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After spending almost four days in a car together, you could learn a thing or two about one another. For example, by now Clarke knew that Bellamy was way too full of himself, snarky and an asshole. Or at least he pretend to be. The blonde was not quite sure how much of an asshole a person who saved your life, gave you a free ride and shared their food and water supplies with you could be. There were also some other thing that did not quite match the picture of the stupid asshole but neither did they talk enough nor did Clarke really care enough to figure that out. She thought it was best to keep him at arm's length, make sure they would not get attached to each other or anything like that. After all, that was the last thing she needed right now. To be honest she was surprised he did not take off first chance he got but really waited for her when they stopped at a random gas station so she could pee.

The sun was setting and the way Bellamy was looking around told her he was looking for a place to park the car for the night. "We need to stop somewhere we can get gas tomorrow." He said while doing so, speaking the first words in the whole day to her. Which was surprising actually. Over the last few days he had always tried to make her talk, tell him something about her, offer up information about himself or finally giving snarky comments, obviously trying to provoke her. She had been ignoring him for most parts of it. But today he had been exceptionally quiet. Clarke was not sure what to think of that but for now she was thankful for the silence "That shouldn't be too hard. We pass by so many gas stations per day."

"Yeah." He nodded slowly. "Maybe we can also get some new supplies. We are running low."

Clarke agreed before Bellamy maneuvered the car into a small spot between some bushes, half hiding it from view. "You know, I could drive too." The girl remarked while he let the keys slip into his pockets.

He looked at her. "I bet you could."

"We wouldn't have to stop every night." She pressed.

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that bothering you? You got somewhere to be?"

She sighed and shook her head. "No, it's just…" Yeah, what was it? What difference would it make? She had nowhere to go. He had nowhere to go. Whether they moved or stood still during nights did not matter. "You are right. It doesn't matter. "

He yawned and stretched a little before leaning back in his seat and said: "Besides, if we go to sleep now, we'll be up before dawn. So maybe we won't meet any unpleasant surprises at the gas station."

Clarke climbed to the back seat. She could not argue with that. Most of the time people saw them as a possible threat, only relaxing when they realized they simply wanted to use the bathroom or ask if they had seen a dark haired girl. That would change the following day though. While she was grabbing a pillow and some blankets from the trunk, Bellamy was trying to get comfortable in the driver's seat. The first night he had offered her sleeping on the back seat so she could actually lay down and try to relax at least a little bit even if it was no comparison to a real bed. He on the other hand had spent every night since she had arrived in an upward position. She had noticed him cringe a few times during the day probably from aching muscles due to sleeping like that. She had not really spend too much thought on it the first night but she was starting to feel bad.

"Bellamy?" She finally whispered, not sure if he was still awake.

"Mhm?"

"Do you want to switch places?"

She was not quite sure due to the darkness but she could have sworn he started grinning. "It's alright princess. I'm fine." She rolled her eyes at the nickname he had started using but decided not to comment. His muscles would probably punish him enough in the morning. So she simply rolled over and took a deep breath. She remember the first night she had barely got a wink of sleep, always having one eye open to stare at him, making sure he was not about to change his mind, make a sudden move on her, try to touch her. Now she was a little more relaxed. If Bellamy would really have wanted to do anything like that, he would have already done it. He had had plenty of possibilities over these five days. But he didn't. He had always kept his distance and looked away in the right moment. Still, she could not fall asleep until she heard his breathing even out, letting her know he was a goner.

After turning and tossing for most parts of the night, Bellamy woke from a restless sleep. He blinked a few times, tensing when he noticed a figure sprawled out on the back seat but relaxing almost the same instance again. After Octavia's disappearance, he had felt like being alone was what he deserved so waking up to finding someone else in the car with him was kind of unsettling. He studied her one more moment in the rear view mirror. When she was asleep she looked way younger, less threatening, more relaxed. Her whole face gained a certain note of softness, almost childlike and he could not help but think of Octavia. Her blonde wavy hair was cradled around her face, embedding it in a golden blanket and really making her look like a princess. The nickname suited her, in his opinion. Or at least her looks.

Her character was snappy, a little moody, she did not like to talk too much or reveal too much information about herself. Once, if he had met her under different circumstances, he probably would have seen her as a challenge. She was different, did not fall for him smiling at her or let his charms fool her. Maybe she used to be that kind of girl, it was hard to say but the world had changed her, made her to be the person she was now, to survive. But still, even though she was distant, snappy and silent, he somehow liked her. At least he was not alone anymore. He tore his eyes away from her and shook his head slightly. They had things to do today and tasks he needed to focus on if he wanted to survive.

