2 hours later (Clarke POV)

Octavia and Bellamy are facing off in the living room of their apartment while Clarke silently watches them from the dining room table. She's not quite sure if she should leave them alone. Normally she would because, well, they fight all the time but they also love each other so it doesn't usually take much for them get through it. But this wasn't exactly a normal fight. Clarke's never seen either of them like this before.

When Bellamy started driving from the club toward wherever he was headed, Clarke hadn't known exactly what to expect. She thought she had covered most of the scenarios in her head, she was wrong. They ended up at what looked like a warehouse. There were several cop cars and kids being hauled off in them. Off to the side but not completely out of the fray stood Octavia and Miller (Bellamy's best friend and colleague). Bellamy headed straight for them. The look in his eye was quite disconcerting and she had a feeling that she should get to Octavia before he did. She maneuvered herself around without being too obvious (she hoped) and quickly latched onto Octavia, making it look like she was checking her over for injuries (or inebriation). Shockingly, Octavia let Clarke fuss over her while Bellamy pulled Miller aside and got the details of what had happened. Soon after, they were all in the car on there way back to the Blake's apartment. And it was tense. No one spoke, no one moved, it seemed as if no one was breathing. Bellamy's knuckles were white against the black steering wheel. It remained rigidly tense and utterly silent until they entered the apartment and Bellamy reared toward Octavia.

"What were you thinking, O?" Bellamy growls.

"I didn't think it was a big deal. Its not like I knew there was illegal shit going down. I just wanted to go out and have some fun."

"Yeah, lots of fun getting picked up by the police. You're fucking lucky Miller was there."

Octavia snorts, "Oh yeah, I feel real lucky. Having you pick me up, drag me off. I just know you're on the verge of locking me in this freaking apartment for the rest of my life."

"Damn right."

"This is exactly why I don't tell you anything. YOU keep me locked up all the time. I'm barely allowed to see my friends. You grumble if I go over Clarke's and she lives just across the hall. Its suffocating. I hate being here. I wish mom was still here instead of you."

Clarke's eyes go wide. Bellamy looks like he's just been slapped. Octavia stalks toward her room and promptly slams the door. Silence.

Clarke's reeling from Octavia's confession, which means Bellamy must be wrecked. As the thought enters her brain, she turns toward him and realizes that he has punched a hole through a wall and rearing back to do it again. There's way too much punching happening tonight she thinks as she hastily makes her way toward him. She grabs his forearm with both hands before he's able to breach the wall again. As soon as she has a hold on him, he seems to buckle under the weight of it all. He doesn't fight her as she pulls him toward the kitchen sink to clean him up.

His knuckles are scraped up and bleeding slightly with wall debris intermixed in the open wounds. It looks a little swollen. It's definitely going to bruise.

"What is wrong with you? You could have broken your hand." She's not looking at him when she's says it. That's probably why it's so easy for her to continue rambling. "I mean really. First, were getting Octavia from the police at some druggy rave and now I'm gonna have to take her idiot brother to the hospital because, apparently, the Blakes have limited impulse control."

"I have impulse control."

"Hmmph."

"Princess, I'm fine and you seem...worn out. Maybe it's time you go home."

She looks up at him then, a little stricken. Clarke tears her eyes away from his to look down at herself. She's still in her heels and her dress. She may be a little tired but she certainly doesn't look worn out. He must notice her incredulous expression because he tries to clarify his statement before she gets too worked up.

"I mean it's late. It's been a long day. From the state of my wall and the fact that my ears are still ringing from O's unique ability to effectively slam doors, it's probably going to be..." Bellamy turns to star at Octavia's bedroom door as he finishes his thought "...a long next few weeks."

"Ok. Well. I'm just gonna check on O before I go."

"No. No, She doesn't need you to check on her. She will be fine. I don't need you feeding into her dramatics."

"Wow. Ok. Why did you even ask me come Bellamy?"

"I...I didn't… I… You just came. You were trying to get away from Finn. I was doing you a favor." Its like a slap to her face. He can not be serious. Finn was there but she could have handled him easily. In fact, the end result (Finn on the floor writhing in pain) would have probably been the same. She thought they had a moment. There is no way that she just imagined everything that happened tonight.

"Really? That's how you're playing this?"

"I'm not playing anything. That's what happened."

Obviously, she is not on the same page as Bellamy. She doesn't know why she thought he was doing anything but fucking with her. How could she think he actually gave a shit about her.

"Fine. Go ahead and keep telling yourself that Bellamy. Also, like I said when we first met, I'm gonna be here for O whether you like it or not." Clarke has already started to grab her things. As soon as she gets everything together, she's heading for the door. Before she's exits the apartment, she yells toward Octavia's bedroom, "O, CALL ME IF YOU NEED ME!"

Then she promptly leaves, slamming the door behind her. The wall shakes.