Octavia scoffed as she stared at her brother.

What was he doing?

Flirting? With some girl he'd barely uttered three words to over the past few weeks? She watched them intently, aware of the bitter taste in her mouth and the grimace forming on her face.

He was leaning into her, smiling coyly as he spoke. And she – some skinny seventeen year-old redhead whose name Octavia had honestly never bothered to learn – was doing the same; arching her back and batting her eyelashes as she giggled in reply to whatever he was saying.

It was so disturbingly fake on both sides that Octavia had to refrain from walking up to the two and slapping them both across the face. She spotted Clarke out of the corner of her eye and turned to approach her. But when she saw the blonde staring at her brother and his concubine of the night, she decided to remain in place.

God, Bell did not deserve her.

Octavia sighed as she looked back at her brother. Was he intentionally flirting in front of Clarke? Was it a ploy to make her jealous? Because Clarke didn't look jealous, Octavia thought, her eyes travelling back to where she was standing on the outskirts of the camp's fireplace. If anything, she looked the way Octavia felt: slightly confused and mildly disgusted.

She looked from Clarke to Bellamy, her eyes flitting about like a butterfly. She couldn't deny that they were far from similar. Polar opposites; that's probably the term she'd have used. She was fire and he was ice. But then sometimes, he was fire and she was ice. She was cautious, he was hasty. He was eager to destroy, she was always ready to heal. Alone, they made rather questionable leaders. Together, they were the perfect pair. Octavia shook her head in frustration. So they made a great team. Did that mean they'd make an equally great couple? Even so, it wasn't really her business, was it?

But there was something about the way Bellamy looked at Clarke when she wasn't looking – and boy, did he look at her a lot. Octavia wasn't sure she'd call it love. No, they weren't anywhere near love. Yet. But admiration? Respect? Desire? Hell yes. Hell. Yes. Octavia had never seen her brother look at someone that way before. Which meant that it was her job to make sure he didn't completely screw up his chances with Clarke.

"Bell, can I talk to you for a sec?" she heard her own voice, without realizing she'd even opened her mouth. Bellamy's head snapped up and his eyes met hers.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something here," he said, grinning at the redhead he was all but pressed up against. Octavia stifled an eye roll and cocked her head to the side. He let out a sigh and pulled away from the girl, glancing up at Clarke as he did so. Octavia followed his gaze and took in Clarke's neutral expression. 'Ooh shit, he's a dead man.' Octavia thought, as she took a few steps towards the Wall, hearing Bellamy follow suit. She stopped and turned to face him.

"Octavia, what is it?" he asked impatiently. She cocked an eyebrow at his attitude.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked accusingly. Bellamy's eyes grew wide and he took a step back.

"What are you talking about?" he shot back. She frowned at his response, knowing full well that he was clamming up. She brought up her hand to point at the girl behind Bellamy. Instead she let it land on his chest, prodding him with her pointer finger.

"I'm talking about you screwing that girl to get Clarke's attention," her voice rose as she spoke. Bellamy hastily looked around to make sure no one was in earshot.

"Do you think that's going to impress her?" she continued, oblivious to his worry that someone might hear.

"Do you think flirting with some random girl is going to make her want you? Because it isn't, Bellamy. It's going to make her think less of you." She finished, folding her arms, hoping she'd made her point. The smirk on her brother's face told her that she had been unsuccessful.

"You think I'm trying to impress the Princess?" he asked, disbelief on his tongue. She said nothing but raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not interested in Clarke," he stated calmly, as though that one sentence would put it all to rest. Octavia shook her head at his stubbornness.

"Bell. It's me. You can tell me. Having feelings for someone will not make you weak. It"-

-"That's exactly what it does." He interrupted. The sudden edge in his voice took her by surprise. She took a moment to examine his expression. His brow was creased and his eyes were crowded with emotion – not pain, but something similarly so. She frowned and laid a hand on his arm.

"Bellamy. Why do you do everything in your power to keep this camp safe? Why did you find a way to make it on to the dropship and come down here with the rest of us?"

Bellamy bit his lip as he gazed at her, before smiling weakly.

"You, of course."

Octavia returned his smile and took a step towards him.

"Of course. Because I'm you sister, right?" she asked. He nodded instantly.

"Exactly. You came down here to protect me. Because you care about me. And look at all you've accomplished. Caring for me never once made you weak, Bell. Some people can't cope with all of the emotions they have to carry inside. But you, Bellamy; you lead emotionally. You lead to protect and that's because you care. Your emotions do not make you weak. Your emotions help you to be the man you are, and caring about someone other than yourself won't make people judge you. People respect Clarke because she cares about us. Don't you want that too?" She murmured. Bellamy looked down at her, a smile reforming.

"How can someone so little be so wise?" he asked teasingly. Octavia grinned and shrugged.

"Hey but this doesn't mean you're off the hook," she said, suddenly stern, "You have to tell Clarke how you feel."

Bellamy's eyes fell and she shoved him lightly.

"Hey, I'm serious." She warned. He let out a huff and turned to glance at Clarke, who was busy talking to Miller.

"We're sharing a tent, O. I can't – I couldn't just tell her I have feelings for her. Plus, maybe it's just a passing thing. I mean… we sleep in the same bed, that's bound to stir some shit up." he tried to reason. Octavia let out a 'pfft' but didn't disagree. He gave her a look that suggested he wanted to leave, and she nodded her head in response.

