âAlrighty⊠x-rays look good. Rib fractures on the left side are still visible but showing signs of remodeling. Right tibia is doing wonderfully, too, but she will need physical therapy once it is healed.â Abby hums, walking into the room and putting the x-rays on the light box. Clarke stands and joins her as they both look at the scans.
âTold you they did a good job on that.â Clarke nods in agreement as they examine the films in front of them.
âThey did.â Abby hums with a nod back. âAnd she is already responding well to the reduction of meds I began her on after lunch, tooâŠ,â Abby continues, finger on her mouth as she studies the films for anything she couldâve missed. Clarke turns and looks at her mother, dumbfounded by this statement.
âWell, no fucking wonder she was able to fight me so much when I tried to stop reading!â Clarke mutters in disbelief at being told fucking nothing about this and only gets a subtle smirk from her mother, who is still deep in doctor mode.
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Murphy x Clarke x Bellamy fic (Mostly Murphamy If Iâm Being Honest)
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Request: Not Requested!
Prompt: âPerson A falls for both person B and person C but B and C hate each otherâ
Summary: Clarke Griffin is polyamorous, Bellamy knew this when they first started dating. What Bellamy didn't know though, is that when it came down to it, Â John Murphy is the other man she likes.
A/N: This is the longest Fic i have ever written. Itâs the reason I got behind and im not fics behind on my april challenge im doing lol. I hope you enjoy??
Setting: Peaceful Arkadia AU
Warnings: Death of Murphy's parents is mentioned, Alcohol, and i think thatâs it?
Word Count: 6009
Tags: @lovelessdykeâ @ultimatereyesstan
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âYou what?â Bellamy asks, looking at Clarke surprised. Clarke shakes her head softly and sighs. She quickly latches the button on her pants.
âI like Murphy, too.â Clarke says, putting on her jacket. Bellamy slips on his shirt and scoffs.
âSeriously?â Bellamy asks, and Clarke crosses her arms and looks at him.
âLook, I told you Iâm poly when we first got together. I told you this might happen.â Clarke says, and Bellamy throws his arms up.
âYeah! But I thought it would be like, Raven or Someone else, not Murphy!â Bellamy exclaims, plopping down on the bed. Clarke sighs and shakes her head.
âYour issue is with who I like?â Clarke asks, walking forward. Bellamy looks up at her, his shoulder obviously tense. She brings her hand to his face and cups it.
âI donât like him.â Bellamy grounds out, and Clarke sighs. She steps back and grabs her gun holster from the top of her dresser.
âThatâs because you wonât give him a chance.â She says, walking over to the other side of the room, where her boots lay. She grabs them and walks over to the bed. She sits down and starts putting them on.
âListen, you know i'm supportive of you, and heck if it was anyone else Iâd probably be happy, but Murphy isnât good.â Bellamy says, his voice low. Clarke sighs and gets up.
âDid you know heâs been working with my mother in the med bay?â Clarke asks, going to the little bathroom that is connected to their room. Bellamy gets up and followers her into it, watching as she grabs her toothbrush. âOr that heâs been helping Monty at the gardens? Or that heâs been helping Miller and Brian get along? Or that heâs been-â
âOkay, okay I get it.â Bellamy says, grabbing his toothbrush as well, pushing Clarke slightly to the side. Clarke grabs the toothpaste, and Bellamy takes it from her hand before she can use it. She glares up at him through the mirror and Bellamy hides a smile.
âDo you really? Because heâs not bad. Heâs misunderstood.â Clarke says, letting Bellamy give her back the toothpaste. Bellamy Sighs and starts brushing.
Bellamy brushes for a second, before pulling out the tooth brush and spitting into the sink âListen, he killed two kids.â Bellamy says, and Clarke raises an eyebrow.
âOkay? And we killed all of the mountain men.â Clarke says, putting her tooth brush in. Bellamy sighs.
âThatâs different. We did it for an actual reason.â Bellamy says, going to brush his teeth more. Clarke spits out some toothpaste and sighs exasperated.
âHe had his own reasons too!â Clarke says, grabbing the cup next to the sink and putting water in it. She takes some into her mouth and spits out the rest of the toothpaste. She always brushes way faster than him, he hates it because it gives her more time to talk during these morning discussions they regularly have.
âYeah, like revenge. How is that anything similar to why we did what we did?â Bellamy asks, now spitting out his toothpaste again. He grabs the cup and rinses out his mouth, before following Clarke out of the bathroom.
âHe did it to save himself. He was scared, Bellamy. Have you even bothered to ask about how he felt?â Clarke asks, grabbing a few more things from her dresser drawer. Bellamy sighs and opens his drawer to grab a few of his own things.
âListen, I canât stop you from liking him, Hell, even being with him, but Iâm not going to like it. I donât want anywhere near him.â Bellamy says, and Clarke Grabs his arm before he can walk away.
âBell, please.â Clarke says softly. Bellamy lets her grab his hand and She looks up into his eyes. âPlease, Bell. I want this to work. I want you and him to get along.â She says.
âThatâs never going to happen.â Bellamy says, taking his hand away.
âAt least try. Come to lunch with us today.â Clarek says, and Bellamy sighs. He looks to the ground and then back up at Clarke, her eyes wide and begging. He feels his stubborn-ness give and he sighs softly.
âOkay, fine, Iâll have lunch with you, two.â Bellamy says, and Clarke smiles widely. She jumps forward and kisses him softly, and Bellamy smiles into the kiss.
âThank you, Bell.â Clarke says, her voice filled with love.
âAnything for you, Princess.â
During the day, Before Clarke went in to get her job done, she stopped by to tell Murphy about everything. Murphy wasnât surprised that Bellamy didnât trust thim, If he was being honest he barely even trusted Bellamy, but for Clarke heâll try anything. And if that means along the way he and Bellamy get closer, then he might as well try. So, he agreed to join them.
A few hours later, Bellamy and Clarke are sitting at a table in Arkadiaâs eating area, they both have their plates, and drinks, and are eating as they talk about the day.
âMurphy should be here by now.â Bellamy says, taking a bit of his food. He brings his head back up and looks at Clarke. Clarke grabs her napkin and brings it up to wipe at a spot on his lip where some food stayed. He smiles softly at her, âThanks.â
âHeâs probably just running a little late.â Clarke says, putting down her napkin and taking a bite herself.
âHe probably decided to ditch us.â Bellamy snarks, taking a drink of his water. Clarke sighs and puts down her fork.
âHe wouldnât do that.â Clarke says, looking at Bellamy with a serious expression.
âAh, right, because the guy who was a juvenile delinquent wouldnât skip out on lunch.â Bellamy snarks, and then a voice comes from behind them.
