Author's Note: So sorry it's been forever - finals are here and I have no time! Enjoy:)

Chapter 10

Clarke

"Who has a problem with you eating?" He asked confused. No. I couldn't say anything. Monty would get me some food. I could make a plan then. Right now I was just so tired and I didn't want to say something now and regret it later.

"I'm not supposed to eat. I still have a wristband." I said, avoiding answering his question. Knowing full well he would think I was accusing him, a twinge of regret filled me but I had to push it away. I couldn't think about Bellamy right now. He was fine. The leader of the pack. He was strong. Murphy couldn't take him down. Bellamy was too clever. I had to think about what Murphy could do to Jasper and Monty. What he could do to Wells. What he could do to defenseless Charlotte. What he could do to Octavia who I knew full well wasn't about to go to Bellamy for help if it wasn't absolutely necessary. She wanted to be independent. She wouldn't let Bell save her. So right now, I had to think of my friends, not Bellamy's feelings. He'd made it perfectly clear from the beginning that we were not friends.

"You're our only healer, Clarke." Sure enough. There was hurt in his voice. He was trying to hide it but I could tell. "We aren't about to let you die." His voice grew softer as he continued. "I thought you were all getting plenty to eat on your trips into the woods. I didn't realize you were starving. I'm sorry, Clarke."

"I wasn't exactly foraging for food on all of those forest treks." I said, my eyes fluttering shut, trying to make me sleep while I tried to hint to him that Murphy was behind this. It was stupid. I shouldn't, no I couldn't tell him that this was all Murphy. But some part of me hoped he would figure it out. Some part of me hoped he would save me from this hell I was living in.

"Yeah. Okay. I got it." His voice was angry now. I didn't have the energy to figure that out.

"Bell?" I asked as I closed my eyes. "Wake me up when there's food. I'm so tired." His voice was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.

"Okay, Princess. Just sleep."

Bellamy

Did she realize what she was doing? Did she realize what she was doing to me? In my frustration at her blaming me for her starvation I had plunked down in one of the seats still in place in the dropship. She had then sat herself down right next to me. Far, far too close to me. I could smell her from here. I could feel the heat emanating off her from here. From here I could take her in my arms and- No. No, Blake. She isn't yours to do that to. You aren't allowed to touch her. Then she spoke. And it got so much worse. Not only did she blame me for her current state, but when I tried to apologize, when I tried to explain that I didn't know, that I thought she was eating on all those outings Murphy took her on she…

"I wasn't exactly foraging for food on all those forest treks." I ground my teeth together, my hands clenched together in fists to avoid putting one into a wall. She and Murphy had been…intimate. So maybe Finn was lying. Maybe Murphy had been telling the truth. Maybe I was the only one Clarke hated enough that she would never consider me. The only one who wasn't remotely worthy to be with a Princess. She opened her lips to continue but I couldn't hear more of this.

"Yeah. Okay. I got it."

"Bell?" She asked. Instantly the anger was gone. Not Blake, not even Bellamy. She called me Bell. In moments when she couldn't control herself in the slightest. In the moment when she was practically sleeping on her feet (so to speak, she was seated but the idea still stood) I wasn't the asshole, I wasn't Blake, I was Bell. And if that couldn't melt my heart, then I was the heartless bastard everyone down here thought I was.

"Wake me up when there's food." Her head drifted to the side and fell onto my shoulder. I froze. Did this girl know what she was doing to me?! "I'm so tired." Her weight fell into me, and it was as though she was cuddling with me as she fell asleep. She hummed contently into my chest and I smiled.

"Okay Princess, just sleep."

"Sleep." She mumbled, her fingers gripping onto my shirt tightly, pulling me close. I closed my eyes and inhaled, wrapping my arms around her and memorizing this feeling. There was nothing like this in the world. I could almost pretend she loved me when she held me in her sleep like this. It was too good to be true. But I had this moment. And damned if I wasn't going to take it.

Minutes later found me absentmindedly stroking her hair knowing full well how inappropriate this was and yet unable to stop myself from doing it. She talked in her sleep. Thus far the sounds were random and I didn't understand a whit of it. I was, however, highly amused by it. Then came a word that I understood perfectly.

"Octavia." That was odd. "Octavia, run." And that was just unsettling. "He's going to hurt you, O. Find Bell and run." She was begging now and my heart was pounding quicker and quicker. Clarke was clearly upset, it may be a dream, but something was wrong. "So sorry." She mumbled, a single tear running down her cheek and landing on my shirt. "So sorry. Run, O. Save yourself."

"Clarke. Come on Clarke, wake up." I shook her. I had to wake her from whatever nightmare plagued her. "Clarke, it's just a dream. Come on Clarke."

"Bell." She moaned, a harrowing sound.

"Yeah, Clarke, it's me. Wake up. You're safe."

"Bell, please." She was still asleep. "I'm so sorry. Get them out. Get them all out. Don't let him hurt them."

"Clarke!" I was yelling now. "Clarke!" Still nothing I turned to the hatch. "Monty! Get your ass up here!"

"Don't let him hurt them."

