I hope that you liked my previous story. This one follows the events of episode 2x08 after Clarke mercy-kills Finn.

He walked though the Ark's corridors looking for her. He knew she was somewhere there. He had seen her stepping inside just a few minutes after she returned to camp from her personal nightmare: driving a knife through Finn's body offering him a merciful death. She was shocked. Of course she was. But she hid it well. She let Raven storm onto her without reacting to her offenses. She let her finish and then left. But Bellamy knew her too well to know that her calmness was just a façade she put on to show fortitude, she wouldn't let her guard down in front of anyone, especially the people that needed her to be strong enough for all of them. Bellamy though, could always see the demons she carried underneath her mask. He could sense the tense in her body and knew that the shining in her eyes was from all the tears she was holding back when she walked through the Ark's doors.

He walked along the memorized path towards the room they used to meet to plan their secret strategies, when the Arkers were acting more like foes rather than allies. He somehow knew that he would find her there curled up in a corner trying to hide her cries from everyone. His steps turned softer when he slowly pushed the door half-open, letting some light from the corridor into the dark room.

He almost didn't see her, but her unsteady breath betrayed her. She was sitting on the floor across the room, her legs folded protectively in front of her chest embracing her knees tightly. She was located under the only window, a small hole on the wall to be more accurate, which slightly allowed the moonlight to highlight some outlines in the room.

He closed the door quietly behind him; he didn't want to alarm her. He walked across the dark room, considered turning the light on but decided not to. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and could finally make out the large table in the centre of the room and the chairs around it, he felt more confident with his steps. He watched her as he walked closer; her eyes were fixated on the leg of the table just a few feet across from her. She didn't move, just stared blankly. Her hair seemed golden where the moonlight was caressing them and her eyes and lips were swollen from crying, he assumed. She didn't flinch when his arm brushed hers as he sank next to her, his back on the wall as well.

After a few minutes of staring at the opposite wall, Bellamy decided to break the silence.

"You did the right thing, Clarke. You actually saved him, you saved him from all the suffering he would have gone through."

Clarke stayed motionless, her gaze still set on the leg of the table.

He turned his body in order to face her. "This is not your fault! I won't let you carry that burden." He raised his voice slightly hoping for a response this time.

Clarke remained quiet.

"Clarke!" the tone of his voice was now more imposing than pleading.

"No, Bellamy!" She turned to look at him for the first time since he entered the room. "This is my fault! He was in this mess because of me! All those people, those kids and families, are dead because of me! Because Finn was looking for me!" She screamed releasing all the tension that was inside her.

"Listen to me Clarke. Just because Finn killed all those people when he was out looking for you doesn't mean that it was your fault."

He placed his hands over her shoulders, turning her to face him and lowered his voice attaining a caring tone. "It wasn't your fault that the Mountain Men took you and Finn snapped. What Finn did was wrong, but what was unacceptable on his behalf was the fact that he tried to justify his act by pinning that on you, saying that he did it for you. He wanted to share the weight of killing those people with you because he couldn't accept the responsibility of his own actions." His voice was now filled with anger. "That's not something you do to someone you love!" He paused, shifting his glare to the floor for a moment without losing his grip on her.

His gaze filled with compassion met her bright blue eyes once again. "If someone should take blame, rather than Finn on this matter, it's me, not you! I was the one who gave him the gun. I was the one who send him alone with Murphy to look for you. I saw that he was unstable and I still let him go. I should have been with him. So if you need to blame someone, blame me, not yourself."

Clarke's features softened. She looked deep into his eyes wandering why he was trying to transfer all of her guild onto him. Didn't he have enough worries already?

He released her, turned his back against the wall, his eyes exploring the dark space around them.

"No, now you listen to me." With both hands she grabbed his own, that was lying between them on the floor. "I am not going to let you take my suffering away so you can pile it up with the rest shit you are already carrying." She tried to be caring, but instead she sounded angry. "I will not let this pass onto you. You did what you had to do for the greater good, I'm sure that there was a really good reason why you decided to leave them alone, you weren't responsible for babysitting him and he was blameworthy for his own actions."

Bellamy couldn't help but chuckle at her last statement, still staring at the opposite wall.

"Does this sound funny to you? Why are you laughing?" She asked in confusion, releasing his hand.

He raised his brow and turned to her. "Now, you're just repeating what I said to you just moments ago. So you agree that it's his own fault and not anyone else's."

Clarke's lips turned slightly upwards at the realisation, but she didn't smile. Instead she continued: "Well, you are partially right…" He smirked, he wasn't used to Clarke accepting defeat in an argument. "… But still, I can't have you or anybody else treating me like I'm fragile and trying to lift my guilt away. I'm not that innocent person that everyone seems to thing I am, anymore. Why can't anyone see that? I've done things and I need to live with the consequences of my actions."

She paused for a moment, looking deeply into his eyes trying really hard to convince him. "I'm not a good person, Bellamy."

His face filled with disbelief. "I find that hard to believe Clarke. Not all of our actions reflect who we really are, don't forget that."

"I lied to him! I told him that I loved him. Who does that? What kind of person lies to someone just before they take their last breath?" Clarke said with desperation in her voice.

"The kind of person that cares about other people's feelings."

"No Bellamy, you don't understand! No one understands."

"Then help me understand, Clarke."

When he looked into her eyes he knew that she was done talking. So he didn't push for an explanation. He extended his arm around her shoulders and let her rest on his chest.

She couldn't speak anymore. Her sobbing took over and sank into his embrace.

They stayed there until Clarke began breathing normal again and pulled herself away from his grip.

Bellamy placed his thump under her chin, softly pushing up to meet her bright and swollen eyes. "I will always be here for you, Clarke. And I promise that I wont tread you like you are fragile but I wont let you believe things about yourself that aren't true, either." He said in a tender tone.

Clarke's eyes widened when she faced his truthful, caring eyes. As soon as his hand stopped touching her face, Clarke released a deep breath she didn't even know she was holding.

It all occurred so fast that when he realised what was happening she was already brushing her fingers into his hair pulling him towards her into a needy kiss. He couldn't resist it; he waited for this for so long and gave into it. He gently moved his hand up her arm to caress her face.

She moved on her knees without unlocking her lips from his and moved her body onto his, straddling him. Both of her hands were holding his face while her tongue was exploring his mouth and her body crushing onto his. His hands moved up from her knees to her thighs and stopped to appraise her hips.

She moaned into his mouth and relocated her lips to explore his neck. She grabbed the collar of his t-shirt forcefully, almost ripping it off, while sucking and biting down his neck. He almost protested at her leaving marks but he didn't.

When he traced is hands upon her back, a shiver run through her whole body and returned her lips to his once again, pushing him onto the hard wall behind him.

Suddenly, her kiss became hostile and angry, she bit his lower lip with such force that he was pretty sure it would bleed. Clarke leaned back reaching for the hem of her shirt with both hands to remove it. As soon as her belly was exposed, Bellamy placed his hands on hers and stopped her.

"This is not what you need right now, Clarke" he said with a low and concerned voice, his eyes looking deeply into hers.

Clarke looked at him annoyed, "You don't know what I need, Bellamy!"

"I definitely know, that right now, it's not this." His voice was soft and his gaze heartrending.

Clarke's face suddenly relaxed and her eyes started watering again. She leaned forward to fall into his arms and buried her face in his chest as her sobbing became louder, releasing all the pain she was still holding onto.

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