Clarke sat down with an exhausted huff and wiped her forehead with the back of her clammy hand. She had just spent the last hour or so disinfecting the entire bottom floor of the drop ship that she used as her sick bay and taking stock of all her supplies that she still had left. They hadn't been on the ground for very long and she was already low on the supplies that were drained by various injuries and the recent virus that had just swept most of the camp. Her blonde hair was slightly wet with sweat and her chest rose and fell heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Normally, the small task of cleaning her makeshift infirmary wouldn't have so much as winded her, but she had been getting very little sleep recently. She blamed it on her body being stressed to its limit both emotionally and physically.

She had just heard from a small group of girls that did most of the gossiping and poking around everyone's business, when they weren't sharing Bellamy's bed, that Raven had ended things with Finn. A nagging pressure fell heavily on her chest as soon as she heard it, and she recognized it immediately as guilt. She had ended things between her and Finn and quickly shut down any feelings that might have been developing towards him as soon as she had heard that Raven was Finn's girlfriend. She still couldn't help but feel responsible for Raven losing the only family she had left though.

And to add to the mountain of problems she had floating around her head was the sharp pang she felt in her stomach every time she was around Bellamy. She blamed it on her fatigue that must be messing with her thoughts or something, because she was completely finished with any kind of feelings for any of the opposite sex for quite a while after what happened with Finn. But sometimes she would still catch herself watching his muscles ripple through the back of his shirt when he was carrying wood to a fire or the way he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth when he was frustrated about something.

Clarke immediately shook thoughts of Bellamy out of her mind, because she knew exactly how he whipped through girls faster than she could blink her eyes without a thought on his mind besides getting them between his sheets. She was sure he had made his rounds completely around camp by this point. It was incredibly hard to find girls to train to help her with her medical responsibilities that she hadn't seen leaving or entering Bellamy's tent recently. In fact, the only one she did find was a short, red-headed, sixteen year old girl whose name was Scarlette. Bellamy seemed to prefer his girls tall, slim, and with brown hair cascading down their shoulders. Nothing like Clarke. Of course, none of that bothered her though. She didn't care what or who Bellamy did.

When her eyes started drooping she decided to take a nap on a make-shift hammock in the corner of the room. The soft fabric all of a sudden seemed to call to her from across the room. She dropped herself into it and her eyes fluttered closed. Sleep immediately claimed her.

She was lying in a tent when her eyes blinked open. She was immediately aware that all she was wearing was an oversized T-shirt over her underwear. The second was that she was in a tent that she had only seen the inside of once or twice when she came to its owner to talk about camp business. Bellamy's tent. The last thing she noticed with her eyes widening in shock was that her leg was thrown over someone's waist and her head was lying on the edge of their shoulder.

"What's the matter, Princess?" A very familiar, low voice said above her. Her body stiffened immediately as she slowly tipped her head up to look at his face. Bellamy had his head cocked to the side slightly as he looked down at her surprised face.

She could see that his hair was extremely tousled, as if someone had been gripping it in their fists, and his cheeks were slightly dark as if he had just done something physically draining. As her thoughts came together, Clarke became all too aware of her state of limited dress.

"B-Bellamy?" She managed to stutter out, resisting the strong urge to press her lips to the soft skin she could see just beneath his ear. She shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts.

"Mmm-hmm?" He hummed in response. She could feel him tracing circles on her hip with his fingers from the arm he had wrapped around her body in a protective vice.

"Why am I in your tent?" She asked, pulling away from him slightly as her mind wrapped around the strangeness of the situation. His mouth widened in a smile that stretched his lips wide enough for a strip of teeth to show and lines to crinkle around his eyes that made him look like he thought what she had said was silly. That's what made her realize she was having a dream. Bellamy never smiled like that.

Suddenly, he grabbed her face mischievously and pulled her mouth to his as he grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him.

Clarke jerked awake with a start and noticed that it had gotten slightly darker in the space of the drop ship. She must have slept through lunch. She quickly pushed the dream out of her mind and blamed it on lack of sleep and her hungry stomach. She scrambled to her feet and looked around at the work she had done earlier that day. Her supply of seaweed was growing dangerously low and she needed to make a trip to get more. She suddenly dreaded having to talk to Bellamy and decided that she would just have Scarlette notify him for her.

