Clarke POV.

We'd been on Earth for five months now, and we were on better terms with the grounders mainly because of Octavia and Lincoln's relationship. We stayed off their land and they stayed off ours. It was an unwritten law which we all abided by and breaking it meant one thing. Death. The Ark was still surviving after a breakthrough in their research and they found a way to make their resources stretch a bit farther. 200 people sacrificed their lives to help others after they realised the remaining drop ships they had wouldn't carry everyone to Earth. Another 100 came to Earth and all survived the landing, my mother included. We hadn't resolved our differences but we weren't arguing either. Bellamy and I had also became an unofficial couple. We never announced it to the world and as co-leaders of the 100 we acted professionally and never let our relationship stand in the way of that, but people kind of figured out trying anything with us was off limits. I still fought every decision he made, but he was more willing to save my life rather than think of ways to end it like when we first arrived on Earth. There was a lot of tension between Bellamy and Finn. Raven ended things with Finn not long after coming to Earth as she realised he wasn't happy being with her anymore. He took that as his chance to try to start a relationship with me, but frankly I didn't want to talk to him. Letting me think there was a chance for us to be together after we slept together, yet all the time he had a girlfriend.

It was late, it had been dark outside for hours but I was currently holed up in the med bay attending to some wounds some of the hunting party had acquired whilst out after being attacked by some animals. My mother was currently stitching up the last of Miller's wound after a large cat of some sort had clawed it's way down its chest. He was lucky, the gashes were deep but didn't hit any vital organs. After the rush of the past several hours, exhaustion was finally getting the better of me as I tried to stifle a yawn, however my mom had caught it.

"Go to bed Clarke, I can finish up the last of it down here," she told me. I narrowed my eyes slightly before giving her my coldest look I could muster, turning on my heel and heading for Bellamy's tent. It was cold and I was too worked up to be able to sleep on my own tonight. How could she act like nothing had happened? She killed my father. He was floated because of her and she let Wells take the blame. Then he was murdered in cold blood. How could she live with herself knowing the lives of people she loved, I loved, were on her shoulders? How could she live with herself knowing what she did to my father? To Wells? I could feel my anger rising. Unzipping the tent, I tried to quietly enter but to no avail as Bellamy stirred. He must have saw the anger in my eyes as he got up from where he was lying and came over to me and held me to his chest. It was a simple enough gesture, but it meant everything. To know someone did care, maybe even love me. Did my mother love me? Did she love my father? Too many questions were swirling round in my head, and the lack of sleep didn't help. Was I really doubting that my mom loved me? Of course she does. Then why report my father, Jake Griffin, knowing he would be floated? That she would lose her husband, that I would lose my father. How does she sleep at night? Does she feel guilty? Bellamy lead me over to his makeshift bed and lay down, tugging me with him and holding me to his chest. We lay like that for a while before he leant over me and brought his lips to mine. At first it was just a touch, but it wasn't long before it turned rough and passionate and my clothes ended up in a pile beside his own. He peppered kisses along my jawline. It was evident how tired we both were, me in the med bay and him out with the hunting party from dawn until dark so it didn't go any further. I wouldn't have let it anyway, he had a cut across his stomach which I'd stitched earlier in the night from whatever had attacked them and I didn't want to risk hurting him or causing his stitches to burst open. He shifted slightly then moved over to lie on his back, pulling me into his chest. I tried to be careful so not to hurt him but he didn't seem all that bothered so I snuggled further into him. It wasn't long before we both relaxed, lying in the silence of the night. We were both content with not saying anything, just enjoying each other's company before drifting off into a deep slumber.

Bellamy POV.

I weren't sure how accurate the time was on the watch I'd found, but if it was right it was closing in on 3 o'clock when Clarke entered my tent not long ago. Her posture was stiff, and anger and exhaustion was clear in her eyes as they met mine. I assumed she thought she woke me up as she was hesitant to make her way over to me, probably partly to do with the fact she didn't want to take her anger out on me too. She hadn't woken me, I was restless that night as lots of thoughts occupied my mind. Worry for Clarke as I knew she'd be spending most the night in the med bay with her mom, which was a ticking time bomb ready to go off and the fact we were unable to successfully get to Mount Weather so we had no food or medical supplies and relied heavily on parties going out everyday to find stuff. We were all tired and hungry and it showed, people were snapping and being sharp tongued with each other and I wondered how long it would be until we ended up killing each other. It was the calm before the storm and I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep the peace in camp for much longer. I was also concerned for Octavia. She still hadn't forgiven me for locking up Lincoln and I hoped accepting him into camp would help ease tensions between us, but if anything they were probably at an all time high. I didn't doubt she didn't trust me incase I tried anything with Lincoln but I gave her my word and hoped it was enough.

Quickly, I made my way over to Clarke and pulled her into my chest. She relaxed slightly, but I could still tell thoughts were whizzing round in her mind. If she wanted to talk about it, she would so I never pressed her to tell me what was wrong and instead pulled her into bed with me. We lay in silence for a while before I leaned over and pressed my lips lightly to hers. It was only a touch, asking permission and giving her the chance to pull away if she wanted but she kissed me back. Our clothes quickly ended up on the floor, but something was still occupying her mind and I could tell she didn't want to go any further tonight. It wouldn't be the first time we had sex, but she was clearly tired and not in the mood so I lay her back down beside me. She felt like she wanted to pull away but after realised I wasn't letting up with trying to hold and comfort her, relaxed in my arms and snuggled into my side before drifting off to sleep.

Clarke POV.

Before I'd opened my eyes I knew I'd slept in. The bed beside me was cold and I could see behind my closed lids that the sun was out and it had been for a while. I picked up my clothes and dressed before leaving Bellamy's tent.

"What time do you call this, Slacker?" I turned to where the voice was coming from and saw it belonged to Finn, amusement evident in his eyes. I was still overly exhausted and not in the mood for him today.

"Look Finn, just go and make yourself useful yeah?" He put down the wood he was carrying, probably for the cabins we'd started building(there was no way we'd survive in tents through Winter)and stepped in front of me.

"I saw you leaving Bellamy's tent," his voice was nonchalant like he wasn't bothered by the fact, but his eyes deceived him. I turned to walk in the opposite direction but he grabbed my wrist. "I love you Clarke. Why can't you see I'm better for you than him? He's killed people Clarke, he's slept with how many girls since coming to Earth. You're just another notch on the bedpost. Besides he'd always put Octavia before you, you're second best. It would be different with me, I don't have responsibility. I can make you happy." I wasn't sure whether to be flattered that he said he loved me, or offended by his words. The latter won the battle in my head and I turned around and slapped him across the face. Hard. People around us saw the commotion and a hush fell over camp. Seconds later Bellamy was behind me. Watching. Probably telling Finn with his eyes to leave or he'll kill him. I spoke up before either of them got the chance to say anything.

"How dare you?" I hissed, "you don't know the first thing about me. Or Bellamy. He's killed, so what? He's doing all he can to survive down here on Earth. Just like everyone else. How many people here have killed a grounder? Or an animal? Even you have so don't play that card Finn. You slate him for sleeping around before, yet what's the problem with that? At least he never had a girlfriend when he decided to sleep with other girls. And about Octavia? I'd never make him choose between me and her, I know he'd pick Octavia and that's exactly how it should be. I wouldn't have it any other way. But if you really think THAT low of me that you think I'd ask someone to chose between me and their family then you really don't know me at all." Bellamy reached out to touch me but I shrugged him off and ran out of camp before the tears fell and people saw a vulnerability in me. I had to stay strong for my people. How can I expect them to be strong when one of their leaders shows a sign of weakness?