This is my last update of the year! I just wanted to say a massive thank you to all of your support you guys have shown me and reviews that you have left. I'll be back around February next year, but until then, I'm still able to be reached through here if you send me a PM, or if you wanted to add me on Facebook or Snapchat :) Also, make sure you check out the authors note at the bottom in regards to my upcoming stories.

Clarke swallowed, her eyes widening as she looked at him. She wet her lower lip with her tongue, trying to school her features into a calm expression as she flickered her gaze over him. She let go of Ravens hand and turned slowly in her chair, not wanting to spook him and cause some sort of snap reaction. If he didn't have the gun in his hand and the wired expression on his face, then she would think that he was there to take over from Drew's watch.

But she could definitely tell he wasn't there to take over from Drew.

One glance at him and she knew instantly that things weren't right.

"Dax..." she began, keeping her voice soft. "Are you okay?" Dax was letting out short breaths through his nose, and he began tapping the muzzle of his gun against his thigh loosely, as though to a beat in his head. He looked torn, his eyes jerking around the room. Clarke was chewing down on her lip, hard, trying to stop herself from panicking. The pain coming from her lip and slight metallic taste of blood was enough to keep her anchored, and she attempted a smile. "Dax..."

"You need to be quiet, Clarke," he suddenly said to her, his voice abrupt. Clarke felt herself tense at his words, hearing the grate in his tone. Part of her was saying that she should do what he said, but the other part of her said that if she left him alone with the ramblings going on in his head would be a really bad idea. So she went with her second thought, and kept going.

"Dax, whatever is wrong, we can work it out. We can talk about it," she continued soothingly, lowering her voice so as not to scare him. "But first, I think that you should put the gun down."

"I can't do that, Clarke," Dax growled, the gun in his hand suddenly stilling and his head snapped up to glare at her. She was shocked by the furious look in his eyes and her stomach tightened, ice running through her veins. She had always been good at keeping her cool though, or at least looking as though she was—it all came with the life style she had grown up in. So she forced a smile and slowly stood up from her chair.

"Why not, Dax? What's wrong?" She was trying to take in everything she could without making it obvious what she was doing. There was something wrong with his eyes. Apart from looking torn, his pupils were also blown, and she could see the trace of something white just under his nose. "Dax, do you think that things are a little crazy right now because you're on something? Coke, maybe?" Dax didn't say anything, his lips were pinched. "Dax..." Clarke took a step closer, her fingers twitching at her side, wondering how much closer she was going to need to get before she could make a move for the gun.

And where were all the doctors and nurses?

Usually they were swarming up and down this floor at all hours of the day and night, given it was the intensive care unit.

"Dax—"

"I'm sorry, okay, Clarke?!" Dax snapped at her, looking a whole lot more focused, and taking a step further into the room, forcing Clarke to jump back at his words. It was as though he had finally made his decision and now he was glaring at her with a purpose. "I like you, and I like Raven, and I didn't want to hurt her, and I don't want to hurt you—"

"You did this to Raven?!" Clarke cried, unable to bit back her words, her eyes widening in horror. "How could you do that, Dax?!" So much for trying to handle this diplomatically. Her bright blue eyes then narrowed at him and she clenched her jaw angrily. "You fucking pathetic—"

"I'm sorry!" Dax said adamantly, as though he really meant it, but he was still stepping toward her menacingly, crowding her against the Raven's bed.

"We're your friends—your family, Dax!" Clarke continued, figuring she was already on the defensive, there really wasn't any going back. "How could you have anything to do with what happened to Raven?!" She stepped up to Dax, meeting his gaze defiantly and she could see him faltering slightly.

"I didn't mean for her to get hurt!" Dax put one hand to his head, his eyes spinning upwards as he backed away from her and began pacing the room. "She just—she saw me with Cage and I—I had to take care of her—"

"Take care of her?" Clarke spat out at him. Despite how angry she was, her eyes watched him as he kept pacing, turning her body to the side as he kept pacing, sliding her phone out of her pocket and fumbling with screen. Dax had turned to the window, and common sense would usually have her running for the door, but she couldn't leave him alone in the room with Raven. Not when it looked as though his intentions of coming here were to finish off her best friend. "So you're the one that ran her off the road?!" Her finger swiped across the screen and unlocked her phone. She glanced down and went into her call logs, pressing down on Bellamy's recent call, dialing him back.

"I had to do it," Dax was mumbling, his words all running together. Clarke guessed that it was his high catching up with his paranoia and panic at the situation. "I couldn't let—" he was cut off when there were three loud beeps, coming from her phone, indicating that the call couldn't be made to Bellamy because there was no reception.

