Clarke and Bellamy made their way through the deserted airport terminal towards the baggage claim. Clarke observed with no small amount of amusement the airports choice of décor. "You know," Clarke began, "I'll never understand why airports try to make it look like you're outside." She looked at stuffed monkey perched on one of the many trees surrounding the gates and giggled. "Especially when you really just aren't outside." Clarke peeked up at Bellamy and smiled to herself as a grin appeared on his face. While they had already apologized to each other, Bellamy had been uncharacteristically quite for the rest of the fight. Clarke assumed that it had to do with her refusal to play fiancé to Bellamy. His dad's news had hit him hard, but now on top of that, he was going to have to explain to his parents that her and Bellamy were not engaged. Normally, Clarke would have no sympathy for his brash thinking; he dug that hole himself, he needs to figure a way out. But looking up at Bellamy's now grim face, she could sympathize with his situation. His dad was dying, for crying out loud! Still, Clarke knew she would never have been able to pull off what Bellamy asked of her. "Bellamy?" Clarke tentatively asked. Bellamy glanced down at her, eyes prompting her to continue. "I'm sorry. I want to help you out, I really do. It's just," Clarke paused unsure how to explain herself. "I don't feel like it's right. Like something will go really wrong. I could never pull a charade like that off; I'm no actress! Not to mention it isn't true, and what happens afterward? How would we explain why we would break up?" She sighed for a moment before continuing. "I really want to help you Bell, but I just can't do this."

Bellamy reach for Clarke's arm and guided her to their flight's baggage carousel. "It's fine, Clarke. I shouldn't have asked you to play fiancé to me in the first place. It was just hopeless wishing that I could do something that would make my dad happy, you know?" Bellamy breathed out heavily. "I promise, when we meet my parents, I'll sort everything out. My dad will understand."

Clarke nodded tentatively, still worried over disappointing Max. But if anything, Bellamy was a man of his word. He would sort everything out, she knew. At least it was only his parents, she thought wryly. She could only imagine the frenzy her family would be in if they thought Clarke was engaged. Wick would freak! Clarke began to laugh at the thought.

Bellamy eyed Clarke suspiciously. "What?" Clarke only laughed harder. Bellamy smiled at the sound, but he was still curious at the cause of her laughter. "What is so funny?"

"Can you…imagine…if we had to explain this…to both of our…families? Clarke managed to gasp out.

Bellamy rubbed the back of his head as he too began to chuckle. "Wick would kill me."

"Forget about you! What would Raven do to me?" Shaking her head, Clarke didn't see one of the fake ferns surrounding one of the trees and tripped. Instinctively, Bellamy reached forward and wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling. Looking up at him mirthfully, she slapped his chest playfully. "Thanks, Casanova."

Bellamy dropped his arm and rolled his eyes good naturedly the jib. "I could have just let the princess fall, you know."

Clarke grinned as they rounded the corner of the carousel. "I know."

Neither Bellamy nor Clarke could have predicted the sight that met them.

"Surprise!"

Bellamy dropped his carry-on duffel and Clarke stared open mouthed at the horde standing before them. Their families stood around the carousel, smiling and clapping. Clarke whirled in disbelief to Bellamy, only to find him staring slack-jawed at the ensemble. Clarke turned back to her family, just to be bombarded with hugs and offers of congratulations.

Bellamy finally snapped out of his daze and turned to his mom. "Mom," he whispered harshly, "what did I tell you?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Abby hug Clarke, exclaiming her joy.

Aurora shrugged indifferently. "Don't look at me, honey. I didn't breathe a word." She glanced sideways at her husband, who was smiling unapologetically. "Your father on the other hand…"

Bellamy opened his mouth, but Max raised his hand, silencing Bellamy. "Come on Bell," he said, gesturing between him and Clarke, "did you really think I was going to keep this a secret? My boy is getting married! And to one of the finest women I know. Why would I keep that a secret?"

