I just wanted to explain to yall why I do multiple pov's and why there's been more of them than bellarke pov's lately. When I read and a couple get together I sort of lose interest because the chase is over essentially. That's one of the reasons I separated Clarke and Bellamy, to bring a bit of spark back into their relationship lol. Anyway, for those of you who sort of agree with me will probably lose interest in them now that they're together and may stop reading...I've been hoping yall have become at least a little emotionally invested in my other ships to stick around if you feel like bellarke has gone stale. I can admit that now that they're back together and everything appears to be gravy I'm not quite sure how I'm going to keep them exciting, so bare with me please. :)

The song for this chapter is Matt Corby - Take All Of Me watch?v=yffPGs52TuE

AIDEN'S POV:

I slid in the wooden stool at the bar, gestured for some assistance. The dark haired brown eyed girl eyed me up and down with a seductive grin.

"What can I get for you, Wyatt?" She poured me a glass of bourbon, intention heavy in her eyes.

I threw back the bourbon. I needed it right now. Clarke wasn't mine to begin with, but it still felt like I gave her away. I was kidding myself. I'd never have a chance with her. My eyes went to Mandy. I gestured for her to fill up my glass.

"What time do you get off?" I grinned, both of us knowing it didn't reach my eyes.

CLARKE'S POV:

Somehow we made it up the stairs without disconnecting from each other. He lead me towards my room, a grin on his face.

"What do you want, Princess?"

My mind went back to my dream, but this time I wasn't nervous. "I want you." My voice filled with confidence.

He backed me onto the bed and a bead of panic filled me for a different reason. I couldn't do this. Not here. I scrambled away from him, falling off the bed once I took in the red roses, the champagne in a bucket on the bedside table. Guilt filled me.

Bellamy crouched in front of me on the floor, confusion and worry in his brown eyes. "I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm sorry."

I shook my head as I took his hands in mine. "You didn't do anything wrong..." I looked around us, confirming what I felt. "We can't be together, not in this room." I hoped he understood. "This is Aiden's room...I can't do that to him." Nerves racked in me. I knew Bellamy was hot headed at times jealous, but he had reason to be after all we've been through. It'd be weird if he wasn't. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "No, I understand." He brought me to his bare chest. "We don't have to do this tonight."

I met his eyes. "We're doing this tonight." Determination in my voice.

He grinned in amusement. "Where?"

My eyes went to the shower. I jumped up, holding my hand out. He took it.

We laid in bed, his leg draped over mine as we longingly gazed at each other in silence. I couldn't remember a time I'd ever felt so close to someone, so completely connected. From this point on there was no doubt in my mind that I wouldn't be with Bellamy for however long I had left.

My eyes found his, I pulled him down for a kiss. He left his lips on mine for a few moments as his hands trailed down my side. His hand cupped my ass, squeezing it playfully. I giggled, pushing him away. The laughter met his eyes. I knew without a doubt that he believed we'd be together for as long as we lived.

His eyes ran over my face. "What do you want to ask me?"

I cozied closer to him, propping my head up on my hand. "Tell me about your mom. About what it was like on the Ark for you."

He stilled, feeling uncomfortable.

"When we were hallucinating from the nuts you spoke about her a little." My hand played with his damp hair. "What was she like?"

He closed his eyes and remained silent for a while. I continued to play with his hair. "She was a lot like Octavia." He muttered, his eyes still closed. "She was big on family. She went to great lengths to make sure we felt safe." He opened his eyes, finding mine. "When Octavia was born she told me she was my responsibility. Growing up with that sense of duty put a strain on the relationships I wanted to have. I couldn't exactly bring home a girl and introduce her to my mom and sister." He gave a tiny grin, his eyes faraway. "That's why I never talked to you, never approached you."

"You mean you weren't going for the forbidden fruit angle?"

He chuckled. "That would've sounded better, wouldn't it have?"

A grin tugged at my mouth as I remembered seeing him for the first time. "You were reading a book about Earth Skills in the cafeteria in your guardsman uniform. You were obviously older...unattainable and hot."

"I might still have that uniform somewhere if you want to put it to use." He teased.

I laughed, truly considering it. "Okay, cadet."

