Clarke lifted her eyes to the bright, midday sun. She stood alone in the center of a field. Looking around, she could see her people pouring out of the edges of the forest, marching swiftly toward her.

"Raven." Clarke shouted, confused.

She tried to wave at the dark haired girl, but received a hardened glare in return.

"Raven, what's going on?"

She felt panic rise in her chest as the people she called her friends began closing in on her.

"You killed them all, Clarke." Raven's voice was like honey, so soothing and sweet, a strange contrast to her hard expression.

"I had to save you!" Clarke cried, spinning within the circle. "I had to save all of you!"

She looked at each and every face, seeing the conviction and hatred all around.

"I had to." She whispered, hanging her head.

She glanced up and saw the single face of forgiveness before a bright light filled her vision. She squeezed her eyes shut and when she finally opened them she was back on the arc.

"Clarke!" Her father shouted. "You better come eat before it's cold!"

She tiptoed to the table, unsure why she was suddenly so unsettled.

"Clarke? Are you feeling okay?" her mother placed her hand against her forehead. "You don't look so good."

"I'm fine, mom." Clarke brushed her mother's hand away and picked up her fork.

"Is this really where you want to be, Clarke?" her father whispered.

She looked up at him, eyes wide in confusion. Before she could respond the door opened, filling the room with light.

"Clarke." A voice whispered beside her ear. "Clarke." It insisted, a hand nudging her shoulder.

She opened her eyes to the forest canopy. Rolling over, she found Finn sitting beside her.

"What are you doing here?" She snapped, sitting up quickly.

"Relax, Clarke, I-"

"You're dead, Finn." She paused. "Am I dead too?"

"No," he soothed. "I just needed to talk to you."

"Finn," she started, tears already springing to her eyes, "I'm so sorry."

"Clarke, it's okay, it had to be done. We don't have much more time."

"What are you talking about?"

"You did what had to be done, Clarke."

"You said that."

"Not for me," he stopped, giving her a look full of sadness. "For them, Clarke. You did what you had to do for them. They'll see too, in time."

Before she could ask him what he meant, he pushed her. She tumbled down a mountain, the words Mount Weather flashed in her mind, but she wasn't sure why. She fell for hours and when she finally slumped to a stop she was at a river. She stumbled down the embankment to the edge.

"There you are." A voice laughed behind her.

She jumped and spun around, reaching for a weapon she did not have.

"Clarke, what's wrong?" Bellamy's smile faded as he glanced around them.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you," he huffed. "You said you wouldn't be gone very long. When you didn't come back I got worried."

"Oh. Right." She faked.

Bellamy smirked and sauntered up to her. "Now that I know you're safe." He slid his warm hands up her back, pulling her flush against his body; she hadn't realized she'd been so cold. She cocked her head to the side in confusion, but before she could say anything he pressed his lips against hers. She felt his warmth fill her to her toes. He kissed a light trail across her jaw to her neck, whispering something into her ear.

"What?" she mumbled hoarsely.

He kissed her shoulder, stretching the collar of her shirt.

"Clarke." He sighed against her flesh, provoking goosebumps all over her body.

He gently tugged her down onto a blanket and continued to trail kisses over her exposed skin. She quickly rid herself of her shirt and lay beneath him, savoring the heat of his mouth against her.

"Clarke." He murmured as he kissed her collarbone.

She sat up so fast she nearly fell off the wide branch of the tree. Looking around, she saw that the sun was not quite fully over the horizon just yet; she scurried down the tree and made her way back to the small stream she left the day before.