âYeah, uh, sorry. Miller came in with a cut the size of my hand on his side. I had to patch him up.â Clarke looks behind her to see Murphy standing there, looking at Bellamy with a look that tells her this will not be easy. She jumps up and kisses him on the cheek. âHey.â He says, smiling at her, like she can make his day go from a nightmare, to a daydream. Bellamy gets that. She always cheers him up at the end of the day. Clarke grabs his hand and pulls him over to the table.
âSorry, we kind of started without you.â Clarke says, sitting in her spot. Murphy sits next to her, on the opposite side of where Bellamy is sitting, and sighs softly, happy to be sitting down for the first time in a few hours.
âItâs fine, Clarke. You didnât know when Iâd get here.â Murphy says, raising his hand so a guy who will come get his order can see him. He always tries to give them extra help whenever he can, when heâs off work he sometimes comes in and works with them.
âHeya Murphy! The usual?â The server asks, and Murphy nods softly. The server walks away, and Murphy looks to Clarke and sighs.
âHard day?â Clarke asks, genuinely worried.
âYeah, a lot of people are getting hurt lately.â Murphy says, shrugging as if itâs not too much for him. Honestly, when he agreed to work with Abby, he was happy to do it. It was good for him to feel useful, and to help people. But now itâs too much sometimes. The blood gets sickening sometimes, especially when it stains his hands.
âAnd youâre worried about how much work you have to do?â Bellamy asks, his eyebrow raised. Clarke glares at him softly and his his leg under the table. Murphy sighs and looks down at the table.
âI obviously care about them, Bellamy, or else I wouldnât be doing it in the first place.â Murphy grounds out, trying to keep his voice calm. Bellamy has no idea what he goes through every day, or how much work he does, or anything like that. He has no right to assume all he cares about is how much time he has to work. As much as Murphy would like to cuss Bellamy out, the warmth coming from Clarke is enough to keep him grounded. He's doing this for her.
âAnyway! How has your day been?â Clarke asks, grabbing Bellamyâs hand. Murphy lets his gaze linger on the touch before smiling softly. Heâs happy when Clarke can get love, in any form she does. As much as he is hesitant of Bellamy, he knows Bellamy will take care of her.
âItâs been okay. Iâve had to yell at a few people, keep them in their lane.â Belamy says, taking a bite of his food, that Clarke had forgotten existed. She feels bad eating while Murphy sits there without anything.
âHere, have a bite.â Clark says, pushing her food towards him. Murphy smiles and does as heâs told, knowing that Clarke will probably take his head off if he refuses to eat. Clarke looks around them for a moment before looking back at Bellamy, who is staring at Murphy. She sighs and kicks him under the table and gives him a look. Bellamy makes a face that Clarke knows to mean âWhat?!?â and Clarke glares at him.
âYou guys do this often?â Murphy asks, pointing a finger between them.
âDo what?â Bellamy snaps, before taking a deep breath and calming himself. âDo what?â He asks softer this time.
âTalk with your faces.â Murphy says, a small smirk on his lips. He looks at Clarke and laughs when she blushes.
âAlso, Bellamy, can you stop staring at me? Iâd appreciate it. I mean, unless youâre appreciating my god given good looks.â Murphy continues and Clarke laughs and bumps into him with her shoulder. Bellamy feels his cheeks heat up despite himself and he looks back at his food, his jaw tight. Murphy sees this and back tracks a bit. âLook, man, I was just joking, sorry.â He says, pushing Clarkeâs food away from him, and back to her. He reaches forward and steals Clarkeâs water and takes a sip.
âMurphy!â The server says, walking over and giving him his food. Murphy smiles and nods at him.
âThanks, how about later I help you with that shoulder? You said it's been bothering you.â Murphy says, taking his food and looking at it with excitement. He has always liked food, especially after working in the medbay.
âReally? Itâs been really bugging me, it makes me slower to work.â The server says, giving him his cup and pouring water in it.
âDude, of course. Come by the med bay after your shift.â Murphy says, trying not to think about how busy he already is. He always just keeps adding on.
âGreat!â The server says, before walking off. Murphy grabs his fork and starts eating before he notices Clarke is smiling at him.
âWhat?â Murphy says, a smile on his face.
âI love when you help people.â Clarke says softly. Murphy smiles and feels his cheeks heat up.
âYeah, yeah, eat it all up.â Murphy jokes, and takes a drink of his own water.
âHow much do you work?â Bellamy asks, looking at Murphy. Murphy puts down his cup and messes with his hair.
âWell, I have multiple jobs. Different jobs, different days. I have the medbay, which is what I am doing today, Where I work from 7 am to 8 pm. I have a lunch break between that, as you can see right now, and I have a few other short 10 minute breaks in between.â Murphy starts to explain, and Bellamy puts down his fork to listen better. Clarke smiles, knowing that listening is one of Bellamyâs ways to show he cares. âI work at the gardens with Monty on some days, those days are more laid back. Monty doesnât expect me to do much. Usually I just water some plants, sometimes I gather stuff. And most other days I just pick up whatever job I can to help. Thereâs a lot of miscellaneous jobs.â Murphy explains,taking another drink. Bellamy nods, and watching Murphy swallow the water, and he looks down at his plate and clears his throat, embarrassed at himself for watching him like that.
âSo you do a lot?â Bellamy asks, and Murphy just nods and eats his food.
They sit in silence for a while, before Murphy looks at his watch and sighs heavily.
âTime to go?â Clarke asks, and Murphy nods, taking the last few bites of his food, and taking the last gulps of his drink. He gets up and stretches. Clarke Gets up and hugs him tight.
âGo save some lives.â Clarke smiles, and pushes at his shoulder. Murphy smirks and grabs his cup and plate.
âYou can leave those here, the server will come and grab it.â Bellamy says, looking up at Murphy from his spot.
âOh, I take it up for them, it makes their lives easier.â Murphy says, smiling. He then kisses Clarke on the cheek, and turns away quickly, feeling Bellamyâs eyes burn a hole in his skull. He knows Bellamy is hesitant about him being with Clarke, and if he is assuming right, he thinks heâs also a bit jealous. He walks up and gives his plate and cup to the people near the food and they smile gratefully at him.
Clarke watches him leave and sighs sadly. She sits back down and smiles at Bellamy.
âI guess it's just us for a little bit.â Clarke says, grabbing Bellamyâs hand. Bellamy squeezes her hand and brings it to his lips kissing it softly.
âFinally.â He mumbles and Clarke sighs and takes her hand away.
âWhy are you like this? Why canât you just try to be nice about him? I care about him Bellamy, and Iâm trying to get you two to get along. Murphy is obviously trying. He had less of a problem with this than you did. Why canât you just try?â Clarke asks, looking at him with sadness in her eyes. Bellamy sighs and sits back in his seat, crossing his arms.
