It's been ages since I even thought about this story because I tend to lose motivation quickly if the show isn't currently airing! But I had a quick check and I saw that people had made some pretty recent reviews and I had another chapter almost ready to upload so I adding some bits and pieces and here it is (-: Depending on the response that this chapter gets, I'd definitely be up for getting back into it and updating regularly again!

Clarke POV

I winced and slapped my mother's hand away from where it was dabbing the corner of wet cloth to my split lip, "I can do that myself." I grumbled.

She frowned at me, scrutinizing me, "You shouldn't have put yourself in danger for that boy."

I rolled my eyes. Abby had managed to avoid the topic of Bellamy for the entire time that it took to lock Shumway and Brandt away somewhere and regain some sort of organization, but it seemed that it wouldn't last forever.

"That boy, as you so kindly call him, has saved my life more than once and you saw what he did just then." I said lifting up a cracked mirror to examine my lip and the bruises across my face.

My skin was purpling across my cheek and underneath one eye and my lip was swollen and pretty nasty looking.

My mother sighed, "I was impressed with the way he acted today, his dedication to finding you and of course the way he defended you like that." She admitted handing me the cloth so that I could clean up the dried blood around my lip.

"Does that mean you're feeling a little less murderous toward him?" I asked, hissing when the material made contact with the cut.

If there was one thing that I missed, it was the resources on the Ark; once everything was settled and organized perhaps some could be salvaged.

She sighed, pulling herself up onto the table beside me, making it feel as if for a moment that we were the same age. There had been a time where she and I had been best friends and having her sit next to me, with her legs dangling beside mine, made that feeling trickle back slightly.

"In some ways yes. But I still don't like him, nor do I think it would be wise for us to forgive and forget someone who attempted to murder the chancellor." She replied.

I could see her point, as much as I didn't want to and having lived on Earth with a bunch of delinquents, I no longer viewed them as so. "He's important to me mum, and neither I, nor any of my camp will take kindly to him being punished."

She tilted her head toward me, studying me, her eyes probing and disapproving, "Important huh?"

"Yes," I said, trying to keep the blush from warming my cheeks, "Every single member of the hundred people sent down here are important to me."

She looked as if she didn't believe me and I couldn't blame her, not after our little moment in the clearing. I could still feel Bellamy's knuckle gentle on my cheekbone.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry for what? For actions that sort of, in a very indirect way led to my capture? We hadn't had a chance to talk after that as my mother and the others had swarmed us, pulling at me and demanding to know if I was okay, even Raven who it appeared was now my friend. Bellamy on the other hand had stood on the outskirts of the group by himself until Octavia had joined him, tugging at him arm and whispering before the two of them wandered off into the med-bay, speaking in hushed tones.

"Clarke," She said pulling my out of my momentary lapse in concentration, "Are you even listening to me?"

I frowned, "Sorry, what?"

"I said, I think it would be best for all the people from your camp to move into the Ark as soon as possible. There's a lot of room and it'll be easier to build up our resources and the camp if everyone is involved. Plus it has to be safer." She said, hopping down off the table and transforming back into Chancellor Griffin.

I chewed on my lower lip, "Safer? After what just happened, can you really ensure the safety of them all, because I won't put them in danger."

"That was something that we will investigate meticulously and anyone discovered to be involved will be punished severely. Your people will be safe here." Her voice was defensive.

It felt strange, the way she said your people, as if we were separate species. I supposed, in a way, we were. She was my mother but we felt like entirely different beings from entirely different walks of life.

"If you say so," I paused, sliding off the table and turning to face her, crossing my arms, "Will you ensure the safety of Bellamy?"

She clenched her jaw, and was quiet for a moment, "For now. But he will have to face a trial. All the others are free of any charges, they served their punishment by coming down to earth."

"Bellamy came down to Earth as well!" I argued.

"Yes," She replied, "But he chose too. That's my final word Clarke, and be grateful that I'm not hanging him from his neck."

I glared at her and any kind thoughts that I had begun to feel toward her disintegrated, "You know mum, you sound exactly like Brandt and Shumway."

Bellamy POV

"Bellamy," Octavia's voice demanded again, "You can't just leave!"

I spun around to face her, shoving my hand through my hair, "What else can I do O? Once Abby Griffin recovers from her daughter nearly being stabbed in front of her, she's going to go back to planning my death."

Octavia rolled her eyes, crossing her arms, "Oh don't be so melodramatic. Clarke won't let that happen and I'm pretty sure after today, finding out that you were just a tool in a larger game, will prove that you are more innocent."

"I can't risk your life on a maybe, O." I groaned, a sick feelings settling in my stomach.

Now that Shumway's guilt was out in the open it was unlikely that Octavia or I would be targeted to keep our silence but it wasn't unlikely that someone would target us for our involvement in their imprisonment.

"Stop thinking that you are responsible for putting everyone in danger! We are always in danger down here, always, and running away to live in the bush isn't going to help anyone," She snapped, "Oh and stop using all this as an excuse because you have a crush on Clarke."

My cheeks burned and I glared at her, "A crush wouldn't make me run away." I snapped back, my voice acidy.

She raised her eyebrow, "So it's more than a crush then?"

