This part takes place right after Finn dies in 2x08. Enjoy:)

Bellamy was still holding onto a sobbing Raven on the ground when Clarke walked back into Camp Jaha. Once Bellamy caught a glimpse of her, he decided it would be best to get Raven as far away from Clarke as possible unless they wanted another person dead.

"Come on," he said, helping her up. "You don't need to see this anymore."

Raven just nodded as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. Bellamy tried to usher her away before she saw Clarke, but he was naïve to think that would actually work. He could feel Raven tense in his arms when she saw Clarke.

"Raven, think about this," Bellamy sternly warned.

She ignored him. "Clarke!" Raven shouted angrily, breaking through Bellamy's grip to run at her.

"Raven!" Bellamy called after, running up and grabbing her around the waist to pull her back.

Clarke didn't budge much. She just looked over at them with this cold, empty expression that iced Bellamy to his core but kept walking through the gate without acknowledging them.

"How could you?!" Raven screamed, struggling against Bellamy's arms. "You told me nothing would happen to him! You promised!"

Bellamy was having a hard time keeping Raven on the ground. He knew that if he didn't hold on to her, Clarke wouldn't stand a chance, especially in the state she was in. Bellamy brought his lips close to her ear. "Finn wouldn't want you to do this, Raven. Think about Finn."

At the mention of his name, the tears started flowing as Raven lost control of her senses again. She all but fell to the ground and just stared at Finn's body that was still hanging limply on the tree the Grounders tied him to. Bellamy put his hand on her shoulder and looked over at Clarke who had stopped in her tracks right after the gate closed.

She turned around and was also looking back at Finn's body, her non bloody hand wrapped around the metal fence. Bellamy noticed she kept looking down at the knife in her hand, wondering if she actually killed him or if it was just an extremely bloody nightmare.

Abby ran over to Clarke which finally pulled her from the trance she was in. Clarke turned back around, and Abby immediately went to hug her, but Clarke started talking before she could. "We feast tomorrow to celebrate peace and discuss strategies against Mount Weather," she stated with no emotion in her voice.

"I don't care about that." Abby still had tears running down her face as she tried once more to embrace her daughter. Clarke wasn't having any of it and simply walked away, her sunken, pale face seeming to be incapable of any emotion.

Abby just started crying harder. Kane came up and wrapped his arm around her, leading her the other way. "Just give her some time, Abby," he said softly.

Raven, hearing the exchange between Abby and Clarke, started to get worked up again. She stood up. "You're not just a killer, Clarke! You're a coward, too, who's just as bad as Murphy!" Raven called after her.

Clarke acted like she couldn't even hear Raven and kept on walking. Bellamy, who was more focused on Clarke, had a loose grip on Raven that she easily broke through. She took off after Clarke, but the guards were on her before long. What worried Bellamy was that Clarke didn't do anything to stop Raven. She probably would've let Raven kill her if Raven ever got to her. He needed to talk to her, but he needed to get Raven taken care of first.

He went over to the guards who held Raven. "I got her, guys," Bellamy said, reaching for Raven's arm.

The guards looked at each other hesitantly, but after what had just transpired, decided to let her go. Bellamy wrapped his arm around her shoulders partly so she didn't run off and partly to comfort her.

"My tent is the other way," Raven reminded Bellamy.

"I'm not taking you to your tent," he responded.

Just as Bellamy thought, Wick was still in mechanics trying out new designs for things Kane needed around camp. He looked up when Bellamy and Raven walked in and gave them a weird look.

"Hi…," he trailed off, confused.

Bellamy unwrapped his arm from around Raven, and she went and sat on a stool. She was pissed off and wanted nothing more than to go find Clarke, but at the same time, she was extremely exhausted and also wanted nothing more than to go crawl in a ball and cry.

"She doesn't touch Clarke, got it?" Bellamy warned to Wick.

Having not seen Finn's death, Wick was more confused than ever and figured the two girls just had some sort of disagreement. As Bellamy turned to leave, Wick wiped his hands on a rag and stopped him. "Hey, they're adults, and they can work it out for themselves whatever the issue is."

Bellamy pulled him over to the side. "Finn is dead," he said in a low voice. "And Clarke killed him." That was explanation enough. Wick's eyes went wide. "Raven needs time to grieve. If she's around Clarke, that's not going to happen."

"Yeah, sorry, say no more. I'll take care of her," Wick promised.

"Thanks, man." Bellamy gave a pained look to Raven seeing the state she was in. "It's going to be okay," he tried to assure her.

"Oh, screw you, Bellamy," she fired back through tears.

Wick furrowed his eyebrows and went over to Raven. He wrapped his arms around her, and Bellamy just barely caught what he said to her. "He's just trying to help, Raven, take it easy."

Raven's anger seemed to calm down, but where she was lacking in anger, she made up for in sadness. The last thing Bellamy saw before he left them alone was Raven hugging Wick back as she completely fell apart for the third time that night.

People were angry. That much was easy for Bellamy to see when he left Raven and Wick in mechanics. He walked up to a panicked Kane and asked what was going on.