So he opened the door and climbed out of the car to stretch his sour muscles. Sleeping in this upright position night after night was like venom for his back but it was not like he would ever make Clarke sleep sitting up, leave alone his sister when he found her. Lately he had been rather positive about it. A new plan had formed in his mind if there was one place in the world, Octavia would always go back to, it was their home town. So that's where they were heading now too. While moving his arms, legs and neck, trying to loosen up a little, he looked around. Luckily no Walker was in sight so they could leave without complications. He tapped against the window, making Clarke jerk awake. She still did not really trust him but he did not care. He was not going to rape her or hurt her in any other way and if she needed time to see that, then that was fine with him. After all, he was not the one on edge the whole time. When their eyes met, she visibly relaxed though. He turned away before rounding the car to open the trunk. He felt like he was dehydrating and starving.

While he was still going through their few supplies, he could hear the car door open and Clarke appeared next to him. Her hair was pulled up in a lose bun but she still looked a little sleepy. "Morning", she greeted.

"Morning. You hungry?"

She shrugged a little. He knew it was a stupid question. He couldn't even remember the last time he had not been hungry but that was simply one of the things. Two granola bars, one pop tart and a cracker per day could not really fill you up but they simply lacked resources for more. He handed her their last granolas bar and she raised an eyebrow. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine." He was used to this. He would always give his last food, water bottle, or anything to Octavia. He would feel guilty now too eating when he knew Clarke was hungry too. She sighed and broke the bar in the middle before wordlessly handing him one half.

He grinned at her. "Thanks."

Now it was up to her to smile a little and Bellamy stared at her. He doubted he had seen her smile over the course of the last days but this smile was something. He could not even describe it but for a second it seemed to light up her whole face.

"What? For sharing your own food with you?"

He laughed and shrugged before drinking a few sips, offering the bottle to her. "Well Princess, I'm just being polite."

After they had finished their scarce breakfast, they climbed back into the car and Bellamy ignited the engine. While he pulled out of their parking spot, Clarke watched him. He noticed her eyes on him very vividly but tried to contain himself. He had noticed her staring at him before, a critical, inspecting glance. Saying it made him feel uncomfortable was too much but it made him feel something. "Do you know where we are going?" She suddenly asked.

It took him a moment to comprehend her words. Usually he was the one starting their short conversations. "I… yes, to a gas station."

"No." Clarke replied. "I know that. I mean, do you have a new destination in mind? A place we'll ultimately go to?"

Okay, he would not have expected her to notice that. He always thought of himself as rather contained and reversed. "How do you know?"

"I don't know. You just seem kind of more determined. I guess I started noticing yesterday. Like suddenly you weren't wandering, lost anymore."

He nodded slightly. "Well spotted." He had to admit, he was a little impressed.

"So, where are we going?"

"My home town. Brooks, Texas."

"Okay. Any special reason why you suddenly want to go there?"

He knew next to nothing about Clarke, except for the things he had figured out himself. For all he knew she could be a serial killer. Still, he sighed and opened up the blinds, handing her Octavia's picture. "I hope to find her there."

She looked at the picture for a moment. "She is really pretty. Is that your girlfriend?"

He shook his head. "No, that's my sister. Her name is Octavia."

"And you think she will still be there?"

He shot her a quick glance. This curiosity was so not like her but what harm could he do in telling her? He was taking her with him there anyways. "I hope she will go back there. We got separated on the road and I have been looking for her ever since. I'm just hoping she is trying to get back to Brooks too. It's the only trace I have right now."

Clarke was silent for a moment before she touched his arm lightly. "I'm sure you will find her."

He gave her a little smile. "Thank you."

It was not long after that when Bellamy pulled over because they reached a gas station. While Clarke was inspecting the place, Bellamy opened the glove compartment to give her a small gun. She refused though. "I'll stick to my knife."

He raised an eyebrow. "You do realize how dangerous that is? Getting so close to the creatures?"

"I'll be fine."

"Clarke." He didn't know why but the thought of her turning into one of those monsters scared him too much. "Take it. You'll be safer."

She hesitated one more moment before finally just obeying. He nodded one last time in conformation before they climbed out of the car again. While Bellamy went to fill up the tank, Clarke headed for the shop. When Bellamy realized that, he grabbed her arm. "Hey! What do you think you are doing?"

She raised an eyebrow. "We need food and water, so I'll try to grab something."

He snorted. What the hell? "Wait for me!"

"Why?"

"Because it's dangerous. There could be Walkers or some not so friendly humans!"

"Then I'll get rid of them."

He made a face. Right, that was another thing he had learned about her. She was stubborn as hell. "Or you help me out here and then we go in together."

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine." She grabbed the two empty canisters to fill them with gas as well. As soon as they were done, Bellamy took a deep breath and grabbed his gun, gesturing for Clarke to follow him. He stopped at the door and mouthed to her: "Wait here!" Before entering, only to find her right on his heels. Of course. She was no damsel in distress, as she had told him over and over again. He checked the aisles before turning back to Clarke. "It's all clear."

She just nodded, already grabbing the last few bottles still left in the fridge. Good. He turned around and went through the stalls. To his disappointment most boxes were empty and ripped apart. He cursed. They really needed food. He stooped down in front of the counter when he spotted two chocolate bars. Not much but at least something.

