After their first official date, at least that's how Clarke saw it, Bellamy found every excuse to see her. He didn't want to let her go whenever they spent the day at his apartment, which usually led to her spending the night. They had fallen back into a rhythm that they were more than comfortable will. Clarke had missed this, it was what she needed.

Still she believed they needed to do things apart. So while he was working she would spread her stuff around Octavia's apartment and attempt to create the signs she kept nagging her about. Clarke hadn't planned on falling back into Bellamy's arms, but since that happened she had been having a hard time focusing on anything other than how much time they had spent apart. They were both trying to make up for it.

Clarke bit down on the end of a paintbrush as she outlined the words for the fair. She smiled, feeling like the stars were shimmering up at her from the page. She knew it was the best she would get for the welcome sign. So she started to stand up to get the paint. She didn't get far, that's when her cellphone rang.

Clarke didn't answer when she saw the random number flashing on her screen. Lexa hadn't tried calling her since Bellamy told her to leave her alone, but she still didn't want to take the chance it was her. She had answered too and gotten even more upset with she heard her ex best friend's voice. So she let the phone ring, staring at the pictures Octavia had given her.

The girl had no artistic ability, but she could see what she wanted. She wanted the fair to be big and beautiful, more elaborate than last year. She wanted the sign to be bright and magical, Clarke knew she could do it. She wanted to help her friend, but she couldn't stop thinking about the day she and spent with Bellamy yesterday. Her phone vibrated once, telling her she had a message.

She glanced over and the same number was calling her. She sighed, hoping it wasn't Lexa calling her, "hello."

There was a pause and then she heard an unfamiliar voice, "is this Clarke Griffin?"

Her heart stopped. What if something had happened to her mom, or her dad? What if something had happened to Octavia? She hadn't seen her since she left the house and now she was worried, "yes this is she."

The woman sighed, "I need you to come down to the hospital. I have a Bellamy Blake here who refuses to let us treat him. He needs someone to take him home after this as well and he says and I quote, 'I can take care of my own damn self.' You're the only name he seemed okay with when I went through his phone."

Clarke's heart stopped. Why was Bellamy at the hospital. She took in a deep breath, she stood up and grabbed her purse, "okay I'll be there as soon as I can. Tell him to listen, he's a big baby when he's hurt."

She laughed, "yeah we can see that. I'll tell him you're on your way. Thank you Clarke."

She hung up the phone and then realized she didn't have a way to get there. Usually she would call Bellamy, but her car was still being fixed. She knew if he didn't want anyone else called he wouldn't want them there at the hospital. So she wouldn't call Octavia to help her. She walked out of the apartment and onto the sidewalk and she thought about taking the bus.

Luckily the bus was just pulling up to the corner so she walked quickly towards it and stepped on. After making sure the driver would drop her somewhere close to the hospital she sat down and waited. She was thinking of all the things that could be wrong, Bellamy didn't go to the hospital for nothing. Then again he was awake and alert if he was telling the nurse he didn't want treated.

The bus ride wasn't as long as Clarke thought it would be. She walked into the waiting room and looked around. It was pretty full for a weekday afternoon. She went up to the nurse's station and smiled. Just as she was about to ask about Bellamy, she heard his loud booming voice. She winced and the nurse gave her a glare, "I take it that belongs to you?"

She nodded slowly, "I guess it does. What room is he in?"

"Room 512 sweetheart. Good luck."

Clarke walked down the hallway she was pointing to. It didn't take her long to find him, because he was still yelling. She opened the door and watched as the nurse walked away from him with tears in his eyes, "Bellamy Blake be nice."

His eyes went wide as he saw her standing there, "dammit she did call you. I'm fine Clarke."

He wasn't in a hospital gown, he was still wearing his uniform. She set her bag down on the chair and walked towards him, "Bell what happened? Do you know how terrifying it is to get a phone call from someone telling me you're here?"

He sighed, "I'm fine, Clarke. Look I'm sitting up and I refuse to take the medicine they want me to have. They won't release me either."

Clarke brought her hand up to his face, and then she saw the way he winced at the light behind her. She could see the black and blue mark just under his brown curls. She ran her hand down the side of his cheek and she watched him sway as they sat there.

"You need to lay back," she said softly. He looked at her like she was another nurse he could scare, but he didn't realize she knew what was wrong. She had been in med school, she could see he clearly had a head injury. He glared at her, "don't you think about yelling at me, Blake. I won't take your shit. You lay back and take the medicine."

He rolled his eyes, "hard ass," he muttered as she handed him the cup and the two pills sitting there, "I'm fine. The beam didn't even hit me that hard."

Clarke sat down on the chair beside his bed and took the cup of water he finished. She picked up his hand, watching as he leaned his head back against the wall. He looked tired, "what happened?"

He winced, "I was out on a call, checking out some property someone was complaining about. It was ready to fall down and we had to check there wasn't anyone trying to squat there. I stepped under what could've been a roof or something at the time, and I put my hand against a beam for support. There was a little hole in the ground. Anyways, I put too much of my weight against the wood and it snapped. The beam fell on my head."