âHeâs a delinquent!â Bellamy says, gesturing towards the place where Murphy had left from. Clarke shakes her head and sighs, she gets up and grabs her plate and cup.
âI think you forget that I was too.â Clarke says, before walking off. Bellamy watches her leave, and thinks about things for a minute.
Sheâs right, he knows she is. Itâs not right of him to give every other delinquent a chance but then not give Murphy one. Itâs just hard for him. He cares a lot about Clarke,and he doesnât want her to get hurt, and he doesnât trust Murphy. And now, in his anger towards Murphy, he has hurt Clarke. He shakes his head and gets up, leaving his plate and cup on the table.
Two weeks later, after Bellamy being invited to lunches and enjoying his time more than heâd like to admit, he caves. He goes to Murphyâs room, and knocks on the door, waiting for Murphy to open the door.
Murphy opens the door, his chest bare and his hair a mess, Bellamy notices he looks tired. Bellamy accident stares too long at Murphyâs chest, looking at all of the scars there, and Murphy notices, and Looks down at himself before his eyes widen and his cheeks flush and he closes the door. Bellamy is about to leave after blowing it, before the door opens again, and reveals Murphy, who threw on a shirt.
âUh, sorry I just-â
âWhat do you want?â Murphy cuts him off, not wanting to have a conversation about his scars. Itâs already something he hates about himself, he doesnât need anyone to bring them up after staring at them.
âI just- Okay, I know we donât get along that much, mostly because of myself, but still, and I was wondering if youâd like to⊠I donât know, hang out or something? Just the two of usâ Bellamy asks, and Murphyâs eyes widen and his lip quirks up in a small smile. âMaybe we could go outside the gates, or maybe sit by the fire and have a drink, or something.â Bellamy continues and Murphy nods.
âSure, Iâd be happy to.â Murphy says, no sarcasm coming from his lips. Bellamy is surprised but smiles.
âCool! Cool, uh, do you want to meet up, or should I come here at a certain time, or?â Bellamy asks and Murphy smiles.
âUh, can we do it tomorrow, todayâs kind of⊠Not the best day.â Murphy says, and Bellamy feels his heart drop, realizing heâs probably just trying to get out of it.
âWe donât have to do it at all if you donât want to, all you have to do is say no.â Bellamy says,his voice slightly defensive. Murphyâs eyes drop in confusion and he shakes his head.
âNo, No, I want to I just-â
âWhatever, itâs obvious you donât want to, Iâll just go.â Bellamy says, before walking away. By the time Murphy cna open his mouth again to say something, heâs already down the hall and Murphy sighs sadly. Murphy closes the door and plops down on the bed. He takes off his shirt, and lays back down, covering himself up before letting out a long breath as his sore back hit the mattress. Yesterday had been bad, he had accidentally pulled something in his back, and he had refused to do anything about it until he broke down crying while helping Monty in the Garden. Monty had taken him to Abby, and Abby had told him he had to take today off, and stay in bed. Thatâs why he didnât want to go out with Bellamy tonight. He sighs and tries to get himself to sleep again, even though the pain in his back is still pulling at him. He groans and wipes a hand over his face, realizing that this probably ruined any chance he had at Bellamy getting closer to him.
âGreat.â Murphy says to the open, and empty air around him. Hopefully Bellamy doesnât tell Clarke about this.
Bellamy walks into his and Clarkeâs shared bedroom, storming over to the dresser and throwing off his jacket. He throws the jacket over a chair, and strips his holster off.
âMurphy doesnât want to go out with me.â Bellamy says to Clarke, who just watched him storm in. Clarke raises an eyebrow at him.
âWhat do you mean?â Clarke asks, closing her book and putting it on the bedside stand. Bellamy huffs and slips off his shoes.
âI asked him to go out, so we could bond, and He doesnât want to!â Bellamy says exasperatedly. He sighs sadly and Plops down on his side of the bed, turning away from Clarke. Clarke sighs softly and sits behind him, bringing her hands up to massage at his shoulders.
âAre you sure he doesnât want to?â Clarke asks, and Bellamy looks down at his hands.
âHe said he didnât want to tonight.â Bellamy says softly. He wouldnât admit it to Murphy, but he was hurt. He wanted this to go well. He wants to be closer to Murphy, and not just for Clarke.
âWell how do you know it doesnât just mean tonight?â Clarke asks.
âBecause why wouldnât he be able to tonight? Whatâs stopping him from going out with me tonight? He had today off, tonight too, Thatâs why I asked him, and weâve been getting closer the past two weeks!â Bellamy says, his tone harsh. He doesnât want to be mean about this, but His feelings are hurt. He really doesnât understand why Murphy wouldnât want to go out with him. Clarke and said he was willing to try with him, and now he just decided not to be?
âI donât know, but donât just assume he doesnât want to. I know Murphy, heâs been talking about you for a while now. He wants to be close to you.â Clarke says, trying to reassure Bellamy. Bellamy shrugs and sighs.
âIâm just tired, I should just sleep.â Bellamy says, and Clarke nods, letting him lay down. Clarke lays next to him, and pulls him so his head is on her chest. He sighs softly and smiles.
âNight Princess.â
In the morning, Murphy wakes up, and he still feels a dull ache in his back. He grabs the pain pills and takes them, not bothering to grab water. He slips his boots on, and thinks about Bellamy. He wants to be with Bellamy too. He wants their relationship to be good, and heâs scared he may have ruined it all last night. He sighs sadly and slips on a new shirt and pants. Today he will go to Bellamy and explain everything, even if it makes him late for work. Abby will probably just think itâs because of his back or something.
Murphy opens his door, and walks out of it, and starts walking to the guardâs building. He knows Bellamy works today, and he knows he has probably already started. He sighs and starts to walk faster, in his haste he almost runs into someone and apologizes over his shoulder.
He makes it to the guards building and just walks in, not caring about policy. Heâs been practicing what he was going to say, and at this point he thinks itâs just better to be straight forward and just say exactly what he wants to. He sees Bellamy across the room and walks straight over, not caring about the people staring at him. Bellamy looks up and quickly sits up seeing Murphy there.
âI pulled my back yesterday, so I couldnât go out with you. But I can tonight. 8 pm? Come to my room? sit by the fire and have that drink you were talking about.â Murphy rushes out, and Bellamy laughs softly.
âSo I just... Completely misunderstood you?â Bellamy asks and Murphy nods.
âYup. Anyways, Iâm going to be late for work, So Iâve got to go, but pick me up at 8, huh?â Murphy says, and Bellamy smiles.
âYeah, sure Murphy, Iâd love to.â Bellamy says, and Murphy node awkwardly, before turning around and walking away. Bellamy smiles to himself and Gets ready for the day. He canât wait for tonight.
