Have some stupid little story revolving around Clarke and kabby ;)
5 Times Clarke Witnesses A Private Moment and One Time Abby And Marcus Do
1.
The rover was going fast but no one strapped in the back berated Miller about it. Nathan had a jerky driving style but he was the only one from the people currently in the car who could drive properly without stalling every two minutes. Clarke put learning to drive on her list of things to do, right under saving the world and after taking a shower. There were priorities.
She glanced at the tensed faces around, her eyes lingered on Bryan who was wincing with every jolt but making a good show of not looking that injured anymore – he had had to plead to be allowed to travel. She waited for her mother to tell Nathan to slow down but that never happened. Abby wasn't really looking at her patient, she was clenching the edge of her seat, her gaze lost in the distance.
It was Clarke who called to Nathan to slow down a little, even if that meant they would take longer reaching camp. She was impatient to talk to Raven. Everything since the City of Light fell had been going terribly slow. She had told the others about the nuclear threat but there had been no real time to properly sit down and start planning, not with so many injured.
Kane and Bellamy had put together a small group and had gone back to Arkadia a week or so earlier – dragging a hastily patched up Jaha with them because nobody was confident he wouldn't get mauled to death by the crowd. Everyone who could work as a healer had stayed behind in Polis. Indra and Roan were trying to get some order back in the city but it was difficult, the Grounders had no Heda left and they were lost. They had turned to Clarke because she was Wanheda, because she had ascended, like it or not, and because Titus had entrusted her with the flame.
It might be easier in the long run to play Wanheda, to get the Grouders' cooperation. They would need peace in the times to come. Right now, she needed to gather everyone and talk things through, to try and find some options. She had left Murphy behind in Polis as a stand-in Flamekeeper, hoping he wouldn't double-cross her. She had also told Octavia to keep an eye on things until Indra or Roan or both could make the trip to Arkadia with the rest of the sky people. Jackson had been left in charge of the makeshift Medical in Polis. They should follow in a few days.
If everything went according to plan. And when did it ever?
Her mother had wanted to stay but Clarke had insisted. She wasn't sure she would respect whatever conclusion the Council agreed to but they needed to talk it over. They were the Council now. They needed to decide. It was a heavy burden to shoulder but one Clarke was weirdly starting to get used to.
She leaned in her mother's space a little, recoiling when Abby startled.
"Sorry." she said, too aware everyone was looking at them. "Are you alright?"
It was tentative. They hadn't found a lot of time to talk between patients to see and doomsday discussions to have. Clarke had lost count of the number of times she had caught her staring at the wounds on her chest with a self-loathing expression on her face, she had also lost count of the number of times she had promised Abby it hadn't been her. She thought her mother knew that deep down but that it was difficult for her to see beyond the pain she had caused. It certainly was difficult for Clarke not to stare at the ugly heavy bruising around Abby's neck.
"I'm fine." her mother offered with a small smile. It was a lie. Children couldn't always tell when their parents were lying but Clarke wasn't a child anymore and she could see this was meant at making her feel better, as if it was still Abby's job to make sure she was alright. Although she supposed it would always look like that for her mother.
"We'll be there soon." Nathan offered from the driver seat.
Abby nodded but didn't look comforted by the prospect. Maybe she was nervous, Clarke decided. She had been chipped when she had left Arkadia and before that… Well, with Pike in command, the rebellion, and their friends being sentenced to death, it couldn't have been easy. Her heart clenched painfully at the memory of Lincoln's pointless murder. She couldn't say she blamed Octavia. If it had been her… She might have done the same thing.
It was night by the time the rover drove into camp. Nathan stopped it right in the middle of the courtyard, muttering that Raven or Monty could park it properly because he wasn't going to deal with them accusing him of breaking their toys or scratching the paint.
Bellamy was the one who had opened the gates and he was the first to greet her, with a hug and an anxious once over, as if he was scared she had been up to no good while he was gone and had gotten hurt in the process.
"I'm still in one piece." she snorted. "Mostly."
He smirked but she could tell he wasn't amused. "Good."
Everyone scattered, unloading the rover, catching up with the people who had come to greet them… Clarke looked around, still finding it odd to find herself back at Arkadia, and caught sight of her mother who was doing a very good job at stalling by checking and rechecking her bag right next to the truck: she was emptying its content on the ground, tossing covert glances toward the mess hall. And, sure enough, right in front of the mess hall was Kane. He was nodding at whatever Bellamy was reporting but his eyes were on her mother.
