Fuller Summary/Beginning Premise:

Clarke has been in a dating slump, or so her best friend Wells claims. He plans to remedy this situation by signing her up for the new dating app: A Date with Destiny.
More than anything, Octavia wants her big brother to finally have a solid, healthy relationship (not to mention, get off her back a little) and this new app seems like the perfect solution.
But what happens when the app sets up Clarke and Bellamy on "A Date with Destiny"?

Author's Notes:

A special shoutout to my friend, TheAmazonian, who agreed to read this over for me and help me with decisions.

Just a head's up, I still have a bit to plan out for the full length of this fic, so it may be a while before I update again; I only have up to Chapter Two planned as of yet.

Also, for this fic I will take suggestions for something you would like to see in the story; if I can figure out how and where it will fit, I'll try to work it in. No guarantees, but I'll try.

And finally, Happy Reading!

Chapter One – The Set Up

Clarke sat in the living room of her best friend's apartment. She had been friends with Wells since before she could properly form sentences, one of the perks of their parents being well-known members of a small upper-class society.

"How exactly did we end up watching Lord of the Rings, again?" Clarke asked Wells as she glanced up to see the battle of Helms Deep well underway.

"You said you didn't care what we watched and it was already in the DVD player," Wells explained exasperatedly.

"Yeah, because we never took it out last weekend."

"Are you saying Lord of the Rings isn't good enough for you?" Wells voice had now taken on an accusatory tone.

"Of course not!" Clarke voiced her defense. "Lord of the Rings is always a good choice, but we could have at least moved on to Return of the King."

"Like I said, I was feeling lazy and Two Towers was already set to play."

Clarke rolled her eyes and laughed a little, "Shows how much motivation we have after work."

"A truer statement has never been spoken," Wells replied sharing in her laugh. "A day may come when I have the energy to change the DVD, but today is not that day."

"Why am I friends with such a nerd?" she asked him.

"You got stuck with me at birth and were never able to shake me."

"And boy did I try," she joked.

They had been through a lot together, up to and including the death of a parent. When Wells was but ten years old, he lost his mother. Wells' father, a prominent judge in Arkadia, had convicted a woman and sentenced her to ten years in prison; the husband of this woman was outraged by the verdict. He shot Wells' mother while she was gardening outside their home. He told the police that if he had to live without his wife, then Judge Jaha should too. Wells had been at Clarke's house when it happened, she refused to leave his side until a week after the funeral.

Unfortunately, Wells got to return the favor when seven years later Clarke's father was killed by a drunk driver while riding his motorcycle. When he first brought it home, Clarke's mother, Abby, had scolded her husband for buying such an irresponsible vehicle that was going to get him killed one day. He had laughed her off, teasingly telling his wife she needed to "learn to live a little." In a cruel twist of fate, "a little" was all he had; the accident happened merely eight months later.

Fast-forward twenty-five years and the two friends were still just as close, choosing to live in the same city after Clarke had gotten her nursing degree and Wells his law degree; they now resided in the city of TonDC, a three-hour drive from their hometown of Arkadia.

On nights like these, after completing long hours at the free clinic and law firm respectively, the two would catch a late dinner and enjoy each other's company. Having finished dinner, they were now sitting on opposite ends of the couch, both with their computers in their laps and a movie running in the background.

Looking down at her computer screen, she noticed an ad on the sidebar, one that she had seen repeatedly throughout the past month. "Why does Facebook constantly give me ads for this new dating app?" she complained.

Wells let out a hearty laugh. "Because even Facebook knows you're in a dating slump."

"I am not in a dating slump!" Clarke cried defensively as she threw a pillow at her friend who was sitting across from her on the couch. "But, seriously, this one even has a video! You have got to be kidding me!"

"Play it!" Wells insisted, scooting closer.

Clarke rolled her eyes, but hit play, setting her laptop on the coffee table so that they could both see. The screen lit up with a video featuring a white background and pink scrolling words. A soothing feminine voice spoke, voicing over a cheesy video of couples on dates and even at a wedding ceremony, "Do you believe in fate? Do you believe that there is someone out there for everyone? Here at A Date with Destiny we believe that everyone has a soul mate, but maybe some of us may need a little help finding that person. That's where we come in! Through the latest technology available and a little hands-on overview by our experts, we will help you find your soul mate. We will set you up on your date with destiny!"

