Hey guys! Again, thank you so much for your reviews and support. It really means a lot to me. So wasn't the last episode totally amazing?! Except for the whole Raven and Bellamy thing, of course. Can we please just forget about that AND FOCUS ON THE LOOKS HE WAS GIVING CLARKE! And the promo for the next episode. Damn, his speech is seriously hot stuff. Anyway I've been hearing this rumor that there's going to be a pregnancy on the next season of The 100. ARE YOU BLOODY SERIOUS? This pregnancy storyline is like an infection that's spreading everywhere, from fanfiction to the actual show. I'm telling you, I will seriously be pissed if it's Raven with Bellamy's kid (I have a feeling it might be, and the writers will do this whole thing where they'll be like, ohemgee she's pregnant, is it Finn's or Bellamy's?!). But you never know. It could be Octavia too. I will, however, be equally pissed if it's Clarke with Finn's baby. I seriously don't care about Raven and Finn, and even maybe like them, but they're totally Bellarke cockblockers, so can't they just like, I dunno, evaporate or something? I'm really sorry for the long rant, but I had a lot of feelings, as you can see, and needed to get them all out.

Right. So it is with great displeasure that I must tell you awesomesauce peeps that this is my last update in a month. I have a really really important exam next week, so I need to study for that, and then I'm going abroad for the holidays. I promise to make it up to you as soon as I return though. As a goodbye present to you, this chapter is entirely Bellarke. *cue excited screams*. Have fun reading, and see you in a month! Oh, and don't forget to let me know what you think!

Chapter 3

"Just for the record, I'm not sleeping with you. Ever."

Bellamy sighed.

"Yes, Princess. I got that the first ten billion times. And believe me, the feeling is mutual."

They were sitting in front of a desk in a small room inside the Ark, waiting for their supervisor to come and give them the details about their new "job". Clarke tapped her foot impatiently on the hard metal floor. She was tired of waiting for the idiot, whoever he was, to finally grace them with his presence. Fortunately, the door opened just then, and a dark-haired woman of about her mother's age entered. Clarke recognized her immediately.

"Aunt Callie?"

Her mother's best friend was their supervisor? That was...Clarke didn't know what it was. She supposed she should be happy. Callie liked her, and she just might be her ticket out of this mess.

She smiled, settling down into the large chair behind the desk.

"It's good to see you hon. And you must be Bellamy. I'm Callie Cartwig, your supervising officer. Do you both know what that means?"

"Unfortunately."

Clarke glared at him. Why couldn't he, for once, keep his mouth shut? She wished there was some way she could telepathically tell Bellamy that if they played this right, they might be able to get out of this.

Callie just laughed.

"Right, well, let's get right down to business. Clarke, you'll be moving into Bellamy's tent to make things easier. Make sure you clear your stuff out by tonight, because your tent's being assigned to someone else. Hopefully, all the sharing will mean we can get past the shortage of tents."

That was the only good thing that was going to come out of this, Clarke thought. Tents for everyone. Yay! She let out a huff of laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.

Callie raised her eyebrows.

"Did I say something funny?"

Bellamy looked amused.

"No, Officer, I think she's just really excited about moving in with me."

Clarke resisted the urge to punch him as she hastily shook her head, telling Callie to go on.

"Clarke, you're supposed to be given fertility shots every two weeks to help with the process."

Now she felt herself go red. She stared at her feet and nodded.

"And lastly, I want weekly reports on how things are going between you two. I know it's an invasion of privacy, but we need to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible."

Now was good a time as any to make her move.

"Aunt Cal, don't you think this is all a bit extreme?"

She gave the older woman her best puppy dog face, hoping she would fall for the innocent golden girl facade. But Callie knew her all too well, because she smiled knowingly and said, "I'm sorry, Clarke. I can't do anything about it, no matter what I think. My job is just to make sure you do yours properly. You're free to go."

What a failure. She got up and started walking towards the door, Bellamy following behind her, when Callie spoke up again.

"Not you Bellamy. We have something important to discuss."

Clarke turned around to look at Bellamy, curious as to what she wanted to talk to him about that couldn't be said in front of her. He met her gaze, eyebrows raised, clearly as clueless as she was.

Callie had clearly caught onto the silent conversation happening between them because she said, "Don't worry Clarke, it's nothing bad. I promise."

Clarke nodded and left the room, as Bellamy sat back down in his chair. Maybe it was some special talk all the guys were getting? About good performance in bed or something? Bellamy obviously didn't need that talk. There was a reason all those girls were in love with him. Just then she realized what she was thinking, and blushed, mortified. She scolded her brain for betraying her.

Then it hit her. Octavia. Callie wanted to talk to Bellamy about his sister. Yes, that made perfect sense.

The Council had paired Octavia with none other than Finn. They really were a stupid lot. Had they really not bothered to think about how all the people in a relationship would react to the new law?

Finn and Raven had disappeared from the camp two hours after they discovered that they had both been paired with other people. All their stuff was gone too, so it was clear that they'd made a run for it. She didn't know whether to be happy for them or angry that they hadn't even bothered saying goodbye. Whatever the case, Octavia was now left partner-less. She didn't know how Octavia felt about her new situation, but what she did know was that Bellamy was over the top happy about Finn running away. When he found out he had even done this awkward dance thingy that had actually been pretty cute. She was sort of happy for him. He had enough to worry about without the constant fear of his sister getting manhandled (even if it was by a nice guy like Finn).

She hadn't realized she was still standing outside the room when the door opened and Bellamy came out to join her. He grinned when he saw her standing there.

