A/N: Inspiration came from a song, two TV shows (The 100, and I forgot the name of the other, but I couldn't tell you anyway because it would spoil the plot, and a movie (again, spoilers, sweetie). Limited Chapters, enjoy. (No copyright or infringement intended.)

The white room closed in on Clarke, she couldn't breathe. So much pain filled her heart. In plain white clothes, she sat on a plain white bed, whispering softly to herself, "It's only just a dream, go away, go away, it's just a dream…" She closed her eyes tight and curled into a ball,

"It's just a dream…" she whispered, squeezing her eyes tight, "Go away, it's just a dream."

Clarke finally opened her eyes and stared at her canvas tent. It looked in bad shape, but she was glad to see it, because that meant her nightmare had ended. It was the same nightmare Clarke had found herself having. Every damn night since the Grounders attack. But they had beat them. Her memory was a little hazy, but she remembered Bellamy getting his ass handed to him by Tristen. She remembered Finn running to save him after she called out for Bellamy. She remembered the panic in her chest as the dropship door closed, then she must have blacked out. She remembered her nightmare, the white walls, and then she woke to Octavias face. She was okay, her leg wrapped tightly in bandages.

"Bell?" She remembered asking, and Octavia smiled. She told her how Finn took him to a fox hole while Tristan was occupied by the closing door, and how the door opened after the fire and Miller came out carrying Clarke, and Anya was alive and tied up in the drop ship. Octavia told her of how Lincoln had protected her, and how he then helped her patch up Bellamys bloody face and Finns minor cuts and burns. She told her of the kids who died, but that they had made it through. She then told her of the explosion that could've been the Ark.

She remembered the joy that ran through her chest.

Clarke sat up and began to pull her boots on, deep in thought. The whole experience had made her think hard about what Finn had said to her. He said he loved her. She remembered what her mom had said the day that Clarke had came to her, asking her how she knew when she loved someone.

"Well Clarke, there is two different kinds of love. There is To Love and To Be In Love. You may love many, but only be in love with one person. When you realize what this means, truly, you will understand who you are in love with."

She understood that lesson now. And now she was going to make things right. With everyone.

Clarke realized who she loved. She loved Monty and Jasper, how they always were cheerful and goofy, she loved Octavia, the way she treated Clarke like a sister. She even loved Raven, how she stood up for her, despite there less than awkward first meeting. And she loved Finn, her rock, and the charmer who helped her in the beginning. But she wasn't in love with him, she knew that now.

It was about mid-morning, not many were awake though, some still drunk after the celebratory party the night before. The ground was scorches black, but some tents made it through the ordeal safely, so people began bunking. Which was good anyway for the upcoming winter. A few kids were rebuilding the broken down wall, making it bigger. Linchon was leading a small group to find whatever had crashed. It looked like the Ark, but she didn't want to get her hopes up.

Finally Clarke spotted Finn's Tent.

"Finn?" Clarke spoke outside his tent. lightened a bit when he saw her.

"Finn," She began, "I have been thinking of what you said earlier, in the forest, about your feelings. And I want to tell you, I love you too, but I am not in love with you." She felt her eyes spike with tears. She hated to look on his face, but she meant her words. "I am so sorry." She whispered and hugged him tightly.

He exhaled, his breath tickling her neck. "I get it. I don't like it, but I get it." He hugged her back. She buried her face in his shoulder. Finn was young, and a charmer of sorts. He would find someone. She knew it, but it just wasn't her.

"Thank you." She whispered.

Clarke walked across camp, her nervousness tightened her stomach, making it hard to think.

"Clarke?" She turned to see Bellamy walking behind her, "You feel okay? You look pale."

"Bellamy," she breathed, whatever was in her tone, it made his features change, become softer, different. "I...I needed to talk to you." She pulled her chin up, thinking of the feeling she always had in her nightmare. She felt alone. Scared, with vague memories of everyone she loved dying. She hated it.

"What is it, Princess?" He walked closer.

"I...Look, after...I thought…" It was hard for her to tell him, to put her feelings in words that made sense, she looked him in the eye, his face had a quizzical look, like he was watching something both amusing and confusing.

"Use your words, there, Princess."

Screw words, She thought, and grabbed his shirt, tugging him close and planting her mouth on his. He froze, tensed under her touch. He didn't respond. Disappointed and embarrassed, she was about to back away when he grabbed her neck and pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and trapping her against him. This was better than she ever imagined, both fighting for the lead.

He tasted like iron, and earth. It was wonderful.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavy. His eyes held so much emotion, they seemed to mix. But she could see happiness, desire, and...love.

"Bellamy Blake, I think am in love with you." He smiled fully. And for a bit, she forgot about the awful nightmares, the death and loss, the grounders, all the bad. Everything was finally good.

"Clarke," Bellamy looked at her, really looked, his eyes raked down her body as if memorizing every detail, desire evident in his eyes. His eyes found hers again and he kissed her, deeper and deeper. Clarke enjoyed every moment of broke apart long enough to enter his tent and they began to strip each other of cloths until it was just him and her, teasing with tongue and teeth and touches until she screamed and he collapsed on top of her breathing hard.

"Clarke," he whispered, "Say you're mine."

Her heart thudded in her chest, but she wouldn't let it be so easy.

"Make me." She felt him smile against her neck as he bit and sucked on a spot on her neck.

"Princess." he growled, biting harder, making her mewl. Round two, she thought.

He kissed her hard, making her lips tingle. Both fought for the top, but Bellamy pinned her arms above her head, and trapped her between him and the bed. He'd won, and in the end, she said the magic words.

"Bell-" she gasped, "I...am yours."

After, she snuggled against Bellamy, her eyes heavy, watching his chest rise and fall, she fell asleep. But her peace was soon lost as her eyes opened to the white falls.

She got out of the white bed, staring at the white walls and that stupid painting that mocked the lack of color of the room. She was alone again, alone in the room. She couldn't see Monty anymore, he stopped coming to the window. She was alone.

Alone.

She hated it. She felt as cold and hollow as that damned room.

She curled back on the bed, she wanted to wake up, "It's just a dream," she whispered, curling tighter, ignoring the pinch in her chest, "Go away, it's just a dream, just a dream, wake up, please wake up, please." she felt tears stream down her face, "Wake up!"

When she opened her eyes again she was watching Tristan hit Bellamy. She was re-living the attack, she was standing in the middle of the scene, no one seemed to notice her. She still wore the plain white clothes that she hated. Around her kids were dying, and then she saw herself crouched by Finn, watching Bellamy die. She heard herself scream, the desperation in her voice made tears spring to her eyes.

Finn jumped, knocking Tristan off Bellamy, gunshots rang around her. Then she saw Bellamy fall to the ground, Finn staring up at her…

"LET ME OUT!" Clarke screamed, running to Finn and Bellamy, and watched her other self run to the dropship. "WAKE UP!" She tried to hug them, but she was pulled away.

Back to a plain white light

Back

Back

Away

Clarke opened her eyes, and screamed until she no longer felt her lungs

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