It had been at least two months since the 47 had been broken out of Mount Weather. Despite the relief at their escape, it had quickly became evident in the first weeks of living at Camp Jaha that the group could not stay. The group were once again treated like criminals and were slowly being marginalised from the rest of the survivors. After much discussion, Clarke and Bellamy decided to leave Camp Jaha and create their own society. It had been a difficult journey as the group headed towards the ocean, and life had been a struggle since they had settled on the land. That being said, Clarke felt a relief at having left Camp Jaha, even if she was exhausted because of it. The past couple of days she had barely slept; she could not switch her mind off. There was always something to do, or if not, something to plan. Despite Bellamy lifting some of the burden off her shoulders, Clarke felt a constant weariness that she could not alleviate. She was currently doing inventory of the medical supplies, a monotonous job, but one that had to be done.

"Take a break! Look at yourself, Clarke, you're skin and bones. You're barely eating," Bellamy said as he walked briskly into the med-bay. Clarke was unsure if you could define her relationship with Bellamy. What was the name for the man that you considered your co-leader, a friend, a man you were pretty sure had wanted to kill you in the past, but now might feel the exact opposite?

"I'm fine. Besides, this needs to be done," Clarke said as she counted the bottles of Moonshine they had. She would have to ask Monty to make some more.

"Not right now, it doesn't," Bellamy said stubbornly, as he stood over Clarke's shoulder, hoping that she would get frustrated and stop what she was doing.

"Bellamy, stop hovering," Clarke demanded.

"Why can't you just look after yourself?" Bellamy asked in frustration.

"I'm sorry I'm such a burden," Clarke said, annoyed.

"Clarke, you are not a burden, but you are looking after everyone else and not yourself!" Bellamy exclaimed.

"I'm looking after myself just fine."

"No you are not, you're skipping meals, and don't think I haven't noticed the lack of sleep, ever since Finn died..." Bellamy said as he trailed off, with the accidental mention of Finn.

"Finn didn't just die, Bellamy, he died because I killed him," Clarke muttered.

"Clarke, it wasn't your fault," Bellamy insisted.

"It wasn't not my fault, Bellamy."

"Look, just have some food," Bellamy offered.

"Not right now, Bellamy, please leave me alone," Clarke said, hoping that he wouldn't hear the catch in her voice.

"Fine, why should I care anyway?"

"I don't know," Clarke muttered, as she watched him walk away.

"Clarke we need you," Monroe said bursting into her tent. "Miller's injured," she said, out of breath. "Panther," she said, taking another gulp of air.

"Okay, I'll be right there," Clarke said in return, rushing towards the med-bay. The scratch, though minor, still needed stitches. Miller had successfully shot the panther before it could do any greater harm, and on the bright side they would be covered by the panther meat for at least the next few days. She looked around at the med-bay and went over to inspect another patient.

"Clarke," Monty broke into the med-bay, "There's a fight outside." Clarke nodded and ran outside.

"Stop!" she shouted at the two girls, who were literally pulling each other's hair. "Daphne, Pixie, come with me right now," she said, looking at them with a steely gaze. The girls nodded meekly and immediately stopped fighting. Clarke had earned a level of respect that few would now disobey. She sat in spoke with the girls (of course the fight was over the ultimate cliché and the two were fighting over a guy). After some debate, the two decided that said guy was not worth either of their time.

Clarke exited the small wooden building that had been built for her and Bellamy to share, to discuss the goings-on in the camp. It was frequently used as a meeting room, where the two could argue in peace. Thinking of her co-leader, Clarke had not seen him all day. She needed to apologise about what she had said yesterday - Bellamy was only attempting to look after her. The thought was hastily pushed out of her mind when Harper approached her.

"Clarke, are the new huts supposed to have three windows or four?" she questioned.

"Clarke, we've run out of seaweed, should I organise a search party to get some more?" Monty said as he approached the two girls. Raven then walked up to them.

"I've finished the first walkie-talkie, but without more parts there is no way myself and Wick can make another one..." Raven continued to speak, as Clarke began to feel dizzy. She saw Bellamy approach out of the corner of the eye, right before she collapsed.

"Right, a lot of you are concerned about Clarke. Octavia says that she will be fine, she just passed out due to exhaustion." Bellamy addressed the group who were gathered in concern over Clarke.

"When will she be okay?" Raven asked.

"She will be back to her usual self in a couple of days," Bellamy said.

