A/N: HEY GUYS! Here I'm again with another chapter! Thank you for all your feedback! You don'y know how happy you make me! I think you will love this chapter! See you at the end. Warning: it's a long chapter...!

He is back in Mt. Weather. And he is standing in the middle of the control room. But something is different. He looks around him. He is alone. Wells is not there with him. Neither is Monty. He is alone.

Then a scream fills the air around him and his heart stop. He turns around and finds a radio standing on the desk next to the lever. Someone screams again and his head snap up to the screens.

She is there and is tied up on the torturing table. The evil doctor with the drill isin his hand, making holes in Clarke's leg. She screams again and his heart just stops beating.

He can't breathe. He can't move. He can't take him eyes from the screen. He only hears. He hears Clarke's screams and he hears the drill and the monster that call himself doctor tell the other to shut Clarke's mouth because he can't stand hearing her.

And then everything stops. He can't hear anything but someone breathing on the other side of the radio.

"This is your fault." the voice says and Bellamy snaps his eyes open, thrusting up and taking in the room around him. He is breathing heavily, his heart races with his mind and some moments later he realizes he is not in his room and as he comes to his sense, he feels someone hugging him. Clarke.

His eyes slowly fall down on her, her blonde hair being the first thing he sees and then she turns her face up to meet his eyes.

He can read her eyes. You're okay. I'm here. And he wants to believe her. He wants to believe that he will be okay and everything will be okay but he can't. The image of Clarke on Cage's table is still fresh and that dream was his worst nightmare since Mt. Weather.

Clarke was being hurt because of him and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

He knew he has feelings for her almost since he first saw her but he never had a nightmare about her ever. Maybe what happened earlier in the bar woke up the fear of hurting someone you love he always was inside him. Because that's who he is. He always hurt people.

Clarke brings him back from his thoughts when one of her hands slowly reaches up and wipes the tears from his face. Tears he didn't know they were there. He leans to her touch.

"I'm sorry for waking you up. I should go." Bellamy says clearly and untangles himself from Clarke's hands. He turns his back on her and searches for his boots when he feels the bed shift behind him and Clarke's hand to come and rest around his chest.

He looks over his shoulder, meeting once again Clarke pleading eyes. Please, don't go. And god, he can't deny her anything. With a nod, he lays back on the bed with Clarke laying half on him.

He doesn't believe he will go to sleep again but he does. His grip around Clarke is tight even in his sleep.

When Bellamy opens his eyes again, he comes face to face with blonde curls. He looks farther down and sees Clarke nose sticking out from her hair line, her head still laying on him and her hand hugging him.

He can't fight the need to kiss her hair and when he does, Clarke stirs in his arms. He feels her taking a deep breath against him as she slowly wake up and her grip tightens around him just for a moment before opening her eyes and turning up to him.

She kisses his chin for good morning and his heart races from happiness. He kisses her forehead in respond and Clarke closes her eyes to his touch.

For the next five or so minutes, Clarke and Bellamy stayed like that, just feeling each other in their arms without a care in the world. And then suddenly Clarke pushes herself up with a hand on Bellamy's chest, planting a quick kiss on his lips before sitting on the bed and lean down to grab her notebook and pencil from their feet where Bellamy left them last night.

Coming back to Bellamy, he pushed himself up to lean against the bed head and Clarke sits next to him, leaning slightly to his side as he brings her knees to her chest and place her notebook in front of her.

Bellamy places a hand over her shoulder, pulling her to his side a little bit more as she writes something down.

'Where did you learn s-'

He doesn't let her finish her sentence. Because from the way they are sitting, she can't see his lips, he takes the pencil from her hand and writes on the notebook too.

'Secret lessons with Wells.'

Clarke smiles down to the notebook and takes the pencil from his fingers again.

'You're silly. And I thought you only wanted to be friends because you didn't ask me to teach you sign language since that first night!'

Bellamy laughs and he knows Clarke knows it even though she can't hear it because she glances up to him, a bright smile on her lips. She gives him the pencil.

'Sorry for making you doubt about my feelings. I just wanted to… surprise you?'

His eyes move from the notebook down to the girl in his arms and smiles, happiness written all over on both their faces. Clarke takes the pencil.

'If you wanted to surprise me… then you're forgiven.'

Bellamy smiles at her, thinking of how much that must have meant for Clarke… to talk with her in sign language. He kisses the side of her head and holds it a little bit longer than usually.

Before they can do anything else the door flies open and worried Abby runs inside. Both Bellamy and Clarke tense at the sight of Clarke's mother and Bellamy might as well think he is already dead by the look Abby throws him.

Abby sits next to Clarke's thigh and place her palm on her knees. "Gina told me what happened last night." she tells them, "Are you okay?"

Clarke nods her answer and then tells Abby in sign language that Bellamy can't make out. Clarke answers in sign language too.

"It's good you don't have a headache…" her words drift and them she turns to Bellamy, "You should have brought her to medical as soon as she hit her head, Bellamy!" she tells him, her voice raised a little bit more.

