Just a couple changes: Lincoln and Octavia are not a thing, it's not that I don't like him, it just works better in the story. Raven is with The 100 but she and Finn are still together and she hasn't slept with Bellamy yet.

"Time to get up, O." Bellamy said as he lifted the flap of her tent. It was small and crowded. Octavia may have grown up confined to hiding underground and hated it, but it was also all she knew. She was comfortable in the tiny tent, it reminded her of home. She normally loved the morning; here on earth she got to roam free, well at least as free as Bellamy's tough leash let her. Today, though, she didn't want to get up, she was exhausted and feeling terrible.

"Uh uh," she grumbled, pulling the blankets further over her head.

"It's beautiful outside!" Bellamy insisted. She turned to her brother, who was usually grumpy in the morning, well all the time actually.

"Why are you so happy?" She looked at him suspiciously. Many things that made Bellamy happy were not things that she liked.

"The sun's shining, there's been no sign of grounders in almost a week and Raven's been working on some new bombs with the rocket fuel, just in case. Life is pretty good." Hmm. Raven. Was it the possibility of bombs as weapons that he was grateful for, or was it something more? Octavia had thought he'd had his eyes on a certain other girl at camp, but maybe she'd been wrong. She liked Raven, but Octavia knew with Raven and Finn's history, it probably wouldn't be a simple situation.

"Fine, I'm getting up." Bellamy smiled and led her outside towards the food stash and handed her some rations. "Thanks. So what's on the agenda today? I wouldn't mind -" All of a sudden she felt nauseous and turning her head away, brought up what was left in her stomach. She felt Bellamy dart to her side, protectively.

"O, are you alright?" He sounded extremely worried, but then again, when it came to his sister, he was always worried about her. He patted her back softly and moved the hair from her face as she remained crouched down, feeling as if she might throw up again. "Octavia, are you okay?" he asked again and she heard the anxiety in his voice.

She nodded slowly and stood up. "I think I just need some rest. I'm gonna go back to bed." He followed beside her, still looking concerned.

"I was going to go hunting soon, but if you want, I can stay with you," Bellamy offered.

"No, it's alright. You go, I'll be fine. I just need to sleep. Don't worry about me," she assured him. She knew he'd worry anyways, she hated how responsible he felt for her but that was the way it had always been.

"Okay, I'll be back soon." He hesitated before leaving her tent, but Octavia saw him think better of it and he left.

Octavia waited a bit before she got up and exited her tent. She knew something was wrong, she'd been feeling bad for the past few days. It was still early so she headed towards Clarke's tent, figuring Clarke might still be there. "Clarke, you up?" She peeked her head in and saw Clarke sitting up, looking at her map.

"Hey Octavia, everything okay?" Clarke smiled.

"I've been feeling really sick lately, I've thrown up the past couple mornings and I've just been exhausted lately. I think something's wrong." Clarke looked at her. She had that look on her face, the one she always got when she was in 'doctor mode'. It was a mix of concern and determination.

"Well you might just have the flu or something, but I can still check you out." Clarke felt Octavia's forehead. "Have you been drinking enough water? How's your appetite?"

"I think so. And it's normal, I think. Ugh Clarke, not to be rude, but you smell terrible." Octavia wrinkled her nose.

"Thanks." Clarke said sarcastically. "It's not like we have soap or shampoo down here." Clarke continued to check Octavia out, now feeling her lymph nodes. "You on the other hand, smell like roses." Clarke smirked.

"Sorry, I'm just in a crappy mood. I'm exhausted, my stomach is in knots and my head feels like it weighs a thousand pounds." She sighed, she hated this. She felt miserable and she hated whining, lots of people were worse off.

"Well I don't think you have the flu. But…" Clarke trailed off, diverting her eyes from Octavia.

"What? What is it? I'm not dying of some incurable illness am I?" Octavia joked, half-heartedly.

"No, but..." Clarke paused. "Octavia, are you late?"

"Late? Late for what? I have nowhere to be." And then she realized what Clarke meant. Late. No. No. No. She shook her head frantically. She couldn't be.

"I - I - I gotta go." Octavia ran out of Clarke's tent.

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Dammit, Clarke thought. She hadn't meant to scare Octavia, but she knew she had to ask and clearly her suspicions had been right. Pregnant, Octavia was pregnant. There wasn't any medicine here, no real supplies and no one with solid knowledge of pregnancy. Sure, Clarke had learned some things from her mother, but there was so much to know when it came to pregnancy that she felt she was pretty much useless.

Clarke wondered who the father was for a moment, but she realized that wasn't who would react the worst to this news. Bellamy. Shit. He was going to explode. He'd probably kill the father. He'd probably kill anyone in sight if he found out. Bellamy wasn't exactly soft-tempered and when it came to Octavia, he'd do anything for her.

Clarke wondered if anyone felt that way about her. Her mother, sure, but Clarke wasn't sure if she counted anymore. How could her mother care about her, and then turn around and turn her father in, knowing he'd be floated. How could you love someone, but do the one thing that would hurt them so much?

