up with something.

"What does Maya think? Is it doable? Clarke asked.

Bellamy looked over at Maya, a look of distress on her face, the shake of her head. But he knew this was the only way out, and if he and Clarke worked together they had a chance. There was nothing they couldn't accomplish together. He need her to believe, to believe this could work and to believe in him.

"She says it's not a problem. Look, if I'm going to pull this off, I need you to buy me some time. It won't be long before they realize I don't belong here, and if that happens…" he trailed off.

"That can't happen," she said sternly, "I'll come up with something."

"Come up with it quick" Bellamy said. They wouldn't be them if he didn't put a little bit of pressure on her. It was nothing she couldn't handle. She was forged of iron, she just hadn't known before. He hoped she knew now.

"Copy that. And Bellamy…" Clarke trailed off.

"Yeah?" he said.

"You came through. I knew you would," she said.

Clarke did believe in him, then. She believed he'd get through, that he'd contact her. He needed to make sure she kept believing. Bellamy needed that in order to believe it himself, to believe he could save everyone, like he always tried to.

"All I've done so far is not get killed," he said. It was the truth. He went against Lovejoy, escaped with Maya's help, tried not to be recognized.

"Keep doing that," she said with determination in her voice.

That was the Clarke he knew, the one that stood by her beliefs. The one born to lead; not Helen of Troy, though she had been beautiful enough to start a war, but more like Athena, a goddess of war, of wisdom, of heroic endeavor. She was something all her own.

Now he had new words to think about.

Keep doing that.

Bellamy would make sure to live by them. To stay alive, not just because he wanted to live, to meet up with Clarke again, but simply because she asked. He couldn't deny her anything.