Together. Everything they did, they did together. It was the reason Bellamy refused to allow Clarke to foolishly risk her life. They were a solidified team, in love with each other. So, Bellamy tried to figure out what drug she had been using when she told him to get in the ship, to fly up into space with the others. Bellamy stayed on the ground with Clarke in the research lab, helping her power the Ark so their friends could escape the death wave. Right before it hit, Bellamy and Clarke were both feeling the effects of the radiation. He leaned against the wall, arms around the blonde, figuring their final moments together were approaching.<br/><br/>It had been three days. All symptoms cleared up. They were both doing fine, as if nothing happened. It seemed that their nightblood experiment allowed them to survive the death wave. They spent the last few days inside the bunker, just waiting to figure out whether it was safe to move out or not. They both agreed to look today. Their rations would not last forever, the structure was damaged, and they needed to figure out a sustainable place for when the radiation settled, allowing for the others to come out of the bunker.<br/><br/>Their backpacks were filled, taking anything of value from the bunker that they could. Now, they were getting ready to leave this place, so Bellamy decided to steal a touch from the girl, pressing their lips together as they gathered by the exit. “Are you ready for this?” Bellamy questioned, frightened of the destruction that they would see from the death wave. At least, they had each other. Whatever happened out there – he knew they would be alright. They could fight any war together.