Not knowing where else to go, Clarke knocked on Raven's door. As the only person in Shaw living by herself, Raven had the room to accommodate a guest, but the sneer on Raven's face made her wonder if there weren't somewhere she could've gone.

"What do you want, Clarke?"

"I need a place to stay. Got any ideas? You built this village, and fisa house is full up, so I was hoping you'd point me to where I could sleep tonight."

"I have two rooms. O said I'd need them since this doubles as my workshop, but I never use the other room." She turned and pointed to a door. "It's back there."

It appeared to be an invitation, so Clarke walked in and closed the door behind her. "Wow, I didn't know you had all this." The walls were covered with hooks and shelves containing everything from metal and plastic to schematics and tools. A cot in the corner told her that Raven hadn't lied when she said she didn't use the other room.

"Someone has to keep this place running." Raven sat at a table cluttered with small pieces of steel and finished schematics for landmines.

"Looks like you've been working on landmines for a while now."

"Yeah, well, they're tricky. If I didn't have complete working designs for them, the suggestion wouldn't have helped anyone." Raven tinkered with the parts. "No offense but I have to get this modified to work with Monty's formula."

"Okay. I'll see you in the morning." Clarke opened the door to the back room, but Raven stopped her.

"Do you even feel bad?"

Without turning around, Clarke said, "No."

"You're a real piece of shit, Clarke. All those people you killed. The Mountain Men, the other Ark survivors, the reapers, Finn. You tased him and punctured his carotid while he couldn't move and was terrified. What I wouldn't do to wipe you off the planet?" Raven sounded so incensed that Clarke turned to face her.

She found a sharp pick and offered the hilt to Raven. "Then wipe me off the planet. I won't stop you."

Instead of taking the weapon, Raven punched Clarke in the mouth, splitting both lips. Blood spurted into Raven's face.

The blood and pain didn't affect Clarke the way Raven wanted. "Feel better?"

"No." Raven turned away again as she used her sleeve to clean her face. "Go to bed."

Clarke left Raven to her frustration and tears. Sleep came easy for Clarke, lulled by the throbbing of her cut lips.

The routine changed little despite missing a family member. Clarke staying with Raven meant nothing other than less food getting used on the practical end. But tensions ran high between Kevin and Bellamy. Kevin calmed down when Clarke told him that Daddy Bell wasn't the bad guy in this. That he'd been trying to protect the boy.

"But I don't need protected from you, Mommy." He wrapped his arms around her neck and it took Murphy bribing him with a toy for him to release her.

At home, the men woke up with the sun. They cooked, ate, washed up and got dressed then went to work, or in Kevin's case, lessons.

Octavia, Lincoln, and their guards had left the day before and by now had reached the point of not making it back in time to save them if their defenses didn't hold.

The last of the landmines were planted, and guards and scouts patrolled at all hours.

"You should take Kevin to see Clarke." Murphy packed Kevin's bag. "You should spend time with her too."

Bell laughed short and disdainful. "Excuse me but weren't you the guy that ignored her for weeks?"

"Yeah, but I'm an asshole. You might put on a good show of it, but that isn't you." Murphy hit Bellamy in the chest with the bag.

"She's not who I thought she was, now drop it."

"No. You're the jackass that expected her to be like you. Everybody thinks everyone like them deep inside. That any discrepancies are just surface bullshit that doesn't matter, and I hate to bear bad news, but most people are exactly what the seem. You just have to pay attention."

"But Clarke is like you."

"It'd be nice, but that's not likely." Murphy sniffed and wiped under his nose with his sleeve. "I'd love to have someone that understood me, but Clarke just shut down after everything she's been through and had to do whether by choice or on instinct. I gave her an easy way out for a while. Allowed her to color her memories with how she numb she is right now. She'll let the feelings back in when she's ready. Now stop being a dick and go talk to her."

"And I think everything you just said is just you trying to get me to play the game by your rules." Bellamy called Kevin since he didn't see him right away when he opened the door.

Kevin ran up and attached himself to Bellamy's leg. "Take me to Mommy, Papa Bell!"

"If you won't listen to me, listen to your son." Murphy shrugged and walked off toward Raven's place to see Clarke. He noticed that his family wasn't behind him. He didn't even knock on the door and ignored Raven beating him with one hand while she held a towel over her bare chest with the other. When he got in the back room he tossed himself on the bed next to Clarke. "Hi, honey, I'm home! Isn't that what they used to say?"

"Fucking prick!" Raven slammed the door he hadn't bother to shut.

Clarke raised an eyebrow at Murphy's wide smile. "I have to live with her you know. And every time you walk in like you live here, she bitches at me for hours later. Last night I wanted to knock her unconscious so I could sleep off the chemical headache I got making a new batch of meds with Monty and Alice."

"Fine. I'll knock. But you're ruining my fun. She's so easy to get a rise out of." Murphy played with the hair on the side of Clarke's face before leaning in and kissing her temple and across her jaw.

She pushed him away. "Not this week. I doubt Raven wants us painting her bed scarlet."

"But you usually love that cause it eases your cramps." He thought about kissing her again not to go anywhere else, but he wouldn't push.

"I know." Clarke whined. "Tell me Bell's coming around."

"I'm working on it. You know I'll get him to, it'll take figuring out the right thing to say. He's difficult. I can't bully him, and he's harder to manipulate. Though I have to say, I've never tried manipulating anyone to make them do the decent thing. You guys have ruined me." He let his head drop to the mat. "Can I at least get a decent kiss to tide me over?"

She smiled and leaned in close. "Just a little one." She kissed him with a closed mouth but for a stretch indicative of their more passionate ones.

"Hmm, you should kiss me that way more often. Makes me have to use my imagination. Consider what I'll do next time."

"Get Bellamy to invite me home and you could get me to do almost anything." She rolled off the bed. "Time for us to get to work."

They hadn't even gotten the door when screams shattered their peace. Murphy and Clarke saw their village panicking, rushing out with foreign warriors chasing them. They were running out of the village and in their haste they were tripping landmines. "How'd they get past the mines?"

In the distance, was their son. "Kevin!" But he didn't hear her and sprinted off. She chased after him, Murphy right next to her as they kept screaming his name. Kevin was less than five feet away from where the mines were, and John needed to catch up by two to save him, but an arrow pierced Kevin's chest but Murphy caught him before he hit the ground. They dodged the mines and didn't stop running until they heard Bellamy shouting for Kevin. Murphy handed Kevin over to Clarke, so he could get Bell.