Clarke

It was odd for Clarke, watching Raven and Finn together. In fact it was downright painful. He had made her feel like she was special. He had made her think that they could be something, have something, good on this planet. After everything with Wells (God, Wells, why you? Why now?), after everything with Murphy and Charlotte, Clarke had truly believed that finally fate had decided to cut her a break. But then a pod fell out of the sky and brown-haired, long-legged, gorgeous nearing perfection Raven Reyes had climbed out and fallen into Finn's arms. And what could Clarke do, but walk away. What could she do but return him to the one he truly belonged with.

And then life had gotten in the way. The radio, Bellamy's secret, and now, standing here watching the flares. Her mind kept going back to the river. Bellamy's face when she accused him of apathy in the face of mass murder. His voice strong and arrogant as ever, but the words. It was almost an apology, almost a plea for understanding, almost… And now he's standing next to her and she can see it on his face how much fear he hides behind all the bravado. How much guilt he feels trapped beneath a mask of arrogance. She has no clue what made her ask him about shooting stars, but his answer left a twinge of…something…beneath her ribs, entirely too close to her heart.

But she hated him. She hated him and he hated her. That was it. That was all.


Bellamy

Realizing that Octavia was not in camp had been the most terrified he had been since the night she was taken. Finding his baby sister chained to a wall in some grounder hideout had been the most pissed he'd been since the council decided to float his mother. And having his sister so disgusted with him that his touch repulsed her had left him broken in a way he hadn't been since he landed on this godforsaken planet.

And all because of Spacewalker and that damn grounder. Finding O, Finn getting stabbed, the poisoned blade. The torture. And there for every swing, for every cut, was Clarke. He knew she cared about Finn, knew that something had been brewing between them before Raven showed up, but he never thought he'd see the day that Clarke Griffin would step down from her high horse and beg for anything. But it had been more than that. It had torn her apart to watch, almost as much as it had ruined Bellamy to do it. But she had stayed. She didn't leave it all to him, put it all on him. As much as she didn't want to acknowledge it, they had been in it together. And when he put his hand on her shoulder, and felt the tension leave her, he knew. He knew that she needed his ruthlessness as much as he needed her mercy.

But he hated her. He hated her and she hated him. That was it. That was all.