*I do not own these characters* This is just a play off of their characters from the CW's show, The 100.

It was early when I first started to wake up; my bones still felt heavy from yesterday, and my mind was burdened with Dex's death. As I stretched in bed trying to ease some of the ache, a burst of pain blossomed on my side. Wincing, I lifted my shirt up just enough to reveal a growing green and black bruise; I knew Dex had hit me hard with the butt of his gun yesterday when I tried to pull him off of Bellamy, but judging from the bruising and tenderness he cracked more than one rib. Sighing, I lowered my shirt as the scene played in my head again for the tenth time since it happened. It was all so fast from Dex almost pulling to the trigger on Bellamy, to him turning and firing on me after my gun failed, then watching as Dex tried to choke the last breath out of Bellamy, to him then standing over me, ready to take my life, and finally the bullet in his neck, and pure shock on his face. Oh god, I couldn't.

Deciding to not dwell on the horror of yesterday's events, I slowly got up, a grunt escaping my lips as I attempted to stand. Damn this one really hurt; I should probably go see if I could convince Octavia to stop despising me long enough for her to wrap it. Any compression would help.

I spotted her as I almost reached the drop ship, "Octavia," I cupped my hands and shouted, wincing at the rush of air from my lungs. She whipped towards me, glaring at me with her stormy eyes as she had done so many times since the grounder incident. I was glad when her glare softened as she noticed my wince, at least I wouldn't have to fight with her on this. I nodded towards the drop ship, signaling for her to meet me there.

"What happened," she asked as soon as she came in.

"Nothing serious, yesterday when Dex attacked Bellamy I tried to pull him off, but he turned and rammed me with the end of his gun," I explained.

Raising one eyebrow, clearly having more questions on the matter, "Show me," she said.

Lifting up up my shirt I saw her eyes widen, then look at me with concern, "Holy shit Clarke, how hard did he hit you?"

"Hard enough. Listen I need you to find some spare cloth and then wrap it around me, the ribs need to be compressed." Nodding she immediately began searching for any cloth she could find. I slowly removed my shirt and placed it on the table. She had found a decent amount of cloth to fashion a wrap out of, and just before I could show her how to wrap it the door opened, "Princes-," he stopped short.

I knew who it was from the deep smooth tone before even looking up; but when I did, I was unprepared for the fury and fear that were sprawled across his face.

"What happened," he was trying to stay calm, but I could tell he was struggling.

Peering up at him I explained, "It's from Dex yesterday, when he hit me with his gun."

His jaw flexed and hardened as I watched him process this information, "How bad is it?"

"Judging by the bruise just a few broken ribs, nothing too serious," I had to dig my nails into my palms to keep from flinching.

Judging by the low morning sun, it was only six or so when I finally awoke. Despite yesterday's horrid events, I found that I slept rather peacefully; I had the princess to thank for that. She had fought to have me pardoned for my attempt on the Chancellor's life, and some how she had succeeded. But she had done more than that yesterday, she had somehow been the light in my darkness, and had brought me back before I was completely lost. I knew I owed her at least my thanks.

I scanned for her as I made my rounds, checking in with everybody. After everyone was settled in their jobs for the day I found Miller, "Hey, have you seen Clarke this morning," the urgency must've found it's way into my voice because he raised an eyebrow at me questioningly. "Yeah she headed into the drop ship a few minutes ago. So are we going hunting soon or what? I'm hungry." Ignoring his question I gave him a quick nod and headed to the drop ship, I should've known that's where she would be. I couldn't help but smiling, remembering the triumphant little smile as the Chancellor pardoned me; it had made me smile then too. But as soon as I walked in the door, I froze.

Clarke was standing there in the middle of the room shirtless. While normally I would take time to admire the slow sloping curve of her hips, how they met the gentle swell of her breasts, and then the delicate arc of her neck; the only thing I could focus on was the ginormous bruise radiating from her side. And when she confirmed my fears that they were from our fight with Dex yesterday, I wanted to drive my hand through the metal side of the drop ship. She had gotten the bruise from trying to save my life.

When she told me she suspected a few broken ribs, I swore. Raking my hand through my hair I turned to Octavia, "Leave us," I commanded, leaving no room for argument. Looking appalled she gracefully agreed and left us. As soon as the door clicked behind her I returned to Clarke, closing the distance between us I asked, "Why didn't you say something?" She had carried guns and blankets all the way back to camp without saying a single thing; and while I admired her for that I would never tell her. She was being foolish by hiding it, if something had happened to her I don't know what I- what we would've done. We needed her.

"We had to get back to camp Bellamy, and you were as tired as I was," she insisted stubbornly; crossing her arms, only to wince and uncross them. Dammit, why was she being so infuriating.

"So?," I couldn't help it, my voice was getting louder. I could tell by her stormy blue eyes that she was getting mad too.

