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7. clarke's pov

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In the dream, the faint smell of blood along with the scent fire and wood makes it clear that I'm back at where we were before the Mountain Men came for us; in the dropship.

I'm tending to the wounded. Some people are cut, some burned, some poisoned, some with a sort of sickness that I still can't identify.

"How's it goin' in there princess?" someone asks, walking in.

It's Bellamy. His dar curly hair is dishevelled and messy, something I've grown to love about him. His dark chocolate eyes and his smirk are so familiar to me now that I can remember exactly how they look with my eyes closed.

"What are you doing here Blake?" I ask, unwillingly. Maybe I'm reliving a memory? Or maybe in this dream, I can control what happens. "Shouldn't you be off banging some girl with low standards?"

He chuckles. Like him, I like my insults.

"I came to see if O was okay," he says, motioning to Octavia's cot. I didn't even realize she was here. Octavia has never been in here for sickness before. So this definitely wasn't a memory.

"She's doing alright," I find myself saying. "She had some poisonous berries, but thank God she only had a couple, or she could've died, but she'll be alright. The better Blake will indeed survive."

"Thank you, Clarke," he replies, taking on a more serious tone and not reacting to me very hilarious joke. "This means a lot to me. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"I'll bet she thinks the same thing about you," I say, to comfort him, rewarding me with a smile. "You're her rock, you know that."

He laughs dryly and sits down next to me, beside a cot with a guy I'm pretty sure is named Damien. "Yeah, I don't think I am," he says. "I think Lincoln's her rock now. She's always with him. I mean, I know she likes him a lot, but for God's sake, he's still a grounder."

"He's also a man, Bellamy," I reason. "I think you're forgetting that."

"You see? What's wrong with me?" he asks, and I fight the instinctive urge to say, A lot of things. "Why can't I just accept who she's with or who she wants to be? Why am I such a jackass?"

"Look, Bellamy, she's your sister, and you just want to protect her from harm and danger. And from what we know so far, Grounders are danger. But we know that Lincoln is not. He's helped us in so many ways. It's not that you don't accept who your sister's with, it's that you're worried he'll hurt her. As for being a jackass, well, I guess that just comes to you naturally."

He laughs, with a genuine smile this time. "Thanks, princess. I guess you're not that bad."

"I wish I could say the same about you," I say, laughing at his playful grin.

We hug, a little awkwardly, which shouldn't happen since I've known him forever. Well, at least, in the real world I have. Not in this dream.

"Oh, God," said a female's voice behind us, "the sexual tension between you two is killing me."

I turn my head around to see Octavia looking up at us and smiling. Bellamy and I pull apart. I'm furiously blushing and I'm kinda hoping he is too.

"How much of that did you hear?" Bellamy asks, sounding quite worried.

"Enough to know that you're just trying to protect me," she says, smiling. "And that being a jackass come naturally to you."