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Bellamy POV

I wake up in the middle of the night with such a clear sense of what I have to do it's as if I formally planned it. I look at my bare chest, where Clarke lays sleeping peacefully. the sheet's pulled down enough so that her bare shoulder and back are exposed, shining softly in the light of the emergency lights, and I find myself overwhelmed with the desire to see her bare skin in the natural light. I already hate the mountain men's tunnels and I'm only on my second night here. Still tonight this is where I need to be.

Clarke held it together pretty well earlier. Hell she even managed to carry on an unrelated conversation after that blond douche dropped the "I'm your baby daddy" bomb on her. She got a sense the scope of what he wanted, allowing his people to move into the lower level as a collective and gather salvageable supplies, and even a sense for the manpower the move would require on our end before ending the conversation with a non-committal promise to bring the matter before the council. She was so civil, so professional through the whole thing that a part of me began to wonder if she wasn't all that upset about the news? I found that in the bitterest part of my mind I was entertaining the idea that maybe she was glad to find out he was from a powerful family, that maybe being pregnant with the great-grandson of a president helped assuage her pride, and that maybe she thought this guy was a good pick for her after all.

But as soon as we left the room and got past Addison and her cronies, Clarke had reached for my hand and squeezed it as hard as she could. By the time we got back to her chamber silent tears were streaming down her face. I had wrapped my arms around her, letting her sob into my chest.

"I'm sorry," she'd choked out with her head against my chest, "I don't mean to be such a mess. But God Bellamy, I just don't know how to deal with something like this."

I'd held her close and told her it was alright until she began to move in my arms. I was stupid for not realizing that Clarke Griffin was the kind of woman who initiates things when she feels like being distracted. All of a sudden what had been a comradely hug became a lovers embrace. She'd turned her tear-streaked face up and dared me to kiss her, her blue eyes watery but full of budding hunger, and I'd taken the bait. I'd kissed her more fiercely than I can ever remember kissing anyone. All I could think about was wanting to make her focus on me, on what I was doing to her, rather than the horrific burden she was having to face down. I teased, I caressed, I did everything I could to work her into a frenzy. What I hadn't counted on was her catching me off guard and taking control until I was barely hanging on my a thread.

We'd collapsed, satisfied and exhausted, and she'd admitted in a small voice, some of the troubles learning about Rex had brought to her mind. She took barely a half hour to let herself cope before she remembered herself and jumped back into work. It wasn't until hours later that she'd retired back to her room, and it wasn't until an hour after that that she'd summoned me into her bedroom once more.

Now lying here with her small but strong frame cushioned against mine and I struggle half heartedly against the burning desire to deal with this issue. Finding out that her child's father was alive, largely guiltless and knowledgable out her condition is causing Clarke to worry about what he will say, and even whether or not he will make some sort of claim over her child once it is born. She's currently not comfortable unequivocally telling him to back off, but I sure as hell am.

Gently I push my way out of bed. She mumbles incoherently in protest, but then snuggles in to the warm blankets where I had been laying and continues to sleep. I feel a pull on my heart. When we get back I'll have to give her up. Clarke can't have me ruining her reputation, and we both know she's just using me as a crutch to deal with what she's been through. Not that I mind being used, but a girl like Clarke Griffin would never actually want to be with me for real. I have to prepare myself for the fact that when we get back she'll probably want to get back with Finn. Maybe I should start getting distance now...

I swirl these ideas around in my mind as I pad noiselessly down the hall. The temperature underground runs hot, and I only bothered to pull on pajama pants and a white tee shirt, I didn't even put on shoes. Not my most intimidating showing but it will have to do.

When I get to the office he's not waiting for me, unsurprising since its three in the morning, so I bang on the door to the panic room. It's louder than I anticipated, but has the undeniably satisfying effect of being a menacing as hell sound. Good, I want him off his game. He was too ready with answers earlier, that was a convo he'd clearly thought through a few times. I want answers from the unrehearsed Rex. I want to talk to the guy who threatened to kill Kane after we questioned his grandfather. Him I at least believed.

"What the hell?!" He growls angrily, coming to the door with sleep still in his eyes.

"We need to talk."

I'm grateful I mastered the art of sounding commanding during my stint as the leader of the hundred. Hopefully I can out it to better use this time...

"Ah I was wondering if you'd show up. I saw the way she selected you to stay for our little chat. Are you intimate with her? I read her whole file after I found out she was carrying my child, I know she didn't come to us a virgin. Was that you?"

I slam my fist against the door again, and am rewarded by the sound of a frightened sob echoing out from behind Rex. He tries to smirk but only ends up looking like he'd like to slit my throat.

"See here's where you fucked up," I say trying to infuse my voice with as much deadly venom as I can, "you think that being the donor will be beneficial to you, so you told Clarke, and now you're making it no secret to me, which makes it seem like you'll tell your tale to whoever will listen."

"It's not a tale, that baby is mine-"

"Your wrong. That baby is Clarke's. You have nothing to do with it. In fact, you'd be best served by forgetting it exists entirely. Because if you keep insisting that baby is yours, someone might listen. And I can tell you right now, the only person in our camp who will see that little fact as a reason to work with you, is Clarke. He mother will see it as a reason to kill you slowly, and I kind of see it as a reason not to stand in Abby's way. Being Clarke's baby daddy makes you a liability and brings into question whether or not you will ever leave us alone if we show you mercy. So do yourself and your people a favor and forget Clarke's condition all together."

He glares at me but with only a fraction of the harshness he'd held before. I can tell he's actually thinking about what I said. He looks back into the room where I know others of his people are crowded.

"Thank you for the warning. I won't mention it to anyone but Clarke if she asks."

"Good."

I turn to go.

"Blake!" He calls from behind me. I turn back to him, surprised at both the desperation in his voice and the fact he knows my name.

"Will you at least, just tell me when it's born? This is the end of the line for me and my people. Please just let me know and promise me you'll look after mother and child. Do that and I'll be happy to keep it to myself."

I nod, unsure of how I feel about informing him of the birth, but absolutely prepared to make the second promise.

"I'll keep them both safe. Don't worry about that."