"So? So I fucking sucked it up Bellamy, alright?"

"And what if you got hurt?" I was yelling now, but I didn't care.

"In case you hadn't noticed, but I already am hurt," she screamed back at me.

"Gahhhh, why do you have to be so damn stubborn all the time," I wanted to grab her shoulders and shake her; why couldn't she see that I was only trying to protect her?

"I am not stubborn," she seethed.

I couldn't help it, I chuckled. A crimson tint rushed up over her breasts, into her face, her eyes darkened just a little, making them the color of ocean from the perspective of our old home.

"Clarke, you are the most stubborn, unrelenting, brilliant, and stupidly brave woman I have ever met," I stated calmly, "and you drive me absolutely fucking insane."

Shock registered on her face; oh god, had I really just said that out loud? It was Clarke, it was the princess, I shouldn't be thinking this way; much less feeling this way.

"Well if all I do is infuriate you, then why are you here, Bellamy," she asked icily. Out of all of that, that is what she got? I just shook my head.

"I came in here to thank you, Clarke," I looked at the wall, I didn't want her to read my thoughts, "I wanted to thank you for everything, and for yesterday. You saved me." Glancing back at her, I was taken aback by her beauty. I became aware of how her soft golden hair spilled over her shoulders, the way her chest rose and fell quickly with racing thoughts and emotions, the way her eyes had changed to the purest blue I had ever seen.

The way his dark brooding eyes studied me, made me want to shift, to move; but whether it was closer to him or far away I was unsure. He closed the distance between us easily, and as he looked down at me I could swear that I saw the desire I felt, in his eyes too.

"You're the one who saved me," I could only manage a whisper. His nearness made it hard to think.

"Not like that, Clarke," his breath skated down my spine, tingling every place it touched. I felt my heart rate spike, and a blush working its way up my body. Why did he have this effect on me, why?

He leaned down, his nose brushing mine. A fire ignited beneath my skin, when he cupped my waist with his hand, gently pulling closer to him. As soon as our bodies met, I winced; I had forgotten all about the ribs until now. Funny how his presence muted the pain. He looked down, seeming to suddenly remember the bruise as well. I could see that he was still concerned, but this time it only made me ache for him.

He pulled away, and cleared his throat, "What do you need to do for those ribs," he asked, his voice low, nearly cracking.

"I need you to wrap them for me, compression will help reduce swelling and promote healing," I told him. Nodding he picked up the cloth, and I explained to him how he needed to do it; silently cursing my ribs for hurting so much.

Her body being so close to mine, seemed to make it impossible to function. I was wholly consumed by her. I needed her. And then she winced. I had completely forgotten about her ribs; too absorbed in the feeling of her smooth skin beneath my hand, and her warm gentle breath against my lips. I ached to take her in my arms and kiss her, but I knew she needed to heal first.

As she explained to me how she needed me to compress her ribs, I studied her face. She had aged since we got here, I could see the ways the struggle had worn on her; if anything it only made her look stronger, more beautiful. I stood by her side, slowly unwinding the cloth, assuring there was enough pressure but not too much. Whenever my hand grazed her skin, I saw her catch her breath, and I couldn't help but smile, glad I wasn't the only one who felt whatever was between us. As I finished compressing her ribs, she turned to me, I tucked the end of the cloth into the middle of it, right beneath her breast, letting my hand linger, and causing the tension in my pants to increase. This time when her breath caught, she gazed back at me, "Bellam-," she was cut off by the sound of the door slamming open.

"Bellamy, I tried to tell them you guys were busy but-," Miller stopped mid-stride, Finn, Monty, Jasper, Octavia, and some other random girl, all crashed into him; all looking shocked. Realizing the cause for their shock, I stepped in front of Clarke, shielding her from their glares.

"What did you want," my voice was seeped with annoyance.

"We came for Clarke," Finn spoke up, looking furious.

With her shirt back on Clarke came to my side, "What do you want Finn," she looked as annoyed as I felt, and I was pleased, maybe this would show the spacewalker that she was over him. For the life of me I still couldn't figure out what she originally saw in him.

"We, there's," he stammered, cracking under her weighted stare.

Monty jumped in, "A kid slipped while moving one of the logs towards the wall. The log came down on his head, he's bleeding and unconscious," he explained.

Shit, it sounded serious. Raking my fingers through my hair, I let out a frustrated sigh, I turned back to Clarke, "I'll go out and settle everyone, put a jacket on then meet us outside." As I turned to leave she grabbed my hand, "Thank-you, Bellamy." I smiled, and nodding my head ducked out of the room, leaving her and our moment behind. I couldn't think about it right now, I had to restore order and sanity, but I knew it would plague my thoughts later tonight.

Let me know what you guys think; there's more to come. I'm absolutely in love with the natural chemistry between these two characters.