He frowned, his eyes narrowed in thought. "Not as sexy as I initially thought."

My hand yanked on his hair playfully. "Yeah, whatever."

"This was worth it though." He grinned. "Even if you do have a few too many admirers."

I blushed. "You know none of them matter, right?"

He stayed quiet, making me worried.

"Bell, I don't have feelings for Aiden or Lexa. Especially not Finn."

He gave a small laugh. "I know...it's just that everyone who has or had feelings for you are all in the same place now. It's going to be awkward."

I huffed, knowing he was right. "Time heals all wounds."

His eyes narrowed at my cliche. "I hope you don't become a motivational speaker."

My mind went to Aiden. I really did feel bad for him, but there was nothing I could do to make him feel better, to make him get over me. I met Bellamy's eyes. "Let's get ice cream."

A siren sounded from nearby. We turned towards the noise, the white and red lights illuminating the streets. My heart sped up as the truck raced past us to what had to be the hospital. Our eyes met. My hand pulled out my phone, I dialed Aiden's number only to hear endless ringing. Worry set in. All I could think was it was one of my people that died. I tried him again with no answer.

"We have to get to everyone else."

We headed towards the apartments, needing answers.

I left out this first part from Eli's POV last chapter that I felt was important to understand the setting. My bad yall

ELI'S POV:

Once I got my leg treated and everyone was checked out and shot up, we each were given our own apartment, but they all had adjoining doors. Finn was to my right while Lexa and Kane were privileged enough to enough to stay in higher class suites. I couldn't tell how long we'd been here, hours or minutes. I just knew I'd never felt anything like a hot shower and an actual bed.

For a while, I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering why it was so strange I didn't recognize myself. It wasn't like we hadn't had access to reflective surfaces, but that was rare to come by. Was this what Finn saw? What everybody saw?

A surge of anger woke me up from my nap. If what Bellamy had indicated was true then screw Finn. How could he like me? We were friends. Well, maybe a little more than friends, but I could be mad at him for potentially ruining the only good relationship I've had with anyone in years. I didn't have any family left. For a long time I thought Kai was my family. Being close to Finn made me realize that I didn't have to be treated like property to feel close to people. I craved another person's presence. A big part of my saving Finn was wanting to not be alone, the bigger part was trying to save his life.

My eyes took in everything around me as I layed in bed. This bed would be the death of me. The warm sheets, the big puffy blanket, the floppy pillows. One could die a happy man in this.

A knock on the door interrupted my rantings of a madman. "Come in."

I knew it was Finn, but I didn't expect him to use the front door and not the adjoining door that connected our rooms. He popped his head in. "You decent?" His eyes ran over my body.

I had a feeling that Bellamy was right.

"You look ridiculous." He entered with a grin. he gestured to my white shirt and grey sweatpants.

I laughed. "Yeah, well so do you." He wore a similar outfit.

He came to lay by me. I felt my body tense up for the first time in his presence. What was that about?

"What's going on with you?" He turned those brown eyes on me once he got comfortable.

I tried to relax my muscles, but couldn't. Maybe they were tense for what I was about to ask, for what could change if I asked him this question. If it turned out he didn't feel anything beyond friendship for me then he could get angry and pull away and I'd lose the only person I had left. Although, Finn wasn't the type to get offended in that way. He was pretty open minded.

"I need to ask you something." I turned my head towards him, not realizing how close we were. My breath caught in my throat under his intense gaze. I didn't want to do this to us.

"I think I know what it's about." His gaze lingered on my face, like he was proving what I was afraid of.

I made myself look him in the eye. "It's not true, is it?"

"You tell me." His eyes dipped to my lips and before I knew it he had taken over my mouth. For a few moments I forgot who I was kissing and I let myself partake in the fun, only to pull away with wide eyes. What had I done?

He tried to hide the hurt look on his face, but I could read him well. "What?"

I had to tell him the truth, I couldn't lie to him. Well, I could. I could entertain whatever he wanted to play, but that wouldn't be fair to either of us. "I'm not into you that way." I couldn't look at him, not when it was me who hurting him, so I stood.

"You're lying." He sat up on the bed.