She watched Bellamy make his way back to the redhead, and she felt her stomach begin to twist. But then the girl walked away, and he approached Clarke, who greeted him with a gracious smile, and Octavia couldn't contain the grin that found its way to her lips.

•••

Clarke's attention had been torn between watching twilight turn to dusk, and watching the Blake siblings hash it out. The latter had undeniably been the more interesting one. At least, until Miller had approached her, set with a sombre expression and a defeated step.

"Miller," she greeted lightly. He nodded in response and stood beside her.

"What's up?" she asked, ensuring her curiousity and concern was evident in her question. He fixed his beanie and glanced around.

"It's uh…It's about what Bellamy said this morning. About what happened last night…" his voice trailed off, as though he were unsure whether she wanted to hear the rest. But Clarke inhaled sharply and spun towards him.

"Oh my God, Miller. Did you see something?" she asked hurriedly. Miller shrugged, frowning to himself.

"Yeah…No. Hey, I don't know. It was late – probably already morning, I guess." He stopped and shook his head.

"Look. Clarke, I don't know if this is gonna help, I don't think this even has anything to do with what happened to your tent"-

-"It's okay, Miller. Anything could help us. What did you see?" she asked. Miller took a moment before he nodded and took a deep breath.

"Okay. Well, I woke up last night and I needed something to drink. So I went outside to the water tanks and I got some. And it was probably midnight-ish but I can't be sure…and I thought I saw someone walking around."

"Who?" Clarke asked immediately.

"Well, I don't know," Miller began. Clarke felt herself deflate at the news. But then Miller continued.

"I mean I didn't see their face. But, but I could tell it was a girl." He stated. Clarke did a double take.

"I mean, she was skinny and she had long hair. I couldn't tell what colour, probably brown – it didn't look blonde. But she was walking weird, kind of like she was drunk…" Miller frowned at the last line.

"Weird, right? Anyway, I wasn't sure whether to tell you. I mean, it could have just been some girl, ya know? But then I was thinking about it today and I just thought it would be better to tell you. Just in case." He finished, looking down at his shoes. Clarke felt a grin stretch across her face. Even if it was nothing, it was something. She thought back to when she'd seen the shadow in her tent. It had looked female. She engulfed Miller in a tight hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Thank you," she said when she released him. He looked lightly taken aback, but he had a weary smile on his face – something Clarke was sure she had never seen on him before. He gave her a quick nod (which she eagerly returned) before he turned and walked off.

Clarke was ecstatic. So they still didn't have solid proof that the would-be killer was a girl, but she felt confident it was. Her mind had been telling her so all day. She heard the sound of someone approaching and turned around. Bellamy's face came into view and she gave him an excited smile.

"Wow," he laughed, "Someone's in a good mood." He quipped. Her smile grew as the two started walking.

"I think Miller may have just cracked the case wide open," she exclaimed. Bellamy threw her a questioning look. They reached the dropship and he parted the parachute-made-curtain for her.

"He said he saw someone last night," she said, once she was sure no one was nearby. Bellamy gave her a look to keep going.

"He said he saw a girl." She murmured seriously. Bellamy's face fell and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, cracked the case wide open." He muttered sarcastically. Clarke too raised an eyebrow.

"It's better than nothing, Bellamy." She scolded. He sighed and shook his head.

"That is nothing, Princess." he said. Clarke frowned at him. Had he not seen the shadow too? It had looked like a girl. Plus, Bellamy had certainly done enough to piss off at least half of the girls in camp. Clarke thought back to earlier, when she had seen him flirting with that girl, Mackenzie. She willed the memory to make itself scarce – now was not the time for emotions.

"Bellamy, how many girls have you slept with down here?" she asked him. The question took him by surprise.

"What the hell does"-

-"I'd say quite a few, right?" she interjected. His expression was a cold one and he kept his jaw clenched. Clarke rolled her eyes.

"Quite a few, right? And - I don't know if you've forgotten, but this is a camp full of underage criminals," she snuck the word 'underage' in there, hoping it would make him think twice the next time he decided to bed one of them.

"So it's pretty safe to assume that at least one of those girls is crazy. Or better yet, a murderer." She stated matter-of-factly. Bellamy had dropped his gaze and was scratching his head.

"I guess." He murmured, after a while. Clarke raised her eyebrows and smiled a slightly cocky smile.

"Right. So, I'm glad we've got that sorted," she said, a tone of finality in her voice. He looked up, embarrassment in his eyes, just in time to see her strut out of the dropship.

Apologies for the super long wait (alas, I have no excuse except that I'm one lazy ass) This one's longer than usual and unfortunately without fluff, but it was nevertheless a crucial part to the story. I hope you enjoyed the Blake sibling moment (inspired by the real Blake sibling moment from the AMAZING FINALE OMG NO WORDS CRY HOLD MY HAND) and the Miller bit because man, I love Miller (he's a cool guy) The Octavia pov was kind of spur of the moment, so tell me if you liked it! Anyway, I'll try to update sooner this time (sorry again) and enjoy this last bit of weekend! xxx

P.S Jerry is in fact omg ;)