I groaned, "That's not what I meant and you know it. I am trying to minimize the harm that I cause to others."

"You weren't trying to minimize harm when you tried to bash Brandt to death." She countered dryly, pulling herself up on a discarded box that was leaning up against a wall.

"That was…I mean, I'm trying to minimize the harm I cause to people who don't deserve to be harmed." I replied, attempting to clarify my words to both Octavia and myself, without much success.

She sighed, "Fine, whatever but I saw the way you looked at Clarke, like it was physically painful, like you put the bruises on her face yourself. You shouldn't walk away from something good because you feel guilty about something that's in the past."

"But it's not in the past," I groaned in exasperation, "The after-effects of my actions are still happening, Brandt and Shumway are evidence of that."

Octavia groaned loudly, smacking her palms against her face as if the conversation was causing her physical pain, "For fucks sake Bellamy, stop feeling guilty for everything. Nobody else blames you for your actions and if you hadn't tried to kill Jaha, you wouldn't be on Earth with me now and if you weren't here with me I wouldn't have survived the first week."

"I agree with Octavia."

I twisted my head around so quickly that I cricked my neck.

"Ow." I mumbled, rubbing my hand against it and glaring accusingly at Clarke, whose hair was a mess, and whose cheek was bruised and who looked very intimidating.

She raised her eyebrows at me, her arms crossed to match Octavia's and suddenly I was faced with two stubborn girls with their eyebrows raised in a way that said you're an idiot.

"What?" I muttered, feeling very ganged up against.

"My mother has agreed to suspend whatever punishment she had planned for you and wants you face a trial at some point or another, which means she has basically forgiven you which means you need to quit moping and forgive yourself." Her voice was all authority and with Octavia vigorously nodding her head beside her, I felt very under pressure.

"I'm not moping," I replied defensively, "I'm being realistic."

"Maybe so," Octavia said, "But you're still being an idiot."

"An idiot." Clarke agreed and I decided that I did not like having the two of them against me one bit.

"Will you two stop agreeing with each other, you're not in my position, you don't—" I started.

Clarke cut me off with a snap, "No you don't understand. We have all done things that hurt other people. My mother hurt me and now I hurt her, even if what she did was for the benefit of me, I still can't find it in myself to forgive her. I killed Atom, even though, for all we knew there was some sort of cure. I hurt Raven with my actions, without realizing, and there are countless others."

I stared at her, speechless, before Octavia began.

"I led Jasper on even though I knew he liked me. I put everyone in danger when I leapt into an unknown fucking lake and had to be saved from a creature. I put you in danger by being reckless all the time, even though you're the most important person to me in the entire world, and you know what?" She paused, her lips clenched together, tears forming in her eyes, "I would have killed Jaha to get to the same place you were."

I could feel liquid burning my eyes, and I stepped forward and pulled Octavia into an embrace, wrapping my arms around her and burying my face into her shoulder. She snaked her arms around my back and buried her face into my chest. She wasn't the little girl hiding beneath the floorboards anymore and I wasn't the boy who hid whilst his mother hurt herself for him.

"I love you big brother." She whispered.

"Love you more." I whispered back, my tone half teasing and half serious.

"Feeling very left out right now." Clarke laughed, clearly trying to lighten the mood which had just turned very sentimental.

I laughed, my eyes meeting her blue ones as I released O and stepped toward her, "Come here then."

She smiled, stepping forward and opening her arms. I stepped forward as if to hug her and then crouched, wrapping my arms around her thighs and chucking her over my shoulder.

She shrieked, gasping, half laughter and half shock, "Bellamy!"

Octavia laughed loudly from beside us and I patted Clarke on the back of her calf, "Feel better now you're back up high princess?"

It was such a bizarre moment. Only minutes ago I had felt more alone than I had in my entire life and the guilt had made a home inside my chest, but now, with my sister and Clarke, I felt almost hysterically happy, the kind of happy that exploded and disappeared. But it was still happy and for now, I would take it.

Clarke was laughing and pounding her fists against my back and I had no clue what we were or what I wanted or what she wanted but we seemed to have reached at least friend and friend is something I never thought that I would call Clarke Griffin.

"Let go of me you imbecile." She laughed smacking her fist dangerously low on my back.

"I wouldn't want to deprive you of the fun you're clearly having, playing bongo drums on my butt." I smirked.

"I," Clarke choked and I could imagine the pink tinge making its way along her cheek bones, "I didn't touch your butt!"

I laughed dumping her pretty unceremoniously back onto her feet, my lip tilting up in a smirk, "Sure, you were just admiring it."

I was right about the pink on Clarke's cheeks and with her even more unruly blonde hair and wide eyes she looked like she'd just been doing something naughty and it made me laugh loudly.

"Shut up, I was not," She grumbled, her lower lip jutting out, "Octavia, your brother is an ass."

My grin widened, "Just can't get my ass out of your head can you."

I was rewarded with a furious blush and a glare, "God you're a dickhead."

I wriggled my eyebrows and opened my mouth but before I could speak Octavia cut my off, "Oh give her a break Bellamy." She laughed, unable to keep her own grin off her face.

"What it's not my fault she-?" I started, my grin widening.

"Shut up!" They both said simultaneously, laughing.

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