Hey guys, I am feeling a little less motivated about this story, it's amazing what reviews can do! Not to sound ungrateful, but knowing that people are following/enjoying this story is always encouragement to continue. Again, thanks to those of you who did, enjoy this chapter xx!

Aside from Finn, Bellamy was probably the last person I wanted to sleep near; but I was exhausted and the thought of a warm bed was something that I struggled to turn down. Besides, it definitely wasn't fair for him to have an entire tent all to himself when others were struggling to squash together. Those are the excuses I told myself anyway.

"I am not having sex with you." I said abruptly as he opened the flap of his tent and guided me through the entrance, his palm on my lower back disorienting me.

I heard him exhale through his teeth in frustration. His hand leaving my back.

"I only have sex with girls who a) actually really want to sleep with me and b) girls who I actually want to sleep with." He retorted defensively.

I felt like he'd punched me in the stomach. It was enough to assume I was undesirable to some but to have someone like Bellamy openly express the fact winded me. Who the hell did he see me as? A robotic doctor? I didn't want to even contemplate why it affected me more than if Finn had said it.

"Great," I said too coldly, "There will be absolutely no problem then."

"Wait, what I—"He started, confused, catching on that he'd caused some sort of offence.

"Where am I sleeping?" I refused to meet his eyes, instead glancing around the tent at the makeshift bed in the corner, piled with blankets and the belongings strewn in the small space beside it.

"You can have the bed." He replied gesturing gruffly toward the cot.

I didn't even bother to enquire where he was sleeping, exhaustion was suddenly overwhelming and I could feel tears beginning to burn behind my eyes. The kind of tears that come out to play when you least need them, the kind that make things worse.

I tugged off my jacket and collapsed on the pile of blankets, tugging one up under my chin and burying my face into the rags that acted as a pillow; one of them I realized as I buried my nose into it, was one of Bellamy's shirts. It smelt of smoke and wood, running and grass, warmth and his skin. I was out.

I woke early the next morning, to a soft yellowing beam of sunlight slipping through a gap in the opening of the tent. I was momentarily disoriented at how comfortable I was; I had three thick fur blankets rather than just my threadbare sheet and my body was curled up and warm. Lifting my head up I discovered I was not alone. The events of the night before came flooding back to me as I stared at where Bellamy was sprawled across the ground, shirtless, my own blanket the only comfort he appeared to have. Feeling rather guilty I moved slowly lifting one of the thick blankets from my waist and placing over his. I tucked it up over his shoulders, but not before noticing the smattering of brown freckles that ran over the tips of his shoulders and slightly down his shoulder blades, with one or two dotting his spine.

My eyes flickered up to his sleeping face, his lips were opened slightly and a lock of curly hair had fallen across his forehead, giving him the appearance of a much younger boy. It was then I realized just how attractive he was. There was no angry crease denting his forehead and no malicious lines around his eyes. I wondered whether the girls who slept with him appreciated waking up beside this Bellamy just as much as they did touching this Bellamy. I guessed probably not.

I inhaled deeply, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, trying to clear my mind. This guy was an asshole. An asshole who'd let me, the medic, sleep in his bed for a night. No one wants an exhausted medic.

I climbed slowly to my feet and stretched my arms as high as I could above my head, my fingers only just reaching the ceiling, before I exited the tent.

The morning was icy and I tugged my jacket tighter around my shoulders. The air was almost foggy and I inhaled the biting, sweet air into my lungs, revelling in the feeling of being alive, being present, in a beautiful place. There were a few people guarding the wall and I could hear the low buzz of their voices, too quiet for me to make out any specific words. But apart from that, everything was silent.

It was pleasant to spend the first hour of the day by oneself. There was a difference between being lonely and alone and for me the divide was slowly becoming clearer every day. I almost jumped when Octavia plopped herself down on the log beside me, clutching a wooden bowl of her own, the brown sludgy concoction didn't exactly look becoming and Octavia's expression mirrored that.

"What I wouldn't give for some crappy dehydrated, flavourless Ark crackers." She sighed, poking at it with her fingers.

The corner of my lip quirked up slightly, "It's almost too sweet, right?"

"Yeah," She laughed, twisting her long hair into a knot at her neck whilst she scooped it into her mouth, "I hope you didn't let what my idiot brother said yesterday get to you."

