The entire way back to camp, Clarke didn't touch Finn, Clarke didn't talk to Finn, Clarke didn't even look at Finn, but Clarke couldn't stop thinking about Finn. She had just witnessed the boy she thought she loved kill eighteen innocent people. It didn't matter whether he thought she was being held there, he never should've pulled that trigger. When Bellamy told Clarke that Finn had changed, she didn't want to believe it. Now, she was forced to believe it. Her mind was overloaded with thoughts of anger and sadness and confusion, but she showed nothing on the outside.

Finn also had a lot of emotions running through his head, mainly confusion. He just got Clarke back, why wasn't she happy about it? He did what he had to do to find her. That's all they'd ever been doing, right? Seeing Clarke walk next to Bellamy made him feel a world away from her. How much had he missed since her and Bellamy reunited?

The only thing Murphy felt was awkward and out of place. There was obvious tension between Finn and Clarke and surprisingly, tension between Bellamy and Clarke, too. He made a mental note to ask Bellamy about it later. Octavia was trailing behind him and Finn, and Murphy was actually worried that she was going to slice Finn up into little pieces for killing Lincoln's people.

Bellamy had caught up to Clarke, and they were walking pretty far ahead of Finn and Murphy. "Clarke," he said hesitantly.

She shook her head. "Don't, Bellamy. Not here."

"You can't avoid him forever."

"He's completely out of his mind. Talking to him now won't get us anywhere."

Bellamy looked back at Finn who was walking slowly and staring at the ground the whole time. "He loves you, Clarke."

"He didn't shoot them because he loves me. He shot them because, deep down, he knew we weren't there. All the love that I had for him just died with those eighteen people."

Bellamy stopped in his tracks, shocked at Clarke's tone. He knew that she wouldn't stop loving Finn because of this. Something else had changed, and he was going to figure out what it was.

Bellamy and Clarke went to Abby as soon as they got back to Camp Jaha to explain what happened. Abby decided that she'd give Finn a few days to cool off before they made a decision on what to do with him. In the meantime, he wouldn't be allowed to leave camp or have access to any kind of weapon. Finn was a loose cannon, and Abby seemed to recognize that more than anyone.

Later that day, Bellamy found Clarke pacing inside the Ark by herself. She looked like she was debating whether she should murder Finn or not and like she was seriously considering it.

Bellamy was amused. "You're pissed," he observed, leaning against the doorframe.

"You're damn right I'm pissed." She turned and paced towards Bellamy, shaking her hands out. "I need to punch something."

Bellamy's amusement towards the situation vanished. He went to grab Clarke's arm, but he was too late. She drilled her fist as hard as she could into the concrete wall of the Ark. She immediately winced and squatted down, regretting the decision.

Bellamy got down in front of her to look at her already swollen, bloody hand. He tried prying Clarke's fingers open, but when he saw how much pain she was in, he stopped. His eyebrows were knit in concern. "Try punching something softer next time, maybe?" He suggested.

Clarke chuckled a little and used her other hand to wipe a few tears away. "Yeah, maybe."

"Come on, I'll take you to medical."

Clarke let Bellamy hold her balled up fist in his hand on the walk to the neighboring room in the Ark. She was still seething mad, and Bellamy could sense it through her silence.

He led her over to a chair. "Wait here, I'll go get your mom."

"It doesn't even hurt that much. I'll just wrap it up," Clarke protested.

Bellamy crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Oh, really? Unclench your fist then," he challenged.

Clarke gritted her teeth as she tried to open her bruised, bleeding hand. Her fingers felt like they weighed fifty pounds each with sharp knives going through each of them. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip so hard that it started bleeding.

She gave up and opened her eyes back up to see Bellamy with a huge smirk of victory on his face. "I'll be right back, don't move."

Less than two minutes later, Abby was running through the door with Bellamy trailing behind. She took Clarke's hand in hers. "What happened?"

Bellamy couldn't stop the wide smirk from growing on his face. "She punched a wall," he simply said before Clarke could get a word in.

Abby gave her a disapproving look but didn't say anything about it. Clarke peered around her mom to glare at Bellamy. "You just find everything so damn amusing, don't you?"

He chuckled. "Listen, I hate seeing you in pain, but this situation is a little amusing."

Clarke just rolled her eyes then gasped in pain when her mom tried prying her fingers open. Abby stood up and grabbed some bandages. "I don't think any fingers are broken, so that's good, but I'm going to have to wrap your hand which means you'll have to open it up."

Abby knelt down again, ready for whenever Clarke decided to deal with the excruciating pain. Like anyone would've done, Clarke hesitated.

