A/N: Thanks to all of you who have read, favorited and followed, I never really expected to write a second chapter to this. Though saying that this was really hard to write, no idea why I just really struggled. Please don't be too harsh as this is un-betaed so any mistakes are my own. Thanks for reading :)

It had been a week since that morning where Bellamy had kissed her nose and Clarke still wasn't too sure how she was supposed to react. He hadn't said anything outright but she was still on edge. Constantly expecting him to turn her away when she arrived at his tent in the evenings. They'd still fallen asleep together and woken up in the mornings sharing body heat, that hadn't change. The only thing that had changed was Bellamy's actions.

Clarke wasn't well known for taking good care of herself and her personal wellbeing came bottom on the list. However it seemed that Bellamy had taken it upon himself to look after her wellbeing. It had been little things at first. The morning of the kiss he'd dragged her off to the food tent and made her sit until she'd eaten all her rations. Then in the afternoon he'd taken one of the majorly injured adults to Jackson instead of her. Not that she was better qualified but she could have helped. His excuse was he thought she was busy.

After that it had start to get stupid and extremely obvious to everyone. Miller was now turning up at her elbow every lunch time. He always appeared with her lunch rations and a mug of water but didn't leave until she'd finished it all. He'd then go over to Bellamy and have a little chat which ended with Bellamy looking over at Clarke with a big smile. His smile was sort of infectious so she returned it; today was no different except that he looked slightly colder.

This morning one of the younger kids had leant to close to fire and burnt a huge hole in one of the sleeves of his jacket. Naturally while she was checking him for burns Clarke had given him her jacket so he wouldn't get too cold. Unfortunately this resulted in her getting cold instead, a circumstance which Bellamy had noticed. It had taken him all of 10 minutes to notice her shivering hands and then put his own jacket around her shoulders.

He was now shivering himself with his arms wrapped around his torso. Clarke felt sorry from him but then he had offered his jacket. She looked over at Bellamy who was now jogging over to the group of kids making up supplies for the 100; he would probably start shouting in a moment as being cold always made him slightly grumpy. Octavia appear out of nowhere next to him and handed him an old guards jacket just as he was about to open his mouth. Crisis and grumpy Bellamy avoided.

She caught Octavia's eye as she walked off back to her tent and rolled her eyes mocking Bellamy's hate of the cold. Octavia merely smirked at her and raised an eyebrow as she eyed the jacket Clarke was wearing. She averted her eyes as a slight flush crept up her checks. What was happening between her and Bellamy was no business of anyone, including his sister. Clarke loved Octavia but she didn't want to discuss Bellamy and relationships with anyone, least of all his sister.

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"I am not a child anymore Mom, I can take care of myself. If I want to go back to the dropship with the others then I will. You can't stop me."Clarke's voice echoed across the camp, she'd never meant to shout at her Mom but she was getting frustrated. When she got sent down here she had to grow up. Fast. Now her Mom was asking her to be treated like a child again and Clarke wasn't having it.

"I am not a child any more Mom, I can take care of myself. If I want to go back to the dropship with the others then I will. You can't stop me."Clarke's voice echoed across the camp, she'd never meant to shout at her Mom but she was getting frustrated. When she got sent down here she had to grow up. Fast. Now her Mom was asking her to be treated like a child again and Clarke wasn't having it.

"I'm not just your daughter any more, I'm their leader they need me." Her voice softened at this as she was aware of her Mom' dislike of both her role and her co-leader. Bellamy hadn't taken much care to integrate himself with the people from the Ark and as a result her Mom had decided that he was not the type of person she wanted her daughter around.

"No, I'm not letting you go. Last time you where at the dropship you got kidnapped by Mount Weather and then nearly used for your blood" Abby was just as angry as her daughter, though not quite as terrifying. When Clarke was angry the 100 took a step backwards but with Abby they just looked her in the eye. If they did that with Clarke they would be on night patrol for months.

