Clarke was sitting in one of the smaller tents with Jasper and Monty. They were talking to her about the Unity day celebration they'd had one earth, but very loosely. It was the basics like 'We all got wasted.'

Bellamy listened for a while but was worried they'd trigger her do he interrupted them at a reasonable stopping point.

"Hey guys. Thought I'd come over and say hello." Bellamy said, looking directly at Clarke who smiled at him politely.

"Hi." She said and Jasper and Monty did too.

"It looks like its a bit cramped in here, did you maybe want to go for a walk?" Bellamy suggested and Clarke got up. She wasn't so sure of herself since coming down. Everything was new to her, even the people and she didn't know exactly what to say. Most of these people knew her but weren't familiar to her. It led to some awkward conversations so she figured it was simpler to stay quiet.

"We'll pass thanks Bellamy. We appreciate the privacy though." Jasper joked, kissing Monty on his cheek despite Monty playfully trying to push him away. That was new, Bellamy noticed. Still good for them.

"Ew gross lovebirds. Keep it to yourself." Bellamy complained, throwing a sock from the side at their heads. He quickly left the tent, leaving behind the protests of the boys. Clarke soon followed.

Most of her bruises and cuts had healed by now luckily and as it was warm she was wearing a loose fitting T-shirt so he could see her arms. They had a few scars on them which Bellamy was sure would stay. He weirdly recognized one of them from what Clarke had written.

One the younger members had been trapped under some debris in a nearby village. Clarke had got him out but cut her arm pretty badly. She'd said she'd been too bust treating the boy to get herself sorted and had made it worse.

Bellamy always felt a twinge of guilt when he saw one of the original 100 kids with a scar. Or even still cuts or bruises that they've gained over the past year. He feels responsible and continually asks himself the same questions.

'Is there more I could have done?'

'Could I have stopped this child from being hurt?'

And Bellamy always comes to the same conclusion. Yes. He doesn't know how, but he wanted to think he could have done something, anything, to stop them getting hurt. He knows he would now.

"You're staring." Clarke says, small smile on her face. She was so innocent now, nothing was weighing her down. Even the blow of losing her father was softened by having her mother here and by being on the ground. It was her fathers dream too.

"I'm not staring just... Doesn't it bother you that you don't remember where you got hurt?" He asked. Clarke looked thoughtful for a moment.

"It bothers me that everybody else knows. Except for the past year, everybody knows my past. I was told I went missing but they're guessing too. I hate being the only one in the dark." She explained as she took a seat on a log near the floor. She was still recovering. Bellamy took the seat next to her.

"Would you want to know? You know if you knew somebody who did remember?" Bellamy had to be careful what he said. She may have memory loss, but she was still smart. She peered down at her arm, a large bunch of scars were scattered on there and she quickly examined all of them.

"These don't look like accidents." She pointed out. "I'm not sure but I don't like the idea of finding out. Still... It's difficult not knowing."

Bellamy tried away, knowing his face would give him away. His eyes were tearing up. He knew what most of the scars were. At the top of her arms she had maybe 7 or 8 small scars from quite deep cuts. They were from Clarke giving blood.

She'd been tested on the Ark quickly apparently and she had a O type blood so it was compatible with anybody. She'd been asked to give blood a couple times on the Ark, but she was still young. She'd written a women was losing blood quickly so Clarke just used a quick tube and a couple of cuts to transfer the blood. Turns out Clarke was compatible with the blood down here too.

There was no way of testing the grounders so she was the only person that could give blood. It was only in case of an emergency though. Clarke was the only medic that Bellamy could tell and the cases she'd described were awful.

"What if somebody else knew?" Bellamy said quickly. "I mean if we could go find somebody. Would you go see them?" Clarke looked thoughtful and sat cross legged on the ground on a patch of grass she's spotted. Bellamy did the same facing her.

"Bellamy, would you tell me something?" She asked and Bellamy feared the worst.

"I will."

"Am I a bad person?" Bellamy was shocked at the question.

"Why would you ask that?"

She looked down at her hands, playing with them to keep herself from getting upset. "I went to jail. I came down to earth and now I'm covered in cuts and injuries. I was away from everybody, and nobody will tell me why." She took a deep breath. "And it's the way people look at me sometimes. They don't think I see them, but I do. They stare at me, like they're afraid or scared for me, or even because of me. My mom doesn't look at me how she used to. These people that say they're my friends, and I like them, but I catch them looking at me." Her voice broke slightly. "And they look at me like they're afraid. Did I do something bad?"

Bellamy felt his chest ache at her pain. He knew why they were looking like that. If she was to remember, it would destroy her. It was clear she was just as innocent as they day she came down. A day where Bellamy remembered her running to stop him opening the dropship doors. She said the air could be toxic, but she still stopped to comment on how Bellamy was hurt. He never forgot that. They could have all been dead, but she was still concerned for one little injury. He knew how if he'd let her, she would have tried to help him with the cut on his hand, no matter what the air was like. She was back to that girl now. The caring healer with a full heart of love.

"Clarke, the things we all did down here...what we did to survive, it almost killed us. And it killed many of us. People I knew, people you knew. They passed away. We all did things we're not proud of to survive." He took hold of her hand gently. "People are looking at you differently not because they are afraid of you, but because you show they what we used to be. Before we came down to earth. Before we lost who we did. And they feel sad knowing how different things are now."

"But did the things we do make us bad people?" She insisted, and Bellamy knew she needed an answer.

"Who we are and who we needed to be to survive are two very different things. We did what we had to do. You did what you had to do." Bellamy recalled what he'd said before, a long time ago, but it still felt it mattered here.

"Thank you." She said quietly, and Bellamy felt he still hadn't answered the question.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I think you're a good person. In fact, I know you are. When I met you, you were the most compassionate, giving, loving person I knew. Granted, we were surrounded by criminals, but still. You never stopped trying to help and heal people. You were our medic, and we all trusted you with our lives in the blink of an eye. Anything you did, you did for your people. But it never turned you bad, and you're still that person. I can see it." He said quickly, barley thinking about what he was saying. He didn't need to, he was simply vocalizing thoughts that he'd repeated in his head dozens of times before. She smiled and squeezed his hand in response.

"Thank you." Her hair fell forward and Bellamy, despite knowing it was a cheesy move, moved it away from her face and tucked it gently behind her ear with his free hand.

"Is what you said why you look at me the way you do?" Clarke pointed out and Bellamy grinned.

"Yes. It's nice to be reminded of who we used to be. But that doesn't mean who we are now is any worse." She returned the smile and they reminded silent for a few more moments, unsure of how to continue from this point. Bellamy forgot how nice it was to just look at Clarke. To have her there with him.

"You're not going to kiss me again are you?" She joked and Bellamy joined in her quiet laughter. He'd been thinking about it.

"Not unless you wanted me to Princess."

"There it is again. Why does that sound so familiar?" She asked and Bellamy thought about it.

"Princess? That's what I always used to call you. Why, do you remember it?" He was scared then, what if she was remembering?

"Not really. It feels familiar. Natural." She took his other hand and Bellamy stopped being fearful, and began to be hopeful instead. It finally felt like Clarke had returned to him. She was home.

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