Chapter 3:

Octavia ran into the drop ship while Clarke caught her reflection on a broken mirror they'd found in a bunker. She was fixing her hair and pushing up her breasts in an attempt to look good for Bellamy. She was so sure that they were going to have sex tonight. "Hey Clarke- what time is it?" Octavia asked, "I have plans for the night."

Clarke looked down at her watch. "It's 4:25." She said but then she furrowed her brows. "No it's not- it has to be at least 6:30." My watch is dead. It seemed like a small problem, but she couldn't handle it. She started breathing heavily. "I'm hyper-hyper- Octavia." She was having a panic attack. She could feel her heart beating at the speed of light. She tried to reach for the table to bounce herself only to find that her entire body was too shaky. She fell to the ground directly on her ass. She brought her knees to her chest and tried to focus on her breathing.

Octavia started panicking as well but not severely. "What do you want me to do? Huh? Clarke! Answer me…Clarke…" Her words were starting to fade in Clarke's head though… She couldn't think straight. The only thing going through her mind was her father being sentenced to death- the fact that she went to solitary confinement. How didn't I go crazy? What if I am crazy? What if I reached my breaking point? She kept thinking about how her mother orchestrated this entire thing… her mother. The person that'd given birth to her and raised her to be strong. She was going to follow in her mother's steps as a doctor. Her chest hurt. Octavia was yelling now- she looked so scared.

Clarke closed her eyes and begged to regain her thoughts. She took in a deep breath suddenly when Octavia put her hand on her hair. They brought her back to reality. "I'm okay." Clarke closed her eyes, her head falling against the wall as she closed her eyes. "I'm okay." She repeated.

"That was not okay." Octavia said, "That was a panic attack… what happened?"

"This was my dad's watch and now it's dead." Clarke nodded, "Just like him…and it's my mom's fault. I guess my body and my mind haven't settled with that yet."

Octavia sat next to her, "I went to a party and my mom got killed." O said. "I was so ready to get out of that room that I was reckless. I pushed Bell into letting me be reckless in the typical way that I influence him…" Octavia said, "My mom got floated and I got sent to solitary like I hadn't been hidden in a room for years in the first place."

"I'm sorry that happened to you." Clarke said, "My dad…he wouldn't want me to be mad at my mom. But… she sent us here to die." She shook her head, "She dressed it up like a second chance but she sent us here to die. All of us. Some of these people had a chance to get reviewed and freed. I certainly didn't…"

"And I didn't." Octavia said, "But Monty or Jasper- they could have gotten out."

Clarke nodded, "Charlotte too."

"Wells." Octavia said.

"But we would be suffering right now. They would have killed us if we weren't sent to Earth and I know that… I know that. Still, she stopped the people from being warned. She sacrificed nearly 400 people because of her fear and then she tells me I have to be strong. I have to be tough and fight for my life every day." Octavia wrapped her arm around Clarke's shoulders. "I'm confused right now but it will pass."

"That, it will."

"I just remembered I have a date." Clarke said, "With your brother…"

"Oh… so we're going to be sisters?" Octavia nodded, "I think I could put up with you for eternity."

Clarke sighed, "First night together." She reminded Octavia, "This is one of those unofficial dates too- I was just going to show up. Pray he wants me. I don't think Bellamy would appreciate the forwardness of me calling you sister, sister." Clarke smiled a little. "It'll be our little secret."

"Okay, sister."

Bellamy:

Clarke was late- okay, she wasn't really late because they hadn't set up an actual time. It was just an assumption between the two that tonight was the night. Too fast or not they were heating up and he wanted that heat underneath his skin tonight. He looked around his tent and released an uneasy breath. What if she changed her mind and she didn't know how to break it to him? What if she regretted everything?

"Dammit!" Bellamy was starting to get unwound. His palms were sweating, his heartbeat was too fast. He wanted her. No, he needed her. He decided to stand up- make a few rounds around camp, desperately glance into the drop ship to see if she had a patient. He walked out the tent, trying to make it look like he was going somewhere other than the ship but he found himself walking straight to it in a hurry.

The second he could see inside the medical bay, he saw the two girls in an embrace. Octavia had her arms around Clarke's shoulder and Clarke was looking at her with this tear soaked smile. "Ah… I was wondering how long it would take your horny ass to walk through here." Octavia called to him.

"What's wrong?" He ignored his sister, "You've been crying."

"More than that." Octavia said under her breath, "She scared the shit out of me but she's fine now. Right? You're fine."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Clarke nodded her head, "It seems so stupid but my watch died." She sniffled, "My dad's watch died."

"Clarke…" Bellamy said, "I'm sorry."

Clarke shook her head, "Don't worry. Octavia was my shoulder to lean on while I went mentally insane. I'm fine now." She stood up, helping Octavia with her. "But if you insist on talking, I'm sure we can take it back to your tent."

"That's my signal to exit." O said, squeezing Clarke's hand. Bellamy looked concerned but he didn't say anything until Octavia was out of earshot.

She shrugged under his gaze, her lip quivering. She looked up at the ceiling then back at him while she tried to hide her tears. "It's okay, Clarke." He whispered, moving close to her before wrapping his arms around her. She let the tears fall down her cheeks, dripping over her chin onto Bellamy's shirt. "It's okay, Clarke." He repeated, smoothing down her hair.

"I'm weak over a watch."

"Not weak." He said, "C'mon let's go." He took her hand into his and they started walking. She looked at him the whole time- waiting for him to let her go in front of the remainders of the 100. He never did.