As Bellamy rose to consciousness the next morning, he became aware of the sleeping body still wrapped in his arms. Clarke was still sound asleep and made no sign of waking as he shifted to get out of bed. As comfortable and tempting as it was to stay in bed, he had morning chores in the camp to get done. As he pulled on his shirt he watched her stretch out and her chest continue to steadily rise and fall. The tense look he'd seen her wearing yesterday had dissipated and she looked so peaceful. He stepped over and ran his fingers through her tangled blonde hair and took a beat to think.

He had always acknowledged his attraction to the feisty blonde. Who wasn't after all? But their relationship had been almost exclusively as co-leaders minus the few moments they shared alone as friends. Their day trip for example, when he taught her to shoot a gun. When he'd touched her shoulders to adjust her posture, theyd both flinched a little at the spark there was at that contact. He didn't think either of them had really ever considered it again though. There were far more important things to be focused on than minor crushes, and while he had his fair share of women, he'd never jeapordized their safety with a relationship. He and Clarke were in charge and their first priority was their people.

But, he did know he needed her in his life. They both did, and when she crashed into him, hugging him so tight after returning from the mountain, he'd realized just how much. The war with Mount Weather had changed her so much. Lexa had changed her so much. He didn't know what their relationship was but the grounder Commander changed Clarke, and in his opinion, not for the better. That had become apparent when she abruptly changed her mind and said his life was worth risking to infiltrate Mount Weather after previously denying him claiming she needed him. It had stung a little he had to admit.

They were still partners though, nothing that had happened changed that fact. Bellamy tried quietly leaving the room but Clarke woke before he could and stood up.

"Clarke you don't need to do this yet."

"We can't wait on me any longer. I got us into this mess, I have to fix it. They need to know what happened with Lexa while I was in Polis."

Bellamy raised an eyebrow and turned around to head to the command center, giving Clarke some privacy. She arrived minutes after him.

She had to face her people now. She walked to her mother and hugged her.

"I'm so sorry mom you have to understand… I had to…"

"I know Clarke. I know. I'm just so happy to have you back right now," Abbey stroked her daughter's hair, relief apparent in her face and voice.

Kane nodded at Clarke, "Clarke, you are the only one here who knows what is going on. Our meeting with Lexa yesterday was unexpected, and very strange. She is never that short and willing to let things out of her control, what happened?"

Clarke recounted her capture by the Prince Roan of the Ice Nation and how he had brought her to Lexa instead of his queen. As soon as Lexa's name left her mouth, her eyes and face reflected the dripping hatred she felt towards the Commander.

"Lexa thought I would understand what she did to us. That i would let it go. She isn't capable of understanding my remorse for the massacre at Mount Weather. When she came to meet with me, I attacked her, giving her my terms of release. No politics, no discussion with you. That was the only way I would consider what she requested."

Bellamy looked at Clarke. There was more to her story and he knew it. Lexa would never give in, at least not so quickly like that. It was obvious Clarke wasn't sharing the whole story.

"Clarke, what does Lexa want from us?" Kane asked.

Clarke took a deep breath, "She wants to become our leader."