Disclaimer: don't own the 100. There'd be more Bellarke if I did.

Somehow things returned to normal after that conversation. She stayed at the dorm and Bellamy dropped in to look for Octavia, missing her every single time by a mere couple of minutes. He'd then stick around until Octavia returned, annoyed the girl for a couple of minutes, and then would leave with a wink to Clarke. The timing was incredibly coincidental (how could he keep missing her by mere minutes?) and a part of the blonde wanted to hope that it was Bellamy's way of spending time with her, but every time she began to hope so, his dismissal of the very idea would come back to haunt her.

"So, what made you decide to be a doctor?" Bellamy asked as they sat on the floor next to each other, their homework and laptops in front of them.

"My mother's a doctor." Clarke's gaze went to the picture of her and her parents by her bedside table. "She saved my life when I was a child."

Bellamy looked up at her in surprise.

"My best friend Wells and I were always getting into trouble together. We were called the Terrible Twosome by the neighbors." She laughed at the memory. "One day Wells and I decided to go to this carnival and convinced our parents to take us. It was one of those rickety old places that have barely passed safety inspection and my mother was not happy about being there, but my dad and Mr Jaha convinced her to let us go." Clarke let out a sigh. "To make a long story short, one of the rides collapsed and I got speared through with part of it." She lifted her shirt to show the scar in her abdomen which was the reason why she always wore onepiece swimsuits and never showed her stomach. "The doctors said that if it wasn't for my mother's actions that day I wouldn't have made it to the hospital."

Bellamy's expression was grim. "That's quite the story, Princess."

She let the shirt drop back down to cover her scar. "It really hit me that we're all mortal, you know? What if my mother hadn't been a doctor? I would be dead and I'd never grow up to do all the things I'd always planned to do."

"So you decided to be a doctor as well."

She nodded. "I wanted to one day be able to help someone, to save them, and make then see the world and life differently, just like my mother did for me."

Bellamy stared at her before he cleared his throat and looked away.

She licked her lips and sent him a sidelong look. "So why did you decide to become a child psychologist?"

"My story cannot compete with yours!" Bellamy gave a laugh. "But I guess O is to blame. I mean, losing our parents so young did things to her, and I did as best as I could but I always knew she needed better than I could give her." He shrugged. "I wanted to help other kids who are going through bad times in their life, especially if they feel they can't talk to or trust the adults in their lives."

Clarke smiled as she gazed at him. "The little girls are gonna fall in love with you."

His eyes widened and a surprising blush covered his face before he grinned through his embarrassment. "Only the ones with good taste."

She grinned. "Yes, well, that goes without saying."

Bellamy stared down at her lips and then rose his dark gaze to her eyes. "Clarke-."

The door flew open and Octavia stormed inside, slamming the door shut behind her. "I've had it!"

Clarke only realized that she and Bellamy had been leaning towards each other because they now pulled apart quickly to look at Octavia in surprise.

Octavia noticed Bellamy and huffed before she threw herself on her bed. "I hate college."

Clarke and Bellamy shared looks before they turned to look at her once more. The blonde got up and went to sit next to Octavia on the edge of her bed. "What happened?"

Octavia's gaze went to Bellamy before she sighed and covered her face with her arm. "Lincoln and I broke up."

Clarke's eyebrows rose in shock. "What? Why did you break up with him?"

"Well, thanks for the assumption that he wouldn't break up with me, does my ego good." Octavia gave a groan. "He keeps acting as if he's Bellamy!"

Bellamy choked. "Excuse me?"

"He keeps acting so overprotective, about everything!" Octavia threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "I don't need to boyfriend to act like my brother! I need him to encourage me to be reckless and dangerous! Not to reign me in and tell me certain situations are dangerous, and not good for me, and that he believes I'm not the sort of person who'd do things like recreational drugs or-" she totally ignored Bellamy's wide-eyed horror "or anything else like that. Sure, I only had that one joint that once, and I haven't touched anything since high school, you know? That isn't the issue! It's the fact that every single man around me seems to think they know what's best for me! And they don't!"

Bellamy took in a deep breath and visibly bit back his desire to confront her over this joint, before he spoke. "O."

"What?" Octavia pouted and glared defiantly at Bellamy.