I shrugged, trying to look casual, "Nah, he also let me sleep in his tent last night."

She choked violently, and for a few moments I had to slap her back, amused by her reaction.

"You what!?" She stared at me wide eyed, "After what he said, you just slept with him?"

I frowned, shaking my head vehemently, "God no! I ah, ended up with no place to sleep and so he offered up half of his tent. Of course I wouldn't sleep with him, he's a pain in the ass."

She beamed at me, pleased by my hostility, "I love him to bits but he needs someone to stand up to him, and seriously Clarke don't let him push you around,"

"Not going to happen."

"Good, because he acts differently around you, and I'm not sure what it is but I think you scare him," She admitted, scraping the remnants of her food into her mouth, "He's not used to people who aren't afraid of him, and he likes it."

I wasn't sure what exactly she meant by that, but whatever it was it pleased me. Bellamy Blake afraid of me? Good.

Bellamy POV

I'd woken to find my bed empty and my back stiff and aching from sleeping on the uneven ground for the entire night. An extra blanket was tucked up around my neck and I'd briefly wandered how it came to be there. Momentarily disoriented I'd groaned, running a hand over my stiff muscles and rolled over into the vacated bed and fallen back to sleep, my nose buried in the scent of grassy soap, berries, softness and her. Clarke didn't appear to want to discuss or even indicate that anything had transpired when I'd first seen her sitting by the fire with my sister, so I decided to ignore that it had ever happened. It felt unusual to me to be in such a situation, Clarke had been in a strange mood and I'd pitied her. It was an unusual side of hers that I wasn't accustomed to seeing, weakness. It hadn't occurred to me to do anything other than offer her a bed to sleep in.

I felt strangely disappointed that she hadn't made any attempt to speak to me, her blue eyes had avoided mine, hidden behind a wall of blonde hair and distaste. Somehow knowing that she disliked me, made me intent on proving to her that I was worth her respect.

Miller, Roma, Clarke, Jasper and I made a combined decision to head out in search of resources. We were running exceptionally low and our resources were becoming more and more depleted every single day, not to mention that winter was approaching with terrifying speed and we needed to stock up immediately. I had sent Miller and Roma off in one direction whilst Jasper, Clarke and I tramped in the opposite direction.

It didn't take long for us to track down an animal we'd learnt was a rabbit, it's long ears were something I knew Octavia would rather stroke and cuddle than slaughter with an arrow – but we had to survive and we couldn't afford to be picky.

"Jasper!" Clarke's excited voice split the silence in half, and the rabbit tore through the undergrowth, disappearing over the hill.

I clenched my teeth in annoyance and spun around to find her crouched over what appeared to me to just be a bunch of greenery, but then Jasper dropped to a crouch beside her and grinned hugely, touching the leaves with the tips of his fingers.

"Check this out Bellamy!" he called, beckoning me over, "These are like, edible vegetables, and there's tonnes of them! They could be used in soups and salads and anything and we could probably grow our own!"

I had just stepped over to investigate when something snapped to my right, followed by a whistling. I just had time to drop to the ground next to Clarke, almost causing her to overbalance before a spear thwacked into the tree beside me.

"RUN!" I yelled, yanking her to her feet and shoving her and Jasper back toward the direction our camp, panic burning through my body.

Jasper hoisted his gun off his back and into his hands, but I barely had time to make sure that they were running before something solid smacked into my side. The grounder, evidently disadvantaged without his spear had simply attacked me. We grappled for a second, nails scraping at the skin on my arms and any exposed skin. I growled, heaving my gun up and cracking him around the back with it, which only seemed to enrage him further. Screaming, he reached around and grabbed a handful of my hair, smashing my head onto the ground. Stars flickered across my vision and I swung blindly with my fist, making solid contact with what felt like an ear.

"Bellamy!" I heard her scream. She wasn't far enough away.

Reaching for any remaining strength I kicked into the grounder. Unfortunately, it retained his grip on my shirt and we both rolled, once and then twice, my hands scrabbling at his face, his eyes, before I felt a blinding pain in my side. Then the ground disappeared beneath me.

Clarke POV

I turned back just in time to see the grounder roll off the edge of a steep recline, it's hands still twisted in Bellamy's clothing, "Bellamy!" I screamed again as he disappeared over the edge.