Clarke stood by the gate watching as the boys trudged back from their hunt. Bellamy and miller had seen a few deer out and wanted to try and get one for dinner with some of the other boys and Finn had taken Monty out to get some herbs and other plants.

There were often injuries after hunts and Clarke would wait at the gate each time wondering who she would have to patch up this time.

As she counted off each of the boys (and two girls) as they came in she was pleased that they all seemed to be alive and no one looked to be injured. But as Finn and Monty walked in she noticed the younger boy ducking his head and trying hard to cover his face.

She was just about to say something when Finn moved in front of Monty to block her sight of him and ushered the boy away faster.

Bellamy stepped in front of her then taking her shoulders and trying to angle her away from the two retreating boys. How very subtle of them.

"Hey Clarke! How was everything at camp when we were gone? You get the kids sorted out on the wall? Any injuries today?"

She looked at him and tried to concentrate with his warm hands wrapped around her arms.

"It was fine there were only a few minor cuts today. How did the hunt go?"

Bellamy relaxed a bit and let his hands slip from her arms, gesturing to the deer being dragged in instead.

"Yeah everything went according to plan. We got the deer, Finn got those plants and stuff for you and we even found some berries on the way back."

She nodded but crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"How did Monty go?"

'Oh Crap' Bellamy thought he might have been able to avoid this conversation.

"He was fine. He was pretty happy when he found that plant you two were talking about using as a painkiller. I think he's pretty tired from the walk though you should just let him rest for a bit. I think he said something about having a nap."

Clarke wasn't convinced. He hadn't even called her princess. Something, must have happened she just didn't know what.

Bellamy seemed to realize she wasn't falling for it and decided to distract her in a way that worked with every other girl in the camp. He said something about it being too hot and stripped off his shirt stretching out in a way that he knew she would appreciate. But when he looked at her she was moving forward to press her fingers against his almost healed ribs and he deflated instantly. Of course she would focus on his injuries instead of the abs he worked so hard on.

"Your ribs are almost all healed. Did they hurt at all today? I hope you've been taking deep breaths like I told you."

She was still prodding his ribs and smoothing her fingers over the last of the bruises there.

Bellamy sighed. "You just can't help yourself can you princess?"

She looked confused and instead asked her own question.

"Are you going to tell me what happened with Monty or am I going to have to ask him myself and yell at you later?" Bellamy groaned and tried pleading with her.

"Clarke he's fine seriously it was nothing. I even checked him over before we started walking back."

"Bellamy-"

"You can't baby him Clarke."

"I do not baby him Bellamy! Now tell me what happened." People were starting to look their way and Bellamy groaned again but gave in when her death glare didn't let up.

"We ran into a grounder." Clarke looked horrified and Bellamy quickly added. "A small one! He wasn't very old but he got a few hits in on Monty. But Clarke, seriously Monty was fine we got the grounder off him before any damage was done."

Clarke stormed past him to the drop-ship were Monty had gone with Finn. Bellamy tried to stop her but she shrugged off his hands when he grabbed at her arms.

"Clarke come on, I get roughed up all the time and hell, you've had your face busted up a few times you never go this crazy!"

She spun around surprising him. "But it's Monty! He's- Your thick head can take a beating but Monty is different."

"Clarke you baby him too much." And that set her off again.

"I do not! I am allowed to be worried Bellamy Blake. Just go help with dinner I'll deal with you later. And you too Finn, don't think I forgot about you hiding this too!" Space-walker had tried slipping out of the back of the drop-ship but cursed when she yelled at him.

Clarke marched into the drop-ship and tried not to panic as she searched for Monty. Bellamy said it was only a few punches but she wouldn't trust it until she saw him for herself.

She could hear voices from the second level and she stood still, listening.

"Clarke's going to be mad. But they look pretty cool maybe Harper will want you to tell her about it huh? Maybe in the tent? Late at night?"

It was jasper and Clarke raced up the ladder and threw open the hatch.

The two boys were sitting on a bench sorting some herbs when they turned to look at her seeming nervous.

"You aren't going to yell at me are you?" Clarke moved over to Monty and took his face gently in her hands. There were sore looking bruises blooming across his jaw and his cheek and lip were swollen. He had a black eye too, making only one eye usable.

"Oh Monty why did you let those idiots hide this? It's already swelling."

Okay so maybe Bellamy was right about her babying him but Monty was different. He was sweet and innocent, well apart from the alcohol and drugs but Monty didn't like violence. He didn't break things, he made them, he did amazing things with that head of his and the thought of anyone hurting him was upsetting.

"It's okay Clarke it's not as bad as it looks."

Clarke raised an eyebrow and he rolled his good eye.

"Okay it feels like someone stomped on my face but I'm okay. And I got those herbs we were talking about."

Clarke sighed. He was smiling and he did seem to be okay. A hand landed on her shoulder and she turned to see Bellamy holding a wet wash cloth.

"Sorry Clarke I should have told you. He is okay though, we just didn't want you to worry."

She took the cloth gratefully and started pressing it gently to Monty's face to try to help the swelling to go down.

"Okay, just tell me next time. I thought you would have learnt from when you hurt your ribs. You. Do. Not. Hide. Injuries. Is that clear?"

The three boys nodded and Clarke pressed a quick kiss to Monty's forehead.

"I'm glad you're okay."

Monty smiled and Jasper started whining.

"Hey why does Monty get a mum kiss? I want a mum kiss."