"Don't be such a brat." Bellamy went to sit on Octavia's other side. "Lincoln obviously cares about you, and he's trying his best to protect you from the bad influences on campus. I actually like him better now that I've heard how much his overprotection has annoyed you. Means I have someone else I can share my Octavia-induced headaches with."

"Hey!" Octavia slapped his arm, and yet there was slight amusement in her voice.

"I know that you have this issue with people trying to control you," Clarke said. "But I've seen you and Lincoln together, and while I get what you mean about him being somewhat overprotective, he has never been so in a controlling way. You can always tell that when he nags you and gets on your case, it's done because he loves and worries about you, and because he wants the best for you." Her gaze rose to Bellamy. "Just like when your brother does it."

Bellamy smiled at her.

Octavia sat up between them, unknowingly blocking their view of each other, and sighed. "I'm being a brat, aren't I?"

"When aren't you a brat?" Bellamy laughed with an "ooof" as she elbowed him in the stomach.

Clarke rubbed Octavia's back. "Everything is going to be fine. Just go and talk to Lincoln. It'll all work itself out, you'll see."

"Thanks mom." Octavia grinned cheekily at Clarke before her gaze went to Bellamy. "Dad." She pressed a quick kiss to Clarke's cheek, then to Bellamy's, and then she was up and heading towards the door rapidly. "I need to un-break up with Linc!" And with that she was gone.

Clarke and Bellamy remained seated on the bed, staring at each other, before they gulped and looked away.

"We should get back to homework," Bellamy announced.

"Yeah, we should." Clarke nodded and hurriedly raced off of the bed as if the sheets were on fire.

"Hey Clarke!" Murphy grinned that evil little grin of his as he approached with two guys. "Clarke, this is Atom and that dude is Miller. They're also Bellamy's friends. Guys, this is Clarke."

Miller gave a little wave. "I'm also Bellamy's roommate."

"My condolences," she teased.

Miller snickered. "Thank you."

Atom's eyes widened. "So you're Clarke."

Murphy smirked at Clarke as if saying: see?

"We've heard a lot about you." Atom still looked in awe of her, which made her feel very self-conscious. "To be honest I was beginning to think that Bellamy had made you up."

She blinked in confusement at that. "Why would you think that I was made up?"

Atom opened his mouth.

Miller elbowed him in the stomach and then gave her an unassuming grin. "Don't listen to him, he's an idiot."

Murphy just looked far too amused.

"But Bellamy always-." Atom yelped when Miller grabbed him by his collar.

Miller continued to give Clarke that smile that said "nothing is happening here". "It was nice meeting you, Clarke." With that he yanked Atom behind him as he walked away.

Murphy snorted as he watched them go before his gaze returned to her. "Wearing red again today I see." And without giving her a chance to answer, he sauntered away.

Telling herself she had not been thinking of Bellamy when she'd picked the red shorts and red and white striped shirt, Clark clutched the strap of her bag and stormed off in the opposite direction.

"How are you beating me at this?" Bellamy wanted to know in utter confusion as they battled each other on some video game (she couldn't remember the name) that he'd somehow convinced her to play with him. She wasn't even sure why she was suddenly in his room and not her own, this was a definite change in circumstances and she couldn't come up with a convincible excuse as to why she'd accepted the invitation to play video games with him, except that she enjoyed Bellamy's company and had jumped at the opportunity to spend more time with him.

"Beginner's luck?" Clarke then cheered as she won, again.

Bellamy stared at the screen in shock before he glared at her. "Are you sure you've never played this before?"

"I promise!" She crossed her heart and everything.

Bellamy laughed at her childish actions and shook his head as he restarted the game. "I'm not going to go easy on you anymore, you're obviously some sort of gaming god."

She snickered. "Bring it on, you mere Guard. The Princess will royally demolish you."

"You're so weird!" And yet Bellamy was laughing whole-heartedly. "And don't call me Guard!"

The door opened and Miller entered. He paused when he saw them and then smiled. "Hey Clarke. I was wondering when I'd see you over here."

"Hey Miller!" She called over her shoulder at Bellamy's roommate. "I decided to finally return the favor and invade his territory. Sorry for the intrusion."

"Nah, none at all." Miller grinned as he threw himself on his bed. "It's always nice to have a pretty girl in here."

She blushed and smiled brighter at him.

Bellamy paused the game and turned to look at them with a slight frown. "Since when do you two know each other?"