"They want us to lock Clarke up," he explained. "They think she shouldn't be treated differently because she's Abby's daughter. Things are getting out of hand."

Bellamy walked to the front of the crowd. "Hey!" He yelled above the noise. Not everyone stopped talking but enough gave him their attention for him to continue. "Clarke gave Finn a merciful death, but if any of you dare to touch her, I can guarantee you I won't show you the same mercy. Without her, the Grounders would've attacked, and we'd all be dead. Clarke made a choice that none of you could ever make; a choice that will keep us alive for another day."

Without waiting for a reaction, Bellamy turned and walked to find Clarke. All he was hoping was that he found her alone in her tent. He could only imagine what was going on in her head right now.

She wasn't facing Bellamy when he pulled back the curtain to her tent. Clarke seemed to be staring at nothing and everything. The knife was still clenched in her hand, and blood – Finn's blood – was dripping from her hand onto the ground. She stood motionless and remained motionless as Bellamy let the curtain fall behind him.

If Clarke heard Bellamy move towards her, she didn't show it. "Clarke," Bellamy said hesitantly, walking up behind her.

She sucked in a breath and spun around, pointing the bloody knife right at Bellamy. Her knuckles were white, but she couldn't stop her hands from shaking.

"Woah, okay," Bellamy said quickly yet gently. "It's just me."

Clarke blinked a few times and seemed to come back to reality. Bellamy looked in her eyes and pried the knife out of her hand. He placed it on a small table next to her cot. When he looked back at Clarke, she was staring at the ground.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, clearly not just apologizing for almost stabbing Bellamy.

Bellamy shook his head. "Come here," he said, pulling Clarke into his arms.

When she finally wrapped her own bloodied hands around him, Clarke fell apart. Bellamy kissed the top of her head multiple times as she sobbed into his chest.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Bellamy asked into her hair. "They could've killed you."

Clarke, however, was not focused at all on that. She only saw flashbacks of red: the red of her hands, the red of the growing stain on Finn's shirt, and the red of the knife she pushed into his stomach. "There was so much blood," she sobbed. "I- I should've fought harder for Finn – for all of us."

Bellamy grabbed Clarke's shoulders then cupped his hands around her face. "Listen to me," he said sternly. "You knew exactly what they were going to do to Finn. You saved him, just like you saved Atom in the forest."

Clarke took a deep breath, putting on her stone face again. "If I saved him, he'd be here, and Lexa would be dead."

"Clarke, you did what you-" Bellamy started.

"Don't you dare," Clarke snapped at him, stepping away. "Don't you dare tell me that I did what I had to do. Finn's dead because of me, Bellamy. I deserve to be locked up, to take Finn's place. I deserve for you to walk out of this tent and never to talk to me again. What I did is not okay."

Clarke's chin started to tremble, and the tears started again. She sat down on her cot and put her face in her hands, the drying blood becoming wet with tears and now staining her hair. "It's not okay," she squeaked out.

Bellamy squatted down in front of Clarke and grabbed her wrist. "Clarke, look at me," he pleaded. "You know more than anyone that what Finn did was eating him alive. If by some miracle the Grounders had let him go, we wouldn't have been able to protect him in the war."

"They'll never forgive me," she whispered, boring her bloodshot eyes into Bellamy's.

It physically hurt Bellamy to see that desperate, guilty look in Clarke's eyes. He knew that this wouldn't end tonight. The guilt and the hurt would stay with Clarke for a long time. "Those people out there will realize that you just saved them all, okay? One day, they'll understand that they need you just as much as I need you."

Clarke shook her head and stared back at her red hands. "I suppose I shouldn't go out there, should I?"

Bellamy stood up and grabbed a canteen of water from the corner of her tent. "No, you shouldn't." He brought the canteen back to Clarke. "Not that I would let you, anyway. Raven was ready to rip your head off."

Bellamy knelt down in front of her again and poured water over Clarke's bloody hands. She tried to scrub Finn off her hands and out of her mind. "Can't say I blame her," she responded solemnly.

Clarke continued to scrub at her hands even after most of the blood was washed away. Bellamy reached over to grab a rag. He got it wet and carefully ran it over the blood stains on Clarke's face, still noticing the extreme pain in her eyes. After he was done, he kissed her forehead then stood up to squeeze the rag out.

"Bellamy?" Clarke said, getting his attention. "Will you stay here tonight?" She asked warily and quietly.

"Of course," he responded like he'd already been planning on it.

Clarke sprawled out on her back on her cot before she heard Bellamy take off his shoes and squeeze in next to her. It was a tight fit, but Clarke liked being so close to him.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Always," Bellamy said back before adding, "I love you."

Clarke just nodded in response and stared at the tented ceiling. Minus blinking, she never shut her eyes the entire night. Thoughts swarmed her mind as she scratched at her hands, feeling as if there was still fresh blood on them. She let a single tear escape while she wondered what kind of hell she would have to go through to get past this.

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