Her father had loved her. He had protected her, too much sometimes, but she knew it came from a loving place and Clarke felt appreciative for it. She and her father had thought the same way and she knew he would have done anything for her. So there was one person had cared for her, but he was gone.

Then there was Finn. He cared for her. But that was over, at least on her side. She may have had strong feelings for him at one point, but when Raven had arrived, things had changed. She wasn't even angry anymore at him anymore; she just knew it was over. Over because she couldn't trust him, but also over because she knew they wouldn't work. Finn's idealism wasn't matched with her beliefs. As much as she wanted to live peacefully, without violence, she knew that was unrealistic. Clarke knew that to survive, they couldn't stand idly by, expecting things to work out simply because they willed it to.

She knew she had to find Octavia. Octavia had probably gone outside the gates and with her, you never knew what could happen. Just then, Finn walked into her tent. He had been about to say something, but quickly stopped when he noticed her expression. "Clarke, what's wrong?"

"Finn, she's… I was with her earlier, she was sick and…" Clarke knew she shouldn't be telling him this, but she was so worried and she didn't want to carry it all herself. "Octavia's pregnant." Finn's eyes grew wide, his mouth opening in shock. "She ran off earlier, we need to find her now." He nodded, still silent. She walked out of her tent, immediately hitting a solid wall. She fell backwards and looked up, realizing the solid wall was Bellamy. "Hey," she said awkwardly, praying to god he hadn't heard, "what's up Bellamy?"

"Have you seen Octavia? She was sick earlier and I can't find her." He looked worried, but not vengeful so Clarke gave a small sigh of relief.

"I haven't seen her, sorry." She knew Octavia needed time and space, and Bellamy finding out would surely interrupt that. Clarke felt Finn's presence behind her.

"Hey Spacewalker, I thought you went back to your old girlfriend?" Bellamy spat. She knew Bellamy hated Finn, but she wasn't exactly sure why. "Or is this your dirty little secret?" Bellamy smirked and motioned to Finn and Clarke.

Clarke was infuriated. Bellamy knew she wouldn't do that and he was probably joking, but his remark still stung. Before she could yell at him, Finn growled, "I'm not the one with a dirty little secret." Her blood boiled, she knew that what Bellamy had said was terrible but that didn't justify telling him Octavia's secret. Clarke turned and glared daggers at him.

"Finn," she could barely get the words out she was so angry, "go away now". She spoke slowly, emphasizing her last word. He was about to protest but then she gave him a look of warning and he walked off.

"What the hell is going on? You better tell me now, princess." Bellamy snarled.

Clarke looked at her feet, anywhere but at him. "It's Octavia," she stuttered, "she came to me this morning."

"And?" Bellamy was almost yelling. "Spit it out! What's wrong with Octavia, Clarke?" The use of her first name shook her, he rarely used it and it indicated how upset he really was. He was looking straight into her eyes angrily, but he was also pleading with her for answers.

She sighed, knowing she couldn't keep this from when he was looking at her like that. "She's pregnant," Clarke admitted. At first, she wanted to step back, knowing Bellamy was about to burst but she took a step forward and placed a hand on his arm. He was looking at her in shock, seemingly paralyzed from head to toe. "Bell, it's going to be alright," they were making eye contact but it was as if he was looking straight through her. Clarke couldn't read his face, he didn't seem angry but certainly wasn't nearly close to being alright.

"Where is she?" Bellamy's tone was flat, cold even.

"I think she ran into the woods after I told her," Clarke conceded, "we can both go look for her." With her hand still on his arm, she pulled him towards the gates, but then it was like Bellamy woke up from his trance. He jerked his arm out of her grasp, placing distance between them.

"No. I'm going by myself. And if you even think of following me, I'll lock you in the drop ship," and he stalked off. Clarke didn't follow him, instead she just stood there wondering how Bellamy could do that. How could he could appear so vulnerable, almost resembling a small boy, and then in the next moment, be so harsh and galling?

Clarke turned and decidedly headed towards the drop ship, to see if any patients needed her. She saw Finn heading towards her and she increased her speed. "Hey Clarke, wait!" Finn grabbed her hand and she stared down at their contact. Days ago this would have made her smile, now it just made her feel sick. She took her hand back and turned to face him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told Bellamy," Finn sputtered.

At least he had the decency to look guilty, Clarke thought. "Yeah, you shouldn't have. It wasn't your secret to tell," Clarke bit back. "I know he's an ass, but he didn't deserve that."

"So you and Bellamy are friends now?" Finn muttered, his tone dripping with disgust.

Clarke had to think about that for a second. Were she and Bellamy friends? She wasn't really sure Bellamy could be friends with anyone, he was so rough around the edges. It seemed like if you got to close, you'd get burned. Clarke shook her head; they weren't friends, not yet anyway.

"What are you then?"

"Partners."

A/N: So this is my first Bellarke fic and I haven't written anything in a while, so it may be a little rough so please review, I'd love some feedback/criticism/advice. I think I'll continue the story, but not completely sure yet.