That was when the tables flipped and Dax spun around to face her, his face set.

"Who are you trying to call?!" He snapped at her.

"No one," Clarke tried to reassure him.

"No, you're trying to call someone!" His gaze sharpening and scanning her over, the gun lifting in his hand, his hold steady again. With the way his eyes were looking at her now, she knew that she was out of time. His voice rose. "Who are you trying to—" Clarke's hand whipped upward and smacked him in the nose, sending his head snapping backwards as he let out a grunt. There was a crunch of bone breaking under the palm of her hand and she ducked under his arm and made a break for the door. There was blood dripping from his face, through the fingers of the hand he was trying to hold his nose with.

He let out a growl as she ran from the room, hearing her scream out for nurses and doctors as her feet pounded down the floor. He glanced at Raven in the bed, but made a split decision that Clarke was the bigger problem here, and took off after her.

"Nurse! Help!" Clarke screamed out as she looked up and down the floor, the whole place whipping past her as she kept running. She wasn't going to slow down and risk a glance over her shoulder, because she knew that as soon as Dax got over his surprise at her attack, he was going to be after her. She heard a grunt and a shout behind her, and she knew that he had managed to regain his composure. There were a few nurses who looked up and frowned at her, and then their expressions quickly turned to panic when they saw Dax, blood streaming down his face and a gun in his hand, running after her.

"Clarke!" She heard Dax roar after her and her eyes bounced around the hallway, trying to find anywhere else she could run. The end of the floor was quickly approaching, and there was no way in hell that she could press the button for the elevator and wait for it to come up to their level. So she turned to the right, shoving open the fire exit door and stumbling out onto the narrow metal steps. For a second, she froze. The alarm had been triggered the instant she had opened the fire exit door, and it blared loudly, piercing her eardrums.

She quickly recovered, pushing the door shut behind her as she stared down the steps. There was a mental note to herself that if she managed to get the four floors down from where she was at the moment, then she would definitely say something to the hospital about the state of the steps, all rickety and wobbling underfoot. She got one floor down and then heard a crash above her, and Dax stormed out onto the landing. Clarke swallowed hard as she stopped, looking back up at him and he met his gaze.

"Dax—Dax, please stop—" he wasn't listening, because he started down the steps and Clarke couldn't risk him catching up, so she started running again. Her breathing was labored as she managed to get down to the second storey. She heard her name, but she tried to ignore it, thinking that it was Dax. She almost tripped as she reached the ground floor, but she regained her balance, letting out a squeak when she heard Dax trample down the steps just above her head.

"Clarke!" She heard her name again and this time she knew it wasn't Dax. It was coming from in front of her and she looked up, trying to focus through the up and down bouncing motion of her running.

Bellamy.

"Clarke!" He shouted again, climbing out of his car and jogging toward her. His eyes went wide as he looked above her, over her shoulder and toward the hospital, where undoubtedly Dax was chasing after her.

"Bellamy!" Clarke cried out, changing her direction slightly, so that she was running across the grass and toward the parking lot. Bellamy's car was pulled up alongside the curb, and the engine was still turned on. "Bellamy!" Clarke shouted out again, her chest tightening when she saw Bellamy's eyes widen suddenly, and then he was reaching behind him and pulling out a gun. Clarke's legs buckled in surprise and she couldn't help but stop and look over her shoulder, wanting to know why he looked horrified and had suddenly pulled out a gun.

Dax.

He was now only a few meters behind her and he was holding his gun in his hand.

He had seen Bellamy, and he stopped, lifting up his gun and aiming it at Clarke, a dangerous glint in his eye.

There was a rush in her ears and she felt as though her heart skipped a beat.

"Clarke, get down!" Bellamy shouted, and she didn't second guess him for one moment, dropping to the wet grass and putting her hands over her head just as two gun shots went off.

Now, something that I wanted to ask everyone, is if you can all check out the upcoming stories on my profile, and let me know what your top three picks would be? Just so I have an idea of the ones that people are looking forward to and can focus on those :)

The things that I'm into at the moment are Charles/Erik from X-Men, the reboot trilogy, with Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy. Holy shit. So beautiful. Completely obsessed. And then it's like I've become re-obsessed with Derek/Stiles from Teen Wolf. The songs I've had on replay are Can't Fight This Feeling by Justin Timberlake, which I know has been completely overplayed, but it's just such a happy song, I'm totally in love! And the second one is Last Night On Earth by Delta Goodrem, which is just so sweet. And the last one is Give It Up To Me by Sean Paul and Keyshia Cole, an old one.

Right! So, I'll be back next year, pretties :) Until then, one last review? Pretty please? And I'll send out a preview :)

Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year to you all :) xxx