10 hours later, after a boring and uneventful day at work, Bellamy is ready to have some fun. He goes to his room, and does something with his hair that nobody understands. Everyone assumes he does something to it, but all he does is put some water on his hands and fluff around his hair a bit. He grabs a nice shirt, Not something too nice, since he doesnât have that luxury, but something that doesnât look horrible. He freshens up quickly, splashing his face with water changes into his new clothes he picked out. He smiles at himself in the mirror, and he quickly realizes that heâs excited. Heâs excited to go out with Murphy, and heâs not sure if he wants to analyze that fact or not.
He quickly gives Clarke a peck on the lips and runs out their door, realizing heâs late. Itâs his first date-but-is-it-really with Murphy, and heâs already late. He quickly, but not quickly enough to make it obvious that he;s rushed, goes down the many halls to Murphyâs room. When he gets there, heâs surprised to see Murphy just entering his room.
âOh sh-â Murphy cuts himself off, dropping his key. He sighs and picks it up. âSorry! Someone came in with a huge migraine and couldnât do anything until they got meds, and I was the one who had to search through the bottles to find something this guy wasnât allergic to. Seriously, I donât even understand how heâs still alive on Earth, Heâs allergic to almost everything.â Murphy says, laughing softly. Bellamy feels himself smile and finds the story sweet. The Murphy he used to know would never spend his time doing that for someone.
âThatâs nice of you.â Bellamy says, and Murphy looks up at him with a smile.
âYeah, I mean Iâm happy to do it, Heâs a good guy.â Murphy says, walking into his room which he just now got open. Murphy calls out to him from the inside, âYou can come in! Itâs kind of a mess, but Itâs not too bad.â Bellamy hesitantly walks to the doorway and looks into the room, tilting his head. The room isn't as bad as Murphy made it out to be, but it still wasn't clean either. There are clothes strung about the room, and it looks like the bed was just rolled out of. looks into the room, tilting his head. The room isn't as bad as Murphy made it out to be, but it still wasn't clean either. There are clothes strung about the room, and it looks like the bed was just rolled out of.
âItâs not too bad.â Bellamy observes, watching as Murphy goes to his dresser and quickly grabs out clothes. Murphy picks out his outfit, and walks to the bathroom.
âIâm going to change, go ahead and sit on the end I guess.â Murphy says, shrugging. He smiles and walks into the bathroom, quickly getting ready. Bellamy finds himself standing in the middle of the room; he looks at the things on Murphyâs bedside table and smiles. He grabs the book there, reading the title. He sees that itâs Lord Of The Rings, he smiles and tries to remember the plot. He knows it has to do with a ring, an unlikely hero, and a quest with friends, but heâs not sure what happens during it. He opens the book, and looks at the bookmark. Itâs a picture of a young man and woman, and a young boy is next to them. It looks like the womanâs face was once crossed out with a marker, but the marker has been scratched at, and he frowns at it. He picks up the picture and flips it over and the back says âThe Murphyâsâ and he feels his heart break. He hears the door open behind him and he jumps, almost dropping the book and losing Murphyâs spot before catching himself. Murphy freezes when he sees what heâs doing, and winces slightly.
âI said you could sit on the bed, not look through my things.â He half jokes, walking forward and taking the book and picture from his hands and puts the picture back how it was. He puts the book down and turns to the dresser, grabbing his knife from itâs spot. When he made it to Arkadia, he made a new one, since his old one had disappeared in the chaos. He puts the knife in itâs sput on his belt, and turns to Bellamy.
âIâm sorry, I just⊠I like books, and I wanted to see what you were reading.â Bellamy says, âAnd then⊠that kind of turned into me looking at your bookmark.â Bellamy says, his voice dropping. Murphy shrugs.
âOh well, Itâs not like people donât know I had a family, Bell.â Murphy says, and starts to walk out the door. âNow come on, you have a drink you owe me.â Murphy says, a smile pulling at his features. Bellamy shakes his head and laughs following him out the door. Murphy pulls it shut, and makes sure itâs locked before they walk towards the firepits.
They make it to the fire pits, and Murphy sits down on one of the logs surrounding it. And looks up at Bellamy.
âDrink?â He asks, and Bellamy nods.
âIâll get you a drink, relax, sit back and watch the fire or something.â Bellamy says, turning around and heading to where Monty is serving his moonshine. Murphy sighs softly and looks up at the sky instead, feeling the cold air go against his face. He hears Bellamy come back, and he opens his eyes to see Bellamy with two cups in his hands.
âOh thank God, I need a drink.â Murphy says, reaching out. Bellamy chuckles and hands it to him; he sits down and watches as Murphy takes a drink. The moonlight and the fire both create a glow to Murphy, a glow that would be described as magical in the books he read as a kid. He canât help to think of Murphy as magical in this moment. A kid who grows up with everyone against him, yet now heâs helping everyone by being a doctor?
âIâve heard youâre a good doctor.â Bellamy says, watching Murphy as he looks at him with happiness.
âYeah?â Murphy asks, his mouth upturned in a large smile.
âYeah, Iâve been asking people about you recentlyâŠâ Bellamy says, before he can stop himself, he sighs realizing how embarrassing that is. âSorry, I just⊠After Clarke told me about you, I was very hesitant, and I wanted to know more about you.â Bellamy says.
âYeah, I know⊠Iâm not the best guy in the world.â Murphy says, looking at the fire in front of him. The flames light up his face, and Bellamy canât help but think heâs beautiful. He doesnât know when his thoughts about Murphy went from annoyed, to thinking heâs beautiful. Maybe it was the way Clarke has been talking about him, and explaining why she liked him the way she does.
âYou arenât the worst, either.â Bellamy admits, and Murphy feels himself smile wider.
âYeah, but that doesnât mean Iâm good enough.â Murphy says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Bellamy frowns and shakes his head, moving closer to Murphyâs side. Their thighs rub next to each other, and their shoulders bump.
âI-â Bellamy hesitates before speaking, âLook, Iâm just overprotective. I worry about Clarke. I donât want her being with someone who will hurt her. I would be worried no matter who it was, but because of ourâŠâ He trails off and gestures vaguely, âHistory, Iâm a bit more hesitant with you.â
"I think I love her, Bell.â Murphy says, confidence in his voice. Thereâs no âthinkâ to it. He knows he loves her. He closes his eyes and pictures how her lips feel on his cheek, and how the feeling of her hand in his makes him feel. He can picture her smile while heâs alone, and it always cheers him up. It always keeps him going. Bellamy nods and takes a drink from his moonshine, feeling the liquid burn hsi throat slightly. Murphyâs is almost gone already, itâs obvious heâs had a hard time recently.
âI love her, too.â Bellamy says, and Murphy laughs softly. They sit there for a few minutes before Murphy randomly starts talking. Bellamy figures out quickly that heâs just randomly speaking about everything. The color of the sky, the way the trees move, itâs all subjects of Murphyâs rambling and Bellamy finds it endearing.
