Summary: This is not good, lol (the ending is pretty alright tho). Clarke gets attacked in Polis and suffers from memory loss. Bellamy comes to make sure she is okay even though she asked him to stay away.

"You still don't remember anything?" One of the healers asked Clarke. She shook her head.

"Looks like your ear got ripped too." He spoke. Clarke was sitting on a bench in the Tower in Polis, letting one of their healers look to her wounds even though she didn't think it was necessary. 

The thing that worried her the most was that she still didn't remember anything. 

Not everyone was fond of the alliance between the grounders and skaikru, and Clarke had been told that was why she had now injuries all over that she had no idea how had gotten there. 

Apparently, they had been attacked by a bunch of grounders in Polis. It was not only Clarke, but Indra and others had also been with her, but the attack was a surprise, and they had jumped at Clarke first. 

"We have caught the guilty," Indra stated as she entered. Clarke simply nodded. 

She was tired, and it was all very confusing to her. 

"You are not allowed to go in there." A guard on the other side of the door spoke loudly, but not even a second later the door burst open. 

"Are you okay? What happened?" Bellamy asked, walking straight over to Clarke, ignoring the others in the room. 

"Bellamy." Indra sighed. The healer, Nyko, glanced at Bellamy confusingly, clearly not knowing who he was. 

Clarke noticed his stare. "This is Bellamy, we're kind of partners." She explained. 

"If he came all the way from Arkadia, you're a little bit more than 'partners'." Nyko smiled, but Clarke shot him a death glare. 

She turned her attention back to Bellamy. "I asked you not to come." 

"Why doesn't she remember anything?" He asked Nyko, ignoring Clarke's statement. 

"Most likely the blow to the head," Nyko answered. 

Clarke refused to look at Bellamy. She was kind of angry that he had come even though she had told him not to, but on the other hand she felt safer with him beside her. He felt familiar, and that was a nice feeling compared to her not remembering the past 24 hours. 

Bellamy placed two fingers under her chin, lifting her head up so he could study her injuries. 

His eyes shifted back to Clarke's. He kept her gaze as he spoke: "Who did this to you?" The anger in his voice was barely restrained. 

"Don't worry, Bellamy, we caught them. We await their trial, you just go take care of your... Partner." Indra spoke slightly teasing. 

Bellamy followed Clarke to the room she had temporarily stayed in in Polis. 

"It will come back," Bellamy said, referring to Clarke's loss of memory. 

"You don't know that," She spoke, but Bellamy just sighed, knowing she was right. She goddamn always was. 

"You can go home now, Bellamy, I'm good." She had always been stubborn, and even though she wanted Bellamy to stay right beside her, she didn't want to take his time. It was useless, after all. 

"Are you kidding me? I ain't going anywhere until I can take you back to Arkadi with me." He spoke refusing. They both knew it could be a couple of days before they could return to Arkadia because Clarke had to be at the trial of the attackers. 

"Look, Clarke," Bellamy started as he grabbed her face with his hands, making her look at him so she knew that he meant it. 

"I care about you, and I am so sorry I wasn't there with you when it happened. I am staying with you until we go back to Arkadia, okay? I want to make sure you're alright." He continued while staring at the woman he had admired for so long. 

It seemed impossible for him not to love her. 

He had tried for so long not to fall, but it was getting harder and harder every time he looked at her. The more he tried to ignore his feelings, the more they grew. 

Clarke took one of Bellamy's hands in her own and placed a slight kiss on it. "Thank you." She smiled at him. 

The act made Bellamy shiver, and he couldn't help but trace her bottom lip with his thumb. 

Clarke had suddenly forgotten how to breathe as her lips parted from Bellamy's touch. 

Bellamy found himself wondering what it felt like to trace his fingers along her jawline, along her neck. What it felt like running his fingers through her hair with her lips on his. 

Clarke quickly forgot all about her loss of memory and her minor injuries. The only thing she could focus on was the boy in front of her and the spot on her lips where his thumb had been seconds before. 

Bellamy pulled his hand from her grasp, only to place it behind her head, bringing his lips to her. 

He was risking everything they had ever had together. This could ruin their friendship, or it could evolve it into something more. 

As Bellamy's lips met Clarke's, it was as if her legs had forgotten how to work probably, and she felt herself tremble from his touch. She grabbed onto his shirt, holding herself up as the kiss deepened, letting their lips form the words they had long been hiding.