The video ended with a link and a message to "sign up today" bordered on either side by a Greek or Roman statue, probably one that was supposed to be the god, Destiny. Clarke shook her head, "That literally makes no sense." Her tone became mocking, "We believe that there is one person out there for you, but we will set you up on thirty dates until you figure out which one it is."

"Now, don't get mad, but I'm just saying, sign up and go on a few dates; you may not meet the one like it says you will, but at least you'll have spent time with someone other than a patient or myself."

"Are you saying you're sick of me?" Clarke teased.

"Yes, Clarke," Wells said, keeping a perfectly straight face. "That is exactly what I'm saying." Clarke just gave him a deadpan look. "Okay," he relented. "But you seriously should go out sometime. I literally cannot remember the last time you dated someone." He barked a laugh. "I can't even remember the last time you went out on a singular date."

"Hey," Clarke defended. "I dated that Nylah girl not too long ago."

"That was at least three months ago, and it was only like three dates, or well hook-ups."

Clarke started counting back the weeks since she had last seen Nylah and realized the truth of what Wells said. "I get asked out a lot at work," she tried.

"And how many times have you said yes?" he countered.

"Umm…it's not appropriate to date patients or coworkers…?" She was at a loss. Dating was just not a priority in her life right now. She had settled into life in TonDC not even a full year ago and felt like she was only just finding a good rhythm at the clinic. She had even found a local art studio where she taught a few night classes in exchange for some free studio time for herself. Life was going well, she had things in order; she just didn't see romance as a necessity in her book right now. It may or may not have had something to do with her past failed relationships, like when she thought she was headed to a good place with a girl named Lexa, who ended up telling her that "love is weakness" and dumping her. Or when she thought she made a real connection with a guy after a few dates, only to have his girlfriend call her up from his phone. In the latter case, she had helped Raven, the girlfriend, set up Finn and just sat back to watch as Raven tore him apart in the restaurant.

She did have to admit, it would be nice to have that special someone in her life, but there was no way A) that she would admit to Wells that she was indeed in a dating slump, or B) that a stupid dating app could help her get out of it. The voice in her head let out a sardonic scoff at the image that arose in her mind: her high school crush. Seven years later and that mop of dark curly hair and smattering of freckles were where her mind went when she thought of having "that special someone" in her life? Jeez, all they had ever done was bicker and that's what her mind came up with for a good relationship? She really needed to get her priorities straight.

Wells nodded his head in acknowledgement of her no dating at work excuse, but his face showed that he remained unconvinced. Clarke's phone went off; it was her alarm saying that she should probably be heading home to sleep before her early shift tomorrow. She gathered her things, gave Wells a hug good-bye and as she was closing the door reminded him, "I am not in a dating slump."

Wells shook his head at the closed door. He loved Clarke; she was his sister and she deserved to be happy. She was always more worried about other peoples' happiness and well-being more than her own; and because she was also the most stubborn and driven person he had ever met, her own needs and happiness often went overlooked. An idea struck him. Acting upon it before he could overthink or regret it, he walked over to his computer and typed "A Date with Destiny app" into the search bar. He clicked the link, and began setting up an account. "She'll thank me one day," he reassured himself. "If she doesn't kill me first."

Bellamy stood in his kitchen cooking dinner for himself and his sister. They had both moved to TonDC following Octavia's graduation from university two years ago. With her new business and marketing BA and a huge loan from the bank, she had opened her own coffee shop named Grounders; Bellamy was not about to let his sister move three hours away without him and managed to get a position teaching for the Classics department at a local college in the same city. Despite having to put up with her constantly pushing the limits of his sanity twenty-three of his twenty-seven years of life, he couldn't have loved her anymore.

From the moment she was born, Octavia had been his responsibility, especially since their mom, Aurora, was always working long hours as a maid at the town's high-end five-star hotel. She did her best to support their small family of three after Bellamy and Octavia's deadbeat father left before Octavia's first birthday, but in the end neither child could have asked for a happier childhood. During Bellamy's senior year, Octavia's sophomore, Aurora had died of a heart attack; Bellamy had overheard the doctors say that had someone found her sooner, she would have lived. He still blamed himself for staying late at soccer practice that day. He knew Octavia was going over to a friend's house after fencing practice, but he figured his mom could use a little time with the house to herself, and so he had stayed to help the team's new goalie practice penalty kicks; of all the things in his life, he regretted saying yes to the kid more than anything.

