The sound of someone knocking woke him from a sound sleep. Bellamy shifted in bed, careful not to jostle the sleeping figure beside him too much. Haunted by recurring nightmares, Clarke had not actually fallen asleep until very early in the morning. Clarke has insisted on dealing with her issues alone. A feeling Bellamy knew all too well. He too carried a lot of guilt over the consequences of his own actions. He just dealt with it in a manner that was different than hers. Known for his quick temper, Bellamy tended to hit things and in some cases people, to deal with his aggressive thoughts and feelings. Clarke on the other hand, internalized and over analyzed everything, holding in her guilt and pain.

After the third time in an hour Clarke yelled in her sleep, Bellamy knew he had to do something. He debated on knocking to try waking Clarke, but he doubted she would even hear it over her tortured screams. Hoping she hadn't set the airlock on her door, he pushed the button on the side of the door. With a hiss the door slid open. Clarke twisted and turned in her sleep, sweat pouring off of her.

"Clarke" he called her name, gently shaking her "Clarke, come on princess, wake up." Clarke hated that he called her princess, a name he gave her when they'd first arrived on earth four years ago, but he called her that anyway. Lost in whatever thought currently flooding her head, Clarke had yet to open her eyes. Sitting down on her bed, Bellamy hauled her up into his arms. After a few minutes, she stopped twisting and turning her breath returned to a normal pattern.

"Don't call me princess" Clarke grumbled leaning against him.

Bellamy rolled his eyes, "That part you heard?" he scoffed.

The two of them got off to a rocky start, but over time had realized that they were not as different as they once thought.

"What are you doing here?" Clarke asked.

"Trying to help you, so everybody else can get some sleep" Bellamy answered.

"sorry" she whispered "I just can't get those thoughts out of my head"

"you should do what I do" Bellamy suggested.

"How is hitting someone going to fix my problems?" she questioned him.

Bellamy grinned "works for me".

Clarke had to agree with him on that. Bellamy had as much blood on his hands, as she did, yet he seemed to sleep a night just fine.

"Maybe you should talk to someone..." he began, but Clarke cut him off. "No" she shook her head, "they wouldn't understand."

Bellamy knew she was probably right. The older generation of the "skaikru" as the grounders referred to them had never known the hardships that the 100 faced when they were dropped on the earth four years ago. By the time the rest of the Arkadians came down to the Earth, the 100 had already established a camp and a relationship with the grounders.

Clark yawned sleepily "Come on Princess, you need to get some sleep" he said laying back pulling her with him. Clarke resisted "I'm fine, go back to your room" she said.

"No, you're not" he disagreed "you haven't been fine all night, and we all need sleep to get the things done that we need to do."

Knowing he was right, Clarke allowed him to lower her next to him on the bed. Wrapping one arm around her he spoke softly "tell me what keeps you up all night?" Clarke sighed "I see them, all of them. Their faces, they had lives, futures and I took it all away"

"What future?" he asked "locked away in a mountain, painting the sun, killing people for their life blood.." he trailed off realizing none of what he was saying was going to make her feel better. "You saved people too" he pointed out "your mom, Kane, Monty, Jasper, me…It's a war, people die"

"They didn't have to, there had to be another way" Clarke protested.

"there was no other way" Bellamy disagreed "I was there too, remember?"

"Look at me" Bellamy ordered turning her to face him "it's was a battle for survival, people died just as they have for centuries. Long before you or me or the chancellor. Every leader has some blood on their hands. But you also have done good things. Look around you, were here, we're alive, thanks to you."

Clarke rested her head on Bellamy's chest "its not enough"

Bellamy held her closer "it has to be, it's all we've got. Now get some sleep princess, we have to get up soon."

Bellamy pulled the covers over both of them. Clarke sighed, accepting the warmth and shelter he offered.

Extracting himself carefully so he didn't wake her, Bellamy padded to the door.

"What is it?" Bellamy hissed cracking the door open "and keep it down Clarke is trying to sleep.

Raven stood in the doorway, eyebrows arched, surveying the scene. When she knocked on Clarke's door the last thing she expected to see was a shirtless Bellamy answering it.

"What Raven?" Bellamy repeated impatiently.

"I need to talk to you and Clarke, but if you two are busy…" she trailed off.

"Can it Raven, she had a nightmare, so we talked then we fell asleep" Bellamy defended.

"Uh-huh" Raven responded.

"Raven" Bellamy growled

"Fine, when you two get a chance, I need to show you something" she said "but sooner rather than later"

"Okay, I'll wake her up in an hour or so, then we'll come to the lab."

"Deal, have fun, but not too much…" Raven sang.

"Goodbye Raven" Bellamy slid the door shut in her face.

Turning back towards the bed he saw that Clarke was waking up, "who was that?" she asked hoarsely?

"Raven, I told her to go away and let you sleep." Bellamy answered.

"I feel like I just went to sleep" Clarke sighed.

"You did" Bellamy confirmed "I was there."

He sat down on the bed next to her "Are you feeling better?"

Clarke shrugged, she had slept better, but she didn't know if she would ever feel better.

"I told Raven we'd see her in an hour, but since you are up why don't we get cleaned up and see what Raven needs?"

Clarke nodded in agreement "see you in about ten minutes".

"see you there" he agreed.