A/N: So here's Chapter 4. I know I must sound like a broken record but I am so thankful for all the feedback you wonderful people throw my way. I cannot put into words how much your reviews make me smile! Please enjoy xxx oh and ps. How cut is the idea of Bell in a hoodie?!

"How much longer are we gonna be out here?" It was a cold afternoon and even though Bellamy complained, he knew things could get a lot worse than a bit of wind and rain. Luckily, it was just the beginning of winter so the snow hadn't began to fall yet.

The blonde ahead of him continued walking, deeper into the fern infested gully. "As long as we can spare. There's still an hour or so before the sun starts to set."

He jogged to catch up to her, his bag weighing him down. It was full of weird looking rocks he'd been finding. He hoped he could give them to Monty when he woke up. The teen loved everything to do with stones and to Bellamy, holding onto them for him was his way of reassuring himself that his friend would be okay.

He groaned. "That's not even enough time to get back to camp, let alone forage for berries."

The whole day Clarke had muttered things to herself about which plants could help Monty and what they did and how they were used. It was like he was sitting in on a twenty four hour long lecture but he didn't mind all that much. Bellamy figured that keeping her talking was a good way to pass the time and to keep himself distracted from the cold chill that bit down on his toes.

"I'm pretty sure we're going to have to stay out here tonight."

Bellamy scoffed. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not kidding." Clarke bent down to the soft ground and squinted her eyes intensely. "Chuck me that dagger." She held out her hand to him but didn't look away from the small plant that grew between two rocks.

"I think I'll just pass it to you." He slid it into her hand and a jolt of lightning surged through him as their fingers grazed. If Clarke felt the same electricity, she didn't show it. Instead, she hacked at the root of her shrubby plant thing and yanked it from its crevice.

"Anyway, camping in the cold equal's bad idea. Why don't we just go back now? We've already got a lot."

Clarke put the plant away. "I've got a lot that I want but not all that I need." She barked and started to walk off. Bellamy matched her stride immediately.

"Clam down. Tell me what you need and I can help look for it."

The gully was covered in a deathly shade and the rain pelted down harder. "It's bright orange. Sometimes it can have tiny, white bumps on it. It's around the size of my head but it's as light as a single piece of hair." She exaggerated slightly.

"Why do you need it so desperately?"

Clarke's face saddened and she stopped. "It's for Monty." She cleared her throat but it didn't do any good; the tears had already welled. "He's losing so much blood. I can't stop it. Even with the stitches, it's seeping through. And not just from his injury; from his ears, his nose, and his eyes. Even his freaking belly buttons bleeding." Her lips turned up slightly at that, more at the joke Jasper had made about not getting it pierced any time soon.

"It's uh," She stuttered, "I can use it to thicken his blood. Not enough to be harmful but the only way the wound will ever scab over is if his blood is thicker. And if I can get the plant I might be able to-"

Bellamy cut her off. "To save him."

She nodded hopelessly. "Yeah."

"Then we're staying out here until we find it." He hated the idea of being exposed, of being cold but he hated the idea of Monty dying far, far more.

She pushed herself up. "We should look for some shelter. I don't think this rain's going to let up any time soon."

"Good idea. But were in a gully. If the rain continues to get heavier all the water's going to run into here and the whole thing will be flooded."

"Don't be so dramatic. The ground might get a little muddy but I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Well, don't come complaining to me if your feet get wet, Princess."

After an hour of searching they were beginning to get anxious. The sky was covered in clouds so dark they could probably be called black. It was getting extremely hard to see and Bellamy nearly face planted into a puddle when he tripped over a log.

That little incident had pushed Clarke into a fit of laughter. She almost slipped and fell herself which made Bellamy chuckle too. It took them ten long minutes before they finally calmed down enough to talk, both of them still grinning like Cheshire cats.

"Careful clumsy."

"I could say the same to you." He retaliated.

"Touché."

A few more minutes passed and Clarke found a small hole dug out of the side of a hill, raised slightly off the ground. It was half the height of her and about the same in depth. It could probably just fit both of them. "I think this is as good as it's going to get." She called to Bellamy.

"Better than staying out here all night."

He tied a small piece of tarpaulin around the opening in an attempt to block off as much of the outside weather as possible. It was pitch black inside and all he could hear was Clarke's teeth chattering lightly against each other, her breath a series of raspy puffs. She was chilled to the bone and it was obvious. Bellamy felt the exact same way. His feet were still ice cubes and his hands had become completely numb. He rubbed them together, hoping like hell he'd start to feel something.

Clarke couldn't see a thing but she somehow managed to pinpoint where Bellamy's hands were and she took them in her smaller ones. Quickly, she brought them to her face and blew. Straight away he had the sensation of hot air on his palms and wriggled his fingers, turning his hands and grasping at hers.

"I'm cold."

He shivered on cue and she did the same. "Me too."

"Did you bring blankets?" She shook her head. "Then there's only one thing for it. Strip."

"Excuse me?"

"Come on, Griffin. Its survival rule number one, well it's probably actually like rule seventeen but that's not the point, point is it's a survival rule. If you stay in wet clothes you're just going to get colder and the risk of getting hypothermia is a lot higher."

Clarke pressed hard into his hands and then let go. "Look who payed attention in school."

"Make fun of me all you want once you're warm." She felt his hoodie brush her arm. A lightning strike lit up their small shelter and for a moment, their eyes met before Bellamy turned away, giving her privacy to get undressed.

Clarke blushed. "Careful, your sweet side is showing."

He scoffed and continued to take off his clothes, ignoring her comment. She didn't have time to bother with his weird mood swings so she followed suit and soon they were both in just underwear.

The lightning outside was constant and with every thunder clap it seemed to drop a few degrees. Bellamy slid his arm around Clarke's shoulder and she turned into him. They were both freezing and she absent-mindedly rubbed her hands along his strong arms while he ran his fingers through her hair.

Clarke closed her eyes in content as she listened to the slow beat from bellow his chest. No more than a second later she was completely silent and Bellamy knew she was asleep.

While he played with her locks he strung his forearm around her hips and moved closer towards her. If someone had said to him only a month or so ago that he would practically be snuggling with the doctor girl he would have laughed in their face and called them crazy.

But she'd woven her way through his walls and even though he hated himself for it, Bellamy cared about her. He cared about her so strongly he went out of his mind when she put her life in danger.

She was beautiful and smart, kind and honest. She was everything good in the world, everything he wasn't and he made a rule right then and there, that he would never corrupt her, never try to be with her. He made himself swear that he would fight his feelings, no matter how difficult that would be.

But when he stared down at her, sleeping softly, a small smile on her face, every bone in his body wanted to defy it all and kiss her.