A/N: Welp, this was suppose to be three chapters but after that kickass premire, I got inspired to continue this, so enjoy. This is still based off my version but it will mix a bit with the show as it aires. This might get a little confusing, but bare with me.

Dr Simons watched the monitor, it's image simply shown a hugging couple, their faces buried into one anothers clothes. Looking on he made his way into a interogation room that housed the boy named Finn. He was a handesome boy, perhaps not quite eighteen, nicks and cuts covered his face.

"Finn C of the Sky People, I am Peter Simons. I would like to talk to you on the matter of Clarke Griffin, your leader." The boy tried hard not to acknowledge him, staring at the door.

"I've been told you two...have a history. You see, my boss wants her head on a pike, but I think she is much more helpful alive." He adjusted his glasses on his face, watching the boy. He seemed to twitch when Clarke was mentioned, perhaps he loved her.

"What do you want?" Finn hissed, brown eyes still on the door.

"Information, about her and Bellamy." Finally, Finn's eyes flickered toward Dr. Simons.

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"How long have we been in here?" Clarke asked, her head pressed against the crook of Bellamy's neck.

"I don't know." He answered, his breath tickling her hair and ear. "So, how'd you figure out you didn't love Finn?" That came out of nowhere, Clarke thought. This was foreign territory between her and Bellamy.

"I was reminded, when I was locked up, of someone I actually loved."

"What did the crazy Doctor mean when you...you drove yourself into a coma?"

"I don't know. I thought a dream was reality and vise-versa. It was twisted." Clarke felt a shudder rip through her. The worst feeling was that craving of wanting to go back.

"All to see Finn and the camp?" He was opening up a chance to her. To take it would mean opening herself up, making her feelings known.

Fuck it.

"All to see you." She whispered. Bellamy froze next to her. No turning back now.

"Why?" His voice held no shock, just thinly controlled emotions she couldn't name.

"Because...I..." She took a breath, "Because, Bellamy, I think I'm in love with you."

Clarke wished she had any type of light source, anything to gage Bellamy's reaction. She hated not knowing what he was thinking, and now he was dead silent. Clarke felt around her jacket, she must of grabbed something from the fallen guards. She had a knife in her boot, wow, the guards suck at searching her.

A match stick, okay, and...wait was that a flare? She yanked it out, hearing it crack. Bright orange glowed from her hand, illuminating her small bubble of space shared with Bellamy. She could see him now. A look of hunger was imbedded in his features. Before she could say anything, Bellamy pushed forward, crushing his lips to hers, working and teasing his lips against her mouth.

It was leagues better than in her dream.

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Dr Simons studied the boy in front of him. He was, without a doubt, in love with Clarke. He also envied Bellamy's hold on the camp and on Clarke. So he knew of Clarkes sway toward him. Perfect. That was an angle they could work from later.

Dr Simons walked out of the room, down to the Captain. He had heard of their capture. He also wanted Bellamy.

"Sir." Dr. Simons said as he entered the large office-like room. It was brightly lit, the white brick walls seemed to echo back the light throughout the room. The Captain sat in a heavily padded black chair, he was smoking a cigar, a smile pastered his face.

"You got 'em?" He leaned back pridefully.

"Yes, Sir."

"You have them both?" He took a large puff, letting the smoke drift from his nostrils.

"Yes, Sir." The smile seemed to widen.

"Fantastic! I knew I could count on you! As a treat, you have forty-eight hours to do what you please with Ms. Griffin before we kill her. And that man, Bellamy, I want him taken to Unit 23, I have special plans for that bastard!" The Captain let out a wheezed laugh, smoke coming out of his mouth in puffs of dark smoke.

"Yes, Sir." Dr. Simons retorted, standing near the dark desk, watching this man was like watching a kid being told he'd get a million dollars. "When do you want him?"

"The Unit is being cleaned up after the last mess. We don't want old, rusty tools doing a bang-up job, now do we?" The Captain gurggled.

"No, Sir."

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Bellamy didn't seem to want to stop, nor did Clarke even though her lips ached. Having him so close, being everywhere on her body was a feeling Clarke didn't ever want to stop. A click resounded in the room, white lights illuminated the cell in seconds, sending piercing white light into their eyes. Clarke felt Bellamy spring from her, pushing her into the corner behind him.

"Hands up!" A guard called, "Show me your hands!"

"Clarke, whatever happens, if you get a chance to run, you take it, and don't stop." Bellamy hissed, pressing a rough kiss against Clarkes temple.

"Clake, Bellamy, don't do something stupid now." Dr. Simons cooed at them, then turned to the guard, "You can leave now." The guard nodded turning sharply exited through a large gray steel door.

"What do you want?" Bellamy growled.

"We have never been formally introduced, I am Dr. Peter Simons."

"I don't care." He hissed at him, squeezing Clarke tigher into the corner.

"On the contrary, my boss wants you dead, Bellamy, and I can tell you it will not be a peacful dead, rather one that ends with you in pieces. So listen up," He strolled closer to the metal bars that separated them. There were three other cells that made a semi cirle room, the exit was on the flat wall. "I am only interested in Clarke, lets get that straight, but I wanted to tell you that when we deliver Bellamy to the Captain, we will be releasing Finn, Monty, and Jasper from their confindment. They will be released to leave the compound."

"What does the Captain want with Bellamy?" Clarke hissed, pushing herself out from behind him.

"Bellamy has made a fool of his nephew when he came to rescue you, and the Captain wants him punished. Plus he has a total dislike of outsiders." The Dr. pushed his glasses up on his face.

"What of Clarke?"

"I have forty-eight hours of testing before she is killed." Clarke felt her heart drop.

"What do you want?" Clarke yelled at him, loosing whatever control she had on her feelings.

"I'd figure I would give you a heads up to say some final goodbyes. You two have until morning." Then without a farewell, he simply turned around and left. The lights shut off, leaving Bellamy and Clarke to stare at eachtother in the pale light of the orange glow stick.