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 walked past the control room, peering in at the alert guard, his eyes not yet glazed over. They must have switched shifts.

"Sir," Dr Simons began, the man jumped at his voice, "I am doing an expirament, it involves the two you seen on your screen. I personally need to monitor them, so may I ask you to leave?" The man did a once over on him, taking every detail in, then his eyes grew wide.

He recongized him.

"O-Of course Doctor, what ever you need." The man made a quick nod of acknowlegdement and left. With few steps Dr Simons walked into the little room, shut the door, and walked to the monitor that displayed Clarke and Bellamy. He reached his fingers out, brushing against the smooth monitor screen, static grew on his fingers as he traced the outline of Clarke.

Then he shut it off.

Since Dr. Simons warning, Clarke could hardly keep herself off Bellamy, but he didn't seem to mind. Her nightmare was coming to life, she was going to lose him. Again. After a while, Bellamy leaned away from her, his dark eyes taking her in. She must of looked like a mess, it had been awhile since she had seen herself in a mirror, but her hair felt longer, she felt thinner, frailer. As if the place they were trapped in was sucking the life from her. But Bellamy didn't look at her like she was frail or fragile. Not the way she caught her mom, or Raven, or even Finn looking at her sometimes, no, Bellamy looked at her like she was stone, something carved from Obsidian rock, something powerfull and pristine. He looked at her like she was his Princess. His Queen.

"Clarke," He whispered, his mouth brushing against hers, "How far?" His voice dropped, as if the question took all his breath. It took away hers, anyway.

"Bell," She whispered, falling closer to him, "I want you." Whatever guard he had up, whatever safetly mechanism that held him at bay broke. He pushed her back, kissing and biting. He nudged himself between her legs, taking off her pathetic white shirt, then his jacket. Time seemed to speed up, because soon they were both naked, lying on a mat of their clothes.

She didn't know where she ended and he began, but she never felt more whole.

Clarke woke tangled in cloth and Bellamy. She had put her underwear back on, he had his pants back on, but his shirt was wrapped around her. He was snoring lightly, his face showed the extent of pure exhaustion. His left eye was faintly purple, cuts on his nose show that he had nearly broken it on a few occasions. He had brusies all around his torso, a burn mark on his side. He looked like hell.

And now they were going to die. After everything they made it through, it would end by some strange, unseen enemy. The same goverment they swore to uphold. How ironic.

Then she noticed something, a light was flashing. Like a warning.

"Bellamy, wake up." She nudged him, grabbing the first bit of fabric she could. He grabbed his coat, through it on quickly and she threw on a shirt.

The main door slid open and Dr. Simons appeared. He looked gidy.

"Hello, children, today's the day." Bellamy growled at the doctors mirth, but he suddenly flinched. Clarke could see a small, orange feather dark sticking from his stomach.

"Fuck." He whispered, glancing over to Clarke before he began to sway. She rushed over, trying to keep him from falling head-first in the ground. A pinch shocked her, they shot her too.

"Bellamy, I want you to know that I love you, and that it was an honor to lead the Hundred with you, I'm so sorry." She fell to her knees, Bellamy was already on the floor, she was falling asleep, her eyelids closing at their own will.

"I..love you...Princess." He smirked, his eyes closing. Then it all went black.

Clarke woke to a bright, pale light. She was strapped to a white metal bed. The leather straps at her wrists and ankles were painful and tight.

"Ah, Clarke, welcome to the land of the living." Dr. Simons smiled, but the gesture didn't reach his eyes. They were still dark and black as ever.

"Bellamy?" She whispered, her voice hoarse.

"He has been delivered to the Commander." So he was dead now. Clarke felt like she could puke, her heart aching.

"Please, if he's still alive, please help him. I will do whatever you want, Please." She begged, pushing away what was left of her dignity.

"I am afraid there is nothing I can do with that aspect. I tried to give you two...a little personal time." He had stopped smiling, his eyes studying her reaction.

"But he will kill him!" Clarke screamed, yanking at her restraints.

"Yes. He will."

"You bastard!" She screamed, "You goddamed son of a bitch!" Then something very unexpected happened. Dr. Simons was kissing her.

It wasn't dirty, a simple kiss, his lips moving against hers.

Fucker.

She opened her mouth, and bit his lips until she tasted blood.

Dr. Simons screamed, yanking away from her. She saw some of his flesh on his lip was serverly cut, the rest bleeding quickly. He'd need stitches.

He didn't say anything, but quickly turned and left, slamming the white door behind him.

Without hesitation, Clarke yanked at her straps, loosening one enough to reach her hand into her front pocket of her pants.

Her fingers found her pocket knife.

Here you are lovely's. I hope you are enjoying the story. I know this is happening kind of quick, but this is a turning point chapter, and so it has to get to the point. How about that Bellarke moment? I can't write smut, so hopefully that works. ;)

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P.S. if you have seen the recent episode, I CALLED IT! The crazy doctor, the blood thing! Now if Bellarke would happen, I'd be happy!