A/N: Here we go again! This one was rough, but I think it turned out alright :)

A lot of you had something to say about our new brunette arriving on the scene - and I think you'll definitely like how that turns out. Only adds to the drama between our favorite OTP!

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When Bellamy heard the muffled voices coming in from the other room, he assumed that Octavia had found her way home. It wasn't until he forced himself out of bed and truly listened that he realized something was very wrong.

"…and who are you?"

This was not good. That was not a voice he wanted to hear in his apartment, especially not when Clarke was here.

Suddenly his legs and body were moving at opposite ends. He scrambled to his doorway before freezing in place – both of the women in his living room had turned and were staring in his direction, one with anger searing through him and the other with nothing but pure amusement.

"Clarke – I swear it's not what you think," Bellamy heard the pleading in his voice and flinched internally.

"Oh really, Bell? I'd love to hear you explain this situation," the laughter in her eyes leaked into her voice, and Bellamy fixed the woman with a glare as she sank into his couch. He took a step closer to Clarke, and she looked up at him with heated eyes.

"Yes, Bellamy, please explain."

The ice in her tone is what really killed him; he'd already been trying to figure out a way to apologize for his idiocy not even five minutes ago and then Roma had decided to show up. Perfect fucking timing on that one – the girl always did have shit timing.

He felt himself turn to the brunette on the couch, "What the hell are you even doing here Roma?" If he couldn't exactly explain to Clarke what was happening, he could at least get the other woman to tell him why he showed up at his apartment on his day off – for seemingly no reason.

"If you had bothered to keep your phone near you, you would see at least two missed calls from Octavia and four or five from me. She asked me to come by – told me where the two of you had moved the spare to after… well, after. It looks very much like she forgot to mention something."

To Roma's credit – she did manage to keep her laughter contained until she had finished speaking, and as soon as she saw the glint in Bellamy's eyes turn from distress to calculation, she stopped laughing entirely.

That's when he saw her eyes drift over his shoulder and lock with Clarke's, "You know what, I think… I think that I've been put into the middle of something that I really don't want to be a part of," and with that she stood and walked to the door. With her hand on the door knob, she turned over her shoulder and looked to Clarke, "For all that it matters – I'm sorry girl. This is getting messier by the second."

Messy couldn't even begin to describe it.

Clarke hadn't moved since Bellamy had come out of his room, she didn't know if it was shock or anger that had kept her still all this time – in all honesty it was probably a combination of the two. She also couldn't decide what the worst part of this was; the fact that Octavia had so obviously set her up, or that she still had no idea what the relationship between Bellamy and this Roma was.

"Clarke," Bellamy's voice was strained – his arms were at his side and his eyes were desperate.

But she couldn't look at him.

She kept her eyes trained on her hands, which were currently playing with the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing. And very quickly she realized just how close to naked she was – how bare she had been. Clarke flushed with embarrassment.

"Clarke, look at me, please," his words only made her squeeze her eyes tightly together, only made her want to lash out at him. She felt him step into her, felt his hands cradle her face, Clarke breathed in sharply when his thumb brushed under her eyes – just above her cheekbone.

She finally looked at him.

"Who was she?"

Her voice sounded hollow – completely unlike her.

Clarke wanted to fight, to yell and hit, but she couldn't. She felt numb as she looked into Bellamy's eyes, they were searching hers before he sighed and stepped away from her.

She watched him pace across the living room, Bellamy hated when he paced – he hated feeling the loss of control he felt it symbolized.

Yet, he always seemed to be pacing around her.

Clarke felt herself smirking beside herself, and just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

"Roma is – Roma was… Fuck, Clarke," Bellamy's hand ran through his ruffled hair before falling back onto the couch, "Roma grew up with us, she'd always been like a sister to O – until Mom died. Octavia started lashing out, sneaking out and doing god knows what. She was only twelve- thirteen and I didn't know what to do, or how to handle her, I started spending more and more time with Roma –"

That was when Clarke cut in, "And things escalated. I get it. So you were together. Don't paint a picture; I don't want to see it."

She moved to the doorway to his room, she had to get out of his clothes and away from the sense of him that was permeating everything she touched.

"Clarke, don't walk away from this, don't walk away from me!" She flinched at the sound of his voice – but she couldn't turn back to him. She closed her eyes as she slammed the door behind her. She had to get out of here. She looked around the room, finding each item of hers before flinging it onto her body hastily. "Yes, Roma and I were together, but it's done. It has been for years. I don't know why O sent her here, I don't. But don't shut me out. We can't be together physically – not again – but you've crawled under my skin Clarke. And I'm so confused about what we are, and what we have –"

Clarke heard his voice crack through the door. She imagined him leaning against the door – head hanging. No – he'd slunk down, now he was sitting with his back against the door, leaning his head back while he spoke.

She shook her head out of fantasy before slipping on her shoes and grabbing her bag.

Opening the door she came face to face with Bellamy, "No Bellamy, you were right last night. This is reckless, and it's gone too far. We hardly know each other – we don't know that whatever this is, is worth it."

Clarke heard the words tumble out of her mouth and knew they were lies the second she heard them, but they did the trick. She saw the hurt crumble into Bellamy's eyes. She saw him step back and silently let her pass.

And then she left.

Again.

I keep trying to reconcile the fact that both of these characters are so volatile, and without being forced together by circumstances I can't see either one of them just giving in to the other. Their relationship would be a fight from the first.

Sorry about another cliff-ish-hanger.

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