"You actually waited for me. I didn't realize waiting was part of our new thing."

She rolled her eyes. "We don't have a "thing" Bellamy"

"Oh come on. The silent conversations, sharing a tent, you waiting for me. We definitely have a thing. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that you actually begged the Council for me as a partner."

And then he winked at her. The prick actually had the audacity to wink at her.

Stay calm Clarke. Yes. Resist the urge to strangle him. Think of butterflies and rainbows and beautiful flowers and...

He was snapping his fingers in front of her face, saying something in that annoying voice of his.

"Hey Princess, you in there? Hellooo?"

She pushed him away and started walking away as haughtily as she could, chin up and all.

To her utter dismay, he followed her, laughing.

"Come on Clarke, you know you're dying to ask me what she said in there."

She was, of course. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She scoffed.

"Please. I have better things to do."

He was in front of her now, blocking her way, that maddeningly infuriating grin on his face.

"Oh yeah, like what?"

She struggled to reply.

"Like...like...packing my stuff!"

"HAH! I knew you couldn't wait to move in with me!"

She resisted the urge to scream and started walking away as fast as she could.

He called out after her.

"Can't wait to see you in your jammies, Princess!"

She didn't even bother looking back as she raised her hand and flipped him off, leaving him laughing behind her.

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"This is my side. The other side is yours. No crossing the line."

As if he hadn't heard what she'd just said, Bellamy crossed over the chalk line she had drawn over the floor of his tent, and into her territory.

She groaned. It was like his sole purpose in this world was to annoy her to death. Maybe it was.

"BELLAMY. Can you not, for one second, be completely serious? If we're going to live together, we need rules."

He had an innocent expression on his face.

"But I am completely serious."

"No, you're not. Go back to your own space."

"Fiiiine," he drawled, stepping back over the white line.

They both sat down on their beds, looking at each other from their respective sides of the tent, the thin white line like a barrier between them.

She took a deep breath and began.

"Right. Rules. Okay. Here's what I could come up with. No peeking at each other while we're changing. No stealing or touching the other person's stuff. No bringing girls into the tent when I'm in here. And finally..." She tried doing her best to look stern as she said the last part, "No crossing the line. Never, under any circumstances, must the line be crossed."

He was looking at her as if she was some form of entertainment, brought into being solely for his amusement.

"Why no girls when you're in here?"

"Um, isn't it obvious? I'd like not being scarred for life, thankyouverymuch."

"So you can bring boys in here, but I'm not allowed to bring girls? A teeny bit unfair, don't you think?"

She sighed.

"I never said I was going to bring boys into the tent, Bellamy."

"It was implied."

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was-"

Clarke realized what she was doing and cursed herself inwardly.

"Whatever. I'm going to sleep."

She pulled her blanket over her and started changing into her pyjamas. There was no way she was doing it out in the open since he obviously couldn't be trusted not to peek. She was almost finished when he spoke again, this time a serious edge to his voice.

"So, um, you still haven't asked me what she wanted to talk to me about."

"It was about Octavia, wasn't it?" she said, removing the blanket to look at his face.

"Yeah...she wanted to talk about a new partner for her. I was so happy that she wasn't going to be a part of all this crap, you know, and then today..."

"I understand how you feel. I mean, I probably don't because I don't have a brother or sister, but at least I think I understand. I'm sorry."

He smiled at her. "It's okay. Maybe everyone will run away like Spacewalker and his girlfriend and they'll decide to call it off."

That was when it hit her. God, why didn't she think of this before?

"Bellamy, that's it! You're a bloody genius!"

"Well it is nice of you to finally admit that, Princess, but I don't exactly follow. You'll have to be a bit more specific."

She stood up and started pacing excitedly.

"Think about what you just said. This thing, it's just an experiment. If it doesn't work, they'll call it off."

"Yes, but you do realize that not everyone is going to run away right? We can't convince them to do that, no matter how persuasive we may be."

She made an impatient noise at the back of her throat

"No, that would be stupid. Bellamy, think. In what other way would this law be a complete failure?"

"I don't..." Finally understanding dawned over his face. He got up and started walking around his side of the tent.

"If there's no babies. It would be a complete disaster if nobody made any bloody babies!"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Exactly. People are already against the idea of being forced to reproduce. If we can just convince them not to sleep with each other, not to have babies..."

"The Council will realize what a big mistake they made and call it off. You're right. It is genius. I didn't think you had it in you, Princess."

She didn't know when she had crossed the line, or when she had ended up so close to him that their faces were mere inches apart. When she finally realized it, he had too, and a smirk began to spread over his face. She scrambled to get to her side as quickly as possible, pretty sure she was red in the face.

"It's okay, Princess. I think I'll forgive the fact that you crossed the line just this once."

She was too mortified to reply, and was immensely thankful when he changed the subject.

"It won't be easy though. You know that, right? Most people aren't as comfortable with defying authority as we are."

It was the "we" that stirred something inside her. He was finally starting to realize that she wasn't afraid to bend the rules a little, and she didn't know why that made her so happy.

"I was right about one thing though."

He sounded so serious she just had to look at him.

"You do look good in your jammies."

She bunched up her blanket and threw it across the tent at him, satisfied when it him in the face. He laughed.

"I think we should have a new rule. No throwing things over the line. What do you think, Princess?"

She suddenly hated the idea of the damn line altogether. But she didn't say that out loud, because saying that would be admitting defeat, and she would never, ever, admit defeat in front of Bellamy Blake.

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