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The moment Clarke's eyes opened she questioned whether or not she had made it to heaven. Maybe if she sat up, her father would be waiting for her at the end of the room. But when she lifted her body slightly, pain shot through her stomach, her vision beginning to focus.

She was still on the drop ship.

"Clarke?" It was Raven. Instantly, she was by her side, the back of her hand pressed against Clarke's forehead.

"Looks like your fever's finally gone." She smiled. It was a smile soaked with relief.

"How am I..."

"Alive?"

Clarke nodded, as Raven placed a hand on her shoulder and gently made her lay back down.

"It wasn't as bad as we had thought. Once I was able to stitch up one of your cuts, it was easier for me to wipe off the blood. Murphy did make four cuts on your stomach, but only one of them needed stitches. The seaweed was more than enough for the others. They were practically scratches. They looked a lot deeper with all the blood though..." She swallowed.

"I'm so sorry I scared you like that."

Clarke took her hand.

"You helped save my life, Raven. You don't need to apologize."

"You've been out for a few days. Bellamy has been going crazy. I mean...more so than usual. " She laughed lightly.

"Shit. He's going to be pissed that he wasn't here when you woke up."

Clarke felt her face go warm. She had almost forgotten about the things he had said...the kiss he had given in her in what she believed had been her last moments. What if he hadn't meant it?

"I should get him."

"Oh, I'm sure he's busy." Her nerves were getting the best of her.

"Not for you." With that, Raven left. As each second ticked by, her heart sped up.

At least it's still working.

But when a sound came from the floor and Bellamy's head appeared, it stopped.

"Clarke." Her name slipped through his lips in a sigh of relief. He grabbed a cup of water on his way over and brought it to her mouth. She hadn't realized just how dry her throat was until she took a sip.

It was good to see his face again.

He smirked.

"You're staring."

Her gaze flickered away and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She had never been one to get nervous around boys, although Bellamy was more of a man. Still, she hadn't realized the power he had over her when it came to her heart.

"And blushing."

"Shut up." She grabbed her cheeks. "I am not."

He looked smug and she wanted to throw something at him but had nothing in reach aside from the cup in her hand and she didn't want to risk breaking it. He gently slid her legs over to give himself room to sit on the table.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore...but I think I'll live." His face went very serious, despite the little smile she gave him.

"That's not funny, you know."

"I know." She bit at the inside of her lip. The only time she ever saw him like this was when he was with Octavia. If something like this had happened to Clarke the day they arrived to Earth, Bellamy probably would have celebrated. Now... things were so different between them, she didn't know what to think. He clearly cared. That much, she was sure.

"We should talk."

Who knew three words could feel like a kick in the gut.

"I know." She said quietly. "You don't have to explain."

"Wait, what?" He arched an eyebrow, confusion seeping into his features.

"Sometimes in situations involving a lot of stress, people tend to say things they don't mean. I won't hold it against you." She thought of Finn and Raven. How much it had hurt. Luckily, nothing had really happened between her Bellamy except for an exchange of words and a little kiss. If she could get over Finn, she could get over this. She was strong.

Bellamy chuckled, and Clarke reddened even more.

"I meant it."

"Are you sur-"

"Clarke." He placed his hand over hers. "I. Meant. It."

She went quiet for a moment, and then nodded.

"Good."

They smiled at one another.

"I just wanted to know what you were doing out there by yourself." He finally asked.

"I wasn't by myself...I was with Murphy." Just saying his name aloud made her flinch.

"Why the hell would you go anywhere alone with him?" Bellamy's eyes seemed to cloud.

Clarke looked away and stared at his hands. Truth was, she was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Despite the fact that he had put a knife to her neck once, he had also let her go. There's a huge difference between threatening someone and actually going through with it. Even after every horrible thing he had done, he never actually killed anyone. At least, not to her knowledge.

Maybe she should have known he would try.

"I told you I was giving him a second chance."

"Are you out of your damn mind?!" Bellamy hadn't meant to yell. "Why were you so insistent on giving him one after everything he did? Second chances don't do anyone any good. Not down here."

"I gave you one, and look what that got us."

"But I get it." She stroked his hand, imaging if something had happened to him.

His face softened almost instantly. He had been right before. He really didn't deserve her. She was exactly what was good in this world and everything he wasn't. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was kiss her. How he had held back before was a mystery to him.

He leaned toward her.

"Thank you." He whispered, gently rubbing his thumb against her forehead.

"For what?"

"Not dying."

She smiled and he kissed her, her lips parting beneath his. It was nice and slow, even when she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, he made sure to remain gentle.

After all, they had been given a second chance, and this time around he wasn't going to waste it.