Bellamy saw Clarke pale when she heard Max's speech to Bellamy. She turned to Bellamy, her eyes pleading with him to do something. Bellamy stared back helplessly. How could he correct this now, with his dad so happy? And Abby too, if her claim that this is the "best wedding gift you could ever give me" had any truth to it. Bellamy walked over to stand next to Clarke, hearing Kane laugh, "No wonder you wouldn't tell us anything about your 'mystery man.'"

Bellamy smiled at that. Clarke's lack of details about her and Finn was working in their favor. At least no one had any cause to suspect infidelity. Judging from the stiffening of Clarke's back, he suspected she was more than annoyed with their current situation.

"Clarke?" Abby's voice cut through his thoughts. "Where is your ring? Don't you have one?"

Clarke whirled on her heal, and linked her arm through his and began walking away from the crowd. "Bellamy, I need to talk to you," her voice deceptively sweet. "Right now."

Bellamy looked down at her and groaned at the storm he saw brewing in her eyes. "Ah, okay." He turned back to his family and saw them chatting unconcerned amongst themselves. Bellamy faced forward, and started to see where Clarke was leading him. "Um, Clarke, this is the…" He stopped in his tracks at the sight of a flight attendant leaving the bathroom. He smiled anxiously as she passed with no more than a raised eyebrow. Clarke shoved him into one of the stalls and shut the door behind her. Bellamy observed the stall, then turned to Clarke, smirking. "Well, I haven't been in a girl's bathroom since high school. But I was a bit distracted then, so I didn't get to observe it as well as I can now." His smirk grew. "They're very nice."

Clarke scoffed, disgusted. "Don't be crass. I didn't bring you in here so you could comment on the décor. We're in here because your crazy idea gave us no other option for privacy. How are we supposed to tell our families we're not engaged now, huh? My mom just asked me where my engagement ring is!"

"What do you want me to do?" Bellamy ran his hands through his hair, his amusement gone. "I told them not to say anything!"

"I don't know!" Clarke hissed. "But this is all on you, Bell. You should have kept your mouth shut."

Bellamy fell silent at her accusations. It was all on him, he knew. He knew it wasn't right of him to tell his dad Clarke was his fiancé without her consent. He wasn't even sure why he picked Clarke to be his "fiancé." He was pretty sure Harper, or maybe Monroe would have gone with the charade. He was friends with them long before Clarke was, after all. But Clarke was the most logical option. His family already loved her, and he got along great with hers. Everyone could naturally assume they had fallen in love. He just hadn't expected the reactions he had gotten from his family. Especially his dad's. "Clarke," Bellamy said, taking a deep breath. "My dad is so happy. I haven't seen him this happy since the day he married my mom."

Clarke stared back at him. "You still want me to play fiancé for you." She said blankly.

Bellamy nodded. "If not to save our asses from our families, do it for my father. He was so happy just knowing we were engaged. Think of how happy he will be seeing us together? Please, Clarke. For my dad."

Bellamy knew he wasn't being fair, pulling her sympathy card, but he couldn't help it. But this was his dad's last wish. How could he not try to grant it?

Clarke sighed, her resolve crumbling. Refusing to make Max happy was bad enough, how is she supposed to say no now, especially with her family already thinking she's engaged? "But what happens later on, Bellamy?" Clarke questioned, deciding to be blunt. "What happens if Max doesn't die, and they expect us to get married? How long are we going to keep up this charade?"

Bellamy paused. He hadn't thought of how long they would have to play this game. But if Bellamy was honest with himself, he already knew the answer. "As long as it takes. It'll get easier when we go back to San Diego next week, when we won't have our family breathing down our backs. We'll take it one day at a time."

Clarke walked over to the stall door and opened it. Bellamy held his breath, afraid she might refuse again. Clarke looked over her shoulder at Bellamy. "Come on, then. Let's show our family how in love we are."

Bellamy breathed out a sigh of relief. He reached down and took her hand in his. "Thank you." He whispered.

Clarke smiled tightly in return. "Don't thank me yet. First let's see if we can sell this charade."