Then Clarke places the notebook and pencil down on the floor and tells her mother something in sign language. Bellamy is surprised that he actually understood what she said.

"I asked him not to, mom. I wanted to just sleep."

Abby sighs and look down at her hand on Clarke's knee. With a nod, the older Griffin stands up and turn her back to them to leave the room. But before she closes the door, she turns to Clarke and say, "Come and find me later?"

Clarke nods and gives her mother a smile before they are left alone again. They never talk about his nightmare.

It was the same nightmare. Clarke on Mt. Weather's operation table, the drill making holes in her and her screams filling the control room where Bellamy was standing alone. The only difference was that this time, the ground started shaking and he opened his eyes, Clarke was above him, shaking his shoulder.

Since that night with the fight in the bar, Bellamy has spent some nights in Clarke's room. They haven't done anything more than sleep and it's all Bellamy wants and needs.

When his eyes meet hers, he can read the worry all over her face. The way she leans above him, a hand on each of his shoulder as they lay on her bed, makes some of her hair fall in front of her face and it makes her so beautiful.

Bellamy rubs his eyes with two fingers before his arms pulls Clarke down, onto his chest. It is his way to say I'm sorry. Clarke hands move from his shoulder to hug him the best she can and then she strokes her cheek against his chest.

Bellamy kisses the top of her hair before she turns up to him; do you want to talk about it?

Clarke asked Octavia and Raven long time ago about what Bellamy and Wells had to do to survive the ground with the grounders attacking them all the time. And she knows about Mt. Weather a lot since she was on the ground too but she doesn't know any details and she really believes she has to know so she can help Bellamy get through it.

She is stilling looking at him, "Go to sleep." he tells her. He doesn't want to keep her up at night because of his nightmares. He already feel really bad for waking her like this a second time, especially when she can't hear anything. Having someone thrusting next to you in the middle of the night must be very terrifying.

Clarke shook her head, her palm comes and rests flat above where his heart it. You need to talk about it.

The truth is that except the writing and the sign language, they communicate with only their eyes or touches too. Like they can read the others mind. It's a connection he only had with Octavia before Earth and he really can't explain how Clarke knows him so well when she maybe doesn't know him at all. That's what makes her so special to him.

"I'm okay, Clarke. It was just another nightmare." he didn't say it was another nightmare about you.

Then Clarke kisses the nearest part on his face, his chin, and rests her head again on his chest. She doesn't push him to talk again that night. She never does push him to talk. And Bellamy knows it's not because she doesn't care about him, but because she respects his wishes and needs.

They fall asleep listening to the other steady breath.

Bellamy wakes up first again. Most of the times he wakes up first and he doesn't complain because he loves looking at Clarke while she wakes up next to him.

He can tell its morning by the light that comes from the small window above the bed and it's early because the village is still quiet. This is one of his favorite parts of the day. His favorite is whenever he is with Clarke.

When Clarke wakes up next to him, he gives her a smile as she turns to her belly and lay half on bed and half on him. She smiles back with sleepy eyes.

"Clarke, I'm sorry-"

She cuts him off by placing a finger against his lips, shielding them before she pulls herself up and replace it with her lips.

Bellamy's hands then move to her back, pulling her and pressing her to him even more. Her lips trace his skin from his lips, to his neck and slowly planting small kisses on his shoulder blade. He closes his eyes, enjoying what Clarke does to him when all he can see is her bloody face, mouth wide open and the room filled with her screams.

In horror, he pushes her away from him by her shoulders, meeting her confused eyes. He blinks several times, coming to his sense. But before he can do or say anything, Clarke sits on the bed.

"Clarke, I'm sorry." he whispers but that doesn't take the hurt in her eyes, "It's not you-"

She cuts him off by turning her back on him, stopping him because he knows she can't read his lips. His heart clinch at the thought, I screwed it up.

But then, Clarke stands up and takes a notebook from her desk, flipping though pages to find an empty page and write something down. When she turns back to look at him, he look her in her eyes and ignore the notebook in front of her chest. The hurt is still there.

She stares back at him and for some reason that makes Bellamy look down at the notebook, scared of what he might read.

'I understand that I'm not the problem Bellamy, but I am. I don't know how to help you. And I can't help you if you don't talk to me.'

He turns his gaze up to her again, letting her knows he read it but before he could say what he wanted, Clarke turns her back to him again, writing something else down. She turns some moments later.

'I want to help you, Bellamy. I don't want to watch you go through all this alone. Please, let me help you.'

She doesn't give him time to respond as she walks back to bed and sit on the edge of it, right next to his thigh. She places the notebook in front of her and takes Bellamy's hand in hers, giving it a squeeze.

Bellamy doesn't want this. He doesn't want to tangle her in the bad part of his life. That part it's his and no one else's. As much as it hurts, he takes his hand back and pushes himself in sitting position, leaning against the wall behind him.