"Once your fingers are set, they won't hurt. I promise."

Bellamy's smirk had long passed. He walked over to Clarke and held out his hand for her to grab. She gratefully took it and opened up her bruised hand, sending waves of pain through her body. The longer her hand was open, the harder she squeezed Bellamy's.

"Careful, princess, you just might break my fingers," he jokingly warned.

Abby was right, once her fingers were all wrapped, they barely hurt anymore. Clarke breathed out and let the death grip she had on Bellamy's hand go.

Miller's dad then walked into the room. "You got a minute, Blake?" He asked almost urgently.

"Everything okay?" Abby asked him.

"Yes, ma'am. Just something I want to discuss with him."

Abby seemed to understand, and Bellamy gave Clarke a questioning look. "I'm fine," she reassured him.

With that, Bellamy left with Miller's dad, leaving Clarke and Abby alone.

Abby finally brought up the elephant in the room. "Have you talked to Finn since it happened?"

Clarke looked down at her hand. "No. I don't know what to say."

"I don't imagine you're going to forgive him any time soon, so why are you so angry at him?"

Clarke sighed. "I'm not angry at him. I'm angry that I don't love him anymore. I'll be able to forgive him, but…," she trailed off.

"But you won't be able to see past what happened," Abby finished for her.

"I want to love him so badly, Mom," Clarke breathed out. "But Bellamy and I…," she stopped and smiled. "I don't know, I guess."

"Clarke," Abby said. "You can't force anything, especially now. If you love Finn, you love Finn. If you don't, you don't. We don't know how long we'll have here before the Grounders attack, you know that. I've seen you and Bellamy, and if you love him nearly as much as he seems to love you, I wouldn't let that slip away. Finn needs time to cool off and to forgive himself."

Clarke leaned forward and hugged Abby. "Thanks, Mom."

Abby smiled. "Sure thing."

"Sorry if I'm interrupting something," Bellamy said, cautiously leaning up against the doorframe.

Abby quickly pulled out of the hug. "That's okay, Bellamy, I was just finishing up."

She made a quick exit, throwing a wink in Clarke's direction who blushed like crazy.

"What'd Miller's dad want?" Clarke asked.

Bellamy let out a stressed sigh. "He wants me to run a mission today back to the drop ship. They're thinking of setting up some sort of base there. I told him the place was burned to hell, but he still wants to go."

Clarke stood up and started to walk towards the door. "Oh, well, I'll come with you. See if I can convince them otherwise."

Bellamy stopped her in front of him. "You aren't coming, Clarke."

She gave him a confused look. "Why not?"

Bellamy glanced down at her bandaged hand.

"It's fine, Bellamy," Clarke tried convincingly.

He chuckled. "Tell that to my hand that you squeezed the crap out of." His tone turned serious. "But hey, I wasn't kidding about what I said before. I hate seeing you in pain, and I'm not going to willingly put you in a position where you could get hurt more. You won't be able to shoot a gun with your hand like that anyway."

Clarke just rolled her eyes and pushed past Bellamy. Even though she understood why he was doing what he was doing, it still made her extremely angry. If Bellamy were going back to the drop ship with anyone other than guards, she'd sneak out and go with him, but she knew Bellamy was serious, and he'd make sure she wasn't following him when he left.

Bellamy jogged to catch up with her. "I want you to come with, but we're at war. If things go wrong and something happens to me, at least I know that you're back here safe and that you're keeping everyone in line. This place wouldn't last long if both of us were gone."

Clarke smiled at that. "When are you leaving?"

"Few hours, I guess. I should go pack some things, though."

"Yeah, of course, go. I'll find you before you leave."

Bellamy gave her shoulder a squeeze before disappearing into his tent. Clarke sat down at a nearby table, trying to collect her thoughts when Murphy walked up to her.

"What, the princess didn't get enough sugar in her tea this morning, so she took it out on a wall?" He joked.

"Not in the mood, Murphy."

"Kidding, kidding," he said, taking a seat across from Clarke. "Why'd you really do it?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Clarke mumbled, looking at her hands.

"No, not really. I've been around you long enough to know that you wouldn't get that heated over Finn doing what he did. Sure, you're pissed, but-"

"I don't have to explain myself to you," Clarke snapped.

"You love him, don't you?" He pressed.

Clarke groaned. Why was everyone concerned about her and Finn's nonexistent relationship? "After what he did, no, I can't. Even if the council forgives you guys, I'm not going to be able to."

Murphy furrowed his eyebrows. "What- no, not Finn. I'm talking about Bellamy, your knight in shining armor," he explained with a smirk.