Both of them looked so uncertain that Clarke rolled her eyes and marched toward Abby who glanced up at her with a smile that was absolutely fake. As if her own daughter couldn't tell.
"Whatever happened between you two, it was all ALIE." she said, not bothering with diplomacy.
Apparently, it wasn't the right thing to say because, if her mother finally stood up, she also winced. Abby didn't have the luxury of answering though because suddenly Kane was there and Clarke didn't know why she was surprised. Of course he wouldn't let her mother shy away from her friends just because she had done horrible things while chipped. She reciprocated his hesitant nod with one of her own and got busy repacking the bag Abby had been emptying in an attempt to stall.
"Chancellor." he greeted her mother, his voice strangely tentative.
Crouching on the ground to cram everything back in the bag, Clarke rolled her eyes.
"That's you." Abby frowned.
"You were our last one." Kane shrugged. "Pike's dead so, according to the Charter…"
"I swear if anyone else quotes the Exodus Charter to me one more time…" her mother growled and Clarke lifted her eyebrows in surprise. She didn't know who had pissed Abby off with the Charter but they better stay out of the doctor's way if they knew what was good for them. "We agreed it was your turn. And, no, we are not having elections this time around. If I'm the rightful Chancellor, I'm officially giving you the title. You're the Chancellor now. Congratulations."
There was some irony and a lot of pain in her mother's voice. Clarke looked up but they weren't paying her any attention anyway, they were staring at each other, almost hostile. Well… Abby looked almost hostile. As if she didn't know how to deal with the whole situation.
She had hurt Kane under ALIE's orders, Clarke figured. She had hurt Kane like she had hurt her.
"I'm not sure I'm the right one for…" he started, averting his eyes.
"You are." Abby cut him off, reaching for his arm. She shied away from it before she made contact, she dropped her hand but her voice softened. "You are, Marcus." A hesitant smile played on her lips. "I think we lost the pin. It's been the official pin for almost a century, you know. It's probably considered a humanity treasure or something…"
The tension left Kane's shoulders and he smiled back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It figures we would be the ones to lose it, then. That's how we will go down in history. The Chancellors who lost the pin."
"Probably." Abby chuckled before looking down at her feet.
For a moment, Clarke couldn't tell if the air between them was cleared or not. She found it hard to figure out how they worked. On the Ark, they had mostly spent all their time arguing – even when Kane was there to spend some time with her father, they always found things to argue about, to the point Jake used to say that, when they agreed on something, it was probably best to have it passed into law at once – but Clarke had never spared a second thought for the other councilman. And after that, on the Ground… She had found a surprising ally in Kane but she had never really looked further. He and her mother were obviously close friends, she didn't know how or when that had happened but she knew better than most that some circumstances made you best friends with people you never knew you could come to like. Case in point : Bellamy.
She didn't dare move though because they had completely forgotten about her and she didn't want to disturb whatever moment they were having. They would need everyone on board to face the radiation threat and that meant they didn't need anyone being at odds with anyone else.
When Kane reached out though, her eyes widened a little. He fingered the lapel of Abby's jacket where the Chancellor pin used to be.
"Does it matter who wears it?" he asked, his voice impossibly vulnerable. "We said… Are we still doing this together, Abby?"
There seemed to be a veiled question underneath. He was asking one thing but it obviously meant another and she was confused.
Her mother covered his hand with hers, finally looking up at him. Clarke couldn't quite interpret her gaze. There was longing in there and regret and a thousand things in between, but most importantly there was love. She knew what love in her mother's eyes looked like. And this, this was very much that.
Oh.
Somewhere somehow, she had missed something.
Close friends might not be just that after all.
"If you want us to." Abby whispered, her free hand coming to rest on his cheek before trailing down to his neck and finally finding a resting place on his shoulder.
He took a step forward and alarm bells started ringing in Clarke's head. They were going to kiss. Kane was going to kiss her mom. Right there, right now. Right in front of her. They were going to kiss.
And her first instinctive reaction was: ew.
Because she loved her mom and she had no major problem with Kane but, seriously, the thought of watching her mother get smooched by a man was… Not good.
She cleared her throat and stood up, not even trying to stop herself and not feeling sorry for interrupting their moment. They bolted apart guiltily. Abby's cheeks were flushed crimson and Kane didn't seem to be able to look at anyone in the eyes and Clarke had to resist the very childish impulse to just say: 'yes, I'm still here, thank you for finally noticing before you could provide me with additional trauma'. Because she was an adult, she swallowed back that urge.