âDo you ever think of life up there? Do you miss it?â Bellamy asks randomly, interrupting Murphy from his rant about the chancellor. Murphy pauses for a moment, not sure how to answer.
âI think about it, but I donât miss it. I hated it up there.â Murphy says, and Bellamy looks at him puzzled.
âAfter everything thatâs happened to you down here, you still like it more than up there? Why?â Bellamy asks, and Murphy looks up.
âUp there, it was⊠Suffocating. I couldnât get away from anything. I couldnât get away from the people, the guards, the chancellor, the memories, they were all there. When I walked down the hall to school every day Iâd see the airlock chamber and remember my dad dying for me. When Iâd look at any door of any room, Iâd remember running through the door to find my mom, dying on the floor. I-â He breaks himself off and he sighs. âI hate tight spaces. Always have, and That thing up there? That was the tightest spot. I hate not having control over myself, but up there every single thing I did was stared at and picked at. I was forced to be something Iâm not.â Murphy rants, and Bellamy listens, putting a hand on his thigh to calm him down. He had started yelling, and that gained the attention for a few other people.
âAnd Here? Whatâs good about here?â Bellamy asks, wanting to know how Murphy feels.
âIâm free. Iâm able to eat when Iâm hungry, and Iâm able to work a good job! Iâm able to help people here, when up there I was useless. Down here thereâs a possibility for so much more! I can have two kids if Iâd want to, and Itâll be okay! I can get medicine for myself when Iâm hurt or sick, and I can live.â Murphy says, and Bellamy nods. âMy dad⊠He dreamed of this place. He dreamed of being able to Touch the ground, to touch the leaves⊠And If this is where he always wanted to be, then obviously it;s better than that piece of junk that used to be in the sky. Up there I wanted to be a doctor, but I wasnât smart enough. I never was. Here, Abby gave me a chance, and Now I get to save people. You want to know the real, 100% reason all of this is worth it?â Murphy asks, and Bellamy nods. âClarke⊠I would have never met Clarke. I would have never met her and gotten this close to her. I would have never met you...â Murphy finishes, and by the time heâs done heâs looking at Bellamy with such a wild look in his eyes.
Bellamy doesnât understand whatâs happening to him, or why he feels so connected to Murphy in this moment, but before he can stop himself heâs surging forward, and connecting their lips. Bellamy grabâs Murphyâs arms and Moves him so heâs facing him, and stradling the log theyâre on. Murphy wraps his arms around Bellamyâs neck,and lets him pull him as close as possible, not worrying about the world around them. Murphy pulls back his breath heavy and a huge smile on his face.
âWhat was that for?â Murphy asks, a wide smile on his face. Bellamy rests his forehead on Murphyâs, and takes a deep breath. Heâs not sure how to explain it. He doesnât know what made him do that, what made him make the choice to kiss the guy he has hated for so long, but recently he just⊠Hasnât hated him. The way Murphy has proven himself to be good, the way he cares so deeply for Clarke that everything he has gone through has been worth it, just to meet and fall for her, it all hits him way too hard. And the fact Murphy includes him in that, Murphy includes him in the good he has found on this nightmare of a planet, and Bellamy feels happier about that than he has felt about anything ever.
âWas meeting me really worth the pain?â Bellamy asks, suddenly questioning it. Murphy pulls back a bit and nods.
âOf course. I mean yeah, we havenât gotten along much in the past, but for the past two weeks, weâve been getting closer. Thatâs why you asked me to come, right? Because weâve been closer?â Murphy asks, and Bellamy smiles.
âYeah I just⊠I didn't think I meant that much to you, I thought I was just⊠Clarkeâs boyfriend to you.â Bellamy says, and Murphy cups hsi cheek.
âYou could never be âjustâ anything, Bellamy.â Murphy says, leaning forward and connecting their lips once more. Bellamy pulls back for a second and looks into Murphyâs eyes.
âCome on.â He says, and gets up, pulling himself away from Murphy. Murphy looks up at him in confusion.
âWhat? Where are we going.â Murphy asks, confused. Bellamy smirks down at him.
âI think Clarke and I have room for one more.â Bellamy says, changing his smirk to a small smile. He puts out his hand and Murphy looks at him in shock before smiling widely. He takes Bellamyâs hand.
 Series: The 100                                                     Rating: T                                                       Pair: Bellamy Blake & Clarke Griffin (set directly after the Season 3 finale)      Words: 3720
A year old fluffy fanfic, and one of my first for this ship! Just putting it out there to sort my tags.
[Also on Ao3]
Clarke hardly had the time to breathe after she was yanked back into the real world. Figures of her people coiling in pain blurred into her vision- hands that were too warm, covered in blood, clutched her arms, hoisted her out of the throne- The IV ripped from her veins. She had been delirious- her head throbbed painfully as if sheâd taken a hit with a hammer to her skull.
But then sheâd remembered the flame- Lexa was once again in her palm, and she clutched it to her chest, right above her heart. Clarke had the chance to see her one more time; before sheâd been taken away all over again. Though it didnât matter, not anymore. Because Lexa will always be with her, along with other past commanders, watching over her, so as long as the flame was with the right person.
Clarke traced the ridges of the small chip with her thumb- mulling over Lunaâs refusal to become the next commander- Ontariâs abrupt death, ALIEâs warning of Earthâs imminent Armageddon, and the chaos that theyâd nearly succumb too. Â
Six months, the AI had warned her. In six months the earth would no longer be inhabitable- There would be another radioactive fallout due to melting nuclear reactors in the remaining power plants around the earth. What would happen to her people than? What would become of the grounders?
This wasnât an enemy she was used too handling- one that could be fought- or reasoned with, or even killed. This was nature- and machines, and chemicals. This was earth.
Clarke wasnât a prophet- she couldnât tell time, she couldnât see into the near future and watch the destruction happen beforehand, just so she could warn everyone before it wiped them all out. She was at a plight, and it was gradually taking its toll on her nerves.
Time was most definitely not on her side. Six months, Clarke sighed exasperatedly, sliding down onto floor beside the bed that once belonged to the commander. Itâd been stripped bare of the bloodied sheets and cushions- but Clarke still refused to bask in its comfort.
Rolling the flame in her hand, she let her head hit the side of the mattress, bringing her gaze up to the bumpy ceiling. Clarke felt a familiar presence at the door of the commanderâs chambers- but didnât bother to move from her spot on the floor. The door was shut with an audible click, and just as soon as he leaned his gun carefully against the wall- he dropped down to sit beside her, his long legs bumping against her own.