Clarke squeezed his hand, "Bell you could've gotten really hurt. You could have a concussion."

"I'm fine. They brought me here because they knew if they didn't I could sue. But I didn't want to come, I'm not hurt. And those nurses want to keep me here. I don't want to be here, Clarke," his voice broke and she knew the reason why he didn't want to be in the hospital. She had heard about the way his mom died.

"Okay," she said quietly looking at him sitting there. He had been eighteen when she died, but he never forgot it. He never forgot the look on Octavia's face when the monitors starting beeping, and they knew she was gone for good. It was a moment that broke all of them, Clarke included.

The door opened and a doctor stepped in, "ah I see the pretty girlfriend can make him take his medicine, but not my nurses."

He looked down at his chart, Clarke looking back at Bellamy. Normally he would've made a snide comment about how they weren't together. They had been once, but she tore out his heart. Something along those lines. Of course after their date the other night, she was starting to wonder if he had forgiven her. She was starting to wonder if they could somehow make their way back to each other.

"Yeah well the girlfriend is a little more frightening than your nurses," Bellamy's voice was quiet and she could tell the medicine was taking affect. It was for the pain, but it would make him high too. She smiled, she liked hearing him call her his girlfriend. Even if he wasn't really thinking clearly.

The doctor cleared his throat, "alright I'm Doctor Kane," he looked at Clarke. He could see Bellamy was starting to fall asleep, "his partners brought him in saying he was hit with a beam. I checked him out and he seems to have a mild concussion. I want to keep him overnight, but he refuses to let me. What do you suggest I do to make him feel more comfortable?"

Clarke stood up, her hand pulling out of his as he watched them. She rubbed her hands on her shorts, nervous. She hadn't been in a hospital setting in a long time, "I think that he is okay to go home. I know you want to watch him, but I know all the signs for a concussion too. I was pre med," she watched him look impressed. Everyone did, until they realized she couldn't handle it so she dropped out. That wasn't true, it's just the assumption they made, "I can take care of him, watch over him. He doesn't like hospitals, he'll be a terrible patient."

The doctor laughed, eyeing Clarke up and down. She could feel Bellamy watching from behind her, he had always been jealous of anyone that looked at her. Bellamy hated any guy who thought they could get with her. She was his, she had picked him time and time again. Why didn't they understand that?
Oh right because he was an asshole who didn't deserve her. He was the one who let her walk away time and time again.

Slowly Dr. Kane sighed, "okay I'll release him into your care only. But I want to see him at my office tomorrow afternoon. I just want to make sure the swelling has gone down and he isn't going to suffer anything terrible by not being in here tonight."

Clarke nodded, "I promise I'll watch him closer than you probably would."

Kane smiled, "that I'm sure you will. Alright you're free to go Mr. Blake. Don't give your new nurse anymore trouble than you gave mine."

Bellamy sat up and saluted him, "ay ay Captain."

Clarke couldn't help but laugh as she reached out to support him. He put his arm around her shoulders, and she staggered under his weight. The doctor had a wheelchair ready. If Bellamy hadn't been drugged up, he would've refused the wheelchair. Clarke was glad she didn't have to support his weight all the way out of the hospital.

"Bell, I don't have a car," she said pushing him down the hallway, "did they leave your truck?"

He nodded, "yeah it's in the parking lot."

Clarke felt better knowing she wouldn't have to take him home on the bus. She left him on the curb and found his red truck, driving it carefully to the front. She walked around as Bellamy stood up, wobbling as he got into the truck. There was a nurse waiting behind him to take the wheelchair and she smiled sweetly at her. She could tell there was a mix of admiration and fear in her eyes. A lot of girls who met Bellamy felt that way about Clarke. They didn't understand it took a strong woman to be with him.

Clarke wasn't used to driving such a big vehicle, but Bellamy's apartment was closer than she realized. She pulled into a spot and walked around to the passenger side. She had to shake him awake, "Bell, come on we're home."

"Home," he muttered, his eyes not focusing on her. He climbed down from the truck and into her arms, supporting more of his weight than before.

Once she got him up the steps and into the house, he sat down on the couch. She made some tea as he leaned against the back, his eyes shut. She set on mug in front of him, "why don't you go lay down in bed? You should rest anyways."

"Dr. Griffin," his voice sounded deeper, "I am perfectly fine."

Clarke rolled her eyes, "then at least change out of your uniform into something more comfortable. I'll call the station and tell them you won't be in tomorrow."

He looked up quickly, wincing at the sudden movement, "it's okay I can do that. I'll go change and call them."

She nodded her head and watched as he stood up slowly. She reached out to help him, but he refused it. He hated admitting he needed help. She sighed, taking a sip of her tea as Bellamy stopped in the doorway to his room. She smiled as she remembered falling asleep beside him. She was glad he had called her.

"Hey Clarke," she looked at him and she could see the one that got away, "thank you. You're the only one I wanted to be there."

She could feel herself blush, "I'm glad you called me."