"They are my problems. Not your." he tells her and the hurt in her eyes becomes more visible. She turns to write her answer down.

'But I want your problems to be mine too.'

Bellamy read the note but doesn't take his eyes from it when he finishes. "No you don't." he says, "Clarke, I've done horrible things before even I got to the ground. You won't look at me the same way ever again if I tell you about them." he continues, "And it might be selfish- to hide things from you just to keep you by my side but-" he licks his lips, finally turning to look at her, "But I don't want to lose you too."

Clarke shifts closer to him, taking the notebook on her lap and starts writing again. He doesn't look down at it, Bellamy studies Clarke eyes as she focuses on writing, following her eyes as they move from one side to the other.

Once she is finished, she slowly glances at him and her eyes fall down on the notebook. She gives it to Bellamy and it's a long note.

'Nothing can make me change the way I look at you, Bellamy. Ever. Your demons, what you did before we even got here, you did it to survive. And if the bad things you did is what kept you and the other kids alive, then I'm glad you took those choices and you're here with me now. "No one would have survived this place if it wasn't for you." This is what Wells told me when we got on the ground and now I can see why. You sacrificed yourself mentally and physically for the good of your friends. And now I want to 'sacrifice' my simple life to make sure you stay the man you really are. You are a good man, Bellamy. Even if I'm not by your side to reminds you that, I want you to remember this. You are a good man.'

The tears from Bellamy's eyes fell on the notebook, wetting more than one page. He doesn't make a move to wipe them though, or hide the affection her words have on him. In his mind, her last words plays in repeat, you are a good man you are a good man you are a good man you are good...

Clarke's soft skin against the hard skin of his cheek is what brings him back from his thoughts. Clarke shifted even closer to him while he was lost, now her own tears rolling down her cheek. He feels her fingers wipe the tears away and softly stroke his skin. He closes his eyes and leans to her touch.

He knows Clarke won't stop caressing his face unless he opens his eyes and stops her so he let her help him. He knows she understands that he really let her in now by doing this.

Once he collected himself, his thoughts and mind, he opens his eyes and meets Clarke's. She is still there, waiting for him.

He doesn't break the eyes contacts as he places his hands on each of her sides and helps her come up the bed, actually sitting on his legs. Then he starts talking.

He speaks slowly, giving Clarke time to read every world that escapes his lips. He started from the Ark and from the day Octavia was born. He told her about watching his mother coming home late at nights a mess and he told her about the first time the Ark almost found out about his sister and he almost died from fear. He went through each time that fear built inside him for the last 16 years. Then he told her about the day they found out about her, and the day after when he saw his mother get lost in space. And then he talked about how horrible it was to return in an empty room, the two people he ever cared about being far away from him.

She gives him time to cry, she doesn't push him to continue when he stops, letting him wash all the pain he was holding for so many years out of his heart by himself. She just sits there, wiping tear after tear, making him feel safe only by sitting by his side while he breaks apart.

When he continues with his story on Earth, she can tell it was harder for him. He tells her he killed a lot of people, good and bad; and watched friends get killed too. He calls himself a monster that only knows how to hurt people. People he cares about. That is the only moment Clarke interrupts him. She writes him that he did what he had to, that he had to change so he can survive, that one action doesn't define him as a man and Bellamy read carefully every word of hers. And he wants to believe her, he really does, but it's not as easy as he thought it would be when he let her in.

By the time Bellamy is finished, the camp outside is alive. Clarke's eyes finally unlock from his lips and look at his. She leans forward, cupping his face and capturing his lips in hers in a soft but strong kiss. Then, she breaks their kiss and step out of bed, making her way towards her day pants and jacket.

Clarke glances at him just for a moment and it's enough to keep her gaze. She stares at him confused.

"Where are you going?" he asks confused too.

Clarke holds an open palm above her stomach and looks outside, and then continues getting dressed while looking at him.

"You're hungry?" he asks, maybe a little bit surprised. Clarke nods.

Shaking his head, Bellamy quickly pushes himself up, making his way towards Clarke and stopped just in front of her.

"After everything I told you…" his words drift for a moment, "you still want to do this?" he asks, his eyes studying hers.

Clarke shakes her head, "Clarke-" she cuts him off by leaning behind him and grabbing the notebook and her pencil. She search through some pages before she stops on one and does a quick move with the pencil. When she turns it to Bellamy, he sees the sentence 'Nothing can make me change the way I look at you, Bellamy.' underlined and next to it the word 'Ever.' in a circle.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out in relief, he pushes the notebook in the side from where it was between them and leans down, capturing Clarke's lips in a long kiss. When they break away for air, he leans his forehead to hers and closes his eyes.

He wants to say 'I love you.' but he has a better idea.

A/N: So? What do you think? Did you like it? What you didn't like? Leave a review and let me know all this kind of stuff! I really love hearing from you! The next chapter will be the last so... Anyway. See you soon guys! Thank you again!