"Murphy introduced us a couple of days back," Clarke responded.

"Yeah, you know, since you never have." Miller delivered the dig with a serene smile. "One has to wonder why you'd keep Princess all to yourself."

"Don't call her that." Bellamy's voice was surprisingly sharp.

Clarke's eyes widened.

"I can call her whatever I want." Miller merely smirked deeper and looked almost as evil as Murphy did. "Can't I, Clarke?"

The blonde now had both of their dark eyes on her and wasn't sure what to answer considering she had no idea what the issue was.

Bellamy seemed to realize that and turned to Miller, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "You just can't."

"Fine. I'll let you be the only one to call her that." Miller seemed to be having too much fun right now. "I'll call her Goldilocks."

What was wrong with her name? Why did no one want to actually call her by it?

"Miller."

"Bellamy."

Bellamy took in a deep breath and then turned to Clarke. "Wanna go and get something to eat?"

"What about the game?" She motioned towards the paused game they'd just started.

"We've played enough. I'm hungry now." He got up and held his hand out to her. "Let's go."

Clarke stared up at the hand and fought the blush as she placed her hand in his and accepted his help up.

His hand went to the small of her back as Bellamy began to lead her towards the door.

"I am not invited?" Miller called at them.

"No." Bellamy bit as he opened the door.

Right before the door closed shut behind them, Miller's cackle of evil amusement could be heard.

After the big disappointment she'd already experienced Clarke didn't want to get her hopes up, but it really felt like she was dating Bellamy Blake. She had no idea if he even realized it, but they basically were in a relationship in which all the "good stuff" had been removed. They spent most of their time together (now in Clarke's dorm room, Bellamy for some reason didn't want her going over to his anymore) or studying together, or going out to eat together, and they'd even gone to a couple of parties together as well. If it was anyone else Clarke would say, with a hundred per cent certainty, that they were dating, and yet every time she wanted to point this out to Bellamy his: Of course I don't comment from hell-night made her pause and rethink it.

But, damn it, they kept getting more... date-y... and she was going insane not putting some sort of label on what they had going on between them. Bellamy had stopped coming to "check up on O" and arrived with games for him and Clarke to play, or with the book he'd told Clarke about (or with the book Clarke had told him about), or with some sweet he'd gotten for Clarke, or, well, these visits were now very much Clarke-centric.

Tonight he'd arrived with a movie she'd never seen before. They'd talked about it yesterday and upon discovering the fact that she had no idea what he'd been referencing, Bellamy had insisted that she hadn't had a good childhood and that it would be wrong of him not to change her life in such an awesome way. That was why they now sat on her bed, the laptop with the movie resting on their laps as the lights dimmed and they watched Who Shot Roger Rabbit. Clarke had no idea what to make of this old movie, which was a mixture of animation and live action, but it was oddly comical and she found herself intrigued as she tried to understand the plot and the characters.

Or, well, she would've tried to do all of that if it wasn't for the fact that she was sitting on a bed in a dim room with Bellamy Blake. All throughout the movie she kept sending him little glances out of the corner of her eyes and watched the way the light played over his amused features as he laughed or gave her backstories about the characters or the situations or whatever. She, sadly enough, wasn't paying attention to much other than him, and it was making her hyperaware.

He had to realize that people who liked liked each other did stuff like this, right? He had to realize that he was messing with her mind! Then again, he'd already said he didn't like her so maybe he figured she wouldn't think that this was odd. Maybe he was one of the few guys who could have friends of the opposite sex without being attracted to them.

Damn it.

But Murphy and Miller both insinuated...

"What are you thinking?" Bellamy's voice caught her off-guard and she realized he was watching her instead of the movie.

"Uh, um..." She tried to think of something other than the truth. "How long have you known Miller?"

Bellamy's face closed down. "Since we were teenagers."

"Oh." She nodded and turned her gaze to the screen.

"I wouldn't go there if I were you." Bellamy's gaze returned to the screen as well. "He's gay."

Clarke's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

An evil-looking smile touched Bellamy's lips. "Oh, yeah, he doesn't like girls at all. Just guys."

"Oh." She hadn't gotten that vibe from Miller and her gaydar was usually good. Maybe she should introduce him to Dax.

"You sound disappointed."

"No. Not at all." Clarke kept her gaze on the screen.

"You didn't really like him, did you?"