"They're all gone though Mom. We got rid of them. Me and Bellamy. We blew the whole place down. Any way we don't want to stay there we just want to see if there's anything left that might be handy" The anger and frustration had gone from Clarke's eyes. She was going to win this argument with logical thinking, not shouting. "And then we'll..."

"But the Grounder's are still out there" Abby interrupted her daughter looking smug.

"Lexa won't mind us travelling though her territory as long as we don't kill anyone." Clarke returned her mother's smug smile. She was ready for this argument as it had been used by Abby many times to keep her inside the camp grounds, but now it was slightly invalid.

Clarke had managed to make peace with the Grounder commander after they had struck a bargain that involved the Ark people staying with a certain perimeter of Camp Jaha and that they gave up Finn to be dealt with according to the Grounder law. Both sides had also agreed on trading certain goods and skills that were specific to one group of people. As a result Clarke now knew of many new herbs that she could use and the Grounders had benefited as well. It was a good bargain except for losing Finn.

Clarke wasn't too happy with giving Finn up and Raven had nearly blown the camp up trying to save him, but it was the only way to keep the rest of them safe. Finn had been gone for nearly six weeks and with Lexa's refusal to talk about him Abby had proclaimed him dead. It wasn't really that much of a shock for Clarke, as soon as she had seen him massacring that village she knew the boy from the bunker was gone. The peaceful look left his eyes and they had become haunted and scared, full of pain and torment. She had tried to help him but he refused to even talk about what happened. Giving him over to Lexa had been merciful. The Grounder way was to deal out quick deaths not drag them out, if he stayed at Camp Jaha it would have cause pain to Raven and Clarke and Abby was threatening to put him in isolation.

"No. You can't go. I ... I. Just no, Clarke you're not going" Abby was lost for words, Clarke could handle herself without her Mom and all other threats had nearly been neutralized. There was nothing to keep her at Camp Jaha any more.

She could see her Mom conceding to her point of view and constant arguments with Bellamy meant she knew how to quickly take a victory. "Well, then" Clarke replied. "I'll go pack for tomorrow"

She wrapped her arms around her Mom's waist and squeezed tight. Her and Abby might not get along all the time but sometimes Clarke still just needed her Mom. She pulled back and grinned into her mother face assuring her that this was that she wanted. Abby was just opening her mouth to reply as the gates opened reveling a group of 4 who had just come back from a scouting trip.

"Clarke, I need you" Bellamy's voice rang out of the general hubbub of the camp chatter.

He and Octavia were supporting Miller who was hobbling in through the gate. He was favouring his left leg so Clarke assumed that he'd done something to his right leg. It didn't look broken from what she could tell, which was a bonus as it would mean that they could still leave tomorrow.

Snapping into doctor mode Abby turned towards the makeshift med bay. "Alright, get him to medical" She ordered Bellamy and Octavia. They glanced at Clarke who discreetly nodded and then helped Miller over to the med bay that had been set up. Clarke followed at a distance knowing that her Mom would want to take over but unsure of what Miller's reaction to her Mom's treatment.

Clarke had treated all of the 100 at some point and though they had seen other more qualified medical officers they still preferred to come to her with any problems. She had gained their trust and acceptance and that was why she was leaving with them tomorrow.

"Come on, Princess. Stop worrying; it's only a twisted ankle so he'll be ok to walk." Bellamy addressed her with an amused tone to his voice. He always seemed to know when Clarke was fearing the worst and that she couldn't wait to get out of the camp.

She turned to face him with a smile on her face but stopped in shock when she registered the amount of blood and cuts that were scatter over his torso and face.

"Bell, what did you do?"

"Huh?" He had a habit of playing down his own injuries, so probably hadn't noticed.

"Come on" She replied dragging him to their... his tent. They may share but it was still his tent not hers. Where did that come from? It wasn't like she went in her tent any more. It was more of a storage area for the 100 not a place to sleep.

