Again, this is not checked by anyone, so I apologize for any typos or spelling mistakes.

"Clarke, I swear if you don't stop bouncing I'm going to sit on you."

Clarke glared at Bellamy. "I haven't seen my brother in over a year, I'll bounce if I want to thank you very much." Bellamy rolled his eyes and looked from his spot where he leaned against the Dropship bar, out at the dancefloor where his sister and Atom were currently grinding. At his snort of disgust, Clarke averted her gaze from the door where she anxiously awaited Lincoln's arrival and followed Bellamy's eyesight. Atom, those frosted tips boy. Check yourself before you wreck yourself.

"Agreed." She promptly turned back to watching the door. Her black cocktail dress was a bit tight, and her nervousness at seeing her brother was making her sweat slightly. He was supposed to meet them at her apartment, but his work at the base got prolonged and he called to say he would just meet her at the bar.

"Do you want something to drink, Princess?" Bellamy's voice sounded deep in her ear. Clarke could feel his breath on her neck and she involuntarily shivered. She nodded her head yes, not trusting herself to speak lest the words "You, me, bar bathroom in 10 minutes" spill out of her mouth. He's just really hot, ok? The dark curly hair, the deep voice, the very toned arm muscles…

"What do you want?" He was still leaning in, trying to be heard over the thumping club music. "Double whiskey. Neat." Clarke bit out, breathing a small sigh of relief when he left. She swiveled slightly in her bar stool, watching him. Dax was bartending tonight, which was both good and bad, as it meant Murphy wasn't working, but Dax also gave her the creeps. He always seemed to be watching her, and not in a friendly way. Bellamy saw her watching and shot her a quick grin, one she easily supplied before swiveling back around in her chair and coming face to face with a bald, beefy man, cheekily smiling at her.

"Lincoln!" Clarke jumped off her stool and straight into her brother's arms. "How are you little sis?" Lincoln squeezed her tight as she buried her face in his neck. Clarke pulled back slightly to give him a thorough once over. "Were you hurt? Any scars?" She ran her hands over his arms and back, checking to make sure he came back in the same condition she left him in.

"I'm fine Flyer." Lincoln laughed and hugged her again. An awkward cough sounded behind them, making Clarke turn. Bellamy stood, drinks in hand, and an amused smile on his face. He looks even better when he smiles. "Oh! Lincoln this my roommate Octavia's brother Bellamy Blake." Lincoln did not miss the way Bellamy put his hand on Clarke's back as he leaned forward to shake his hand. Bellamy grasped his hand firmly. "I'm Bellamy, nice to meet you man, Clarke has told me so much about you."

"Lincoln." Noticing her brother was narrowing his eyes at Bellamy, something he did when he was leaning towards an unfavorable first impression, Clarke jumped in. "Linc, Bellamy just got out of the Navy. He guards the Governor now." Respect for a fellow serviceman took the place of subtle displeasure, and Clarke breathed a silent sigh of relief, unsure of why it mattered to her what Lincoln thought of Bellamy. Because he's my friend and they're bound to meet again.

"Octavia!" Clarke caught her friend's eye from where she was dancing and waved her over. Sweating slightly and out of breath, Octavia came to join the trio, a disheveled Atom being led through the crowd by her hand.

"What's up, love?" The brunette asked, oblivious to their newest company. "O, this is my brother Lincoln!" Clarke said excitedly, pushing Lincoln closer. Facing the man now, Octavia's green eyes went wide as she took him in, slowly letting Atom's hand drop behind her.

"Uh-H-Hi." Octavia stuttered and blushed. Bellamy, seeing her reaction, frowned, not noticing that Lincoln was looking at her in the exact same way. Seeing the weird look Clarke was giving her, she coughed and straightened up, extending her hand and speaking much more smoothly this time.

"Octavia Blake, best friend, party extraordinaire, and professional linguist."

Lincoln smiled at her. "Lincoln Wood, Marine, brother, and quo linguas?"

Octavia's eyes lit up. "Loqueris?" Lincoln grinned. "Etiam." Clarke rolled her eyes, facing Bellamy. "I forgot Lincoln took Latin all through high school." It was at this point that Atom decided to make himself known in the absence of an introduction by his girlfriend. "Hey dude, I'm Atom. Octavia's boyfriend." Lincoln took the guy's half unbuttoned shirt, sticking up hair, and skinny jeans with a note of satisfaction, like he was suddenly very confident.

