[A/N]:I've finally updated. YAY, sorry it's been a while. Thanks for all your reviews, favs and follows guys, especially those who have both reviewed every chapter and encouraged me to continue. (You know who you are*wink *)

By the way, I would really appreciate some suggestions for chapter 6.

Anyway, here's chapter 5. Enjoy (And remember to review.) XX :)

In the middle of the night Clarke turned in her sleep, snuggling deeper into Bellamy's shoulder.

She was on the ark, in the room she had once shared with her mother and father. She lightly touched the drawing on the wall hear her bed. Remembering all the times her father had praised her artwork. "Clarke." She turned around and saw her father.

"Dad?" Tears were welling up in her eyes. He looked exactly the same as he did before he was floated. Before her mother killed him. She ran to him and pulled him into a tight hug. "What's going on?" She asked shakily. "Why are you here?"Clarke suddenly pulled back when she felt her father go cold. "Dad?"

"This is your fault Clarke," He said as his skin paled and gashes started to form on his cheek. "Why would you do this to me?"

"What are you-" Clarke looked at the ground and saw dozens of cold bodies surrounding Blood pooled around her feet.

"This is all because of you Clarke." She looked to her left and saw an angry looking Bellamy. "You failed us."

Clarke fell to the ground, defeated.

'They're right. This is all my fault. They're all dead because of me. I'm a failure.'

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Bellamy stared at Clarke lovingly as she snuggled into his shoulder. She looked angelic, her long blonde hair was spread across her face and her small hand was wrapped around his. If somebody told him ten days ago that he would be lying in bed, watching Clarke Griffin sleep he probably would have knocked them out, but here he was stroking her hair and thinking about how gorgeous she looked in her sleep. Suddenly Clarke's face twisted and she began to thrash around, tears were rolling down her face. She was obviously having a bad dream.

"Hey Clarke," Bellamy gently shook her shoulder but she just continued. "Come on it's just a dream. Wake up!" She was worrying him now. "Wake up!"

Clarke gasped. "Bell?" She asked. Her whole body was shaking and her eyes were red from crying. She pushed him away and abruptly jumped to the other side of the tent, her eyes filling with tears. Slowly, Bellamy walked closer to her. "No! Stay away, don't touch me! It's all my fault."

"Clarke? What are you talking about?" He asked, still walking.

"You're all gonna die because of me! I saw you!" He got closer to her and sat on the floor next to her, pulling her into his muscular arms. "I can't let you die Bellamy, I can't!" She cried, balling her fists into his shirt.

"Shh." He replied, stroking her soft blond hair. "I'm not going anywhere Princess."

Clarke didn't respond but Bellamy relaxed when she nodded into his chest. He kept his arms locked around her for a while until he heard her breathing even out stood up, carrying her over to the bed and pulling the sheets over the two of them. He waited until he was completely sure she was asleep before closing his eyes and giving into his exhaustion.

The first thing Bellamy noticed that morning was that the space next to him was empty. He immediately sat up and looked around, Clarke was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she does regret what happened. Bellamy threw back the covers and started pulling on his trousers and t shirt before going back into leader mode and leaving his tent.

Hey, I know this is a really short chapter but I really wanted to update and I wasn't really feeling this chapter. Sorry guys. :(

Anyyywhooo read and review so i know what you think of it.