Octavia was the first to make Clarke smile, which Bellamy found a little surprising. He was not sure what had happened to the girls, but he was perfectly okay with them laughing together.

Later on, he found out that Octavia had come to Clarke's house in the middle of the night, seeking help for a little boy, who was still just getting over the plague. He had developed a fever during the night, and had woken up Octavia, complaining of a stomach ache.

"They both stayed up with him," Raven had told Bellamy, "I don't think they yelled at each other or anything, they just decided to bury the hatchet."

"Let's hope a storm doesn't come and bring the hatchet back up," Bellamy said.

"Let's hope."

Bellamy crossed his arms and stared at her for a second, "What about you? Buried anything lately?"

Raven looked over her shoulder at the blonde, who was talking to Heda, "Maybe later."

"Holding onto a grudge for very long is dangerous. And hard to do."

Raven looked down at her feet then back up, "Yeah, well...forgiving her is harder."

"Don't miss your chance to forgive her, that's all I have to say. You might loose her completely."

Raven studied him for a second, "I'm guessing you haven't told her?"

"No."

Raven frowned, "Soon then. Or you might miss your chance."

Bellamy frowned, nodding, and Raven turned to look back at Clarke, "She looks better. Happier almost. I was beginning to think your therapy sessions wouldn't work, but...Alcon even said she was sleeping better. Even more than she did when Lexa slept next to her."

"Yeah. At first it was hard, but..."

"The surgery worked?" Raven teased.

"How do you know about that?"

"Because you all keep talking about surgery when you're together. It makes sense to compare it to her position, her knowing medicine and all. Everyone just figured it out."

"Everyone?" Bellamy asked, feeling like he had given something of him and Clarke away.

Raven nodded, leaning closer to her, "Everyone also knows there's only one way to make her fully healed. You know what that is! don't you?"

"...Yeah. I know."

"You all are making good time, but at this rate...get it done before we leave."

"Clarke? Can I talk to you?" Bellamy asked, and Clarke nodded at him.

She and Alcon made their way over to him, and Bellamy frowned, "Alone?" he asked.

Alcon shifted a little, and Clarke turned to him, "It's not like he's going to hurt me or anything."

The man nodded, backing away, and Bellamy led Clarke behind a house so that they were away from the fire.

"Everything okay?" she asked, and Bellamy ran his hand through his hair, "I don't even know where to start."

"Maybe at the beginning?" Clarke suggested.

Bellamy shifted, then nodded, "When you left...everything went wrong."

"Bellamy..." she started, but he shook his head, "You have to let me talk. You just listen."

So, Clarke leaned against the house, waiting for him to father himself.

"When you left...I started doing everything wrong. I knew how to lead just fine, just...not without you. For the first week, I was utterly aware that you were gone, but...I caught myself about to tell the kids to go find you. Then, as I came to terms with it...I tried to replace you, I even tried bandaging wounds, all the things you would do, but after a while...I realized that people didn't want me to be you, that it only made you leaving harder for them. So I stopped, realizing I couldn't fill the hole that you left."

He ran his hand through his hair and looked down at his feet, "After you left and I stopped trying to be you...I realized that there was a huge void, not only in the kids, but in me as well, something that I couldn't fill...that only you could fill."

He heard Clarke gasp, but he didn't look up, "I-uh...I realized that I needed you that I..."

He looked up at her, and she nodded, understanding. Understanding what he meant, what he couldn't say something, WHY he couldn't say it.

He moved towards her, slowly, letting her stop him if she wanted to. But, she didn't. She sat there calmly against the wall, giving him a small smile as her got closer and closer, til his arms wrapped around her waist, "Is this okay?"

She nodded and their lips met briefly before sealing together.

Minutes passed, hours passed, but Bellamy didn't care. He had Clarke in his arms, something he had wanted since...he didn't know when. Honestly, he didn't know anything, but Clarke let out a contented sigh and he was okay with that, he was okay with a blank mind for the first time in his life.

"I have to thank Octavia for talking to Raven," Clarke said against his cheek as they leaned against the wall together.

"WHAT?!" he asked, looking at her.

"Well, we both agreed that you needed a push, and I couldn't do it and your sister couldn't do it, but Raven? She can."

"You three are diabolical, you know that?"

"We embrace it," Clarke declared, smiling.