Lincoln shook his hand slowly, keeping his eyes on Octavia. The notes of "Kiss Me Thru The Phone" came blaring over the club speakers, prompting Clarke and Octavia to scream "throwback" an race onto the crowded black dancefloor, leaving the men alone. Atom wandered off shortly after, sensing his presence was not entirely wanted. Bellamy turned around to the bar and ordered himself a rum and coke, appraising the tattooed man next to him out of the corner of his eye.

Lincoln had a calm face, one that deeply contrasted the bulky build of his body. As the red and blue strobe lights cast shadows on the other man's face, Bellamy decided he owed it to Clarke to make an effort.

"So Marines?"

Slightly surprised at being addressed, Lincoln nodded his head in affirmation. "Yeah. Just finished my second tour."

"Clarke said you were in Afghanistan?"

Another nod. "And you?"

"Navy."

"Active duty?"

"Yeah, Afghanistan too. The northern part."

"Ah. I was in the southern part."

"Will you go back for another tour?" The bald headed man looked out on the dance floor before answering.

"Yes." He replied finally. "I will. I actually found out today that I leave in 5 months, which is short but I said I wanted to get my last tour over with so.." He trailed off, unsure of what to say. "I just wanted to be home long enough to check on Clarke."

Bellamy nodded in understanding, looking out at the dancefloor too. "Well for what it's worth I think Clarke is doing great. She has a good job that she is talented at, some great friends like my sister, and she seems happy." Lincoln stared at him. "Yeah, Clarke is great." Turning back to watch the girls dance he added "Octavia seems great too." It was Bellamy's turn to stare at him. "Yeah, she is." Both men looked at each other, arms folded, and eyes narrowed a bit. "They're both great." Lincoln finished awkwardly.

Bellamy sighed with relief as the girls left the dancefloor when the song ended, coming back to rescue him.

Clarke bounced over to them, Octavia in tow, all blonde waves and exhilarated smiles.

"Guys, come on, let's dance." Clarke pleaded with the guys, nodding her enthusiastically.

Lincoln smiled at his sister, while shaking his head no. "Sorry Flyer, you know I don't dance. Ever." Clarke ignored his excuse, turning to Bellamy. "Bell?" Clearly wanting to avoid any more small talk awkwardness, he agreed, downing his rum and coke and placing the empty glass on the bar. He shooed Clarke and O towards the dance floor, indicating he was right behind them, when a suddenly nervous O didn't move.

Octavia turned to face Clarke, while looking at Lincoln out of the corner of her eye. "Um Clarke, y'all go ahead, I'm going to stay here at the bar." Seeing Clarke's confused expression she hurried on. "You know to keep Lincoln company. It would be rude to leave him here all alone." Clarke smiled at her like that was the nicest thing she'd ever heard, but Bellamy was not convinced. "Where's Atom?" he asked, looking around like he genuinely cared about the dipshit's whereabouts.

Octavia blushed. "Oh, he had to…go home and sleep." Clarke accepted her explanation and headed towards the dance floor, her small hand grabbing the front of Bellamy's black tshirt and dragging him with her without looking behind her. Bellamy wanted to stay and keep an eye on his sister, (Clarke's brother or not, Lincoln was still a guy) but Clarke's insistent tug on his shirt propelled him into the crowd.

Clarke stopped once they reached the middle, wasting no time in raising her arms above her head and swirling her hips. Her red dress clung to her curves while the roving dance lights turned her hair different colors. She looked up from the ground to see Bellamy watching her intensely, barely swaying his body to the music, but completely focused on her actions. She closed her eyes again, swinging low to the ground before moving slowly back up.

Clarke gasped, feeling something firmly grip her ass. Oh fuck no. Grabbing it and whirling around, she came face to face with some lecherous drunken idiot whose hand she held clenched in her own. She could vaguely hear behind her Bellamy growling and making a movement towards her, but she ignored him. "If you ever, touch my ass again, I'll cut it off and feed it to you." She practically threw the hand she held at the slobbering guy before kicking him away. Ain't nobody touching these goods without my say so. Dick. Bellamy was fuming next to her.

"I should go beat the punk's ass." Apparently agreeing with himself, he made movements toward following the guy before Clarke put her hand on his chest to calm him. "Bell, forget it. He won't do it again, and if he does I'll kick his ass." She mimed doing a karate chop, alluding to how buzzed she really was. Her blonde hair was falling out of the loose braid she had put it in, making her look more wild than she was. Still glaring at the guy's retreating form, Bellamy moved to stand behind Clarke and grabbed her hips to pull her closer to him.