"No." She sent him a look only to find his eyes glued on the screen, his expression grim. "I don't. Not like that at least."

"Good." Bellamy cleared his throat. "Watch this part, it's good."

Licking her lips, Clarke did as told, but couldn't help but wonder if it had been just her, or if Bellamy had sounded relieved.

"Are you waiting for my blessing or something?" Octavia wanted to know as they lay on their beds.

Clarke blinked and turned to look at her friend over her computer screen, where she'd been messaging Bellamy. "Huh?"

"You're obviously talking to him right now, and you guys are always together..." Octavia raised an eyebrow. "So why aran't you admitting that you're together? Do you think I'll mind or something?" She snorted. "Because if that's why you two are keeping it unofficial I'll punch the both of you. I'm not that much of a brat."

Clarke could deny her attraction, but that wasn't her style. "He isn't attracted to me like that."

Octavia snorted and then blinked. "Wait, that's your serious face." She sat up on her knees. "Why would you think he isn't attracted to you?"

"Because he straight up told me he wasn't." Clarke pouted at the memory. "I like him, but because of that I don't want to-."

"He said what?" Octavia stood. "Excuse me, I have something to do." With that she stormed out of the room.

A couple of minutes later Bellamy said he had to go and signed out of facebook.

When Clarke saw Bellamy later that night he had a black eye.

Her blues widened as she stared up at the guy standing in her doorway. "What happened to you?"

"My sister visited my dorm room for the first time since she started school here, and she did so only to punch me." A wry smile was on Bellamy's face as he rubbed the back on his head. "And while I was on the floor reeling in shock and confusion, she threatened to kick me if I played with her roommate's heart anymore."

Clarke's face blanched as she realized why this had happened, and what Octavia had just slipped to Bellamy. "I, uh..."

Despite his darkning bruise, Bellamy grinned as he leaned in the doorway. "You like me."

She wanted to deny it just on principle, but decided to do the adult thing and face this issue head-on. "I do."

Bellamy looked shocked for a second that she'd just admit it like that, before he grinned brightly, the corner of his eyes crinkling.

Clearing her throat, Clarke crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't expect you to like me back and I'm okay with that." She made a face and stared up at him defiantly.

Bellamy's smile shifted into a frown as he stared at her. "That's what I'm not getting. Why do you think I don't like you?"

Her mouth fell open. "Because you told me so!"

"No I haven't!"

"Yes! You have!"

"When did I supposedly tell you that?" Bellamy sounded exasperated.

"The night I met Murphy." She glared at him.

Bellamy's mouth opened and closed before his eyes lit up in remembrance and then narrowed. "The only reason I said that was because you made it sound like it was stupid to think that we'd ever like each other."

"I said no such thing!" Clarke cried out.

"You said it was 'ridiculous' that Murphy thought I liked you. By that you implied that you thought of us being together as ridiculous." Bellamy glared at her. "Of course I was going to save face and agree with you!"

"I never implied that we would be ridiculous together! You merely took it that way!"

"Because that's the way you said it!"

"I didn't mean it that way!"

"And I didn't mean what I said either!"

They glared at each other, close to throttling each other.

Clarke suddenly realized something and shook her head as she stared up at him. "Wait. You're saying you've actually liked me all this time and the only reason I'm finding this out now is because you thought I didn't like you?"

"Why do you think I kept coming to this dorm room, Princess?" His eyes remained narrowed. "It definitely wasn't to see my sister."

Her lips slowly began to curl. "Have you been dating me on the sly this whole time?"

His own lips curled as well. "Maybe."

Clarke laughed and shook her head. "Unbelievable."

"I know. You're near impossible to trick into a relationship."

She snorted and punched his shoulder playfully. "Shut up."

He grinned brighter. "So. Is this the part where we kiss?"

Laughing again, Clarke reached for the front of his shirt and pulled him towards her as she pressed up on her tiptoes. As their lips met pleasure raced down her spine and she whimpered into his mouth as he pressed her against the doorway, his hands on her hips, his mouth slanting to claim deeper.

"GET A ROOM!" Someone yelled laughingly from down the hall.

Bellamy pulled away and sent a grin over his shoulder. "That's not a bad idea."

And with that he grabbed Clarke's hand and yanked her back into her dorm room, slamming the door shut behind them.

The Next Chapter Is The Last! Epilogue time!