After so many of you asked me to continue I felt as though I couldn't let you down! I will try my best to remain motivated/inspired but I don't want to end up posting crappy chapters that I'm unhappy with so we'll just see how things go!

Enjoy! & Thank you to everyone who let me know whether to continue or not, I'm so glad you guys enjoy it (-:

Clarke POV

"He said that!?" Octavia was staring at me in utter disbelief, "I mean I knew he really liked you but I've never heard Bell be that open in his entire life."

"O you're making me feel even guiltier." I muttered, organizing fresh bandages for Raven.

She sighed watching me, "Sorry, I don't mean to, but I know that must have been a huge deal for him and for you to not really say anything probably like crushed his –"

"O!" I cried, "You're making me sound like a monster, I just didn't know what to say!"

"So you said nothing?" She repeated, "Did he seem different after?"

I rolled up the remaining bandages, thinking, "Well ah he was a bit quieter and we went back to the tent and he sort of just went to sleep."

"Oh no," Octavia shook her head, pulling a 'this is the end of the world expression', "After that hot little shower thing you guys had I can't imagine why he wouldn't want to tear your clothes off as soon as you got to the tent."

"Octavia, he's your brother." I reminded her, knowing that as soon as I said it she would retreat.

"Oh gross," She groaned, smacking her palm into her forehead as if that would destroy any images, "I just think maybe you should talk to him?"

"We spoke this morning." I replied, avoiding her eyes.

"Oh yeah, about what?" She demanded, crossing her arms, sensing my weakness.

"Er, I woke up and he was already putting his boots on and I asked him where he was going and he said 'to get some food'."

She raised her eyebrows at me, "How ground-breaking."

"Shut up, what am I meant to do? Our little 'thing' is still new and we have so much to deal with right now with the grounders and I just can't be worrying about, like a serious relationship right now." I sighed, sending her a pleading look.

"Clarke, if you don't like him as much as he likes you then don't lead him on," She snapped, "He's my brother and –"

"That's not it!" I replied loudly cutting her off, "Just because I didn't say it back, that doesn't mean that I don't feel it, I'm terrified that I like him more than he likes me and right now I cannot deal with worrying about –"

She in return cut me off, placing her hands on my shoulders, "Clarke, everything is terrifying down here. The grounders, who we've immediately defined as our enemies, now our own people, we can't take anything for granted and depriving yourself of feeling something because you are afraid is the stupidest thing ever. I know Finn hurt you, and that's what boys do, but some also give you more."

I smiled slightly at her, punching her lightly in the shoulder, "When did you get so wise?"

She shrugged, smiling crookedly in the Blake-like way, "The man I love is one of our enemies, but he loves me and we make a hell of a team so I have to find a way to fight for my people and for my heart."

Raven was in excruciating pain. Not that she would ever admit it, but I knew that she was. Her teeth and fists were clenched so hard that her nails had cut red crescents into her palms and her jaw was shaking, her skin pale, the veins on her forehead standing out.

"Raven I'm going to have to change the bandage and have another look, but it's going to hurt." I murmured quietly, pushing her damp hair away from her sweaty forehead.

She nodded, "What's new huh?"

"You're going to be okay Raven." I stated firmly, gently smoothing out her fist and squeezing her hand in mine.

She nodded managing a small smile, "Of course I am." She replied, but her eyes told me that she didn't believe that for a second.

We managed to flip her onto her stomach and I was able to examine the wound, which thankfully had remained clean, lessening my worries about infection, but did nothing to raise my hopes about removing the bullet.

"What happens if we can't get it out?" Raven asked, her voice muffled by the table her head was resting on.

"It'll be extremely painful," I sighed, pulling her shirt back down, "We need to get in contact with the Ark."

"And if we can get it out?" She asked.

I took a deep breath, dreading my next words, "There's a high chance of paralysis."

She inhaled sharply, before replying, her voice cracking, "Wow, sucks."

"Look Raven, I am going to do absolutely everything I can, we are going to find a way to get you through this." I said firmly, gripping her wrist reassuringly.

She opened her mouth to reply but instead her eyes lifted to something behind me, "Woah what happened to you?"

I frowned, turning quickly to find Bellamy walking into the drop ship, a bruise around his eye and with a wad of material pressed against what I assumed was a wound above his other eyebrow. Wounded or not I still felt butterflies erupt in my stomach at the sight of him, he was still ridiculously cute.

