Hello my lovely readers, I'm sorry about the wait . I had to go on hiatus for a while cause things have been busy on the home front. I'm dreadfully sorry - Thank you all for bearing with me.

Just a little note about the camp that I've changed/I want to make clearer – the camp is for the senior school students (Grade's 10-12) and groups consist of any six members. The team that wins gets extra credits. The teachers prefer mixed grade groups because it fosters trust between the grades – but that last little thing isn't terribly pertinent.

Quick Recap for people jumping straight to this chapter: Last Chapter Clarke and Octavia were at the party at Finn's house. Finn's parents came home early and it can be assumed that Finn is in deep water. Bellamy collected the two girls and in a moment when Clarke and Bellamy were alone, Bellamy underestimated Clarke by asking her what could she possibly have ever had to fight for? Clarke told him to wait and see just how well she could fight.

This time…

The next few days passed without too much incident and consisted mostly of unpacking the boxes and settling in. Raven and Bellamy still ignored Clarke for the most part, but Octavia seemed happy to talk to her. On the sixth day since the move, the day the unpacking and cleaning was finally finished, Clarke decided it was time to ask Bellamy about joining his team, and she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

She'd taken Octavia's advice and had left Bellamy more or less alone for a few days, so that they could all get used to one another. She had been civil of course, but they hadn't made any efforts to speak to one another. Not that it was a trial for Clarke; she was still unimpressed by his comment about her lack of fight on the night of the party. Just thinking about his ignorance annoyed her – after all how dare he assume that he knew her after a single day. Bellamy Blake didn't know her at all, and Clarke found it condescending of him that he thought she was just a spoilt brat.

Clarke, who was sitting in bed at the time, smacked her face with both hands to chase away her thoughts. She hated starting a day annoyed; just because she started many days that way didn't mean she wanted too.

Time to face the day, she thought and sat up just as her trapdoor opened and a cheerful little face appeared.

"Morning Monty," Clarke smiled at her adopted brother. He was such sweetheart that he'd won all of the Blake's over by the end of day one; even Raven loved showing him her mechanical toys.

"Jasper and Raven want to build a spy machine – they decided last night, and Jasper even says that he'll let me help since we're such good friends," Monty informed his sister proudly, forgetting to return Clarke's greeting. Clarke just frowned in bewilderment; this was not information she was accustomed to receiving as she woke.

"Why?" She asked. The only question worth asking when a younger brother announces that they will take part in building a machine that may or may not allow him to spy on others

"It sounded like fun," Monty shrugged "and Dad sent me to tell you that breakfast is ready, and I say hurry up because Lincoln and Bellamy said they were hungry."

Monty's head disappeared as he headed back downstairs, his message delivered. Clarke threw back the covers and leapt from the bed. She was dressed and heading downstairs in five minutes. She had always been ready fairly quickly, but in the last six days she'd learned that with nine people in a household the food flew off the plates and it was worth being at meals on time.

She was the last one to arrive in the kitchen but her father had saved her some food.

"Morning Clarke," Jake offered her the plate and smiled warmly. Clarke had to admit that her father did seem happier now than he had for a long while, even if he was forgetting about Abigail Griffin.

Octavia had saved Clarke a seat at the table in the dining room – the only room big enough to fit the two families when they all were eating at once. Octavia had surprised Clarke by becoming something akin to a friend and Lincoln seemed to approve of their blossoming friendship - although whether that was for his sister's sake, or due to a possible attachment Clarke wasn't certain.

"Morning Clarke," Lincoln passed his sister a cup of coffee as she walked by.

"Smells good," Clarke thanked her brother and took her seat between Jasper and Octavia.

"I heard you're building something big," Clarke said to Jasper who replied by way of a mischievous smile.

"Raven is going to buy some stuff for it today. She's getting her friend Wick to help," Jasper supplied some detail. Raven, who was sitting opposite, frowned at her brother.

"You shouldn't tell her anything Jasper,"

"But Raven, it's so cool that I can't help it. Besides, she wouldn't tell Mum or Jake; would you?" Jasper turned back to Clarke with big round eyes.

"Never!" Clarke smiled, now a coconspirator, "Your secret is safe with me."

Raven mumbled something that Clarke didn't quite catch, but the older girl was certain that it wasn't anything kind.

"Please, it is way to early for arguments," Octavia grumbled. She was not a morning person.

"You too can become a morning person with Coffee," Clarke advertised.

"Ew, no thanks," Octavia shook her head. "There are more important things than my being a morning person to worry about."

Octavia lowered her voice now, in the hope that her older brother sitting at the other end of the table did not overhear them.

"You still going to ask Bell about the team today?"