Having turned eighteen the summer before—he started school a year late due to his good-for-nothing father not filling out paperwork on time—he was able to get custody of his sister, but just barely. Relying on his mother's life insurance, a part-time job, and a couple loans from the generous owner of the hotel at which his mother had worked, Bellamy had been able to finish high school and attend community college while taking care of his sister.

When Grounders started to become a more stable establishment, Octavia decided she needed to get her own place—a decision Bellamy had not been happy with. However, the two had made a pact to set aside time every Saturday to have dinner together, no excuses, be there or be prepared to get a two-hour lecture, minimum. There was a definite pattern of who was on the giving and receiving end of that lecture.

Octavia looked at her brother from her spot at the breakfast bar, watching him cook his famous homemade pizza. "It's different this time, Bell, I promise."

"Did I or did I not hear that the last time you and Atom got back together. I told you from the beginning that guy is bad news. You should have let me string him up from the oak tree the first time I caught you together." Bellamy hated his little sister's boyfriend. Though the "ex" in front of boyfriend was there just as frequently as it wasn't. To be honest, he didn't think there was a man alive who was worthy of Octavia, and most definitely not Atom.

"No. It's not Atom!" she scoffed. "God, no. It's a new guy. His name is Lincoln and he's smart, and nice, and mature."

Bellamy shook his head, "He's not good enough for you, O."

"You haven't even met him!" she screeched. Bickering between the two of them was a common occurrence and both knew that everything would be fine by the end of the night.

"I don't need to," he returned. "You deserve, the sun, the moon, and the stars. Until a guy can give you all that, he's not worth your time."

Octavia groaned in annoyance; this was far from the first time they had had this argument. "If you ever had an actual girlfriend, you would understand."

"I have had an actual girlfriend," Bellamy defended.

"Oh, yeah? When?" Octavia questioned with a stern raised eyebrow.

"Gina. I dated her for a long time."

"Oh, yes," Octavia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Two whole months with the same girl. It was such a serious relationship."

Bellamy huffed and spread the dough into the pan, before adding the sauce and cheese. "Hey, she was really special to me," he tried to insist, not fully believing what he was saying himself. Octavia may have been right, but there was no way he was going to admit that to her. He had always just thought that if he found the right girl, he wouldn't get bored; when the right girl came along he would just know and he wouldn't want to be with anyone else. But the closest thing he had ever come to having a steady relationship was with a snarky little blonde he loved to rile up back in high school. No, it hadn't been a romantic relationship, at least he hadn't acted on his crush (though he would never admit that word aloud to anyone then or now), it had just been someone who was a continuous presence for him during his high school days, someone who always happened to be just around the corner and who loved getting under his skin, just as much as he loved getting under hers. He shook himself out of his thoughts and began adding the toppings to the pizza before throwing it into the oven.

"Please, big brother, just give him a chance," Octavia pleaded with him. "I promise you he is different from everyone I've dated in the past. He challenges me, but in a good way. He doesn't take my shit. And he's super protective. And oh my god, he reminds me of you." She looked slightly horrified by her own realization.

Bellamy laughed, "I guess if he can keep you in line at least a little—god knows I struggle with it sometimes—I'll give him a chance to prove he's worthy. But just one!"

"You won't regret it! And then we'll find you a girlfriend. One who you won't get bored of," she knew him too well, "and then we can both be happy."

"Octavia, you know I hate it when you try to set me up with one of your friends."

"I know, I know. They don't keep your interest. Plus, you know I hate it when you just sleep with my friends and don't call them."

"I make it perfectly clear that it's a one-time thing."

Octavia groaned ignoring his comment, "You can't deny that you would like to have 'that special someone' in your life long-term."

"Yeah, sure," Bellamy said dismissively, "assuming it's actually possible to find that person."

"It is, Bell; she's out there. Don't worry."

Octavia was back at her apartment after her weekly dinner with her brother. As she browsed through Facebook, an ad popped up in the sidebar. She rolled her eyes, she's already had her "date with destiny" and she was very happy with the last few weeks she'd had with Lincoln. Then she had an idea; she may have had her date with destiny, but her brother could still use one. She followed the link and began setting up a profile.