Bellamy awoke. He was lying on a bed in a room somewhere in camp. His vision clarified and Clarke was standing over him.

"That was fun," he joked. He was pain still but he thought lets lighten the mood.

"Bellamy," Clarke sighed.

"What Clarke? Yes it sucked but we got through it, we always get through it," Bellamy tried to move past this subject.

"Bellamy you were tortured mercifullyssly for some box none of us heard of," Clarke went on. Bellamy looked at her without speaking a word. She paused to examine his face. And she knew, she just knew. "Bellamy what's in it?"

"I don't know, I can't open it," Bellamy answered.

"Oh my God. Why didn't you tell them. They would of let you go," Clarke wondered.

"No, they wouldn't have. Clarke they'd kill us all and they'd they kill those we love," Bellamy justified.

Clarke shook her head. Her face whimpered. Her lip wiggled around trying to keep herself calm. But she couldn't and so she asked, "Bellamy, where is it?"

Bellamy couldn't answer. He just couldn't.

"Bellamy you can trust me. I'm here because I care," Clarke tried convincing.

Bellamy stared at her for a couple minutes. Nobody spoke, they didn't even bat an eye. Until finally Bellamy knew exactly what to say. "I can't tell you because I care to much. I told you along time ago that leaders do what they think is right and I am. Telling you would make you vulnerable," Bellamy explained.

Clarke froze. "You know what it is," she said.

"Yes, and I wont let them get there hands on it," Bellamy admitted.

"Either you tell me where the box is or..."

"Or what? You're gonna torture me. You can't hurt me you wont," Bellamy said.

Clarke stepped forward. She placed her head directly in front of his. She got in his face for the sole purpose of hitting a nerve. "You're wrong. I can hurt you. You have pissed me off for so long. You have no sense of anything. You're driven by everything I hate about you. Anger, Revenge, Jealously instead of things that should motivate you. You said it yourself you care about me. Therefore I may not cause you any physical harm but Bellamy I'll be damned if I don't get that box," Clarke scolded.

Bellamy suddenly got a thought. "Why are you so eager to get the box?" he asked.

Clarke moved back. "Excuse me," Clarke uttered.

"You want it, you know something I don't," Bellamy said.

"Where's the box?" Clarke commanded.

"Tell me why you need and I will," Bellamy demanded.

"Bellamy, trust me," Clarke calmly said.

Bellamy huffed. He looked her dead in the eye. "For the first time since the drop ship, I don't."

Clarke felt hurt. Bellamy felt betrayed. For the last year they built a sort of relationship but in the last five minutes that relationships appears to be crumbling.

Bellamy stood up for the bed.

"Okay, okay," she repeated. "You want the truth. Fine. The truth is that box was worth killing for. I didn't tell you but seven people died while you were being tortured. Eventually I broke."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Bellamy questioned.

"I can't tell you, but I promise you, I wouldn't hurt our people," Clarke assured.

"Not intentionally," Bellamy bursted out. Clarke's eyes began to water. "That's how it's always been. You don't want to hurt us but you always do. You did it with your dad, Wells, Finn, Charlotte, Mount Weather, etc. You're a cold blooded murder. I least when I act I don't think everything i do wrong is completely justified. It is never justified to slaughter people. To massacre them. So what you think you're doing I can assure you, it's wrong," Bellamy ranted.

"Bellamy trust me okay please," Clarke begged.

"Clarke I am dumbfounded. I am dismayed. I am humilated. You don't need save me, you need to save yourself. Clarke tell me what are you going to do if I don't tell you where the box is," Bellamy thought.

"I don't know much okay, it's some sort of weapon. Some sort of energy to make the grounders thrive," Clarke explained.

"You're giving them a weapon to kill us all," Bellamy needed reassurance.

"No not to kill us, to save them. They leave us alone," Clarke said.

"God you're oblivious, they are going to kill us all so you're not going to save us, just the opposite," Bellamy argued. Bellamy paused figuring out the truth about the escape two weeks ago. "You didn't escape, they let us go. Only nobody else knew about it. Oh God, you made a deal," Bellamy realized. Clarke's reaction was all Bellamy needed to confirm his suspicions. "What were you thinking?"

"The deal was you, I bring the box- you live," Clarke blurted out.

At this point Bellamy and Clarke drifted to opposite sides of the room. Bellamy's eyes widened. "So I am worth more than everyone, Clarke what are you thinking?"

"Give me the box," Clarke demanded,

"No," Bellamy denied.

"I can't lose you, I wont you are my best friend. I lost so much, I lost everything. I cannot, I will not lose you. Do you hear me?" Clarke cried.

"Why do I mean so much to you? Why am I worth everything?" Bellamy questioned.

"Because I'm in love with you," Clarke admitted.

The room grew silent. Clarke was in shock for what she just said. She didn't even know it until that very second. She couldn't control the words that escaped her mouth. Bellamy stared at her. Deep down those words were everything he needed to hear but he couldn't come to terms.

Bellamy ran across the room ignoring all the pain running through the body. He grabbed Clarke and pulled her into his embrace. His lips pressed against hers as he endulged every ounce of Clarke. Clarke went along with every move Bellamy made. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders. His hands slid down her back gliding lower and lower. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his upper body. He pushed her body up against the wall. Her lips tasted sweet to him like perfection. Clarke didn't need to catch her breath, she didn't need to stop. She wanted to keep going, she needed to. Her hormones were raging. His body was warm and comforting. Bellamy carried Clarke onto a table in the room. He quickly unzipped her jacket leaving her in a thin tank top. Clarke gripped the edge of his tee shirt and pulled it over his head. His mouth moved away from her's and down the side of her neck.

The door swung open and Clarke moved pushed Bellamy away.

"Oh my God," Octavia blurted.

"Octavia," Bellamy stated.

"Um well here are flowers for you um I just wanted to um I going to go now," Octavia mentioned then walked out the room.

Clarke looked at Bellamy and the room went from intense to plain awkward. Clarke grabbed her jacket and put it on. She zipped up her jacket to most of her tank was covered.

"I should be helping my mom and stuff with her infirmary. You're not in it anymore but some of us still have to be. Okay well bye," Clarke frantcialy left.

Bellamy remained in the room speechless.