"Bellamy. What are you doing?" Clarke could feel the heat from his fingers burn through her dress. "Making sure another creep doesn't assault you." He kept space between them, not grinding on her or touching her, but keeping her firmly in front of him. I can't tell if this is sweet or a move? But if it was a move it was smooth as fuck? Ok I'm good with it. She started dancing again, all circular hip motions and dropping to the floor, which may have resulted in her bumping into Bellamy's front each time she came back up. From the sound of his strangled groan behind her he definitely noticed.

After the fifth time it happened, he grabbed her hips to control her motions more, allowing them to sway together in sync. However, the slow rap song with a chill beat turned into a popping tune that had people getting down. Fuck it. Clarke dropped the pretenses and began pushing back into him. Bellamy made a noise and pulled her flush against him, grinding her ass fully against his front. What the hell am I doing?

When the song ended, Clarke turned to face him, flushed and slightly embarrassed. Bellamy had a smirk on his face, taking her hand and leading them off the dance floor over to where Octavia and Lincoln were engrossed in conversation. The pair didn't see them approach prompting Bellamy to practically wave his hand in between them to get their attention.

"O? It's 1 am, do you wanna call it quits?" Clarke was already grabbing her purse that she had left with Lincoln. "Clarke Griffin calling it quits at 1 am? What has the world come to?" Octavia teased. Clarke hit her lightly in the shoulder. "I have work in the morning dude." Lincoln smiled at his sister. "I should probably get going too." Octavia looked disappointed but duly grabbed her phone and keys too.

At her stumble off of the bar stool Bellamy quickly grabbed the keys. "Uh huh, I'll drive us back." The group said goodbye to Lincoln and piled into O's suburban and headed home. Bellamy gave Clarke a cheeky "See you tomorrow at work Princess, before crashing on their couch, to which Clarke rolled her eyes and went to her own room.

"Nope, Wells. 5th grade." Clarke quickly caught the popcorn Bellamy threw at her in her mouth. They were sitting on opposite sides of the hallway outside the governor's room, waiting for him to wake up from his nap so Clarke could check his vitals.

"Seriously? Wells was your first kiss? And you were still friends after? It wasn't totally awkward?" Bellamy stared at her incredulously.

Clarke chuckled. "Ok it wasn't smooth sailing after, especially since Wells decided he loved me after that, but we got over it. It only happened because stupid Myles Davis "zapped" me and I forgot and looked at it so I had to kiss Wells."

"What the hell is a zap?"

"Zap?! Don't tell me you never did a zap in elementary school." It was now Clarke's turn to look at him incredulously. At his shaking head she laughed in disbelief. "How old are you, you grandpa!"

"I'm 3 years older than you!"

"Yeah 3 times 100." Clarke muttered. Bellamy threw more popcorn at her face. "A zap, Pops, is when somebody would write on the top of your hand the word 'Zap!' and a time, (and if they were real they would draw a cool zigzag around it or some lightning), and on your palm they would write some dare. And if you opened your hand and read the dare before the time on the top of your hand you had to do the dare."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." You're the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

"Oh please, you're just jealous. While a rudimentary form of entertainment, it taught children to delay gratification, a skill necessary for success." Bellamy tilted his head back and let out a loud laugh, making Clarke grin in satisfaction.

"Whatever you say, Princess."

"Mhhmm." Clarke and Bellamy whipped around to face who cleared their throat behind them. "Jaha!" Clarke scrambled to her feet. Jaha gave a pointed look at Bellamy. "Dr. Jaha I mean."

"Dr. Griffin." Jaha turned to Bellamy, raising an eyebrow. "Lieutenant Blake, sir. Of the Governor's guard." He stretched out his hand, which Jaha shook firmly.

"Thelonious Jaha, Chief of Surgery here at St. David's."

Jaha faced Clarke again. "It would appear that Dr. Indra Trikru has discovered several pinched nerves relating to the Governor's cancer. She asks that you take him up to neurology for surgery." Ah fuck I hate neurology. Why would the Chief of Surgery act as a messenger for an attending just to tell me that? Bellamy nodded and began walking into the Governor's room to wheel him out as Jaha adopted a lower tone when his back was turned.

"Clarke your mother asked for you to call her again. She says she hasn't heard from you in over a month." Oh of course it would be the great Abby Griffin that would bring Jaha to me. Clarke nodded stiffly, knowing it would be pointless to reply at all. Jaha nodded in return and made his way back down the hallway.