Clarke blushed deeply, and Murphy took the opportunity. "So my suspicions were correct."

"It doesn't matter," Clarke said quickly. "We could both be dead tomorrow for all we know."

He sighed. "Yeah, maybe. But listen, you don't want that to happen with him not knowing how you feel. Trust me."

Clarke shrugged. "I don't know. This seems so unimportant considering the war we're about to have."

"You probably won't take my word for it," Murphy started. "But love will keep you sane, especially at a time like this."

"I wouldn't know when to do it," Clarke said, trying to find any excuse to get out of this.

Bellamy came out of his tent and started making his way over to them. It looked like Clarke wouldn't get out of this, but when she saw him, she wasn't sure if she wanted to get out of it anymore.

"Now's as good of a time as any," Murphy said quietly to Clarke before getting up and walking away.

Bellamy adjusted the pack on his back before sitting in the chair Murphy left empty.

"Hey, you okay?" Bellamy asked after seeing Clarke's expression.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," Clarke said in a rush.

Bellamy knew Clarke was lying and quickly got mad at Murphy. "He did something to you, didn't he?" He questioned, jumping to conclusions.

"No, no, he didn't," Clarke said. "Can we go somewhere?"

For once, Clarke was anxious, and her mind was jumbled. Bellamy gave her a look. "Sure…," he trailed off, confused.

Before he could get anything else out, Clarke was already up. She led Bellamy back to the ark and in the room where she had previously punched the wall.

Bellamy closed the door behind him. "What's going on, Clarke?"

Clarke knew she wouldn't be able to tell him exactly how she felt, so she decided to show him instead. She walked up to him, cupped her hands around his face, and kissed the hell out of him.

It took Bellamy a second to realize what was going on, but it didn't take him long to wrap his arms around Clarke and kiss her back harder. Even he was wanting to tell Clarke how crazy he was for her, and it seemed like all that needed to be said was held in that kiss.

The kiss simmered out, and Bellamy was the one to pull away. He stood there, stunned for a little bit. Yes, Clarke managed to silence the ever cocky, confident, and outspoken Bellamy Blake.

"Be careful out there," Clarke said quietly, a little out of breath.

Bellamy finally found his smirk again. "Depends. Will there be more of this when I get back?"

"You're such an ass," Clarke said laughing. "But yes, if you want there to be."

"Clarke, I've wanted this longer than you know. And I may be an ass, but now, I'm your ass."

Clarke put her head in her hands and shook her head. "Oh God, please don't make me regret this."

Bellamy just laughed and took Clarke's hands away from her face. She wrapped his arms around him, praying this wouldn't be the last time she would get to do this.

Bellamy and the guards had left five hours ago, and they still weren't back. Clarke had been pacing for the last two hours straight and was about ready to go out and find them herself.

Before she could, she heard someone yell, "Open the gates!"

Clarke ran outside and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a very tired looking Bellamy leading a very tired looking group of guards back into Camp Jaha. At that point, Clarke didn't care whether he was covered in blood or sweat. She ran at him and hugged him with every ounce she had.

Bellamy grunted at the impact but then relaxed and wrapped his arms tighter around her. It was like déjà vu to when they first reunited before going after Finn. Only this time, the hug meant more. Clarke felt the muscles in his back loosen.

"Hi," he breathed into her neck.

"Hi," she whispered back.

When they pulled away, Cla rke checked Bellamy up and down to make sure there wasn't anything wrong with him.

"Clarke- Clarke," Bellamy said sternly, trying to snap her out of it. He took her hands in his. "I'm fine, okay? We're all fine."

Clarke took a deep breath. "Where the hell were you guys?"

Bellamy hesitated. "It just took longer than expected," he said, clearly not explaining everything.

Clarke saw right through it. "There's something you're not telling me," she said accusingly.

Bellamy pulled her aside, away from the growing crowd wondering the same thing she was. "I'll explain everything later, okay, I promise."

"Bellamy-," Clarke started to protest.

"If it had anything to do with the Grounders, I'd tell you. This can wait until the morning. All I really want to do right now is sleep."

Clarke nodded, feeling silly for pressing him. "Right, of course."

"Hey," he said softly. "I meant all I really want to do right now is sleep, but with you next to me."

Clarke just blushed as they walked back to Bellamy's tent. She couldn't believe that all of this could happen in the span of two days. She knew she should be focused on Finn and their friends in Mount Weather, but she needed this right now. Being with Bellamy felt right because he was the only strong constant in her life since they arrived on the Ground. She thought she had loved Finn, but she knew she loved Bellamy.