Soulmate

2. Trapped

Clarke walked ahead, following the map she had drawn up with Jaha's directions on.

Bellamy was following close behind. She was arguing with herself about whether to completely ignore him or attempt civilised conversation.

She made the mistake of glancing back at him. He was strolling along, looking up at the sky, munching on one of his ration packs.

"What?" He asked, grinning.

She rolled her eyes. "Pay attention." She said, glancing around.

"Whatever you say princess." Bellamy chuckled, and Clarke winced. "What is it? Don't you know how to have fun?"

"Fun?" Clarke exclaimed, turning to face him fully. "We dont have time for fun. There could be grounders near by, or acid fog or anything! It's growing colder, we need to find these supplies or-"

"Or imminent death. I get it. Relax." Bellamy sighed, putting his hands up in surrender.

She looked away and kept walking, picking up the pace.

Afternoon came around quickly and she was pleased to see they were getting close.

But she had also noticed Bellamy's change in attitude. He wasn't strolling along happily anymore but silently brooding.

"The Ark will be down soon." Clarke said, "Jaha with them..."

"So!" Bellamy snarled.

"Sooo, you can't avoid him forever." Clarke said cautiously, walking up the steep slope.

"I can try." Bellamy said, overtaking her.

She hurried to meet him where he had stopped at the top of the hill. "Maybe he'll be lenient."

"I shot the man Clarke, he's not just gonna forgive and forget!" He snapped, moving close to her threateningly.

She glared up at him and then looked at the open area in front of them. "We're here." She said, "We need to find the door."

"Split up, stay within shouting distance." Bellamy grumbled, making his way down to the left. Clarke watched him go before heading right.

It wasn't long before she found the metal hatch in the floor. She went to pull it open but it would not give and she slipped, catching her foot on a branch. She cried out as pain shot up her leg.

"Clarke?" Bellamy called out, running over to her. She straightened, wiped her brow and nodded to the door.

"Found it, the door is jammed." She said. He looked at her a moment before getting out his knife.

"Move." He said and she shuffled back as he hacked at the lock. He slid his knife back into his belt and pulled the door open, hopping down the stairs into the bunker. Clarke followed, looking up at the grey sky, the clouds swarming, a cold wind starting to pick up. Clarke closed the hatch and turned on her torch, looking around the darkness.

"This place is a shit hole." Bellamy cursed darkly. Clarke had to agree with him on that one. "So much for living down here."

They moved further into the bunker, Clarke opening empty box after empty box, Bellamy growing more agitated. He slammed a box down and swore before sulking off into the gloom, too far for the reach of her torchlight.

She kept looking and could not hear a sound from Bellamy. She felt utterly alone.

"There's blankets!" She exclaimed happily, opening a box and finding it full. She began bundling a bunch into her arms and heard Bellamy scoff from somewhere ahead. Clarke gritted her teeth.

"What?" She snapped, putting the blankets to the side, moving foward and turning the torch on his smug face.

"Look what I found." He said and she frowned, pointing the light lower to where he was holding a gun in each hand.

Clarke exhaled, laughing. Actually laughing, in relief! Relief at the sight of Bellamy Blake armed with three guns, two of which might as well have been pointed directly at her.

"Are there more?" She asked.

"Probably, there's a room down here, come on." He said, grinning widely.

Clarke followed and set the torch down.

"Come on. You need to know how to do this." He said, drawing a cross on the blanket hung over the arch way in front of them. He handed her a gun and she stared at him in bewilderment. What was he playing at. "Come on, first lesson is face the target." He said, taking her by the arms and turning her around.

She went very still, his hard chest pressed to her back. Only did she breathe easy when he stepped back, his hands still on hers.

"A little higher." He said, lifting the gun onto her shoulder, one hand on her back.

She could hardly focus on the gun or her aim when he was so close.

"Um okay, that's good. Give it a go." He said, quickly pulling away and Clarke shot, nearly hitting the cross right in the centre.

A rush of adrenaline hit her and she laughed. "Is it horrible that i found that amazing?" She breathed, smiling from ear to ear.

She looked back at Bellamy who was smiling smugly. "No, try again." He said.

"No, we shouldnt waste the ammunition. Stay here and look for more guns, i will retrace our steps." Clarke said, taking the gun with her.

Clarke spent a while looking when Bellamy jumped up behind her. Shw screamed and swung around, pointing the gun right at him.

He then held up two handfuls of guns and she lowered hers.

"Good job." She said, still slightly breathless. He grinned and her stomach twisted. She had to look away, "got everything? Lets head back." She said, heading down the corridor.

Bellamy was crouched at the bottom of the stairs, making a bundle of the blankets and sorting through the guns, shoving the bullets into their bags. Clarke made her way to thw hatch and pushed it open, gasping and wincing as something ice cold smacked her in the face.

"Clarke you alright?" Bellamy asked, looking up, his face dropping at the sight.

Clarke glared up at the raging snow storm. She pulled the hatch closed, with some effort against the wind and wiped the snow and ice from her face.

"Looks like we're stuck here." She said and Bellamy swore.

Stuck in this hell hole with the person she dislikes most in the world. Trapped. There was no other word for it.

AN: Tanks for reading :)