Clarke opened her mouth to respond just as Aurora glanced at her watch and made the announcement that if Raven wanted to go into the city with her mother, then she had to be ready to leave in ten minutes.

"Lincoln, are you still happy to collect Raven?" Jake asked. "You know I'd go, but I just can't get away from this meeting."

"Yeah, it's fine." Lincoln replied.

Clarke drew her attention back to her conversation with Octavia as Raven left the table.

"Yes, that was the plan. Any tips?"

"Have me there," Octavia smiled. "The only time he can say 'no' to me is when a boy is involved. That way if he gives you trouble then I can step in, and to be honest I wouldn't mind having you on our team. You've grown on me in the last couple of days not to mention you'd made a wicked asset for Trivia night. All that stuff you talk about with your dad – you'd ace it."

Breakfast finished shortly after and everyone went about their respective business leaving Octavia and Clarke to clean and talk strategy.

Octavia insisted that Clarke needed to ask Bellamy somewhere that was considered neutral territory or, even better, on home turf - meaning that Clarke could not seek him out and ask him while he was in his bedroom.

"Also, you should be taller than him since you're such a shorty,"

"I am not short," Clarke interrupted Octavia's scheming. Octavia shrugged and said, "You're the same height as Raven and she's 14. You're short but don't worry, that works to your advantage when getting guys. Take Bellamy for instance, he much prefers dating girls shorter than him. Your brother is probably the same."

Octavia's final comment seemed more like a question than a passing thought, and Clarke had no intention of responding to it.

"I don't care either way," Lincoln said walking into the room, causing both girls to jump. "As long as whoever I date isn't a bimbo, I don't mind."

"What happened to Anya by the way? I remember when you two were dating and now you're not." Octavia asked.

"Not much to tell, she got pissed that I didn't do as she wanted me too and decided to go to a different university, things were said, and we parted ways on unfriendly terms," Lincoln said, and then smiled at the girls as he made himself his second cup of coffee for the day.

"Now that I've shared, it's time for some quid-pro-quo. What were you girls whispering about during breakfast?"

"Clarke wants to join the Blake Bandwagon for the school trust camp," Octavia was aiming to please and so more than happy to share. Clarke didn't leap to hush her coconspirator because at the moment the only person she didn't want knowing her plan was Wells.

Wells had been talking about the camp for almost a year. He'd had his ideal team picked - more for friends than for winning. It was one area his father didn't put too much stock in so Wells took whatever wins he could and picked his team for friends instead of winners. He had to make a concession to include Finn in their team when Clarke had asked a month ago. The girl who had been usurped, Charlotte, had been upset.

All this Lincoln knew and he sent a disapproving look towards his younger sister.

"Have you told Wells yet?" he asked, and Clarke shook her head with a slight grimace.

"Maybe you should tell Wells before you jump ship. You know how much he wants you on his team. He was even willing to put up with Finn on his team because you asked," Lincoln paused in consideration. "You need to tell him before you bring this up with Bellamy. He'll probably want to take Finn off his team as well."

Clarke lowered her eyes and focused her attention on the plates in front of her and only half listened while Octavia and Lincoln talked, her mind occupied by the prospect of talking to Wells.

"Yesterday you said you were going to University in the spring; will you stay on the campus in one of the dorms?" Octavia asked.

"No, I thought about it but I have a couple of mates going there as well and we all decided to rent a flat together."

"Won't that be more trouble?" Octavia questioned.

"Not really, we're all fairly decent cooks and if I run out of food money I'll just call Clarke here for a loan. She wouldn't let her fantastic older brother starve," Lincoln joked.

"You're such a freeloader" Clarke rolled her eyes.

"Hey, you go call Wells before you chicken out and I'll finish up in here with Octavia," Lincoln patted his sister on the head fondly, and received a glower for his troubles.

"I don't chicken out," Clarke stated, "but thanks, I will let you finish the dishes."

The blonde passed her tea-towel to her brother and pulled out her phone before making her way to the lounge room for some privacy.

Clarke called Finn first to ask him if he had another option for a team, which immediately upset him.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with having me on your team? I am your boyfriend aren't I?"

"Yes," Clarke sighed, boys could be such babies. "I might not be on the team though. I'm thinking of switching to Octavia and Bellamy's team – I just wanted to check if you had any other options before I talk to Wells. He might decide he doesn't want you on his team if I'm not there."

Finn thought for a moment, and after some discussion he decided that he did have somewhere else he could go – even though he wasn't pleased.

Eventually Finn was pacified, and Clarke was free to make her call to Wells.

"Hey Clarke, how are you?" Wells sounded cheerful, and Clarke couldn't help feeling a little guilty that she was thinking of switching teams on her friend.

