A/N: Italics will be used in this chapter to mark both memory fragments from Bellamy as well as the usual trigedasleng speech.

Clarke sighed in frustration as she kept an eye on Jasper. She had no idea how to help him; his pulse was thready, he was running a fever, and she was pretty sure that the wound from the spear was infected. She tried her best to concentrate as she dabbed at his forehead with a wet rag, but Jasper's painful moans which had been leaving his mouth since they had found him tied to the tree, were beginning to drive her mad. She knew he couldn't help it though and felt guilty for being mad at him; he had been speared through the chest and tied to a tree as bait, he had every right to wail loudly after the trauma he had suffered. Looking him over again she sighed, he had been slipping in and out of consciousness since they got back, either groaning in agony or muttering incoherently. His eyes fluttered and his head rolled to the side, as Jasper tried to move himself. Immediately switching into doctor mode Clarke put her hands on either side of his head to still him.

"Jasper, I need you to stay still you've been through a lot okay, right now you need to focus all your strength on healing."

Jasper let out a mumble that sounded like an agreement, and he stopped from struggling. Clarke let out a sigh of relief, noticing that his painful moans had quietened down too. She hoped that maybe this would mean she could be allowed a small fraction of peace.

"There you go."

Clarke pressed a cup of water to Jaspers lips, urging him gently to drink. Jasper squinted trying to open his eyes and a slur of words rolled off his tongue.

"Whereisshheee?"

"What?"

Clarke frowned and Monty, who had been sat in the corner of the drop ship, moved closer.

"Who?"

Monty asked, wondering if Jasper was talking about Octavia, his concern slightly raising as he wondered why his friend couldn't remember her name.

"The girl."

Clarke's voice was soft and urgent as she interrogated him.

"What girl Jasper, who?"

"The girl, the girl with the star and the moon on her face."

She furrowed her brows and Monty looked at his friend incredulously in response before turning to Clarke for some kind of explanation for his friends strange outburst.

"Is he hallucinating?"

She shrugged in response.

"He's lost a lot of blood, and he's in a lot of pain, plus we don't know what medicines the grounders tried to give him, so it could be a possibility."

Clarke began, explaining the logical reasoning to Monty.

"But I don't think he is,when we went to find them someone had been there before us, they'd started to cut the vines that he was tied up with, and they stopped the jaguar from killing Bellamy."

Monty paused wondrously and turned to Jasper-who was now unconscious, before turning back to Clarke.

"So there's someone out there helping us? A good grounder?"

Clarke shrugged.

"I don't know, none of us have seen whoever it is."

"Except Jasper."

Monty stated ad Clarke sighed, before remembering that Bellamy had been dead set on trying to find who had helped them for some reason.

"Watch Jasper for a sec, I need top talk to someone"

Monty nodded, making himself comfortable and Clarke left the drop ship, scanning the area for Bellamy.

"Bellamy!"

She shouted, calling for the leader who seemed nowhere to be found. She had asked several other teens where he was but they'd all unhelpfully replied saying 'in the woods'. She looked around the area she was in before moving to the next.

"Bellamy!"

After searching for about ten minutes she had gotten extremely agitated and angrily stormed through a patch of woods where she had seen a few of the guys that hung around Bellamy, wander off.

"Bell-"

She cut off, finally finding him beside Murphy, his arm raised holding an axe, in position to throw it.

Bellamy didn't so much as spare her a glance as he sent the axe into the tree not far from where Clarke was standing, making her jump slightly. He turned to Murphy with a smirk.

"That's how it's done."

"Hello Bellamy, did you not hear me?"

Clarke stated exasperatedly, glaring at him.

"Yes Princess I did hear you, and so did everyone else on the goddamn ground. Now what is it you want?"

"We need to talk."

Bellamy waved his hands.

"I'm all ears princess."

Clarke looked to Murphy before switching back to Bellamy.

"Alone."

Bellamy sighed turning to Murphy.

"Go find Atom."

Murphy didn't look too happy at being ordered away, but he complied and left the two alone. Bellamy turned to Clarke, his jaw set in annoyance.

"What is this about?"

"The grounder that killed the jaguar and saved us."

"What about her?"

Bellamy huffed, irritated because he just couldn't seem to get rid of the girl that was haunting his mind, and it was even worse that a part of him didn't want to. Clarke' eyes widened as she realised he had seen the grounder too. She hadn't told Bellamy the grounder was a she, but he already seemed to know.

"Jasper saw her, he said she has star and a moon on her face, probably some kind of scarification or tattoos."

Clarke folded her arms, at the look of recognition in Bellamy's eyes, it was definitely the same grounder the two had saw, but when had he saw her and why hadn't he told anyone?

"You saw her too didn't you?"

Clarke asked, although she could tell the answer was a yes-she just wanted him to admit to it allowed. She needed solid fact to be able to figure this thing out. Bellamy remained silent, and strode over to the tree, yanking out the axe with a harsh force, making Clarke flinch once more.

"When? Why didn't you tell us?"

Clarke hissed angrily, and Bellamy just gave her a cold stare. She opened her mouth to shout again but refrained from doing so when she remembered that Bellamy had stormed into the dropship the other day to ask Monty about some kind of memory loss plant.

"You didn't tell us because you couldn't remember"

The scowl on Bellamy's face proved her right.

"If she's a friendly why go through so much trouble to stay hidden?"