"Why? Because I'm gay and I have to have feelings for you because you're a guy?" Anger poked it's way to the surface. Was that what he really thought of me? That I went around liking every guy I saw? "Sorry, it doesn't work that way."

He stopped me in my tracks with his eyes, so much anger in them. "That's not what I meant."

"Then why are you mad at me?" I didn't want to yell, but I could feel it in my bones that there was no good way this could end. Not between us.

"Because I'm this way because of you!"

My body stilled as I stared at him. "What?"

He looked at me like he knew I'd get it eventually. "I'm not attracted to other guys, Eli. Just you." He searched my eyes for who knows how long.

How do I react to something like that? Just yesterday I found out there was a chance Finn liked me, now he was telling me all of this bullshit I didn't want to hear because I'm selfish...and I didn't want anything to change between us. How could we go back after what's been said with it hanging between us? How could we pretend nothings changed?

"I don't know what to tell you." I made sure to leave pity out of my voice because I knew he hated it. "I don't feel that way about you." He narrowed his eyes. Was I lying? We were friends. We've been friends in my mind for three months, nothing more. "You-you're my only friend and I thought you were still in love with Clarke."

"How could I still be in love with Clarke when I'm in love with you?"

I went rigid. All I wanted to do was cover my eyes and make nonsensical noises to block out his claims. There was definitely no going back after that. Had I enticed him? He said he was this way because of me. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of liking men - or liking me - and it was somehow all my fault. Part of me wasn't surprised. I was a ruiner. Everything I had eventually turned to ruins in some way because of me. Why didn't I realize Finn was no different sooner? Maybe I could've spared him.

This was too much. I turned away from him. Where was fresh air when you needed it?

He sighed. There was silence for a few moments before he asked, "You're telling me that you haven't thought about us before, not even for a second?"

Well, I was thinking about us now, did that count?

I shook my head, knowing he wouldn't want that answer.

He came into view again, looking up at me with those brown babies. "You kissed me back. Why?"

I had to look away. Why had I kissed him? Saying I wasn't sure wouldn't be good enough, but I had no better answer for him.

"I'm not sure." I met his eyes.

Where had my attraction for him gone? Those first few days I loved teasing him, but I never really considered that anything would happen or change. I looked at him now and saw a thin face, shoulder length brown hair, full lips, and brown puppy dog eyes. I knew deep down that if I hadn't lived the way I lived I would've made a move. That realization alone changed everything for me in that moment. I didn't have to dig hard to find the qualities I admired about Finn. He was a survivor, funny, he could match my sarcasm, he didn't look at me and just see a gay boy. We trusted each other with our lives, my aching leg was proof of that. We could talk about anything together, usually during the late hours of the night that was exactly what we did. Despite his past, he was a peaceful guy. He wore his heart on his sleeve and in this world that was bad. Now we're in a different world, so maybe that wasn't so bad. I took him in again. An attractive face, tousled dark brown hair, a slight peppering of stubble. Those brown eyes stared up at me expectantly. What do I tell him? I just a few seconds ago rethought you to be hot and I played over our best moments in my head, so now I might like you?

I cleared my throat. "We're not going to happen, Finn." Part of me was hoping he'd call me out on it, but he never did.

He looked away with a few stiff nods before heading for the front door.

"Finn?"

He stopped with the handle in his hand, but otherwise didn't turn around.

What could I say to make this better? If I just left it alone would we still be pretending we were just friends?

He opened the door and left.

BELLAMY'S POV:

We looked back at the apartments with no luck. How we found them in the first place was beyond me. The only way to find the Wyatt's building was to ask around. Apparently, their building had a big sign of their family name. We didn't bother telling reception we were here. The elevator brought us to the top floor after a few minutes of tense silence.

Clarke and I shared a look at the arguing as the doors opened.

"What do you want from me, dad?" Aiden demanded, like he was suggesting his father didn't fit the role.

"I get a call that you're dumbass is piss drunk

James stood there, his hands by his side, a stern and disappointed glint in his eyes. Evan and a woman that had to be their sibling stood with worried eyes. Lexa sat in a chair at the long glass table, trying to disappear. They all turned towards us.

Aiden gazed at Clarke longingly. "Great. You're here." He turned to his dad. "You see them together, don't you? She doesn't want me. You're plan to reunite the world is going to have to wait another generation, sorry to disappoint you again."