Bellamy exited the private room then, Governor Johnson in tow. "You ok?" His concerned face broke her out of her reverie. "Fine." She grabbed the bed rail and began pulling the trio down the hallway to the elevators. Hurry, hurry, hurry, it's almost lunch break.

Ding. The elevator doors opened on the neurology floor. Clarke quickly pushed the bed out and down the hall, almost making Bellamy jog to keep up with her brisk pace.

"Woah, slow down. Why are you running?" He huffed, black dress shoes squeaking against the tile floor. Clarke opened her mouth to reply but her retort was lost as a man with shaggy brown hair stepped out from an exam room into the hallway, directly in their path. Shit. The man looked up from pulling his white lab coat on, eyeing the trio as recognition flooded his eyes.

"Clarke?"

"Finn."

The pair stared at each other, Clarke obviously uncomfortable and Finn looking like he was desperate to talk to her. "Bellamy Blake." Both turned around to see Bellamy raising his hand in introduction. Finn nodded. "Uh right. Look Clarke- do you think I could talk to you alone real quick? Please, I just- you need to hear some things."

Yeah, not going to happen. "Sorry I have to take the Governor to surgery." She started moving them down the hall again when Finn grabbed her arm. "Brendan can do it." Clarke wrenched her arm free from his grip. "Bellamy doesn't know where it is. And even if he did I still wouldn't. Now move." She grabbed the rail once again, pushing past Finn and ignoring his calls out to her as they rounded the corner.

She felt drained all of sudden, seeing Finn usually did that to her. Obviously, because he's a veritable life suck of a human being. "Jilted lover?" Bellamy's voice was hesitant. Clarke sighed. "Remember our game night fight before we were friends?"

"Unfortunately."

"He's the aforementioned cheating ex-boyfriend."

Bellamy's face hardened but he kept his tone forcefully light. "What happened?"

"I dated him for three years. Thought he was perfect because he was somehow everything I wanted and also fit my mother's expectations of doctor, respectable family, and mannered, and I thought that too, right up until I caught him fucking Raven in an on-call room when I surprised him with lunch at work."

Seeing Bellamy's shocked face she chuckled dryly. "Yeah I know, how are Rae and I friends? After we found out that halfway into their 7 year relationship he started dating me, we both dumped him and began a series of long bar crawls talking about how much we loathed him that somehow morphed into friendship."

Bellamy nodded slowly, processing. He stopped wheeling the still unconscious Governor, forcing them to a halt. Looking Clarke dead in the eye he said "Do you want me to kill him?" Seeing her roll her eyes, he jumped in. "No seriously, I could just say I saw him messing with the Governor's IV or medication or something and when I stopped him he got violent and so I had to act in self-defense." His light tone was coaxing her back into a less bitter mood.

"It would fail Bellamy, you're forgetting about a vital piece here: the cameras." She pointed to the ceiling where an opaque black semi-circle was mounted into the drywall.

He shook his head ruefully. "Those damn cameras, you're right."

"I know, what are they good for?" Bellamy paused, thinking hard. "Sex tapes" he announced definitively. "That's it."

Clarke cracked a smile, pushing the bed again. Sensing she was warming up again, Bellamy decided to push a little more. "So back to our game of truths, why does your brother call you Flyer?"

Clarke looked at him, seeing what he was trying to do, and decided to allow it. "In high school, Wells, Linc, and I would all get in Lincoln's truck on weekend nights and drive down these backroads that led away from the city, and when no headlights could be seen I would stand up in the bed of the truck as we went 70 mph. It was a blast for me, but Wells would always worry I was going to fly out and die, so he was constantly bugging Linc to slow down, to which Lincoln would always reply 'Let our Flyer, fly.' The name stuck."

By the time she finished speaking they had finally arrived at the neurology surgical unit. Clarke got the Governor situated with the surgeons before bidding Bellamy goodbye as she went to check on other patients. She was a few feet away from him when she turned around suddenly.

"Hey! You asked two questions in a row!"

Bellamy looked at her and grinned. "You can ask me anything you want Princess."

She smirked. "Tonight at the Dropship? I could really use a drink after this sucky day." Bellamy smiled softly and nodded. "See you later."

Yeah see you later.

Wow sorry for the long wait guys! I had AP exams and finals, but I can now say I will be graduating in two days, so updates will be quicker now! Thank you all for the lovely reviews, they truly made my day, and stay tuned for the next chapter in which things heat up!