Clarke wondered, half to Bellamy and half to herself. But Bellamy wasn't listening to Clarke as she spoke, his eyes having glazed over as another memory began to crawl to the surface of his mind.

He held his knife to the grounders' throat in a threatening move, the tattoo's on her face sparking him to realise she was not from the Ark. The ark had banned tattoo's, they were pointless and unnecessary, so for this girl to have said marks delicately placed around her facial features meant only one thing.

"You're a grounder?"

He stated, more for his own confirmation than anything else. He had heard the princess and the others when they said that Jasper had been attacked by a grounder, but to see one up close was quite a shock to his system; more so that she was a female and a rather attractive one at that. The girl chuckled, her lip curling up in amusement.

"Grounders? Is that what you're calling us?"

Bellamy felt the surprise flood right through his body and his hold on the girl slipped loose. Clarke had made the grounders out to be some sort of savages, and to hear the girl speak in such a soft and honey warm voice, in his language was another shock.

"You speak English?"

"And a couple other languages yes."

She replied casually, and this time he picked up on the slight drawl of an accent. He frowned, having to keep reminding himself that one of his own had been attacked and brutally speared by a grounder. He was feeling slightly uneasy; this grounder had a knife to her throat and she was talking to him as if they were two friends engaging in conversation.

"What are you doing here?"

He growled out, determined to get answers.

"You have beautiful eyes."

She told him, baring her teeth in a dazzling white smile. The threat he was going to give her took it's time to work it's way out, as her crystalline eyes bore into his, sparkling with a playfulness. She pursed her lips, and her eyes flickered downwards to his lips before making their way back up to his eyes and fluttering. He found himself swallowing hard and shaking his head roughly to break the enchanting spell.

"Bellamy!"

Clarke's voice shattered the memory fragment and Bellamy ran his hands through his hair, as if to pull away the remainders of it.

"What Princess?"

He grumbled out, his returning memories leaving him extremely pissed off as he realised he had been played by the grounder girl.

" Did you not hear a word I was saying?"

The princess threw her hands up exasperated. Bellamy just shrugged, tossing the axe between his hands.

"I was saying what are we going to do about the grounder?"

"You go back to playing doctor, i'm going hunting."

With that, Bellamy left Clarke, calling for Atom and the hunting group he had rounded up earlier. He needed to vent out his frustration, and killing an animal for food was easy prey.

Shiloh had been alternating from pacing backwards and forwards, for god knows how long. The death cloud had passed in their village, but it was still lingering about elsewhere, which was irritating her to endless amounts as she was itching to go back to Bellamy's camp. She was currently in the greenhouse hiding from Anya, and trying to keep herself busy by tending to the plants and helping Rebekah with pruning them. It didn't last long before she started to walk backwards and forwards.

"For goodness sake Shiloh, stop pacing, you're starting to make me feel restless."

Rebekah scolded her friend, watching the irritable blonde that was unable to stay still for even a short moment. Shiloh paused for just a moment, then sat down beside Rebekah, tapping her foot against the floor. Rebekah huffed in annoyance.

"Sorry, it's just this stupid fog is driving me insane, I can't go anywhere!"

She whined, throwing her head back dramatically and groaning.

"You mean you can't go see Bellamy."

Shiloh gave Rebekah a pointed stare and she held up her hands defensively.

"What? it's true though isn't it, you want to go see him again don't you?"

Shiloh nodded.

"I don't see why you still want him, he threatened you with a knife and put a gun to your head. You should have killed him, made him an example to the skaikru."

The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Careful, you're starting to sound like Azgeda."

Rebekah clucked her tongue.

"No, i'm talking logically, if the leader of the skaikru thinks he can push you around, he'll think he can push us all around."

The look Shiloh gave her, made unease settle within the small redhead, her friend was plotting something, and she knew that never went well for anyone ever.

"Oh please, the man's playing right into the palm of my hands, i'll be plucking his strings in no time."

Rebekah eyed her friend disapprovingly due to her choice in men. Shiloh rolled her eyes. Where she was wild and insubordinate, Rebekah was much more attuned to following rules, abiding by the laws that had been set upon them. The two girls were complete opposites, but their opposing personalities acted as a counter between the two, making them both great friends.

"What is it about him anyways? I've never seen you this hung up on someone or something before, not since-"

Shiloh cut the red-head off as she purposely dropped the pruning shears on the table with a loud clatter.

"He's going to get you into trouble Shiloh, I mean, what if you're brothers find out about you and him."

She laughed at the implication from her friend.

"Let my brothers find out what i'm doing with him, i doubt they'll be so bothered when they're all too busy playing soldier for the commander. Besides, this isn't like before."

The petite woman gave Shiloh a disbelieving look as she picked up the pruning shears from the table, then returned them to their place among the other tools.

"Oh really and how is this different?"

She gritted her teeth, hating how Bekah was making her speak of a past she wanted keeping specifically in the past. Rebekah always seemed to do double the worrying about everything Shiloh did, as if she was making up for Shiloh's lack of concern for her actions, always making sure to remind her just what awful things would happen when she didn't stop to think.

"Because Rebekah, i'm not in love with Bellamy."

Shiloh shook off her negative mood and gave Rebekah a smile.

"I'm going to try sleep, get honey to wake me when Lincoln comes back to camp, I need to talk to him."

The freckled girl nodded, watching as Shiloh exited the greenhouse, before deciding to leave the greenhouse herself and head to the nursery.