"So, who's Chancellor then?" she asked instead, trying to keep her voice even despite her own blush.
The two of them shared a look and then Kane shrugged with a smile. "Both of us. Together. We'll co-lead."
That was unusual and probably illegal but Clarke was right next to her mother in the let's forget the Exodus Charter camp so she accepted that without difficulty.
"Good." she approved. "Let's get to work."
She handed the now repacked bag to Abby and hurried in fleeing the scene, not trusting them to behave like proper adults. They certainly looked like they wanted nothing else but to be alone.
She ran into Raven a few feet away. The mechanic took the time to hug her before looking at her with a frown. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Clarke made a face. "No. Just my mom and Kane."
"Were they eye fucking?" Raven chuckled. "They do that a lot."
Clarke sighed.
Maybe it would have been easier to remain on the run.
2.
The sound of voices woke her up even though they were doing their best to actually whisper. Clarke curled up a little more on the bed she now shared with her mother – because space was a problem with so many Grounders staying in Arkadia – muffling a groan in her pillow. She couldn't remember the last time she had managed to sleep through the night. And nightmares weren't to blame anymore. There were emergencies all the time. When it wasn't someone fetching Abby for a medical issue, it was about a Chancellor problem, and when it wasn't about that, it was Clarke people were looking for, to mediate between Grounders and Arkers or because there was something she needed to do or know. It was exhausting.
"We need to decide what to do with Jaha…" Kane's voice floated to her. "We can't keep him in lock-up forever."
Jaha. Jaha was a piece of work. Clarke had hoped he would have valuable information given that he had been the first to take the chip and the closest thing to a right hand ALIE had kept, but all the former Chancellor had to say was that they shouldn't have stopped the AI, that the City of Light would have been their salvation and that they had doomed them all. They couldn't tell if it was the chip messing with his brain or if he was completely crazy. Abby was betting on apoxia from the time he had spent in space. Whatever the reason, Jaha was no help.
An entire month had gone without them making any progress. Her mother was working on the nightblood thing, hoping to find a medical solution to this and, so far, it seemed like the most promising avenue. They were launching scouring parties, trying to find safe places to hide in if worst came to worst. Another Mount Weather would have come in handy. The Grounders were helping and, for now, the truce was holding. She thought about Lexa sometimes and how proud she would have been to see this. Her legacy had been peace after all.
"We should banish him." her mother sighed. "It's not ideal but…"
"I agree." Kane offered. His voice softened. "You look tired… You're not sleeping properly."
She opened an eye to confirm her suspicions. They were standing on the room's threshold, Abby was leaning against the doorframe, in the frayed pajama bottoms and the tank top she wore to bed, her hair draped over her shoulder in a hasty braid. She couldn't see Kane properly, he was mostly in the corridor and the door wasn't entirely open.
"Are you tracking me, Chancellor?" Abby grinned, an odd purr in her voice.
Clarke rolled her eyes. Adults shouldn't be allowed to flirt. And certainly not where she could hear them. Raven had warned her they were unbearable and Bellamy had advised to knock before walking in their office – she didn't want to know what he had interrupted, she really didn't – but this was taking the cake. Chancellors were supposed to be busy, so were doctors and commanders of the guards… And they were busy. So how was it possible that she found herself embarrassed at least once a day?
"I'm tracking everybody, Abby." Kane replied on the same tone. Her mother chuckled.
Clarke rolled her eyes harder.
How was this her life?
There was movement. It was too dark to say for sure but she thought Kane leaned in and she actively rolled on her other side, thinking it was better to keep her back turned. Unfortunately, she still had ears. And there was no denying the kissing sounds.
"Clarke's here." Abby murmured finally, between two – absolutely disgusting – lips locking noises.
Clarke's awake, she almost said, just because her only guilty pleasure lately was to embarrass them just as much as she was embarrassed by their displays of affection – to be fair, it wasn't like they were flashing it to the world but she seemed to have a gift to walk in on them being either mushy or aggressively kissing, no in-between. Sometimes, when things like that happened, she felt like she was the mother and Abby the teenager. She wasn't enjoying the role reversal.
"I know." Kane mumbled. "It's just… I miss you."
"I miss you too." Abby confessed, sounding pained. "Can we go to your room?"