They chatted for a little while until Clarke took a deep breath and told Wells the truth.

"Wells, I want to switch teams for the school camp."

There was silence on the line.

"It's not because I don't like everyone. I want to join Octavia's team so that I can get to know her a bit better. I don't want to be stuck here when Lincoln leaves and have everyone in this household hate me."

"Your dad and brother too?" Wells scoffed at the thought. Jake Griffin would never hate his daughter, not even if she was responsible for a hundred deaths. She was the apple of his eye.

"I wasn't talking about them and you know that," Clarke defended herself.

"I know, I know," Wells sighed and Clarke thought she could almost hear him frown. "It's not as if I'd ever say no to you Clarke, and as reasons go I can understand you wanting to get along with Octavia since you're living together but why does that mean you have to join her team?"

"It's the perfect opportunity to get to know her a little bit better and if she likes me then she can help me get along with Bellamy and Raven. Jasper doesn't seem to mind me, but he's also just a kid."

"Hmmmm," Wells thought about it.

"You could get Charlotte back, I know she'd be happy if we apologized and asked for her to join the team again. I don't know if she found anyone else."

"We'd still be one member short,"

"Maybe someone else from Charlotte's grade? What about Myles or Sterling?"

"No one would be as good as you," Wells said, a little like a petulant child.

"Don't worry though, we'll manage - even if Charlotte has already found another team I'm sure we can find another few members. It's important for you to get along with the people you're living with. I wouldn't want to be responsible for you being sad."

"You can be such a good friend Wells," Clarke smiled, touched that Wells was being so understanding.

"Have you asked Bellamy yet – I thought he the team leader."

"I thought I'd talk to you about it first."

"If Bellamy says no, tell me that way I don't have to do anything. I won't call anyone until you send me an update."

"Alright then, I'll go ask Bellamy now," Clarke nodded.

"Bye Clarke."

Clarke ended the call and took a deep breath, thinking about how best to win over her nemesis, but she was startled before she had much of a chance to do so.

"What did you want to ask me?" Bellamy asked from the doorway of the lounge room.

Clarke almost leaped out of the seat in surprise, but she made an effort to suppress her response.

"How long were you standing there?"

"Not long. I just heard you said you needed to ask me something," Bellamy replied.

"Well then, your timing isn't terrible but in future I would appreciate it if you minded your own business."

"You do realize that if you're rude to me, I'm less likely to agree to whatever you're asking?" Bellamy frowned. "Though I do agree that eavesdropping is not on. It wasn't like I was trying. I have little interest in your life."

"That's an awful apology," Clarke responded before dropping the topic. "Never mind that, I wanted to ask you something."

Bellamy raised an eyebrow coolly.

"Can I join your team for the school camp?" Clarke straightened her shoulders and looked him directly in the eyes when she asked. She wasn't going to hand control of the situation away by seeming meek.

It was Bellamy's turn to be surprised now, and he didn't try hiding it.

"What?" he said, obviously taken aback. "I'm sorry, don't you hate me? What about your friends – the people you do like?"

"Maybe I just don't feel like being around people I do like?"

"Why would that be a good reason to bring you onto the team? You're a snob; I doubt that you'd get along with the rest of the team. You'd just get in the way."

Clarke put her hands on her hips. She didn't want to loose this argument.

"Says who? Octavia doesn't mind, rather - she thinks it's a good idea. Besides I'm not useless. I'm great with trivia, and it's not as it I'm uncoordinated. I can do plenty of team sports. I know that we've got more than a few of those on the trip."

Bellamy looked pensive, giving himself time to think. Clarke was a little surprised that he didn't outright deny her request.

"I want to say no because I don't like you," Bellamy said. Clarke didn't find that shocking. "I want to win though, I could use the extra credit we get from winning. Most of the team could use it. I won't deny that we're fairly weak in the Trivia section, and the quiz on the final day is always tricky. You could coach us on some of the key points."

Bellamy pushed himself from the wall and nodded at Clarke.

"I'll think about it. I'll talk to Miller and Octavia before I decide anything."

"Wow," Clarke smiled at Bellamy for the first time since the move in day. "Thanks for being reasonable. I wasn't expecting that."

"You think that because I'm not as smart as you I can't be reasonable?" Bellamy retorted, his cheeks flushing – whether from her smile or the perceived insult Clarke wasn't sure.

"I never said that," she defended herself.

"I'm sure you've thought it," Bellamy turned and walked away, ending the conversation.

Clarke flung herself back on the couch with a groan. How anyone could deal with him for long periods was beyond her. 'If I do join his team then I'm going to have to at least treat him a little better.'

Clarke pondered this prospect before going to find Octavia and give her an update.