"I need to speak to her before then," someone in the crowd called.

"Me too." There was general agreement amongst the crowd.

"No," Bellamy declared, "No one will talk until I say so. She is overworked because all of you keep asking her to help with your minuscule problems, it has to stop!" he shouted at the group.

"From now on, you only go to Clarke if there is no way you can solve it on your own, or if no one else in this camp can help you." There were some mumbles of agreement and the crowd dispersed. Octavia smiled at her brother. He had come a long way from 'whatever the hell we want.' Octavia turned to him.

"She's going to be fine," she said.

"That's not good enough, I should have done a better job at looking after her." Bellamy said, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Bellamy, you tried, she's just so stubborn," Octavia said.

"Well, so am I. This isn't going to happen again," Bellamy said fiercely. "I told her I didn't care yesterday."

"Bellamy, she knows you care, believe me she does." Octavia said.

"I'm going to go and check on her."

Clarke blinked awake, and took in her surroundings. She was in her tent, lying amongst her furs. She groaned, she was exhausted, a tiredness that seemed engrained into her very nature. Her head was throbbing and she unsure of how she had got to her tent.

"Hey, Clarke," Octavia greeted, from the corner of her tent, "I'm glad you're awake."

"Sorry, I guess I'm bit under the weather at the moment," Clarke said.

"It's okay - with all the rushing around you do, I'm surprised it hadn't happened sooner. I'm going to get Bell, he's been really worried," Octavia said, exiting the tent before Clarke could reply.

"I guess you can say 'I told you so' now," Clarke said upon Bellamy entering her tent.

"Clarke, I don't want to say 'I told you so', and about that not caring thing I said earlier - of course I care."

"I'm sorry I shouted at you, you were only looking after me," Clarke said, as Octavia re-entered the tent.

"Monty told me to give you this, it should help you sleep," Octavia said as she gave Clarke a syrup-like substance. Clarke took a sip, the liquid burned as it coursed down her throat.

"Thanks," Clarke muttered, feeling the effects of the liquid almost immediately.

"We'll leave you to get some sleep," Bellamy said, as he and Octavia exited the tent.

"Bellamy," Clarke said sleepily as she woke up.

"Hey, Clarke, I'm right here," he said.

"Hmmmm, I feel odd," Clarke said.

"What's the matter?" Bellamy said hurrdily unable to keep the concern out of his voice.

"I feel sleepy and drunk," Clarke slurred.

"What? You haven't had anything to drink," Bellamy said, his mind racing, "it must be the syrup Monty gave us to give to you," Bellamy said.

"It's good, I feel nice and relaxed," Clarke said as she closed her eyes with a smile on her face.

"Come on Bellamy," Clarke said, "you need to relax too," as she patted the furs beside her.

"I'm okay over here Clarke." Bellamy said.

"No, over here," Clarke said adamantly as if she were a child. Bellamy moved across the tent unable to say no to her, he sat next to her.

"Lie down," Clarke demanded, he did as she said. Clarke immediately moved to lie half on top of him. Bellamy took a deep breath, he wasn't sure he had ever been so close Clarke, and hoped his body would not react to it.

"You are like my teddy bear."

"Just what every guys wants to me compared with. Did you ever have one of them?"

"No, I didn't Wells did though, I've always wanted one, and now I have one," Clarke giggled sleepily, as Bellamy glanced down at her, she looked more peaceful than she had in awhile, he tightened his hold on her, before closing his eyes.

"You always look after me," Clarke mumbled into his shirt.

"Well you look after everyone else so I guess I should look after you." Bellamy said, attempting to make it sound like it was a chore, instead his voice expressed the tenderness he felt towards the girl in his arms.

"It's okay, I love you too," Clarke mumbled.

"What?" Bellamy exclaimed.

"Shhhhh Bell, teddy bears don't speak." Clarke said as she shuffled in his arms before her breathing quickly evened out. Bellamy took a deep breath. Clarke knew he loved her. Clarke loved him. His mind continued to race as he struggled to process the new information. He glanced down at the girl he loved in his arms, he felt a peace he had not felt in years and decided to take advantage of it and fall asleep. "We will talk about this in the morning." He mumbled into her ear, aware of pointlessness of the statement as she was asleep. He could get used to this.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the fic, this has not been beta'd, which is probably noticeable, if anyone would be interested in beta'ing it would really be appreciated. Reviews are welcomed and encouraged, as are any future prompts.