"No… I'm still rooming with Bellamy." he said and the longing in his voice turned to seriousness. "I don't think it's getting better with Octavia."
Octavia was a time bomb waiting to happen, Clarke mused, and nothing anybody could say would help. Killing Pike might have satisfied her thirst for revenge for a time but it had done nothing for her grief. She was still hostile to Bellamy, trying to goad him into fights… She had physically assaulted him twice and had to be restrained away. Indra's influence helped some but not enough.
Kane had ordered Bellamy to move in with him because he didn't trust Octavia not to try and murder her brother during the night. He had tried to talk to O but as close as she had grown to Kane in the last year, the girl had pulled away from him too. It had never been openly said she was blaming him for letting Lincoln go to his death but it had been heavily implied.
Clarke had tried to reach out but Octavia was still angry with her, she was angry with the world.
"I was thinking maybe you could talk to her." Kane suggested.
"Me?" Abby frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?" he insisted. Clarke heard the shuffling of fabric and she figured he was awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he was prone to do when he was really feeling ill-at-ease. "You went through the same thing. Maybe…"
"Marcus, the man she loved died while the man I love was escaping." she retorted. "Trust me, I'm the last person she wants to talk about this with."
There was a long silence.
Clarke shared the sentiment wholeheartedly.
She wasn't sure if those words had been spoken before even though they were obvious. It was in every look they shared, in every touch, in every sentence…
Eventually Kane cleared his throat, sounding even more embarrassed than before. "Actually I was thinking about…"
His sentence trailed off and there was another silence.
Her father, Clarke mused. He had been thinking about Jake. But in her mother's head the man she loves now equaled to Kane and not Jake. She didn't know how she felt about that.
"Oh." Abby breathed out. "I'm sorry I…"
"No, it's me…" Kane protested. "It's… Look… Abby, I love you too. Of course, I do… I… "
Clarke had to suppress a snort.
So much for romance.
There were more kissing noises.
She considered trying to smother herself with the pillow.
"How about the war room?" Abby hummed, out of breath, eagerness in her voice. "There's the couch and…"
"Yes." Kane agreed immediately, between more kissing sounds. "Yes, let's go."
"Yes." Clarke deadpanned, rejoicing in the sudden stillness behind her back. "Please, go."
"Honey…" her mother winced.
"You know what?" she replied, staring at the wall, struck by a stroke of genius. "First thing tomorrow I'm moving in Kane's room. I'll make sure Octavia doesn't sneak in to kill Bellamy in his sleep. Bellamy won't rant to me about Kane complaining he leaves their room in a mess anymore. You get to have your boyfriend here whenever you want. And I don't have to hear anything I don't want to hear. Everybody wins."
Except Kane who was losing his room but salvation came at a price and Clarke really wanted her peace and quiet, so he could pay it.
3.
"So, did the mud treatment work, Princess?" Bellamy mocked, as soon as she flopped on the chair in front of him. "Did it do marvels for your skin?"
The mess hall was loud and full to the brink and she was glad he had found them a table but she glared all the same. The last scouring party had ended in disaster. They had found a bunker – far too small to help, it had probably been designed for a family or two – but it had been raining hard and she had lost her footing. Finding herself sitting in a puddle of mud hadn't been fun despite the fact everyone in the party had had a laugh at her expense, even the Grounders who still called her Wanheda and feared her for her supposed powers. That was how ridiculous she had looked.
She figured it had at least helped relieve some tension. They weren't any closer to finding a solution although her mother was making progress on the medical front – they had hunted and gathered as many nightbloods as they could – and fun was becoming a foreign concept.
"I used all the hot water." she declared with a triumphant grin.
Rooming with Bellamy was easier than she had thought it would be. Well… It was easier on some fronts and harder on others.
His eyes were riveted to her mouth and she instinctively licked her lips, looking away from him.
Naturally, the first thing she saw was her mother and Kane who were apparently unable to behave properly. Granted nobody was looking at them and they weren't outwardly doing anything. But it was all in the gazes and the so-called innocent touches they exchanged.
Kane was sitting at the bar and Abby was standing close, almost between his legs really. They were looking at a data pad, both frowning and talking in turn. Then one of them would look up, their eyes would meet and the frowns would unconsciously morph into small secret smiles. At some point, Abby reached to tuck a wayward strand behind her ear and Kane beat her to it.
It was all very sweet.