His voice came, deep and worn from battle cries. âWhat are you thinking about?â
Bellamy rested his arms on his knees, similar to Clarke, he didnât look at her right away, but he didnât have too. Clarke could see the grime caked on his face in her periphery- his shaggy hair looking more disheveled than ever. The Arkadia jacket he donned before was now missing- and the faint scars on his arms were more visible in the gray light of the afternoon.
She shrugged offishly, âOf solutions?â Clarke sighed, running a black stained hand down her face, âI donât knowâI justâI saved the world only tooâjust to come back to square one.â
She dropped her hand with a huff, looking over to Bellamy, only to find he was already staring at her in that intense way of his, meaning he was listening, hanging on every word she said.
Clarke felt panic swell within her- the adrenaline momentarily causing a shortness of breath, âIt was all for nothing.â She whispered, more to herself than to him. Immediately Bellamyâs eyes flared the way they do whenever Clarke or Octavia- or anyone of the Skaikru found themselves in grave danger- and selfless Bellamy was there to stop it.
âDonât.â He placed a heavy hand on her knee, and Clarke noticed the dirt encrusted between his finger nails. He gave her a reassuring squeeze, and she brought her gaze to meet his own again- âYou rescued everyone from a goddamn AI that tried to force us into a fake reality.â Bellamy shook his head, wisps of curls swaying with the movement.
âThatâs something, if you ask me.â
Clarke turned away with a grimace, âThe earth is dying, Bellamy.â
He scoffed, âItâs been dead for years, what else is new?â
She couldnât argue with him there, but even so that very notion that the inevitable end was creeping up on them and she didnât have an already prepared plan drove her to a maddening state. Clarke had always been the one with the plan- since day one. But now she was at loss of what to do. This problem was far bigger than her- bigger than anything.
Thinking back to what ALIE and Becca had told her in the City of light- she could only salvage what little information the AI provided. It wasnât enough- she needed to go to the main root. She needed to dig deeper- think harder, solve faster. Millions of lives were at stake here. Their only home was at stake.
âI canât stop now,â Clarke mumbled, and looked him in the eye trying to hide behind a façade of false determination but sheâs so damn tired- and he could see right through her anyway.
âI know that Iâve got to think ofâsomething, anything. Itâs eating away at me. I havenât told anyone else about it. I mean, I wouldnât even know where to start.â
The hand on her knee disappeared, and Clarke missed the warmth heâd been emitting onto her, instead Bellamy shuffled closer, till her shoulder brushed against his bicep. His proximity made her just little bit anxious- she could see the purplish hue under his brown eyes, and the cuts on his forehead, the nasty finger- shaped bruises blooming across his throat.
She swallowed, looked away- but his hand came back to rest just below her knee, and it was even warmer this time.
âHey,â Bellamy breathed- his breath hot against her cheek. âright now, everyone is still recovering from the aftereffects of ALIE, telling them now would only cause more tension.â
Clarke said nothing- biting into the bottom plush of her lip, nervous. Bellamy sighed. âLook, Donât worry, when the time comes to tell themâIâll be there, for you, okay? Theyâll understand. Theyâll help.â
His hand squeezed her thigh than, and Clarke felt a feathery sort of thrill in her chest.
âWeâll figure something out, we always do.â
She smiled at him, though it wasnât quite happy one. It was a for-the-moment smile. An only-for-Bellamy kind of smile, but his condoling efforts wasnât all lost on her. She clung tight to his words- her words. She kept them close, and kept him closer.
âYeah.â
Then without thinking- which was nearly impossible because Clarke was always thinking- she reached up, and brushed away some of the dark colored fringes that clung to his forehead- hearing a hitch in his breath while she did. Bellamyâs hair was wild and untamed- sticking in every direction. Clarke caressed the curls that stuck out the side of his head, threading her hand through it delicately and watching the waves bounce back into place.
Itâs only when she heard Bellamy audibly clear his throat, and see his eyes sheepishly avert hers- that she yanked her hand away like itâd been scalded.
She stammered, a rosy hue staining her cheeks. âSorryâI, sorry, I wasnât thinking.â
Oh god. Had she crossed the line there? Had there been a line to cross in the first place? Itâs just Bellamy, Clarke reassured, there shouldnât be any awkwardness between them just from a simple affectionate touch.
Besides it wouldnât be the first time sheâd shown some affection for him- though it would be a first she acted on a whim, rather than with her head, or with her heart.
It shouldnât bother her this much- it should be natural by now.
Bellamyâs low rumble of her name snapped her out of reverie, and she swiveled to look at his confused face, mouth hanging open- she quickly thought of a response for her actions.
âItâs justâŠyour hair.â
âWhat about it?â
Clarke shrugged, âItâs really⊠soft?â
There was a long pause before Bellamy let out rough chuckle, mouth tilting in that sideways grin of his.
âSeriously,â He thumbed one of his curls that stuck out, âI havenât washed it in days.â
Clarke hummed in agreement, smoothing out the frayed ends of her blonde hair, âHey, same here.â
âI said days, you havenât washed your hair in months.â
Clarke scoffed, shoving at his shoulder playfully. âYou donât know that.â
He laughed heartily (a rare pleasant sound that certainly did not make her heart back flip), lifting the hand on her thigh to twirl a tendril of her straw blonde hair around his finger. âClarke, I can see it.â
A teasing smirk played at the edges of his lips- and even with all his imperfections, all his compact flaws, his heavy burdens, and the shameful guilt he carried with him; Clarke would always see him as the most radiant of their people. The Sky peopleâs own burning flame, and he would always burn the brightest, in her eyes.
She felt an overwhelming urge to comfort him; to touch and hold him. Heâs done so much for her- for them, though more so for her.
She grasped onto his large hand with her own before it slipped away from her golden tangles of hair- he snapped his head to peer down at her, the mirth vanishing from his face, replaced by puzzling expression.
âClarke?â
She licked the dryness from her lips before speaking- resting their intertwined hands between them, she turned to him, âWhy donât you come here?â
Bellamy raised an eyebrow in question- dropping his gaze to where her hand lay atop his, implying he was already right there with her.
Clarke shook her head, âNoâI mean, lay down.â
He only appeared more confused, so she huffed dramatically.
âJust put your head on my lap.â
The astonished look on Bellamyâs face almost made Clarke lapse into fit of giggles. As if heâd never expect such a tender request from her, she met his warm eyes only to see he was studying her fastidiously- brows furrowing in concern- he tilted his body to inspect the crown of her head for any bumps.
Of course Bellamy would worry- it was his job to so. But this was ridiculous. Clarke scooted away from him, unfurling out her legs in front of her, she motioned for him to come closer, and patted her thigh invitingly.
âThatâs an order, Blake.â
Now with both eyebrows raised, Bellamy gave her an incredulous look- reeling back somewhat to show her just how flabbergasted he was. Clarke beckoned him with her finger; and he turned away with an amusing grin, tongue prodding the inside of his cheeks.
The freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose became more prominent with the blood rushing to his cheeks- he coughed- though it sounded more like a strained laugh, then he turned to her- a twinkle in his brown eyes, and he was smiling dismissively, shaking his head.
âAlright, I wonât argue.â
Bellamy slid over to her side, twisting so he could lay himself down carefully- he shifted into a more comfortable position on Clarkeâs lap- resting his hands on his lower abdomen.
He seemed pretty content, though a bit stiff. Looking everywhere but at the woman he was currently using as a human pillow. Clarke couldnât help but snicker at his shyness- big bad Bellamy, turned to a nervous mess at her provocation. It made her feel tingly- like phantom fingers trailing up her spine, and the sensation wasnât lost on Bellamy either.
Hesitant, his eyes flickered to her face, she smiled reassuringly, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. âItâs okay, just relax.â
He did as she told him, releasing a breath when her hand came down to run through the cluster of curls at the top of his head, smoothing them down. She watched the bob of his Adamâs apple as he swallowed- averting his gaze, eventually shutting his eyes, breathing evenly as she continued her soothing ministrations.
Clarke was fascinated by Bellamyâs hair- even if it was slightly matted with debris and dust she brushed off. She liked watching his curls bounce back into place, she loved how soft his hair felt between her fingers as she combed through his tangles- she adored the way his facial features would twitch then soften each time she passed her hand through a particular knot.
Of course, this was a far cry from solving the fate of the world; but to Clarke, her sensibility and state of mind where two of the most important factors in her ability to deduce a problem, and come up with a rational plan.
So what better way to calm her frayed nerves then playing with her respected partners hair? It really was loosening her up; and Bellamy appeared to be in some kind of bliss, looking about ready to doze off on her lap. The corners of her lips quirked as she toyed with a lock of his dark hair- leaning down just a bit more so a long curtain of wavy blonde cascaded over her shoulder and just barely brushed over his cheekbone.
He mumbled something so low, her ears could hardly pick it up, even being this close to him.
âWhat was that?â
âFeels niceâŠâ
Clarke smiled, then broke into an all-out grin.
âYeah?â She raked a hand through his curls, pushing back his bangs.
âYeah,â Bellamy swallowed, turning his head to lock eyes with her, amusement tugging one corner of his mouth. âFeel a bit like a dog though, but thatâs fine.â
Clarke chuckled, âWell youâre loyal like one.â
Bellamy snorted, turning away from her- she quickly backtracked, not meaning to offend him. âSorry, I didnât mean... youâre not a dog, I justâ â
âItâs alright,â He sighed. âI know what Iâm about.â
Clarke shook her head, biting back another sassy retort- focusing more on the warm weight of Bellamy on her thighs, and the attempt to tame his wild curls (or more like make it even messier). The light of dusk was now approaching- the setting sunâs rays shone through the tall glass windows of the chamber, bathing the two in a luminescent orange glow.
She noticed how the dull light of the sunset on Bellamyâs face erased all his battle scars- made him appear softer, younger. Clarke tucked a curl behind his ear- realizing that theyâre both going to have to evacuate Polis with the rest of Arkadiaâs people soon. Theyâre both going to have to step into leadership- whether the people wanted them to or not. Whether they wanted to or not. She needed Bellamy for this- if they were going to survive this ordeal, she needed her equal.
Before her mind could finish processing her thoughts, her mouth was already forming the sentence.
âYou know; they were going to hang you.â
Bellamy stirred in his wake, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes.
âWhen they were trying to break meâthey, ALIE used my mother instead, but it was you they wanted.â
Clarke stopped her ministrations, leaning against the rail of the bed- swallowing back her words, she hadnât meant to spill it to him, but it slipped off her tongue, Bellamy had that effect on her.
He was already sitting up, features contorting into his usual look of worry. He cocked his head to the side, his face just inches from her own, she could see better the scar on his lip, she could almost count every single freckle on his nose.
âClarkeâŠâ
When she found herself drowning in depths of summery brown, Clarke quietly mumbled the truth she was hoping sheâd never have to face again. âI was willing to let my mother die.â
She said it like an epiphany had come over her- and it had, in all honesty. Clarke had been prepared to watch Abby Griffin die in front of her own eyes- the woman who raised her, nurtured her- she recalled steeling herself for the inevitable, never looking away.
âYou had to protect the passcode.â Bellamy voiced what raced through her head at that moment, and yes she did. Clarke always saw the bigger picture- for the greater good of their people.
Whatever it took, she thought, to protect them. But did that not make her a murderer in its own right?
âI know, but having to sacrifice herâwatching her hang herself, Bellamyâ âClarke broke off with a deprecating laugh, âSheâs my mother, my family. And I was going to kill her.â
âClarke.â
The finality in his deep tone made her lips clamp shut. She felt tears prickling the corners of her eyes, and hastily blinked them away. No time to cryâthey would be leaving soon, and if she was going to lead, she needed to be strong. Leaders donât cry, they cope.
Bellamy lifted his hand, cupping the side of her cheek in such an uncharacteristically gentle way- Clarkeâs heart thrummed in its cage. He wiped away the few tears that had managed to escape. Â
âI donât want to go through that again.â She whispered, feeling the rough pads of his thumb on her cheek.
âYou wonât have too.â He said, then paused. âI wonât let that happen.â
âWhat if it had been you?â
Bellamy dropped his hand to her neck, then her shoulder, then her arm. Each touch more tender than the last.
âWhat if it was you tying a rope around your neckâyou that I was forced to watch⊠die.â
At that he shrugged, without a care in the world. It pissed her off more than anything.
âThen you let me die.â
Clarke huffed, blowing air out her nose, and swatting his hands away from her. âOf course you would say that.â
Bellamy took ahold of one her hands in his own, and sheâs had just about enough to push him away- but decided against it.
âIâm serious ClarkeâHey, look at me.â He grabbed her chin, forcing her head still. She had the right mind to glare at him, narrowing dangeriously blue eyes.
âWhen itâs only sacrificing one life to save millions of others. You do itâwithout hesitation, you understand the consequences, and are willing to face them head on. You donât give up, youâll pull through. I know you.â
His gaze was heavy, and smoldering. His hands were too big, and too warm on her skin- he was crowding her. Clarke knew he was only referring to himself in that statement- because of course he is. Heâs selfless, heâs braveâand no one else was more willing to face death head on if it meant better for the survivability of their people.
Clarke sniffed, âAnd what if itâs somebody I love?â
Bellamy was silent than, mouth opening then closing tightly in a grim line. He turned away, the warmth of his hands leaving her.