Once getting him inside the tent and away from her mother's beady eye she shouted for Harper to grab her some water and a clean cloth. Her Mom was a great doctor but she wanted to deal with Bellamy herself. He was awful at getting injuries treated and she rather enjoyed telling him off while she was cleaning him up.

Harper appeared at the door with the water and cloth but only stuck her hands in to pass the stuff to Clarke. They other's had a bit of a thing with Bellamy's tent. They refused to come inside unless they could see either Clarke or Bellamy outside. It was a bit silly really considering that there was nothing going on between them, or at least so they said.

"Thanks Harper"

She turned back around to be greeted by a half naked Bellamy. She had seen him without top on before, heck she'd slept on his chest, but still he had a great physic. Her interest in her chest was purely medical, though how he kept himself looking like that she had no clue, there was no time for work outs at camp. She pushed him back onto one of the chairs that had come down with the Arc and dipped the cloth in the water.

"Is this really necessary Clarke?" Bellamy sighed as she reached up to wiped the blood off his face.

"Yep"

She put two fingers under his chin and lifted it so that she could see the cuts clearly. "If you don't try and take care of yourself then you're going to get hurt and then I'm going to have to clean you up." She didn't really mind having to clean him up, but it bothered her that he would come back hurt so often. He was an amazing hunter and there was no reason for him to get hurt. Yet he had a habit of stepping in front of those who were about to, it was an admirable quality but it had cause Clarke to think that he was going to die one time too many.

"Well I could say the same about you" He replied folding him arms over his chest.

"What do you mean?"

She unfolded his arms and applied the water to his chest cleaning each cut as gently as possible. His chest was littered with scars and battle wounds from all the time he had spent fighting on Earth and the Arc. The worst ones were from when he nearly got burnt alive when the Grounders attacked. Then there were the ones from the fights he'd got into with the Reapers and then those that he had gained during his guard training.

"Well... you've got that huge scar up your arm from Mount Weather and you've never even had it check out by your Mom" He raised an eyebrow in her direction.

"That one doesn't count. They had proper medicine so I knew I would be fine. Plus I needed to get into the medical ward. I needed to know what was going on." She had stood up now and was looking him in the eye. He was incredible protective over her, the slightest wound or cough he insisted on her going to her Mom to get it checked out.

"Yeah, well. You should just be more careful." He muttered under his breath in a slightly anger tone.

"I am. Don't worry about me"

"That's the problem Princess. I worry about you far too much." He said into his shirt as he pulled it back over his head.

Once he'd put his shirt back on he looked round for his jacket forgetting that he'd given it to Clarke earlier on that week.

"Sorry, I err... you can have it back it you want." She started to take it off but was stopped when he grabbed the guard's jacket Octavia had given him and put it on.

"You might as well keep it. We'll need all the warmth we can get when we leave tomorrow." He replied with a grin on his face.

Clarke had forgotten how much he hated staying at Camp Jaha. Here he was a delinquent; the man who had shot the chancellor, even thought that had been forgiven. Out with the 100 he was a leader and they all looked up to him and Clarke. She knew she couldn't have lead them without him that was proven when she'd nearly got Murphy killed. Now though it was something more than that. He was her friend, perhaps the best friend she'd had. They understood each other and though they argued a lot and made mistakes, they still supported one another.

"Well then, we better make sure everyone else is ready" She smiled back at him and then walked out the tent as he held the door open. Most of the 100 were ready to go, but those like Jasper who seemed to forget everything might need to be reminded. Tomorrow they were becoming the 100 again, not just a group of delinquents with criminal records.

A/N: I don't hate Finn so I'm sorry for what's happened to him it's just that this was my interpretation of what would have happened after 2x05. Also I have started and planned the next two chapters and they are going to be awesome (hopefully). drunk!Bellamy, affectionate!Bellamy, drunk!Clarke, drunk!Raven. The next chapter should be up at the same time next week, but I'm really busy this weekend so it might be later. Love Janey xx