Last chapter finally.

Someone pressed the doorbell and the ringing echoed throughout the big house, reminding Bellamy that he was all alone. His heart stopped for a second when he considered who might be paying him a visit at this time of night. His mind flew to Clarke immediately. She must have received his message and now she was here to confess her love and they'd live happily ever after. Only when he opened the door, it wasn't Clarke. It was Octavia.

"O?" Bellamy choked out incredulously.

"Are you going to take my bag or what?" Octavia snapped. Bellamy grabbed her bag from her and she marched past him into the house.

"What are you doing here? I thought you hated me," Bellamy reminded her. "And why did you ring the doorbell?"

"I still hate you a little bit," Octavia informed him, swinging around to face him, her hair almost flicking him in the face. "Lincoln gave me your message. He told me Clarke's gone."

"Is that the reason you left? Do you hate her that much?" Bellamy asked.

"Don't be an idiot. I left because I hate you. I'm back because I love you," Octavia rolled her eyes.

"You're not making any sense," Bellamy said in confusion.

"I'm still really mad at you Bell. But I know you love her and I figured you could use some company until you can get over her," Octavia finally explained.

"So you're not back for good?" Bellamy clarified. Octavia shook her head.

"I'm still living in LA with Lincoln. Think you can deal with that?" Octavia said, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah. As long as I still get to see you," Bellamy nodded with a small smile.

"Good. Now, let's get drunk and forget about Clarke," Octavia declared, pulling a bottle of tequila out of her bag.

Abby was surprised to say the least when she opened the door to find Clarke standing there.

"Clarke?" she managed to choke out as she stood frozen in the doorway.

"Hi mom," Clarke replied with a small smile. Abby stood still for another second, like she couldn't quite believe it was really her daughter standing in front of her. Clarke couldn't really blame her.

"Can I come in or…?" Clarke prompted before her mother burst into tears, pulling her into a tight hug. Clarke reluctantly returned the hug, and hoped her mother didn't notice the tears forming in her own eyes.

"Abby?" Clarke heard Marcus call. "Who is it?" Clarke surreptitiously brushed the water from her eyes as her mother finally pulled away.

"Come on," Abby pulled Clarke inside. She led Clarke to the living room where Marcus was sitting drinking coffee.

"Clarke!" Marcus exclaimed in surprise when they walked into the room. He looked understandably confused but he said nothing, only glancing between Abby and Clarke before crossing the room to give Clarke an awkward hug.

"Coffee?" he asked when he pulled away.

"Thanks," Clarke nodded. Abby sat down on the couch and Clarke followed suit. A tense silence filled the room ad Clarke fiddled with the sleeve of her shirt, unable to look at her mother. Now that the initial shock of Clarke's return had subsided, Clarke knew her mother probably just wanted to know where the hell her daughter had been and what she'd been doing, but obviously she wasn't game to ask just yet, perhaps afraid she'd just drive Clarke away again.

But Clarke was ready to get the conversation over with. She wasn't planning on staying in Sacramento long. She's had a lot of time to think on the drive from Amarillo, and she knew one thing for certain, and that was that she didn't belong there anymore. And she was pretty sure she knew where she did belong.

"It's okay, mom," Clarke sighed. "You can ask." Abby didn't bother pretending not to know what Clarke was talking about.

"I was beginning to think I'd never see you again," Abby whispered. "Where on earth have you been?"

"I would've thought Wells would have told you," Clarke said wryly.

"I haven't heard from in days," Abby informed her. Clarke was a little surprised. She had expected Wells to sell her out, but even after all she'd done to him he was still on her side it seemed.

"I was in a place called Ark Hill. Then Amarillo for a couple of days," Clarke told her mother.

"Texas?" Abby screwed up her nose.

"Ark Hill is in California," Clarke said.

"I've never heard of it," Abby said, a little suspiciously. Clarke shot her a look through narrowed eyes. "But I'm sure it's a lovely place," Abby amended, forcing a smile. "So, you're back just in time to start the semester," she said brightly.

