"You owe me."

Bellamy's face broke out into a grin as he turned to see his sister, Octavia, entering the doors to the ballroom. After getting off the phone with her, he had been counting down the minutes until she arrived. Glancing at the big black canvas bag slung over her shoulder, he felt a flicker of relief. Bellamy knew he could count on his sister for almost anything, but this decision hadn't entirely in her control.

"How did you convince them to let you-" he started to ask, when a man appeared behind Octavia, lugging his own arsenal of bags.

Octavia noticed the man's arrival and spun around. "Lincoln, this is my brother Bellamy. Bellamy, this is Lincoln, the senior producer of Grounders' Broadcasting." Throwing a bright smile at Lincoln, she looked back to her brother. "He's who you have to thank."

Bellamy raised his eyebrows at the tall, dark-skinned man. If Lincoln was the senior producer, that meant he was Octavia's boss at the news station where she did field reporting. This was the first time he'd even heard the man's name mentioned, though, and from the way Octavia's eyes were casting nervously about, Bellamy doubted the omission had been entirely by coincidence.

In fact, Lincoln looked a tad nervous himself and Bellamy had to hold in a laugh. He wasn't going to let this go easily.

Then Clarke appeared out of thin air, unknowingly saving his sister from an extremely awkward encounter. "Did I hear that right? I have you to thank for all of this?" she asked Octavia and Lincoln. The two nodded, staying silent. Like everything that day, though, she took it in stride and reached out a hand to Octavia. "Clarke Griffin. I'm so grateful that you're doing this." She shook Lincoln's hand next. "I have to admit, when Bellamy first mentioned the idea, I wasn't sure how it could be pulled off so quickly. But then he said 'trust me,' and well…" At this Clarke rolled her eyes. "How could I not trust someone who had just saved my life?"

Lincoln's eyes widened at what Clarke had just said and in a split second wrapped his hands around Octavia's shoulders, effectively preventing her from launching herself at Bellamy. "What?" Octavia hissed, narrowing her eyes at her brother and trying to wriggle free from Lincoln's grip. "You said it was just a false alarm, that nothing had happened!"

Bellamy groaned and shot a look of annoyance at Clarke. Not looking the least bit sorry, though, Clarke grinned in amusement. "Hey, Lincoln was it? How about I show you where we can set the equipment up and we can let the Blake siblings hash this out themselves."

Hesitating, Lincoln leaned over and whispered something into Octavia's ear. Whatever he had said, Octavia relaxed from her fighting stance and Lincoln finally let go, dismissing Clarke's offers to carry some of his bags and eventually relenting to let her carry the smallest one.

As they walked away, Bellamy watched the exchange with a smile. Clarke was really something else.

"So… Clarke Griffin?" Octavia's voice was mocking.

Bellamy tried not to react, but Octavia must have seen something on his face because she suddenly shouted, "Oh my gosh! You like her!"

Glancing around to make sure no one had overheard, Bellamy leaned in towards his sister. "Octavia keep your voice down." As an after thought he remembered to add, "And that's ridiculous."

Thankfully Octavia returned her voice returned to normal levels, saying,"What's ridiculous is this puppy dog look you get when you look at her. Geez, you fall fast. It's been what, a whole day?"

Choosing the route of denial, Bellamy turned the conversation around. "Right, and when were you going to tell me about you and Mr. I'm twice your age?" It was slightly an exaggeration, but Bellamy was a little miffed that it seemed his sister had been keeping secrets from him.

Octavia huffed. "Eventually... and that's off topic mister. No wonder you saved her life, you're in love with her." She said that last part in a sing-songy voice before her face twisted into anger. "Oh… and 'saved her life'? What the heck Bellamy? What happened?"

"It's just part of my job," Bellamy replied.

"Yeah, but I'm your sister!" Octavia said, outraged. "Besides, how did they keep it out of the press? I work for a new station after all, and we there hasn't been anything about this today."

Bellamy just shrugged. "I think they're trying to keep it under wraps right now."

He could see the gears turning in his sister's head as her eyes widened. "Do you think I could get an exclusive?"

Although he was surprised at how quickly she had moved on from the shooting and Bellamy's almost-death, he was just glad Octavia had moved onto an easier topic. "I'll see what I can do."

Octavia started heading to where Lincoln was, giving him a rough punch to the shoulder as she passed. "Thanks, bro."

Before she got too far, though, Bellamy called out to her. "Hey, Octavia!"

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Yeah?"

He pointed to Lincoln and mouthed. "We're going to talk about this later."

Her only was response was a pointed look at Clarke as she stuck her tongue out at him.

Bellamy sighed and then walked over to where Clarke was standing at the podium, going over her notes.

She looked up when he came over, and for a moment, her face was still scrunched up in concentration from practicing her speech. It was cute.

Then seeing who it was, her face relaxed and lit up in excitement. The next thing he knew, Clarke had surprised him with a hug. When she pulled back, she looked surprised herself at what she had just done, but quickly smiled. "Sorry, I'm just really excited and nervous. I mean, we were getting some press before, but now? This is going to be so great for the foundation. You have no idea…" She paused her rambling and breathed out.

Bellamy shook his head and jabbed a thumb in his sister's direction, uncomfortable at the undeserved praise. "It's all Octavia's doing."

"No," Clarke insisted, not letting him off the hook that easy, and Octavia came over just in time to hear her let out an emotion-filled, "Thank you, Bellamy."

Even as Octavia was doing a sound check, she managed to do a not-so-subtle nod towards Clarke, who had gone back to her notes. Bellamy didn't even have time to mouth the word "don't" however, before his sister did something incredibly stupid. "Hey Clarke, do you want to come to our weekly dinner? Bellamy wanted to get to know Lincoln better and it would be sort of awkward with just the three of us."

Silently, Bellamy sucked in a breath, barely having a second to register what Octavia had just done while simultaneously waiting for Clarke to turn down the offer. Instead, she looked slightly amused at Octavia's forwardness and glanced over at Bellamy. "As long it's okay with your brother."

Momentarily distracted by the fact that she hadn't given an outright no, Bellamy didn't realize that they were waiting for him to speak. "Oh, uh, no. I wouldn't… I don't..." he stuttered, before finally gaining control of his voice. "I mean, if you don't mind having to see more two more times." At her confused look he said, "Drinks with Raven and Wick, and then this." Realization dawned on her and he smiled. "So, I mean, if you don't mind, that sounds great."

"Great," Clarke echoed back, eyes bright. "It's a date."

That time Bellamy had no problem responding, giving a cheeky grin. "Whatever you say, Princess."

It's finally finished! Thanks to everyone who read this all the way back in 2015 when I first started, and to those who are just now reading this for the first time.

Let me know what you think! I always appreciate feedback and geeking out over The 100 with other fellow Bellarke fans. (And even if you're not Bellarke fans, that's okay too. I still love you).

Edit: Just to clarify, this is the last planned chapter for "That's All I Ask Princess." It was intended as a one-shot and grew into something six times as large. Still, this was always going to be a story that took place over the course of a day. Nothing more. Sorry to disappoint any of you hoping for something else.

I MAY be persuaded to write something else in this universe in the future... but I can't guarantee anything.