Author's Note: There are times that it's really hard to be original when writing a fanfic. We fangirls are all watching the same show, reading the same fanfics, and sharing the same thoughts on our favorite couple on sites like Tumblr. So ideas that I think up are sometimes written by others before I have a chance to. Knowing that, please understand and appreciate that I try to bring a fresh perspective and voice to the same idea had by others.

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P.S.S. All my replies to your reviews are orginal and to that specific person. I don't copy and paste. And sometimes I like to give out hints if you made a comment that relates to something specific about that chapter, characters or story.

Okay...I'm done rambling now.

(CLARKE)

It took her a moment to figure out where she was when she awoke the next day. There was a warmth at her back that she was unused to. She peered down and saw an arm across her middle, holding her firmly in place. A quick look over her shoulder confirmed her suspicion. Bellamy.

Clarke had fallen asleep in Bellamy's tent last night and he must have decided to sleep with her instead of waking her. She knew she had to get up and out of there before anyone noticed her absence.

She nudged Bellamy. "Hey...wake up."

He groaned and snuggled deeper against her side. She thought he was still sleeping and that she'd have to get more forceful when she felt the feather-light touch of his lips against her neck.

Clarke tried to wiggle out of his hold but he grabbed her hips to still her.

"I wouldn't do that too much if I were you Princess. Otherwise we'll be spending the next hour in bed."

It took her a second to grasp his meaning but then she realized that he was excited and she was making it worse for him with her movements.

"Then let me go Bellamy. We could get caught at any moment. You're the one that said we needed to keep this between us."

"Relax Clarke, no one is going to come in here without permission. They wouldn't dare." he growled.

"Octavia would."

"Shit. You're right. She would." He finally released her from his hold and Clarke was sad for it. She didn't really want to leave him and his bed.

She was still fully dressed from last night so she got up and walked to the tent door, peeking out. It was still early out and everyone was sleeping. Clarke din't see any of the guards out so she was in the clear.

Glancing back, she had the view of Bellamy laid out on his bed, bare chested and looking sleepily delicious. She hesitated. He was watching her, brown eyes clashing with her green ones.

She came back over and knelt on the bed, leaning over him. She lowered her lips to his and felt him immediately respond. When she felt him reach to pull her against him, she slipped away.

Bellamy frowned at her sudden disappearance and she gave him a wicked grin, waggling her finger back and forth.

"Nuh uh. You agreed that I needed to go."

And with that, she turned to exit his tent. She did another quick check outside then snuck back to her tent.

(BELLAMY)

It was nice having Clarke in his tent and in his bed but he hated the strain of keeping their secret. There were times in the day that he wondered if this could work between them like this. If maybe it would be better to just stop now before things got any more complicated.

Bellamy ran a hand over his face, trying to erase these thoughts from his head.

He wasn't going to give up Clarke. Not unless he was backed into a corner. Though he doubted even that would do it. After living his entire life for Octavia and keeping his family safe, he thought he deserved a little happiness for himself. And right now, happiness equated to Clarke.

it was barely dawn but Bellamy couldn't go back to sleep; not after that maddening kiss from Clarke. So he got up and put his clothes back on. He was pulling on his pants and muttering to himself about evil minxes when Octavia barged into his tent.

Without knocking. Just like Clarke had said she would.

"Whoa. Put some damn clothes on Bellamy" she turned around while he finished buttoning his pants up and pulling his shirt on.

"Geez, O. Learn to knock before entering. What if I had a girl in here?"

"Like one of your harem?"

He shrugged. He hadn't touched one of them in days but she didn't need to know that.

Octavia smirked. "Or maybe like...Clarke?"

Bellamy froze and stared at his sister. She had a knowing look on her face. He cleared his throat and tried not to look guilty. His sister knew him too well. If she caught a hint of that guilt, she would latch on to it until he told her everything.

"What are you talking about? Clarke?" he struggled to keep a sneer in place. "Like I'd be into The Princess."

"Reeeaaallly? Then what was she doing sneaking out of your tent when I came by earlier." She crossed her arms, obviously relishing him trying to spin this.

He ran his mind through all the possible excuses and discarded all but one. He smirked at his sister, sure in himself that he was about to one-up her.

"She had a worry about the medical supplies and I guess she couldn't wait. She busted into my tent, much the same as you just did." He crossed his arms, relfecting her stance.

Bellamy watched, astounded, as Octavia burst out in laughter.

"Bells...I KNOW. About you and Clarke."

"I don't know what you mean...stop laughing at me!"

His sister was laughing so hard that she was bending over and she had tears streaking out her eyes. She finally contained her laughter, barely by the look of mirth on her face, and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I came in here before that Bells, and you two were curled up against each other. It was sweet really, especially considering she was fully clothed." Octavia raised her eyebrow at him but continued, "Besides, I've noticed other things too. I see how you look at her when you think no one is watching. How she smiles when someone mentions you in passing."