âSometimesâŠâ he clenched his jaw, a tick that happened whenever he didnât fully agree with something. âSometimes those decisions are painful to makeâbut if itâs for the better of keeping our people safe.â
The chamber door was thrown open, startling the two of their moment, Bellamy jumped to a stand in front of her, hands flying to the pistol strapped to his waist. Clarkeâs voice stuck in her throat. Two Arkadian guards shuffled in, one of them looking more sheepish than the other at disturbing both Bellamy and Clarke from whatever it was they thought the two were doing.
Bellamy relaxed at the sight of familiar faces, âMiller, Harper. Whatâs going on?â
Miller stepped forward, not all fazed at the fact his own friend very nearly shot him. It wouldnât have been the first time.
âKane and Murphy gathered the rest of our people around PolisâAbby is already treating the rest that were taken down from the crucifixes.â
Bellamy swiftly glanced down to Clarke at the mention of the older Griffin.
âAnd Jaha?â
âCurrently locked up in one of the dungeons,â Harper quipped from behind Miller, âWeâll set him free once weâre ready to leave.â
Bellamy nodded, âAlright, thanks for the update.â
Miller clapped a hand on his shoulder, âIâll let you two know when it's time to evacuate the tower.â
âRoger that.â
Harper was the first out the door, Bellamy was just about to take a seat near Clarke once more before Miller called for him again, standing awkwardly near the door way.
Bellamy came over to him, âWhat is it?â
âUmâyour sister, Octavia sheâWe couldnât stop her from leaving, sheâ â
Bellamy stopped him with a wave of his hand, âItâs okay, I know.â
Clarke snapped her head up, even Miller appeared shockedâbut noticing his friends pained expression, it quickly changed to one of sympathy.
âIâm sorry, man.â
Bellamy exhaled a long breath, âItâs okay, Itâs Octavia. She can take care of herself.â
It sounded more as if he was trying to convince himself than the other. Miller kept his eyes cast down, patting him reassuringly on the back, before turning to leave.
Once the door was shut, Bellamy walked over to where Clarke lounged, dropping to sit by her side, his expression unreadable. They stayed like that for the next couple of minutes, basking in the heat of the dying sun rays, before Clarke broke the silence.
âAre you really okay?â
âAre you?â Came his gruff reply. Then he turned to face her, and the shield he was hiding behind slowly came down, because it was Clarke.
âIâm okay.â He said, then added more firmly. âIâll be okay.â
And they lapsed into a comfortable silence once more. Both Co-leaders taking shelter in each otherâs presence. Clarke rested her head upon his shoulder; and he turned to breath her in.
âI think we should get going.â Bellamy rumbled against her hair, to which she made a non-committal sound.
â⊠Or do you want to stay here and play with my hair some more?â
Clarke hid her smile against the fabric of his shirt, and she nodded.
The next time Lexa wakes she groggily finds Clarke and her mother whispering to each other in the corner of the room in what looks to be a heated conversation. A nurse is standing next to them holding a pale pink basin looking as though she would rather be ANYWHERE other than here. It takes Lexa a couple of long minutes to realize both Griffin women are talking far too quietly to overhear anything that is being said. So she continues to watch them animatedly talk to one another and the nurse awkwardly shifts from foot to foot.
"Clarke, she needs to give her consent. You know this just as well as I do." Abby whispers authoritatively.
"I know... it's just..." Clarke sighs frustratedly rubbing her tired eyes like this is magically going to help the situation.
Before Matt even finished his sandwich Abby gave him a business card with her personal phone number and offered him a janitor job at the hospital. Ensuring that the pay would be at the same level as everyone else at the starting janitor level regardless of age at the start of employment. Explaining that if he decides to work with them, they also have free daycare for any of his siblings if it's needed and family medical assistance for his mother. The boy was almost beside himself while Abby called his mother to relay the job offer, needing her consent since he was underage. Explaining he would only need to work part-time after school and on the weekends so he can focus on his schoolwork.
"Wait until Bev hears about this." A nurse chortles standing to go check on a patient.
"Those kids will be well fed, and that boy will have a medical school scholarship before he even graduates high school... you watch." An x-ray tech cackles in agreement.
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The second Abby walks into the room again, Clarke is on the bed next to Lexa attempting to translate the play by play of the latest Harry Potter movie on the tv⊠and by the confused look on Lexaâs face it seems the endeavor is not all that successfulâŠ. Adorable⊠yet obviously not successful just the same. The heavy door shutting causes both heads to whip around to watch the woman laden with lunch bags and a tote bag over one shoulder full of books. It takes all of two seconds before Lexaâs tan hand is thrust out at Abby to admire.Â
âLook!â Lexa gushes extravagantly like she is wearing a million-dollar diamond on her hand instead of the 50-cent plastic variety. A small smile begins to form at the corner of Clarkeâs mouth as her blue eyes watch the confusion all over her motherâs face. Blinking a few times and glaring suspiciously between the two girls on the bed before she finally turns to finish putting everything down on the counter. Setting down the lunch bags in both hands, situating them just so, before the shoulder bag is placed heavily next to them. Then, and only then, does Abby turn on her heel to investigate.Â
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Clarke was so exhausted it was beyond her how she was still able to stay upright and walk to her apartment. These 72-hour shifts would be the death of her. She was almost positive. They made her question why she wanted to be a doctor in the first place. Her keys are already out as she starts to round the last corner to her townhome. She is practically in her front yard when she comes around the bend and comes face to face with a brunette on a bike. Clarke gasps and dives out of the way in hopes to miss the collision. The woman attempts to slam on her brakes but ends up tumbling over the handlebars. Her deep blue eyes watch in slow motion horror as the woman goes airborne and crashes hard onto the cement.
It feels like an eternity when Lexa starts to resurface again. Subtle beeps start to intermingle within her drug filled haze of a dream. She hates this part, the come back into reality. Being ripped from the blissful fantasy world of her own creation and thrust right into the pain. The soul aching hurt from every inch of her body. The mere fact that she canât move without someone helping her is honestly just as overwhelming. Simply because, for all of her life, Lexa had always been so fiercely independent. It made this entire experience that much more jarring to swallow. It was SO incredibly foreign for Lexa to ever ALLOW anyone to help her at all. Yet now all of a sudden, she doesnât have a choice. It feels off. Like it isnât actually real somehow. Even though logically Lexa knows it is. Each inhale of breath her chest slowly rises and eventually falls back down when she exhales. She can feel the cool blankets around her body keeping her warm against the hospital AC. Hears the beeping sound of her heart monitor and that low hum of the hospital. But the moment Lexa opens her eyes to test what she can see, what she finds is not expected. In fact, Lexa simply freezes when she doesnât find Clarke right in front of her like before. No leaning blonde resting her head on her bed sleeping from the nearby chair. She isnât quite sure what to do with it so she just stares at where Clarke should be for a solid minute. Almost as if she is expecting Clarke to just reappear if she stares at this spot long enough.Â
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