"What the hell?" I demanded walking over and, reaching my hand up to touch the purpling skin with the tips of my fingers.

He winced, swatting my hand away, "It's nothing, but the blood wouldn't stop so Miller and Jasper forced me to get you to check it out." His voice was annoyed, and clearly Miller and Jasper had, had to argue to get him to come here.

"How did it happen?" I sighed, gesturing for him to sit down on one of the makeshift stools on the other side of the drop ship room.

He slumped down onto it, and I couldn't help but be aware that I was standing between his legs as I moved forward to check on the wound. He was ridiculously gorgeous with his hair mussed, his palms resting on his thighs, leaning back slightly, brown eyes watching me as I reached up to remove the material from his face.

"Jesus Bellamy," I muttered before he could answer, gently pressing my fingers to the skin around the wound.

Something sharp had torn a pretty decent gash into the skin above his eyebrow, and when I actually touched the wound, Bellamy's face contorted and his hand involuntarily dropped to squeeze my hip, his eyes shut in an attempt to mask the pain.

I sighed dropping one hand to rest on the side of his neck in reassurance, causing his eyes to flutter open and meet mine, "What happened?" I asked.

"We were interrogating Murphy," He sighed, loosening his hand on my hip and instead resting his palm gently against the curve of my hip and back, "We didn't have him tied up and I got a bit frustrated and riled him up and we were fighting and he got hold of a rock and yeah." He pointing toward his forehead.

I rolled my eyes, "You need to be more careful."

His brow furrowed and annoyance flickered through his eyes, "Coming from you."

I sighed, letting go of him and turning away to grab some stitches, "Sorry for being concerned."

Before I could walk over to the supplies to get something to stitch the wound, Bellamy snagged hold of my wrist and tugged me back toward him, "Wait Clarke, don't, I get that you have a right to be concerned, I just think in this instance that it's unnecessary."

I chewed on my lip, watching him, remembering what he'd said to me the night before, "Are we all good?" I asked quietly, hoping that Raven couldn't hear what we were saying.

He frowned, releasing my wrist and instead moving his hand gently down to grasp mine, linking his fingers through my own, the warmth from his skin sending tingles up my arm, "Of course we are, why would you ask that?" His eyes pierced into mine questioningly.

"I just, after what you said yesterday and I didn't say—"

He cut me off, his cheeks flushing slightly, "I'm not fifteen Clarke, I don't expect that sort of thing from you, I meant it so I said it, there's not expectations attached."

I could tell that it was making him uncomfortable to talk about it. I stepped even closer and I pressed one hand to his neck and moved so that I was as close to him as was possible considering out positions, "But Bellamy that's—"

He cut me off again, leaning forward to kiss me quickly, "Don't worry about it, just stitch me up so I can get back to work please."

"Gross!" Raven called, and I was suddenly very aware that we weren't alone. Flushing I stepped back and rolled my eyes, grinning sheepishly at Bellamy who returned it with a cheeky smirk.

I could see that the conversation was over, and I so desperately wanted to talk to him about it in a place where I could express myself fully without fear of being overheard so I let it go.

"I want to talk about it later," I warned, heading over to get the material for the stitches.

Bellamy POV

Once Clarke had put three stitches in my forehead I left her to see to Raven and headed back to check on Murphy. Seeing her made me feel stupidly happy despite having a decent flow of blood seeping from my head and an aching pain resonating from it. I blamed the loss of blood for the way my stomach swooped upon seeing her annoyed furrowed forehead appraise my wound. I felt as though we had reached some sort of stability in whatever our relationship was and the feeling it gave me to know that I would get to curl up with her each night were feelings that I would never reveal to anyone, especially not O, in my entire life. They made me feel vulnerable but also ridiculously light, the sort of feelings I saw in Miller when he looked at Roma, feelings I relentlessly teased him about. It annoyed me because it distracted me from the task at hand.

Murphy.

I was at a loss about how to deal with him, he'd seemed generally calm until I'd forced him into retaliation with my anger at being hung by the neck. But he seemed strangely different from the boy who we'd banished from the camp. He still wanted to separate me from my head but that seemed to be an issue he had only with me (and possibly with valid reason).

He had asked how Raven was which had surprised so much that I'd smacked him in the teeth because I assumed it was a taunt – which it turned out not to be.

All I knew was that there were going to be a lot more issues on the horizon that Murphy paled in comparison too.

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