"It's been three weeks," Bellamy whispers harshly, his face close together with his sister and Raven. "If she doesn't remember any of this by now, she won't remember it at all. We need to stop focusing on bringing her memory back and start focusing on putting her to use around the camp. You know, showing her how to actually do things."

"We can't just expect her to get straight to work, Bellamy. She needs time to heal."

"What are you talking about? She isn't some delicate flower! She's Clarke!" His voice is growing louder with frustration. "You guys know she wouldn't like being coddled like this!"

"No, we don't know that. The old Clarke wouldn't, you're right. We don't even know who this Clarke is." Bellamy throws his hands up in the air and paces across the drop ship floor. "She doesn't even know who she is!" Raven is glaring at him from her seat on the ladder.

"This is ridiculous. The only way to find anything out, or get anything done, is to just integrate her back into the group. Keeping her isolated while Finn keeps watch over her isn't doing anyone any good. Octavia, she's been released to work, right?" Octavia nods. "No more worries about brain issues?" A shake of her head. "Good." Bellamy storms out of the drop ship and towards Clarke's tent.

He isn't surprised to see Finn standing outside the flaps of the tent but he still can't repress a major eye roll as he approaches.

"Out of the way, Spacewalker."

"Why?" Finn regards him cautiously. He has been vigilant about not allowing anyone into Clarke's tent unless they had a very good reason.

"Because I said so." Bellamy reaches out and places a hand on Finn's chest, moving him (probably a little too forcefully) out of his way. "Get up, princess." Clarke stands up quickly, her eyes bright and clear. "It's about time you earned your keep around here."

"Octavia said she shouldn't—"

"Octavia isn't in charge, last I checked. Clarke and I are in charge. And since Clarke is compromised currently, I made an executive decision." Bellamy turns his attention back to Clarke. "Today, we hunt."

…

"This is horribly boring," Clarke moans for the millionth time. "We haven't seen anything since we've left camp." Bellamy, luckily, is very good at ignoring people and has been tuning her out for the last half hour. He hates to admit it but hunting just isn't the same without Finn to track the animals down. Tracking isn't Bellamy's best area of expertise. Killing the animal after it's found? Bellamy is your guy. But tracking it? Well, that's another story. Eventually Bellamy spots a stag about twenty yards up wind of them. Bellamy, without thinking, clamps his hand over Clarke's mouth just as she's opening it to complain again. He then places a finger over his own lips with his free hand and points to the deer. Bellamy eases down into a crouch and moves slowly closer to the stag, under foot a twig snaps and he stills, holding a hand out to stop Clarke, though she wasn't following him. The deer lifts his large head and stares in front of himself before turning and glancing in their direction.

Everything that happens next happens so quickly it's a blur to Bellamy. Clarke, getting a glimpse of the two headed deer for the first time in her memory, lets out a high pitched shriek and stumbles backwards. Unfortunately for Bellamy, the stag locks his eyes on him and, with his mighty antlers pointed straight at his gut, charges.

…

"Open the gate!" Clarke's strangled cry jars the camp into movement and Miller scrambles to push open the faux gate. Leaning heavily against her is Bellamy. Though Clarke is not necessarily a petite girl with her arm around his waist and Bellamy draped across her she is dwarfed in comparison.

"Clarke!" Finn and Octavia come running up to greet them as soon as they enter the camp. "Are you okay?" He begins looking over her exposed skin and she nods.

"Bellamy," she grunts and Miller, after closing the gate again, moves to Bellamy's other side and with Bellamy's arm over his shoulder, lifts his weight off of Clarke.

"What happened?" Octavia is staring horrified at her brother and his bloody, tattered excuse of a shirt.

"Deer… or something like that, I think." She follows Miller into the drop ship and after setting Bellamy down with a grunt Finn immediately starts in on him.

"See what happens?" He says accusingly as soon as he is face to face with Bellamy. "She isn't ready for this! How could you expect her to react any differently than she did?" Finn is glaring down at him as Octavia begins cutting the remains of Bellamy's shirt away. "She shouldn't leave the camp!"

"You know I'm right here, right? Like, literally standing in front of you?" Clarke's voice grabs everyone's attention and they're all staring at her. With her cheeks burning she continues, "I'm not a child. And look," she points at Bellamy's ribs. "I did that, so I'm not completely useless." When everyone turns back to Bellamy they see him sitting there with a bright grin and uneven stitches going up his side. "It's not great because, well, I just used some thread from his shirt, but you know. I did it." She takes a step towards him. "Actually, I'll probably have to redo it."

Clarke kneels beside Octavia and grabs a knife from the table, moving towards Bellamy's side.

"Whoa, whoa! What are you doing?"

"That shirt was dirty. I need to stitch this up with something that isn't going to get infected." She presses the knife to his skin and his hand catches hers.

"I think it's fine."

She purses her lips and with a severe look and sharp voice she almost sounds like the old Clarke when she says, "I didn't ask for your opinion. Now move your hand." And with a raised eyebrow, Bellamy releases Clarke to allow her access once more to his wound. It's fairly easy to remove the stitches she'd hastily applied earlier and eventually everyone, losing interest, excuses themselves to go back to their previous duties. Everyone except Finn, who lurks behind them watching carefully.

"If you keep getting into these situations your perfect body won't be so perfect, you know that?"

"'Keep getting into these situations'? I wouldn't have been nearly gored if it wasn't for you freaking out," he says accusingly.

"You would've freaked too if you just saw a two headed deer!" There's a heavy silence. "Is that normal here?" Bellamy nods.

"We figure it was the radiation that did it." As she pulls the needle and thread through his skin again he inhales sharply and he thinks he hears her mutter something about him being a baby. "You'll get used to it." She glances up at him for just a moment before her eyes flick back to his wound. It's a short look but it's long enough for him to recognize uncertainty in it. "You will. You don't remember this, but you're strong. A pain in my ass, but strong. And smart, brilliant actually." The words are tumbling out of his mouth without his permission now. "Brave. And loyal. You'll see," he clears his throat uncomfortably; she stopped stitching and was staring at him, her hands still at his side. "Mostly you're a pain in the ass though." He grins to break the tension and she pulls the thread through one last time.

"You should probably clean all that blood off too, you know." She stands up and rinses her hands in the basin of water before handing him a rag stained red. "Maybe next time I'll be more prepared for two headed animals."

With a smile she breezes out of the med bay, not stopping when she passes Finn and he opens his mouth to speak to her.