"Is that all you care about?" Clarke cried in frustration.

"Well, I just assumed that's why you were back. And now you and Wells-," Abby prattled, but Clarke cut her off before she could really get started.

"Mom!" she snapped. "Wells and I are done, got it? And I'm not here because I want to go to college. I don't even know what I want to do for a living!"

"That's why you need to go to college. So you will realise what you were meant to do," Abby informed her.

"Which is become a doctor?" Clarke guessed.

"Well…" Abby trailed off, but Clarke already knew the answer. "If you didn't come back to go to college or marry Wells, why did you come back?" Clarke could see Abby's anger starting to show now, though she did a good job of hiding it.

"I thought I should let you know I'm alright. Give you an explanation before I go back," Clarke shrugged.

"Go back?" Abby hissed incredulously. "Clarke, this is your home! This is where all your family and friends are. And you want to go and live in some god forsaken little town and end up working as a barmaid with three illegitimate children?"

"Why don't you trust me?" Clarke yelled, standing up. "And why can't you let me make my own decisions? You haven't even asked me why I left in the first place, which just proves you don't give a shit about me at all."

"You're throwing your life away Clarke," Abby warned, completely disregarding everything Clarke had just said. Or maybe she hadn't even heard it. Clarke gave a snort of laughter then, surprising Abby and herself.

"Thanks, mom," Clarke grinned. "Thank you for giving me the clarity I needed. Thank you for showing me I'm making the right decision. Goodbye," Clarke turned and strode from the room then, and Abby ran after her.

"Clarke, wait!" she called. "Come back. Let's talk about this."

"It's too late mom. I'll call you when I get there to let you know I'm alright," Clarke called back.

"Where are you going?" Abby asked, though Clarke knew she already knew.

"Home," Clarke whispered to herself, striding out the front door and back to her car. She knew her mother would come round eventually, and right now, Abby's approval wasn't what she needed. She'd done what she'd needed to, and now it was time to do what she wanted.

"What are you doing here?" Wick raised an eyebrow at her when she walked into the shop.

"I'm here to see Raven," Clarke told him.

"She's mad at you," Wick warned her.

"I know," Clarke sighed. "Can I see her or what?"

"Yeah, but don't blame me if she throws a wrench at your head," Wick chuckled. Clarke rolled her eyes and walked past his office towards the back where Raven presumably was working.

"Raven?" Clarke called out, hoping Raven wouldn't run at the sound of her voice. She was greeted with silence and she sighed, wondering why she even bothered after the scolding Raven has given her over the phone.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming back here," Raven finally spoke, coming out from behind a four wheel drive that was parked there.

"I guess I do," Clarke agreed. Raven pursed her lips and waited for Clarke to go on. Clarke gave a heavy sigh before continuing. "Raven, you were right. I've been completely selfish and a total bitch. I should've said goodbye. I know it's no excuse but I just wasn't thinking straight and I get it if you don't forgive me, but I'm back now, hopefully for good, and I'm really sorry," Clarke said.

"Huh," Raven snorted. "Well, I guess that's a pretty good apology. But it doesn't make up for what you did."

"I know," Clarke nodded. "But, you know, since I'm sticking around, you can probably find other ways for me to make it up to you," she suggested, daring to give Raven a sheepish grin. Raven rolled her eyes and suppressed her own smile.

"Fine," she agreed grudgingly. "But you're not forgiven yet." Clarke grinned brightly and Raven rolled her eyes again before pulling Clarke into a hug. "I'm glad you're back," she whispered.

"Me too," Clarke returned. "And I'm really glad to see you, but there's someone else I have to see too," she continued, pulling out of the hug.

"You didn't go and see him first?" Raven exclaimed. "You must really love me."

"You know it," Clarke laughed.

"Well, hurry up and get out of here!" Raven urged her, and Clarke said goodbye to Raven and Wick before heading to Bellamy's house.