"He's not going to hurt anyone, Clarke." I begged, no idea what I was promising her. "I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"I'm already dead." She whimpered with a voice that chilled my very blood. "Just save them. Please, Bell."

"Monty!" I screamed. "Jasper! O!" Anyone. For God's sake, I had no idea what I was doing. I needed help. For God's sake, someone help me.

"We're here, man, chill." Jasper said as his head popped up through the hatch. Wells is carrying a bunch of meat chunks on a stick, bite sized pieces for Her Majesty." He winked before taking in the sight before him.

"For the love of God, someone help me wake her up!" I screamed. "She wont wake up!" Instantly three men were at my side all calling her name and shaking her. "Yeah, because I didn't already try that." I snapped at them. "Come on! She's having a nightmare! Monty, don't you have something?"

"I'm working on it!" he called, that was when I realized that he was not one of the boys at my side. Finn, Wells, and Jasper surrounded Clarke, while Monty stood over a small table of herbs that Clarke was always working on with Octavia, mixing together God only knew what. I had never been particularly religious. Yeah we said prayers together on the Ark and what not, but I couldn't figure out a God who would allow a child to be born into a world who would be killed simply for being born by the rest of his so called followers, and was then forced to live under the floorboards her entire life. That wasn't the sort of world I thought a God had any part in creating. But right now, I needed anything that would help.

"Please, God." I murmured, saying the rest of my prayer to myself. "Please, please God." I reached up to where her fingers clenched my shirt and took one of her hands into mine. "Come on Clarke." Her breathing slowed and the look of anguish on her face softened. At that moment Octavia was at my side, holding up the mixture Monty had created under her nose. Suddenly, Clarke sneezed, four times and when the last one ended her eyes opened, looking around at all of us, staring at her anxiously.

"There she is." Jasper said, as if speaking to a child. "We couldn't wake you up for a minute there, Clarke. But hey. We've got food! Whose hungry?" He asked with a wink. Her eyes darted back and forth between all of us, finally landing on Octavia. She licked her lips and I felt her hand, still enclosed in mine, start to shake violently.

"Not me." Jasper laughed but I flashed a glare at him, silencing him instantly.

"I don't think she's making a joke." I hissed.

"That's to damn bad. Its a new rule." I said loudly, picking her up from where she'd squirmed onto the floor, pulling me along with her somewhere in her fit when I had been too preoccupied worrying to notice. "Healer has to eat the first meal from all of our kills in the presence of myself and at least three others. You know what? No. Not three random others. In the presence of myself, Monty, Jasper, and Octavia. Its a rule. You can't break it."

"I can do whatever the hell I want." She muttered, pulling her hand from mine. I would be lying if I thought for a moment that I didn't miss the feeling of her fingers intertwined with mine.

"No. You can't. Because if you don't eat," I looked around, at the others, begging someone to help me come up with a threat.

"If you don't eat then I'm gonna sleep with your boyfriend." Octavia finished for me. That was NOT what I had in mind.

"Why the hell would you do that? You're in love with your Grounder boyfriend." Clarke replied, refusing to look any of us in the eye, choosing instead to pull her knees to her chest, sitting in the fetal position, staring at the floor.

"Your what?" I hissed at O.

"Big picture, here!" He whispered back.

"Okay, if you don't eat, then I'm going to stab Monty."

"No you wont."

"I might actually, I'm really pissed off at him right now. And my worry for you is the only thing keeping me from assaulting him." Who the hell was my sister these days? I didn't expect a thing that came out of her mouth but it was all kind of ingenious. She was really thriving down here on Earth. "But if you don't eat, then clearly you aren't worried about your own well being so I don't have to worry about you. And if I'm not worrying about you, then I'm going to stab Monty."

"Octavia," Clarke tried to protest but O just shoved the meat in her hands and continued to speak as Clarke eyed the food up as though she was starving and it was...oh wait. That was exactly what was happening. She was starving. And someone had handed her freshly cooked food. And she was reacting exactly as you might expect, unable to tear her eyes away.

"Nope. I'm gonna stab him. Not in the neck, or the heart, or somewhere where he'll die as quickly and painlessly as is possible when you get stabbed. Nah, I'm gonna stab him in the arm, or leg or something. Just to put him in a lot of pain. And then I'll start to punch him where I've stabbed him until he passes out from the pain. And then you are going to be the only one who can heal him, 'cause he'll be unconscious but you won't be able to because you haven't eaten and will also pass out again and then Monty's gonna die all because you wouldn't take one, measly bite of-" and then Clarke took a bite. I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at O, thanking her. Unsurprisingly, Monty was the only one not smiling at her.

"What the hell did I do to you, Octavia?" He muttered. She simply winked and gestured at Clarke. "Well remind me to never piss you off." He said.

"Noted". She responded. "Slow down, Clarke, too much at once and you'll get sick." Clarke smiled and nodded but didn't slow down at all.

"We didn't put that much on," Wells said with a shrug. "She should be fine." Everyone was grinning, relieved. But there was still something wrong. There was still something that haunted her enough to make her think she was going to die, that all her friends were in danger, that she had to beg me to save them, and that somehow, it was all her fault. And a few bites of wild boar weren't going to chase that away.

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