She slipped out of the drop ship and blinked as the afternoon light momentarily blinded her. A few people were milling around outside doing their various jobs. Clarke started making her way towards the area people collected their rations when she saw Scarlette's bright head of hair. She slowed to a stop when she noticed her smiling, enchanted, up at a boy who was talking enthusiastically and making waving motions with his hands. Clarke decided she didn't want to interrupt their conversation and reluctantly went to go find Bellamy herself. As she rounded the corner around some tents that would lead to Bellamy's, a hand grasped her upper arm.

"Clarke! I've been looking for you all day. I need to talk to you."

Clarke spun around and saw Finn staring at her expectantly. She steeled herself against the soft look in his eyes and kept her voice carefully monotonous.

"There's nothing to talk about, Finn. I've said everything that needed to be said, and it's over. You need to work things back out with Raven, because as soon as she realizes that nothing is going on between us she would gladly take you back. You're the only family she has, and she needs you." Clarke reasserted herself for the thousandth time. She was growing extremely tired of Finn's attempts to pursue her.

"But I think there is something between us. I have feelings for you that aren't going to go away, Clarke." He countered, stepping closer to her to in the process as if to make a point. A deep sigh fell from Clarke's lips and she was looking everywhere but at him when she said her next words.

"Well, I'm not going to put Raven through any more of this, Finn. I'm done talking. Go back to Raven, she deserves to be with the person she loves." And with that, she spun around and attempted to walk away, but Finn wrapped his fingers around her wrist in an iron-tight grip and forced her to turn around.

"But I'm not done talking about this." Finn said seriously. Clarke started to feel white-hot anger bubbling up in her chest when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned around to see a very shirtless Bellamy, with a stormy look on his face, cross his arms over his chest and stare daggers at Finn. His hair was weighed down with sweat, and she could see tiny beads of it glistening on his bronze stomach that was hardened into abs. She tore her eyes away and quickly averted them to the ground. A blush had started creeping its way from her chest to the pale skin of her cheeks.

"She said she was done talking, Spacewalker. Now, get out of here before I decide to put a bullet in your leg. "He nearly growled, taking a step closer. Finn dropped Clarke's arm and made to leave, but not before whispering in her ear.

"This is not over." Clarke huffed in annoyance and pushed him away. Finn glanced over his shoulder with a dark look shot in Bellamy's direction before turning on his heels and trotting in the direction of his and Raven's tent. Clarke realized that it was probably just his tent now.

Clarke hesitated for a second before carefully directing her eyes to Bellamy's face. Something twisted in her stomach when her eyes met his, but she ignored it.

"Uh, thanks for that, Bellamy." Clarke said steadily, her eyes moving quickly to his bare chest before she realized what she was doing and dropped them back to the ground since she couldn't trust herself to look at him at all.

She saw the movement of his shoulders as he shrugged and his feet moving away when she remembered that she needed to talk to him.

"Wait! I was actually looking for you." She called to him, quickly following him. Bellamy spun around and Clarke caught her blush blazing back to life when his chest was again barred in her direction. This time her blush was noticed by him and Clarke saw his lips turn up into a small, self-satisfied smirk. Clarke's dream popped into her head and she angrily pushed it away. Bellamy was extremely annoying sometimes.

"Didn't want to miss me in all my glory did you, Princess?" He smirked, looking down at the bright pink blush that had crept down to Clark's chest and down into the small amount of cleavage that showed past the dip in her T-shirt. Clarke suddenly felt very self-conscious and crossed her arms over her chest. Her lips pulled into a frown as she saw Bellamy watch her with an amused expression.

"I actually just wanted to tell you that I needed to make a trip to get some more seaweed. I'm going to bring a few people with me and I will need to bring some guns." Clarke said with annoyance seeping into her voice.

"I guess I better go pack my things then." He said shortly after, turning around and heading towards his tent. Clarke followed him and shook her head even though she knew he couldn't see.

"I don't need you to go. You should stay here and look after the camp." Clarke argued and stepped into his tent after him. She took a second to look around and immediately noticed the pile of blankets on his bed in the corner. She swallowed past the lump in her throat.

"They can take care of themselves for a day or two. We can't trust those grounders not to try to attack a group of us wandering through the forest. I'm coming with you guys and that's it. No more arguing." He said gruffly, waving his hand towards the flap of the tent to indicate for me to leave.

Clarke groaned in frustration, loud enough for him to hear, before storming out of his tent and heading towards hers.

The last thing she needed was a trip with Bellamy Blake.