A/N: Hi Guys, so this is my story I had posted on Tumblr, its name then was "Nobody Else," But this song goes well with the main theme. So anyway, I hope you guys like this. Enjoy.

You can twist and turn me inside out
But you'll never stretch what I'm about
And everything you let slip
Is pushing forward to a repeat exit

Take back what we've done, we can start it all over

Take me back to where we started
Let's erase every memory and make it so we never existed

Clarke opened her heavy eyes. Her body ached everywhere. She turned her head, finding her limbs intertwined with Bellamy's. He was sleeping, mouth open, even a little drool. Clarke giggled under her breath. They could finally rest for a bit. Food was being stockpiled, everyone was keeping busy. The leaders could take their much needed rest. And by the looks of them, they needed it. Clarke leaned up, kissing the tender skin by his ear, he shuttered awake, and smiled. He was doing a lot of that lately. She liked it.

"Good morning." She whispered, he looked up, tightening his arms around her shoulders.

"I think it's afternoon." He leaned and kissed her back, full on the mouth.

"Oh well, excuse me." She mocked. They laid there kissing, teasing each other with the play of tongue and teeth. Clarke became brave under his touch, yanking up her shirt, but Bellamy had to help her. She giggled under his kiss, her hands wandering his body. Clarke barely heard the zipper of Bellamy's tent until she heard a voice.

"Bell—" Finn froze in the doorway his mouth open, "Clarke!" He hissed in anger. She froze, in that moment, she wanted to merge with Bellamy and hide. Clarke wasn't one to run away from problems, save, her mother, but she wasn't prepared to face that just yet.

"Finn," Bellamy nearly rolled over Clarke, shielding her from his eyes. "Get out." He growled, he sounded as wild as the animals she sometimes found herself comparing him to.

"Gladly." Finn spat back, thrusting the zipper shut so fast that it almost broke.

"Shit." Clarke whispered into Bellamys shoulder. He rolled off, adjusting the blanket so it covered her.

"Don't worry about him. You should rest a little longer, I'll be back soon." He whispered in her ear, then kissed her quickly and left with his jacket in hand, and Clarke fell back into a dreamless sleep.

—-

After his wake up call from Clarkes kisses, Bellamy walked across camp to the drop ship. He was almost there when his face met Finns fist. Pain lanced through his cheek, blood filled his mouth, and anger rushed through him. Despite his relatively peaceful childhood, the Earth brought out a dangerous characteristic in him. He liked violence.

It was his peace. As long as he could fight back with everything he had, he was happy. He grabbed Finns jacket and swung him to the ground, throwing punch after punch at him. He didnt even hear Raven and Jasper yelling at him to stop.

Finn had blood in his nose and cheek, he was probably seeing stars. Bellamy felt satisfied.

"He punched me first!" Bellamy shouted, ignoring the fact he sounded like a kid.

"Get him in the drop ship." Octavia said, pulling Bellamy back.

"I can." Jasper said, hauling Finn up as he tried to keep his nose from bleeding.

"Bell, get Clarke in there too, I need to see her."

"Yeah, I will, O." He said and kissed her on the forehead. Since when did she become so…Clarke-ish?

Clarke was pulled from her sleep and delivered to a metal table in the drop ship. Too drowsy to care much, she would happily sleep on the slab…she jared up so fast it made her head spin. Since when did she become so…lazy? Hell, she was sick with some horrible virus, but was up and helping people as soon as she could stand without puking.

"Bellamy?" She called out. Someone else answered.

"He's not here Clarke. He and Octavia are talking in the upper level." Finn walked over to her, his face a colorful bruises of deep purple and green/yellow splotches. The artist in Clarke found them beautiful.

"How'd you get those?" She already knew the answer.

"Why are you with him?" He asked, answering her.

"That's none of your business." She answered. She didnt really have an answer. Bellamy was her challenger and her partner. He kept her on her toes like no one else. He was different, different from Finn. Finn was once her rock, but Bellamy was her other half.

When the the stool collapsed, she only thought of her mother, her friends, and Bellamy's face when he'd find her. Her heart broke for him in that instant.

"That's a shit answer, Clarke." He stepped closer, "He is using you. When he has you on his side, he doesn't have anyone to oppose him."

"Like hell he won't. I'm still me. I still believe in everything I did before. Bellamy doesn't change that, he brings it out."

"You're making a mistake." Finn was pleading with her now. She felt bad for him. She had loved him once, with all of her heart. He protected her. But she didnt need protecting. Clarke never knew why she said what she said next, it was a blank moment in her mind.

"My only mistake was you." She froze, her own venomous words were bitter in her own mouth.

He nodded, the hurt clear on his face. "If that's now you feel." His head dropped, and he walked away.

"Damn Clarke," Octavia said walking from behind some shelves, "that was harsh." When Clarke could say anything, Octavia gave held out a bottle of clear liquid. Moonshine. She took it and drank a large sip. Her throat hurt.

"Have you ever played truth or dare?" Octavia asked, Clarke shook her head. This should be good.

Is Finn trying to protect Clarke? Or does he want to make things right? And Bellamys smiles. :) Tensions are at an all time rise in camp, so when will it snap? And what about winter?

(Oh and if you like Finn, sorry for the Finn dislike at this point. He is one of my more likeable characters, and I don't mean to diss him for the sake of dissing.)

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