"What's up, bitches?" rang through the apartment as Raven Reyes stormed through the door. She froze at the sight of Clarke curled against an equally sleepy Bellamy. The difference between the two, however, was that one was awake.

Bellamy looked over his shoulder at the intruder. "Six o'clock already?" he whispered, not wanting to disturb Clarke. It seemed as if the only time she really got any sleep was using him as her pillow on the couch. Not that he minded…until his limbs started to go numb, that is.

Raven sighed, plopping down into the recliner. She knew all too well about Clarke's restlessness as she was the target of many late-night phone calls. "How long has she been out?"

"About an hour." Bellamy glanced at the sleeping woman and moved a lock of hair that had fallen in her face to behind her ear. "We were watching a documentary."

Raven scoffed. "That seems to put everyone to sleep except you."

Bellamy grinned. "It's what I do when I watch Merrick. Works like a charm."

The mechanic started to squirm in her seat. "So…I heard that Clarke told Finn."

"Who told you?"

"Finn. He stopped by yesterday. He was hysteric." Raven shook her head. "He's convinced that the baby is yours but she's blaming him for everything instead."

"Yougottabekiddingme," came a muffled voice.

Bellamy hadn't even been aware that Clarke had stirred enough to wake up. He moved his arm from her waist so she could sit up, but it seemed as if she burrowed closer to him.

Clarke repositioned her head on his shoulder so she could see Raven. "Hey, Ray."

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," her friend smiled. "Any bad dreams?"

Clarke rubbed her head on Bellamy in a way of saying 'no'. "So what happened with Finn?" she yawned, still half asleep.

Raven scoffed. "He about pounded my door down because he was so frantic. I opened the door to tell him off but he stormed in, ranting about you and the baby. Clarke's gotta be lying," she said, lowering her voice to mimic Finn's. "I always thought those two were getting it on. And now she's just finding someone else to blame for her mistakes. That baby belongs to Shaggy, there's no denying that."

"Hey!" Bellamy yelped. "My hair isn't that long!" Well, sure his bangs were falling into his eyes, but he's had it longer than that before.

Clarke giggled, reaching up to wrap a lock of his hair around her finger. "It kinda is. But I like it this way." There was a sparkle in her eye that had always been rare, that told Bellamy she was in a really good mood, but he figured this was the first time he'd seen it since the breakup.

"Okay, you two. Can I get back to my story now?"

Bellamy and Clarke broke their gaze to face Raven again. They mumbled their apologies.

While Bellamy was still beaming about Clarke's mood, there was something in Raven's expression that made him uneasy. He knew that he was in for a conversation when they were alone. But for now, she let him off the hook.

"Finn was so messed up. Wick had to actually shove him out the door." Raven laughed at the memory.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute." Clarke pushed herself up off of Bellamy which had to mean that she thought of something important. "Wick was over last night? I thought you hated him."

The mechanic's mouth moved but nothing came out.

"No. Way. You're dating Wick?! Since when?" Clarke didn't sound offended though. She seemed over the moon about it.

"Since last week," Raven blushed. "I finally gave in and it didn't go too badly."

Bellamy's jaw dropped as he realized something. "So you're the wrench-monkey? Miller told me Wick was finally going out with someone but I never would have guessed it was you! I thought you hated each other!"

"Well, it's still kinda new and he knows about Finn so we're taking things slow."

"Did you tell him about Finn before or after he ruined your date?"

Raven narrowed her eyes at Bellamy. "Bad breakups aren't typically involved in third date conversations, Lillian."

Clarke froze. However touchy the subject of Finn was for her, whenever someone brought up Lilly, Bellamy became a mess. He hated to be reminded of her and he typically ended up not saying anything for a few hours, or days…

"Get out," Bellamy barked.

Raven tripped over her words. "Bellamy, I am so sorry, it just slipped out."

"Get out!"

When Raven didn't move fast enough, Bellamy did. He launched himself to his feet, grabbed his jacket and his keys, thankful he hadn't taken his shoes off when he got home, and stormed out of the house.

Bellamy drove around town for a while, not sure what he was doing. He was seething. Everyone knew not to bring her up around him. He knew they talked about it all the time, though, but not to his face. Never to his face.

He finally ended up at his sister's house. The light was still on which meant at least one of them was awake.

And the awake one proved to be Octavia when she came running out of the house to fling her arms around him after he got out of the car.

"Thank God you're okay," she breathed into his neck.

He chuckled. There was something about his sister that always brightened his mood. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Octavia pulled back to stare her brother in the eye. "Because Clarke's called me a million times. She said you ran off without your phone."

Bellamy patted his pockets and glanced in his car. "Huh. I guess I forgot to grab it."

"She also told me why you took off." She wrapped a hand around his elbow and started to tug him towards her house. "Come on. Merrick is having a rough time falling asleep. I think you're just what he needs." Octavia glanced at her brother. "And I think he's just what you need, too."