A statue for Octavia

Octavia strode past everything and everyone without seeing, lost in her thoughts.

Why was he doing this to himself?

Didn't he see how lucky he was?

Given the kind of life they were living these days, he should've lived every moment at the fullest, and not hold back like that.

She stopped in her tracks and looked up. She was in front of Clarke's tent.

Octavia hesitated, if there's was anything she wanted as much as finding Lincoln, was seeing her brother being finally happy.

He'd done terrible things, but he was making up to them every day, and he deserved something good in his life.

"Octavia!"

She jumped surprised and turned around, to where the voice came.

Clarke smiled "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you"

Octavia stared, her mind blank. Where the hell did she come from?

"Are you okay?"

That snapped her to the present time and smiled back "Yeah, sorry.." she said noticing the fabric that Clarke was using to rub her hands

"I was helping my mom.. There're many injured people and not enough medics.. My experience on the ground made me kinda competent.." Octavia nodded and took a deep breath

"I have to talk to you."

Clarke frowned "Is Bellamy okay?"

She couldn't help it, she grinned and nodded, Clarke's frown eased and smiled back at her "Then, let's go inside" she said pointing to her tent.

Octavia ducked under the flap door and waited. The space was pretty much the same as any other tent, a bed and a chair in a corner, except for the fact that Clarke's chair was put beside the bed, so to be used as a bedside table, on which were a notebook, from which some kind of greenery could be seen coming out from the pages, and her father's watch.

"So.. What's going on?"

Octavia turned to face the other girl.

How was she going to do this?

She decided to go straight to the point. She just hoped to not make things worse..

"You know, it's funny that you brought up my brother earlier.. 'cause I want to talk to you about him.."

Clarke nodded and frowned again "Okay.. You said he's okay though, right?"

Octavia nodded "It's not that.. It's just.. Well, you know how he is.." The frown deepened, if that was even possible, and O exhaled, so much for going straight to the point..

"Well, I know how he can be an ass sometimes.."

Octavia laughed "Yes! Exactly! He can be a real dick when he wants to and sometimes even when he doesn't.. Is just how he deals with things.. You know?"

Clarke had a knowing smile "Yeah, I know, I happen to spend a lot of time with the guy.. I mean because he's my co-leader."

Octavia smiled as she noticed the flush creeping on the blonde's neck. But then sobered as she thought of what she was going to say next. "Well, sometimes he can do it to himself.. He can be his own worst enemy when it comes for his happiness."

"Yeah, I noticed"

"You did?"

Clarke smiled but it didn't reach her eyes "He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.. I can relate to that, and he seems so angry and sad all the time, I know because I feel the same way, but I just wish for something good to happen.. He needs it, well, we all need it.."

Octavia fought back the tears that were threatening to fall.

She was sure now. She could see it before but in that moment she lost any doubt.

Clarke loved his brother, and she'd be damned if she didn't do anything about it.

She stood up and walked to the other girl "Clarke," she waited for the her complete attention and continued "I'm gonna asks you a question now.. I want you to be a hundred per cent honest, no judgment, no anything, just the truth." Clarke looked slightly worried but nodded anyway. "Okay.." Octavia took a deep breath "..do you have feelings for Bellamy?"

Her eyes widened and then scowled, she was going to say something but Octavia held up a hand

"Don't answer me, just think about it. I just want you to know that my brother.. Well, he's a dumb-ass as a matter of fact, he thinks that he's doing you a favour by not telling you, he thinks if a though leader-type decision would come, not being involved would make your decision easier.."

Clarke's scowl transformed in a frown again "Decision on what?"

"If the 'drop-ship door' came again, would you still leave him out?"

The question was asked deadpan, Octavia didn't betray any emotion.

Clarke on the other hand felt like she wanted to scream her head off, as the memories of that day came back, well, not that she didn't think about it every day, she just learned how to live with it, his presence in the camp relieving some of the pain that she'd been through before she'd found him.

What made Clarke want to run away screaming was the possibility of something like that happening again.