Butterflies filled her stomach as she drove up the driveway to the house and she didn't really know what she was going to say to him. She'd prepared her speech to Raven on the drive down, but hadn't managed to come up with anything equally as heartfelt when it came to Bellamy. After everything he'd said in his message, she felt like she needed to be able to put everything she felt for him into perfectly constructed sentences so that it would play out like a cheesy romance movie. But no perfectly constructed sentences had come to her, and now she was at his house with nothing to say.

It was Octavia who opened the door anyway.

"Octavia?" Clarke said in surprise.

"Clarke?" Octavia replied, clearly just as surprised.

"I thought you were…" Clarke trailed off.

"I thought the same about you," Octavia said, raising an eyebrow.

"Is Bellamy here? Can I see him?" Clarke asked.

"He's here, but he's busy at the moment," Octavia told her. Clarke was sceptical and Octavia could see it written on her face. "No, he really is busy. He's selling the house. He's in his study now, negotiating."

"Oh," Clarke nodded. She was a little sad that the house had to go, and she assumed the farm too. On the drive back she'd conjured up a daydream of living in the mansion with Bellamy, helping him with the peaches. But as long as he could forgive her for leaving and still wanted to be with her, she didn't really care where they lived. "He's not going through a real estate agent?" Clarke asked Octavia as Octavia let her inside.

"No, he didn't need to. Someone made him an offer before he'd even decided whether or not he wanted to sell. I believe you know the buyer, actually," Octavia said.

"I do?" Clarke said, bewildered. She ran through every person she could think of in Ark Hill but came up short. She heard footsteps at the top of the stairs, signifying the negotiations were over. She and Octavia looked up to see Bellamy coming down and…

"Wells?" Clarke burst out. "You're buying this house?" In hindsight she probably should have greeted Bellamy first, but she was too stunned to act appropriately.

"Sure am," he smiled. He didn't look at all surprised to see her. Bellamy, on the other hand, looked like he was about to faint.

"Why would you want to live in Ark Hill?" she accused.

"I don't. I thought it would be a good investment," Wells informed her. "I'm going to rent it out."

"To who?" Clarke continued to be utterly stunned by the turn of events.

"To me," Bellamy finally spoke.

"To you," Clarke repeated dumbly and anything else she had been going to say to Wells died in her throat as she finally remembered why she was there. Her face heated with embarrassment and Wells cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I should get going. I'll be in touch," he said to Bellamy.

"And I have a really important thing I have to buy at the supermarket," Octavia lied and the two of them hurried out the front door. As the door thumped closed behind them, silence filled the foyer as Clarke and Bellamy stared at each other for a moment.

"Clarke," Bellamy started but Clarke quickly cut him off.

"I love you," she blurted. To hell with epic speeches. "I love you," she repeated, and it was easier the second time. There was barely a pause before she was in Bellamy's arms and he was kissing her, and she was kissing him back like her life depended on it.

"I'm sorry I left," she managed to get out as she pulled away slightly to take a breath. "I just… thought you didn't want me to stay. After we… you know…."

"Had sex?" Bellamy smirked against her mouth.

"Right," Clarke confirmed, grateful he couldn't see her blush when his face was so close to hers. "And I thought you blamed me for Octavia leaving."

"No way. That was all on me. And as for the other thing, I'd like to do that again sometime," he chuckled. "Or a lot more times." He grabbed her ass and hoisted her up so she had to lock her legs around his waist, making her shriek and giggle. "Move in with me?" he said seriously.

"Of course," Clarke smiled leaning in to kiss him again.

"You can sleep in my room this time," he told her, brushing his nose against hers gently.

"I suppose I have Wells to thank for that," Clarke said.

"We should probably thank him. But can you not spoil the mood by mentioning your ex? I'd kind of like to take you to our room now, if that's alright with you," Bellamy laughed. Clarke nodded and Bellamy carried her upstairs and set her down on his bed. "Welcome home, Clarke."

So I hope you enjoyed this. I don't know if anyone was actually still reading this, but this is the end anyway.