A/N: Just a quick note, Chapters will be taking place Post or during S2Ep5, Human trials. So Everyone has been reunited at Camp Jaha. I will make a note at the start of each chapter, regarding timeline so you all will always know exactly where we're at.

Clarke's POV

"Murphy! Give it back!"

Clarke stormed after Murphy in a rage. She had been seated in a quiet spot on the edge of camp Jaha, sketching in her book; it had been so long since she'd had a chance, with everything that had happened. She was a little over halfway through her drawing when Murphy had appeared out of nowhere and snatched up her book and took off with it.

"Well well, Princess what have we here." He sneered, flipping through the pages of sketches and stopping to gaze longer at a few. His lips curled into a devious smirk and he looked up at Clarke. "I think there's a certain "rebel leader" who would be very intrested in seeing some of these." He waved the book tauntingly at her.

Clarke glared at him. "Murphy, I swear to God, if you don't-!"

"Murphy!"

They froze when they heard the stern, clipped voice of Bellamy.

Murphy turned around to see the taller man standing proud and erect, strong arms crossed over his broad chest and an his mouth cemented into a stern frown.

"What are you doing?"

"I just thought I'd do my duty and-bring this to you." smirked snidely at Clarke as he tossed her sketch book to Bellamy.

Bellamy caught it mid-air in one hand, never taking his eyes off Murphy. He chanced a look at Clarke and her eyes were wider and more terrified than he'd ever seen them as they darted nervously from his to the book in his hand.

He turned it over, examining the worn cover but he didn't open it.

He looked again at Murphy and then at Clarke.

"Come on, Princess." With the hand that held the book, he motioned for her to follow him.

They made the trek back to the center of Camp and then Bellamy made a left turn and headed towards his tent. He stopped just at the entrance, holding back the flap for Clarke to step in.

She eyed him uncertainly but he only nodded his head inside.

He followed her in, letting the flap close behind them and then turning to her, he held out the book. "If I were you, I'd keep my personal belongings away from prying eyes, Princess-especially Murphy's."

She reached out trembling fingers, eager to have her precious drawings back in her possession and she wrapped her hands around the book protectively, clutching it to her chest.

"Thanks." She murmured. She knew Bellamy could have looked inside the book if he'd wanted. Afterall, he'd had it right there in his hands.

She appreciated that he hadn't; he was clearly respecting her and their friendship, even though they didn't always agree.

Yet she still wondered why he hadn't?

"You could have looked, Bellamy."

He looked down into her eyes pensively. "Yeah. I could have."

She stared back at him for a long moment. Then she slowly shook her head and asked, "So...why didn't you?"

Bellamy looked away from her, his eyes shifting nervously as he pressed his lips into a hard line and stared at the ground.

"Because I'm loyal to you, Clarke." He said softly.

Clarke gasped softly and she thought she saw a hint of red dusting across his cheek bones when he finally raised his face up again to meet her eyes.

"I respect your privacy because you're my partner-and my friend. And because I know you'd do the same for me." He ended his little speech with the hint of a smile that sent Clarke's heart skipping and she was pretty sure her belly did a couple of flips too.

"Oh..." She felt her own cheeks heat up and she tried to supress the idiotic smile that wanted desperately to appear.

She shouldn't be acting like this, in front of Bellamy of all people?! God, if he saw her smiling like an idiot, he'd never let her live it down!

"What's that smile for, Princess?"

Damn it, too late. Clarke cringed inwardly but she gathered her scattered feelings as best she could and leveled him with a look that she hoped was completely calm and neutral. "Nothing Just-thank you, Bell."

But Bellamy knew she'd been thinking more than she was letting on. Still, he decided to let it go and maybe someday, he'd find a way to tease her about it. "Just lookin' out for you, Princess-someone has to." He was smirking now, his brown eyes alight with mirth and Clarke couldn't hold back a smile and a soft laugh.

"So what, you just volunteered yourself?" She looked right at him, her gaze direct and slightly challenging.

Bellamy cocked his brow at her in surprise. "Whoa Clarke, if I didn't know any better-I'd say you were flirting with me." He challenged back, giving her his most dazzling smile and even letting a little heat seep into his dark eyes.

Clarke pursed her lips together but her eyes were dancing with a smile. "Ha-in your dreams, Blake." With that, she whipped around and sashayed out of his tent, her hips swaying and tossing a sassy smirk over her shoulder at him.

Bellamy went breathless and his throat tightened. He'd never seen Clarke so...sassy, he'd never even dreamed she had it in her!

Bellamy smirked devilishly as he watched her go.

Oh he definitely liked this Clarke very much.