"Bellamy! Watch out!" Clarke screamed in that moment. He jumped up just in time, the blade of an ax just missing him by an inch. A man had jumped on top of the counter, glaring at the two intruders.

Bellamy growled and pointed his gun at him. "Stay back!" The stranger did not seem impressed at all by the weapon. He took another swing at Bellamy, making Clarke cry out in horror when he hardly missed his arm. This time Bellamy did not hesitate but jumped on the counter to wrestle him to the ground with him. The other one just aimlessly swung his ax around. Clarke could already picture Bellamy without his limbs. They rolled off the counter, hitting the shelf which contained alcohol bottles. Those rained down on the men, crushing. Another loud crashing sound, an agonizing cry and silence. The noises of fighting stopped.

Clarke gulped. What if… She didn't even get to finish her thought when Bellamy stood up again. Relief washed through her, more than she had expected before she finally could move again and ran towards him. "Bellamy! Are you okay?"

He cracked a half smile. "Do I detect some worry for me, princess?"

She rolled her eyes when she spotted a cut over his left eye. Her doctor mode immediately kicked in and she took his head between her hands so she could examine the wound better. "How are you feeling? Does your head hurt? Can you remember everything?"

He chuckled a little. "I'm fine, seriously. But we need to get out of here before our friend wakes up again." He pointed at the stranger who laid flat on the ground. "Fine." She agreed. "But I'll have another look at it back in the car."

"If you insist." They gathered two more bags of chips and a water bottle before they left the shop together. Back in the car when Bellamy was just about to start the engine, Clarke put her hands above his, causing him to freeze a little. "Wait! Your head…"

He sighed but to her surprise, obeyed silently. "Do you have a first aid kit?"

„There might be one in the trunk."

She raised an eyebrow. "Might?"

"Sorry Princess but it was hard enough getting a car at all so I didn't pay too much attention to the equipment."

She shot him an angry look. His sarcasm was not helpful at all. "Great." Ignoring his chuckle, she exited the car. To her relief she found what she was looking for and returned to her seat just a few moments later. "Here." She murmured while looking through the supplies. He watched her skeptically. "Do you know what you are doing?"

She couldn't suppress a little snort. When was the last time someone doubted her skills? She could not even remember. So she could not even be annoyed at him for asking because it somehow reminded her of before, of easier and simpler years. "Yeah, I know what I am doing", she therefore simply replied. "Turn your head."

Even though he still did not look too convinced he obeyed. Carefully she placed her hands at his cheeks again and pushed herself up a little so she could get a better look at his wound. This closeness to him somehow made her feel weird, not in a bad way though. She had to concentrate really hard to make her eyes stay on his wound and not travel all over his face to take him in.

"Okay…" She breathed, more to herself than to him, to make her focus back on what's important. She could do this. It wasn't like she never had handsome patients before. No! She cursed internally. Did she just admit she found him to be handsome? No, no, no! She closed her eyes for just a second. She could do this. Just snap all into doctor mode, the way she always did when she had to treat a wound. She let go of him again so she could gather what she needed out of the kit, luckily putting some distance between them again. The fact that she could literally still feel his eyes on her almost made her a little nervous for whatever reason. Finally she took a deep breath, having collected all the items she needed. She knew, the state of her hands was far from clean, something she used to always pay close attention to. Now, she didn't have much of a choice and everything was better than letting his wound go untreated. It did not take her long to take care of his injury and when she could finally lean back again she realized how tensed she had been the whole time. "You should be good now", she murmured while storing the items away again.

He was just checking what his head looked like, when a small smile crossed his lips. "It definitely feels better too. Thank you!" He noted and she brought herself to return the smile. "You're welcome."

"You used to be a doctor or something?"

She hesitated and turned her head away. His question made her think of her father and she could feel her chest contradict painfully. Her smile was gone and she shook her head slightly. "Kind of." Without waiting for his reaction she left the car again to store the first aid kit back in the trunk. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, to block out the memories, to not hear the bang of the gun echo in her head, to not see his lifeless eyes, his body falling to the ground. She pressed her eyelids together und leaned against the car. This was not the right time! She could not think of all of this now!

"Clarke…?" She froze. Bellamy had followed her. She spun around. He stood right next to the car, one of his arms reluctantly outstretched towards her, a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

No. No, she was so far from being okay but she had no time for her to not be okay. She had to pull herself together. This was now. And now, there was no time for grieve, now they had to move on, now they had to survive. She cleared her throat hoping that her voice would not let her down before she mumbled: "I'm fine. Let's go." She turned around, not wanting to see his expression.

Back in the car she did not have to wait too long until Bellamy was seated next to her again. Even though she could still feel his eyes on her, she stared straight ahead out of the window, too scared he would be able to see things she did not want him to know. When he finally started the engine wordlessly, she relaxed a little. At least he was smart enough to let her alone. She needed the space and quiet he gave her and she was grateful for that. Maybe he was more considerate and less of an ass than she had thought. And maybe, just very maybe she could even trust him a tiny bit.