Bellamy changed and Clarke tried to clean up some of his mess. She washed the dishes in the sink, putting them into the dishwasher for him. She cleaned off the table and straightened the blankets on the couch. She stopped and realized it looked like he had been sleeping on the couch. These were the blankets he had gotten out that night she stayed over.

She shook her head and then followed him into the bedroom. He had his back to her, but he was in the middle of changing. There was a pair of sweatpants hugging his hips, his top half bare. His muscles contracted as he rolled the shirt up to put it on, and Clarke blushed. She had seen him so many times before and she was still in awe of how beautiful he was. She had missed him.

"Have you been sleeping on the couch?" her voice startled him, and he jumped making his head hurt even more. He winced and Clarke apologized, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have scared you."

He sighed, "I'm fine. I uh, yeah I slept on the couch the other night. I couldn't sleep in here without you."

Clarke watched him sit down on the bed and she walked towards him. She pulled her shoes off and climbed in beside him. Once he leaned against the bed frame she ran her fingers through his hair, "are you sure you're okay? You have a head injury, Bell."

He winced at her words, "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired, whatever they gave me is kicking my ass."

"I'll wake you up in two hours," her voice was soft in his ear as she kept running her fingers through his hair.

He looked at Clarke, embarrassed, "can we uh, can we keep this between us? I don't need to give Octavia another reason to hate my job because it's dangerous."

Clarke smile, running her fingers through his soft brown curls, "your secret is safe with me, Blake. Just don't let getting hit in the head by wooden beams a habit. That nurse scared me half to death. I thought you had been really hurt."

He smiled, "you care."

"I've always cared," Clarke whispered, looking away from him. She hadn't been ready to admit it, but she would always care about Bellamy Blake. She would always love him.

He cleared his throat, "tell me something I don't know," his voice sounded strained, like he was trying as hard as he could to stay awake, "something about you and me."

"So you've called me princess pretty much since you've known me. Why I'll never understand," Clarke's smile was bright as she ran her fingers down his arm, "do you know what your name means? Well it's not your name, but in French Bel Ami means beautiful friend."

He raised his eyebrows at her. Clarke had never noticed the dimple on his chin, or the way his dark eyes lit up his tan skin, "ah so you've learned French since we stopped talking?"

Clarke giggled and rolled her eyes, "I took one class and that's because Lexa thought it would be fun. When I first got there I latched onto her, I didn't know anyone. She made friends easily. We were put together for a room, and I never knew it wasn't real. The friendship I had come to rely on was all a game to her."

He noticed the way she had gone stiff when she said her name. There were tears in her eyes as she looked away. His heart broke for her. He hated how that girl had made her trust weak. He hated how she let those guys touch her beautiful body. He wanted to be the only one allowed to do that.

Bellamy placed a kiss on her cheek, then looked up into her blue eyes. His face was unreadable, but she could feel his heart beating. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. He was trying so hard not to fall asleep before this moment was over, "beautiful friend? Is that what I am?"

She giggled as his breath tickled her face, "beautiful friend, beautiful lover," her voice was airy as she held his face in her hands, "beautiful soul."

Bellamy moved in and kissed her, silencing all the fears she had. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to find him, for him to be back in her life. She couldn't believe how easily he had forgiven her.

"Bell," her voice was small as she laid her hand on his chest, "I'm sorry. I know you think I was selfish, but I didn't have a choice. My mom was going to ship me off one way or another. If I chose to go, it meant I could still have you in my life."

Bellamy stopped her words and kissed her, his thumb rubbing circles across her cheek, "I don't blame you," he whispered softly against her lips. He didn't, not anymore, "I hated myself for not going after you. I should've answered your phone calls, or tried to see you. I was too stubborn to admit I needed you. To tell you I still wanted you."

Clarke smiled and pressed her lips to his gently, when she pulled back he smiled, "time has a funny way of making up for it huh?"

He nodded his head slowly, "this time I won't let you go."

Clarke loved to hear him say that, "my mom told me once that what we have is dangerous. The way you look at me, like I put the stars in the sky, it's not healthy. She told me I should go out and find my place in the world," Bellamy knew Abby had been right. Clarke was destined for far more than a life by his side.

He went to speak, but she pressed her finger against his lips, "what she failed to see was my place is here with you. Whether it's an epic life of love and adventures, or a simple one living beside you here in this small town. I've always known my place was beside you."

Bellamy's heart couldn't take anymore. He pulled her in and kissed her. He tried to make them into one, trying to make up for the lost time they spent apart. He still loved her, he just didn't know how to say it out loud. He was afraid she would run. So he did the only thing he knew to do. He held her as tightly as he could in his arms.

"Sleep, my love," her voice was soft as she ran her hand down his arm once more. He loved whenever she did that, "I'll be here in the morning when you wake up. I have to watch over you."

Clarke could feel his need as they laid there together. She knew this was where she was supposed to be, here with him. Before he fell asleep with her head against his chest, he knew there was nowhere else he needed to be either. This was his place, beside her in a life they made together, with a love that could never be broken.