"I wish they would keep it behind closed doors." she sighed.
Bellamy followed her gaze and frowned a little. "You don't think it's a good thing?"
His tone was a bit frosty and she crossed her arms defensively. "No, it's not that. They're good together. It's just… It's weird to see my mom like that. With someone who's not my dad, you know?" He hesitated before nodding his understanding, thanking the woman who brought them their allotted food. She thought he was grateful for the reprieve because he dug in with an enthusiasm that the plain vegetables didn't warrant. She sighed. "What?"
"Nothing." he answered at once, betraying the fact that there was, in fact, something.
"Bellamy." she said firmly, not quite an order but close.
He shot her an annoyed look and then shrugged, keeping his eyes on his plate. "You weren't there, that's all. This didn't happen out of the blue. After Mount Weather… Your mom wasn't in the best place."
"I don't think anyone was in the best place." she remarked, stabbing a green bean with her fork.
"Kane took care of her." he insisted. "And they took care of everyone. And then… We found farm station and everything went to hell."
He dropped his fork to reach for his glass of water, his face a mask of guilt.
"It's done, Bellamy." she reminded him. "You have to let it go."
"I know." he sighed. "But… It wasn't real until Pike sentenced them to death. It didn't feel real until then. And your mom… When I told her…"
"You told her?" she winced.
"She slapped me." he admitted. "Honestly, I deserved worse."
She didn't offer a comment because… She could guess what it had been like for Abby. Losing her father had been terrible. Then she had lost Finn. And then Lexa. Grief wasn't something you got used to.
"It was like watching her whole world crumble to dust." he went on. "I thought she was going to murder Pike in cold blood. Then she pulled herself together and we planned the rescue but… For a moment there, I thought we had lost her for good. I really think she loves him."
"I know she loves him." she countered. "And he makes her happy. And more importantly, he keeps her safe. And all that are good things. I'm happy for them, I am. I just wish they wouldn't be so mushy in front of me."
"They're not that mushy." he snorted.
"They're being mushy right now." she insisted, pointing at them with her fork.
Bellamy glanced at them but they were currently staring at the data pad with matching focused looks and not at all busy exchanging looks or smiles. Of course. Right when she needed them to prove her point, they had to act professional.
He rolled his eyes at her with obvious amusement.
"He loves her too, you know." he said very seriously.
Bellamy Blake: Marcus Kane's champion. She wasn't sure when that had happened either. A lot of things had happened during the months she had spent away.
"How do you know?" she asked out of curiosity.
"The Griffin's charm is hard to resist." he snorted.
She smiled, averting her eyes, pleased despite the nagging doubts.
"You can stop defending him, you know. I know he loves her." she promised. It would have been difficult to see the way Kane watched her mom and not understand he loved her. "Like I said. They're good together. It's all good. I'm happy for them."
She just wished she didn't know the way Kane was guiding her mom out of the hall right now, with his hand on the small of her back, meant they were probably going to have sex.
Because that was information she didn't need to know.
4.
She knew even before she barged in that it was a bad idea.
She had been too caught up in the news Raven had just imparted, had been too eager to share with her mother, had been too much in a hurry to call for a Council meeting – the Council mostly being Abby, Marcus, Bellamy, Raven, Monty and her nowadays.
The door was neither closed nor locked but she had also discovered – in a handful of unpleasant encounters – that it didn't guaranty safety. And yet she was too focused on the world possibly ending to stop and think about what she would interrupt.
"Guys, there's…" she started only to shriek when she caught sight of what was happening. "Oh my god! Can't you close the freaking door?!"
She pressed her hands to her eyes, vowing to locate the nearest barrel of bleach. Bellamy kept telling her she was acting like a terrifying commander of death one second only to revert to a brat the next, every time her mother and her boyfriend were concerned, but she had decided very early on that the situation was plain weird and that she was entitled to her childish reactions.
"I'm so sorry!" Abby squealed, pushing Kane away and hopping off the desk.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. We still have clothes on." he grumbled. Clarke peered out from behind her hands in time to see her mother whack his arm. He rolled his eyes with open fondness and granted: "This time."
"We need to get the Council together. Raven has news." she declared, once she had made sure there was nothing she didn't want to see.
"I'll arrange it. Ten minutes in the council room." Kane offered, trailing his hand on her mother's arm before leaving.