His brother stepped forward, his hands raised in surrender. "No one's disappointed in you, Aiden." His voice calm.

Aiden let out a dark chuckle, his eyes on his dad. "That right, James? I'm not the bastard son you wish you never had."

Clarke stilled next to me. I looked down at her, wondering what she was thinking. She said she didn't have feelings for Aiden and I believed her, but she felt guilty enough to drive us to the shower so we wouldn't have to do it on his bed, in his room.

James' hand flashed out and slapped his son in the face. Aiden tumbled to the floor, his eyes bloodshot, his nose runny. "You will never be my blood, but you will always be my son." James glared at him. "You will respect me and all that I've done for you."

Evan and his sister just stood there.

Clarke turned toward me, pity in her blue eyes before she went to him, hugging him. Surprisingly, not even a sliver of jealousy sprouted up. This was who Clarke was, a giver.

"Now if you all excuse me, I need to get back to my meeting with The Commander."

I went to help Clarke pick Aiden up. We were almost to the door when Lexa said, "We can reschedule, Mr. Wyatt. It's been a long day anyway." She walked over to us. Jealousy reared it's head when she neared. Clarke responded to her to tell her it was nice to see her.

The sister jumped into the elevator at the last second. She held his face up, making him look at her. "Listen to me, you're one of us. You're a Wyatt, okay? Dad's just dealing with a lot of stress right now."

He fell into her arms. I didn't know how she managed to hold him up with him being twice her size. "Let's get you home."

"No!" He shouted. "It's ocupado."

Now I felt guilty.

"You can stay with me, then, but I have a lot of work to do and I have to get up early to prep for a board meeting." She thought it over. I didn't know her well, but she seemed the business as usual type.

"We can go somewhere else, Talia." Clarke supplied.

I looked at her. Where were we going to go?

"Or he could stay with me." Lexa offered.

We turned toward her in the corner.

"You don't have to do that." Clarke said.

She had a controlled look in her eyes as she stared at Clarke. "I don't mind. I could use the company anyway."

My mind went to her previously killed Second in Command. If I were her, I wouldn't want to be alone in this place either. I didn't trust it. Granted, Aiden was one of them, the people that lived here.

"Okay, thanks." Talia shot her a grateful look with tired eyes.

Clarke and I shared a look. Now was not the time to ask questions. Tomorrow.

OCTAVIA'S POV:

Murphy came into view, a grin of his perfect face as he crouched down in front of me. His sky blue eyes stared longingly at me. "You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?"

I let out a relieved laugh, bringing my arms around his neck. He held me tight. "I missed you."

He laughed. "I know." He pulled away too soon, taking me in with a worried crinkle on his forehead. "You're dying."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're strong, O. You can get through this, all you have to do is fight." He stressed.

Confusion filled my mind. It was like he was talking in codes. "I don't understand. You're here. I'm okay."

His eyes saddened. "No, you're not." He caressed my face. "I miss you, too."

He disappeared before my eyes as my throat constricted as I gasped for air. I shook my head. "Come back." I begged between breaths.

"Octavia." A woman's voice broke me out of my daze. Indra sat in front of me before slapping me in the face.

My head turned, automatically stinging from the blow. I coughed for a few moments once I caught my breath I relaxed. My mind replayed the event that took place in my head. In my head. If I could separate it from me and keeping going I would. Heaviness settled over me.

"You're okay. You should probably drink some water. We have to find a stream or lake, which by judging of the size of that ocean won't be close. You can't drink that salt water, it'll just dehydrate you more."

"I saw him." I muttered.

"Who?"

"John Murphy." I sighed, exhausted.

She pulled me into her arms, rocking me back and forth. Silent tears ran down my face. I didn't know how I had any left. "You're going to be okay. You're a part of my people. We always overcome."

My eyes rolled. It didn't seem like it. If this was overcoming, I didn't want it. If this was how I was supposed to become a better warrior, I didn't want it. I just wanted my family back.

A/N: Sorry this chapter lacked a little. I've been having allergies really bad the last few days and everyone knows what sinus headaches feel like. Anyway, I hope yall enjoyed :)