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Twenty - 278

So the day trip might as well have taken a week. With loud noises like back at camp, the three of us caught up on some much-needed sleep. Now, halfway through the day's light, Clarke informs us that we should be coming up on the bunker. But unfortunately for Bellamy, Clarke starts in with the Jaha talk again.

"Bellamy, you can't just assume that you have to hide from Jaha? He could be merciful."

Bellamy stops walking, running a hand down his face and groans. "Look. I shot the man, Clarke. He's not just gonna forgive and forget."

Bellamy's annoyance is basically radiating off of him. He clearly doesn't want to have this conversation anymore and needs a break away from Clarke. "Let's just split up, cover more ground," I advise, much to Bell's relief.

Clarke nods and heads off towards the left. I go towards the right, but I am stopped by Bellamy holding me by my wrist. I wince in slight pain and he releases my wrist.

"Sorry. Are you okay?" Bellamy asks.

I take my wrist into my hand and look down at it. "Yeah, they are healing pretty well," I meet his concerned gaze, "I'm doing great, Bell." He smiles, but I can see the worry he is trying to hide. "What did you need?" I ask, gathering his attention once more.

"Just..." he still lingering on my wounded wrists,  before he meets my eyes," Stay within shouting distance."

"Aye Aye, Captain." I salute him as I walk back towards the area I am to search.

Bellamy has this thing where he wants to always protect me. He wants me by his side, in his arms, within shouting distances. And I get it, it is who he is. He has to protect his sister down here, or no one else is going to. Well, besides me, Octavia is family now. But what he fails to realize is that I've been taking care of myself since I could remember. But now, I have other people trying to look out for me. And to say I don't love no longer being alone, I would be lying.

"Bellamy! Leigh!  Over here. I found a door." I stop my own search, running over to Clarke's side just before Bell reaches us. She is tugging on the door, with no avail.

"Ugh! I think it's rusted shut," She says.

"Oh, really Fake Princess, I just thought that there were little gremlins holding the door shut from the other side," I joke.

At first, she rolls her eyes, but then she begins laughing. "You never know, Grounder Princess." I expect myself to wince in disgust, but it doesn't come. What is going on?