It was awkward once he was gone, mainly because Clarke didn't know what to say. It was difficult to tell who was blushing harder. Abby was fixing her slightly askew jacket and Clarke was looking everywhere but at the desk.
"I am sorry." her mother insisted. "We got carried away and…"
"I really don't want to know, Mom." she cringed, wondering if she was expected to give the speech about sex and responsibilities now that Abby was acting like she was twenty instead of forty.
Her mother studied her for a long moment and Clarke avoided her eyes, uncomfortable with the sudden scrutiny. Their relationship was better but it's still wasn't what it used to be. They didn't talk about their real personal issues – and Kane was very much a real personal issue.
"I never asked you…" Abby hesitated. "Are you alright with me and Marcus being…"
"Yes." she cut her off and because it seemed to please her – and also because it was true – she added. "I like him."
Abby's smile could have probably powered the wreckage of the Ark for a week.
5.
Medical was quiet.
There were some coughs and some sniffing with the occasional snoring, all normal noises in a packed infirmary at night. It was a comforting sound to wake up too.
Clarke took a moment to ground herself, to remind herself the nightmare was over – for now at least. They had found a way to protect themselves from radiations. There had been battles, of course, when were there none? And difficult moments. And fear. She remembered the fear most of all. For her friends, for her family…
She didn't quite remember how she had ended up in Medical with sore ribs but she sat up anyway. The room was dark and she flung her legs off the bed, waving Jackson off when he immediately moved as if to leave the patient he was seeing to. She was fine. More than fine.
She made her way to the doctor's office, knowing that was where her mother would be – where else? She wanted to see her mother. Abby had been instrumental in finding the key to the nightbloods' explanation and she had been instrumental in helping protect the rest of them all. And she had risked her life in the process.
Clarke couldn't have been out for long or there must have been more trouble happening after she was knocked out because Kane and her mother were locked in one of those embraces that usually only followed near death situations. The way he cradled her in his arms could only be described as gentle. She was on the tip of her toes, her arms were around his neck and he was bending down a little, an arm around her waist, his other hand cradling the back of her head, his face in her neck. They were swaying a little, lightly.
It made Clarke smile.
She would have come back later but when she stepped back, Kane lifted his head, probably alerted by the movement. He smiled at her, his eyes bright from exhaustion, and pressed a kiss to Abby's head before stepping back. Her mother looked confused for a second, unsure of why he had broken the hug, and then she spotted her and she opened her arms.
It was childish but Clarke ran into them willingly.
Death had been a little too close for comfort.
"It's over, baby…" Abby whispered just like when she was little and had had a nightmare. "It's over now…"
She let herself be comforted by her mother's embrace, closing her eyes, not protesting when Kane placed a hand on each of their shoulders, closing the circle without invading their moment.
For once, she wasn't sorry she had walked in on them.
This was a time for family.
And Kane was definitely part of the family now.
6.
There was definitely something to be said in favor of the couch in the war room.
Clarke wasn't sure how she and Bellamy had ended up from arguing next to the map to violently kissing on the couch, hands tearing at clothes, but she also figured it had been a long time in coming so the actual logistic wasn't important.
The couch was comfortable under her back and the heavy weight of Bellamy was more than enough to fry her brain, never mind what he was doing with his fingers…
She didn't register the voices until it was too late.
There was a gasp – her mother – and a deep and angry "Bellamy" – that was Kane.
Clarke's first instinct was to dive for her shirt and cover herself while Bellamy winced, bare-chested, faced with two angry looking Chancellors. Although, truth be told, Abby looked more amused than angry. Kane looked thunderous.
"Get out of the war room and, please, don't do that in public places." he half commanded and half requested.
"Yes, sir." Bellamy answered immediately, scrambling to his feet and pulling her up in the same move. Clarke let him because she was too busy lifting her eyebrows at him with a smirk.
"Payback isn't so cool, is it, Kane?" she grinned innocently.
Her mother bit down on her bottom lip to hide her amusement.
Bellamy dragged her out of the room before their Chancellor could reply.
"Did you have to provoke him?" he grumbled. "He's going to put me on night patrol for weeks now."
"It should teach him to close doors when he and my mom are…" She made a face. "I don't want to think about that now."
Bellamy flashed her a smile. "I think he was territorial about the couch. There are so many bets around that couch."
"I don't want to know." she insisted. "Where are we going?"
"Our room?" he hesitated, as if unsure she would say yes.
Her only answer was to quicken her steps, almost racing him to it.