Of course she couldn't do it.

She knew she would have to as it was what was expected of her, but she also knew that she would never do it again.

She shook her head and exited the tent, tears already streaming down her face.

She kept her head low and kept walking until she was in front of his tent, and ducked inside without warning.

He was laying on the bed and jumped in a sitting position as he saw her.

"The hell is wrong with you guys? Ever heard of knock-" he stopped in his tracks as he did a double take at her, noticing her tear streaked cheeks.

Quickly, he stood up and walked over her, a worried frown on his face "What's wrong?" he asked taking her face in his hands.

Clarke blinked the tears that were pooling in her eyes and sneaked her hands between them to throw them around his neck, forcing him to let go of her face, and instead rest them on her back.

He had a sense of dejavu as he remembered their first hug, only this time she was crying and instead of feeling happy and relieved like that time, he now felt a knot in his chest as he didn't have any idea on what was upsetting her.

He made soothing sounds as he rubbed her back.

"I.. Bellamy, I can't" she choked out after a while, still holding tight to him.

He pulled back and took her face in his hands again, "Tell me what's wrong, princess" Her face crumpled as she shook her head.

He felt his gut twist helpless as he watched her "I can't.. I can't do it again, Bellamy" she sobbed out.

"Do what, Clarke?" his face was so close to hers that all she could see were his eyes and the wrinkles on his forehead as he frowned, and tears kept falling as she took in the worry and sadness in them.

"I can't close that door again" she shook her head forcefully "I won't! I can't lose you again" she whispered, her voice shaking.

Realization of what she was talking, or crying about hit him hard, and for a moment he could only stare. But her shaking form quickly snapped him out of it and he pulled her in his arms again, resting his chin on the top of her head, so that he was completely wrapped around her.

"Oh, Clarke" he let out a shuddering breath. This wonderful, amazing woman was crying for him, because she couldn't bear the thought of losing him again. "God, I love you so much" he blurted out without thinking and immediately cursed himself after he felt her tense.

After a moment she pulled back and looked up at him, he tried to smile as he thumbed away the tears, mentally still cursing himself

"You do?" he made a sound between a beginning of laugh and an intake of breath and smiled awkwardly "Yeah, I definitely do" no point in lying, he was sure, it was all written in his face anyway.

He had a hard time after, on understanding what was happening, a moment earlier he was feeling an utter idiot for blurting out the infamous three words and the next he was feeling completely delirious as he felt the pressure of her lips on his.

He staggered back a little for the force that she put in it and after half a second of hesitation he pulled her closer, encircling her waist with one arm and sneaking the other hand through her hair.

She gasped as he fell backwards to sit on his bed and brought her on his lap, so he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, parting her lips with his bottom one and sneaking his tongue in.

He felt her shiver and he brought her even closer untangling his hand from her hair and bringing it to press on her back with the other.

When they parted for air, he almost felt dizzy and when he looked up at her, she had a dreamy smile on her face.

Something moved inside him, so he brought up his hands, moving his legs so to keep her balanced and cupped her face "I love you" he said with all the intensity he could muster in his voice, willing her to see the truth in his eyes.

She blinked back tears, brought up her hands to cup his face and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "I love you too" she breathed resting her forehead on his.

He let out a breathy chuckle and kissed the tip of her nose, a goofy smile on his face. Clarke pulled back a little, distractedly playing with some strands on the back of his head and noticed a frown slowly making its way on his forehead again.

"What made you think about that day?" he asked with a suspicious note in his tone.

Clarke smiled a little "let's just say that your sister may have paid me a little visit.."

Bellamy groaned and Clarke giggled while trying to ease the wrinkles on his forehead. When she looked down at his eyes, he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

"You know.. I'm actually not sure if I should chase my sister and give her the lecture of the century or build a statue in her name to thank her.." Clarke laughed and kissed him again. When she pulled back, still smiling happily she said

"Nah, One's not enough.. I think we should definitely build her two statues".