"She does? I mean..."he shakes his head, knowing it was useless to deny it now, "Look O, you can't tell anyone about this."

"Why not?" she genuinely looked puzzled.

"Because we can't look weak to the rest. We finally have order among the chaos."

"You're an idiot. If you think that loving Clarke would make you look weak..."she shook her head.

He scoffed but felt a hint of panic creeping in, "Whoa. Who said anything about love?"

Octavia just gave him a cold look and turned on her heel, exiting his tent.

Bellamy stood there feeling confused and suddenly not so sure of himself.

(CLARKE)

The day was fairly quiet, less injuries to take care of then she usually had. Maybe the Hundred were finally learning to be careful. She was relieved to see that Octavia decided not to tease her today. She was strangely quiet though Clarke did catch her giving her a speculative look now and then.

Clarke was about to ask her what was up when Jasper and Monty burst through the tent. They looked worried and it made Clarke fearful for what was going to come out of their mouths.

"Clarke! Octavia! Quick, Bellamy's hurt! They're bringing him back now"

She felt her heart stop and she couldn't breathe for a minute. She faintly heard the boys say something about an animal attacking him when he had gone hunting. He had been teaching several of them how to shoot a moving target when the gun misfired.

Clarke felt a hand upon her shoulder and she started.

"Breathe, Clarke. We need to get ready for when he gets here." she heard Octavia speaking in low tones. It was barely about a whisper and a quick glance at Jasper and Monty told her that they hadn't overheard. They were were too busy fretting at the door, awaiting Bellamy's arrival at the drop ship and temporary clinic.

She pulled herself together and went into her mother called the "doctor mode". She moved quickly and efficiently preparing for several possible injuries since neither boy mentioned where the injury was or how bad it was. She pulled her emotions inside of herself and focused on the task at hand.

Octavia was well versed by now to know to start pulling out the supplies she expected that Clarke would need. They worked well together and it was apparent but how they were never in the other's way.

Shortly after, Miller and Monroe came through the door, each holding one of Bellamy's arms over their shoulder to help support his weight. Clarke did a quick visual scan of Bellamy and saw the claw marks in his leg. Someone had pulled up his pants leg before they brought him in so it was easy to spot.

Bellamy gave the two girls a weak smile when he saw them, putting on a brave face despite the pain Clarke read in his eyes.

"Everyone out. Except Clarke and Octavia." Bellamy growled out to the crowd that had gathered inside the ship.

Clarke watched in wordless wonder as everyone filled out, though, she saw that Monroe hesitated. She knew that Monroe had hooked up with Bellamy at least once since arriving on Earth but Clarke tried not to think about it. However,she did see the concern in the girls' face before she saw Clarke watching her.

Monroe nodded at her once and then left. Clarke wondered what that was about. If the girl was respecting her as their healer or merely respecting Bellamy's wishes.

She shoved it from her mind when she moved up to Bellamy's side, taking a seat on a makeshift stool and started to examine the wound. It was deep enough to need stitches but it hadn't hit the femoral artery that ran through his leg. If that had been hit, he would have bleed out in minutes and she wouldn't have been able to stop it.

He was lucky to be alive.

Clarke's hands shook as she started to clean the wound with the alcohol but stopped when she heard Bellamy's sharp intake of breath. It killed her to hurt him.

"Get on with it Princess. It's not going to clean itself." she let out a breath of relief when she heard a note of snarkiness in his voice. Bellamy had read the situation and known what to say to her to get her out of her own head.

She finished quickly after that and took the hook and thread that Octavia handed to her. Clarke worked methodically, stitching up the gashes with an ease that she was surprised at. Soon she was finished and had the wounds bandaged up.

Only then did she look up at his face and saw that he was looking at her with a mixture of awe and affection.

Her entire body jolted when he pulled her up for a kiss. Clarke pulled away quickly and hissed, "Your sister is standing right there Bellamy."

"Yeah I know. She already figured us out. Apparently we suck at secrets." he rolled his eyes in Octavia's direction.

Shaking her head, "Well..either way, you need to rest. You can't be on that leg for at least a day, maybe two."

"Sure thing Princess..." Clarke stared at him in shock. She had anticipated a battle to get him to agree. He continued on as if he expected her reaction,"but only if you come to my tent and play nursemaid."

She smacked him in the arm while he and Octavia chuckled at her expense.

Damn troublesome Blakes.

I know that I haven't included much about the Ark and the Grounders in my recent chapters but it's because I'm waiting for the next episode to air so that I can try to incorporate what I learn then. Does anyone mind that I focus solely on Bellamy and Clarke? I do try to include the other characters and what's going on in the show but I also figure that there's a lot of stories out there that do that already. Let me know if you think I should include more or if the if it's fine the way it is!