Bellamy gets out of his old beat up ford ranger and braces himself for an attack when he hears a high-pitched squeal of delight. He can't help the grin on his face as he watches his sister bound down the worn concrete steps of their old house and run across the tiny lawn to launch herself at him.

"Oof! Hey O. Happy to see me?" He says with a chuckle as he hugs Octavia's small frame tightly and swings her around.

"I can't believe you're back!"

Octavia jumps back out of his arms to beam up at him.

"So, you're out? You're done?"

Bellamy puts a hand on his hip and nods at his overly excited sister.

She is practically vibrating with excitement as she jumps up into the back of his truck to grab the enormous canvas duffel bag.

"I can get that, O." Bellamy says as she struggles to heave the bag over the side of the truck.

She hands him the bag and hops back down to walk with him towards the tiny, one story bungalow that was the only thing their parents left them when they both bailed.

"So, just to make doubly sure, no more being called away on sketchy military assignments an' shit?"

She asks as she runs ahead and turns to bar the door to the house.

Bellamy tilts his head at her and gives her a long-suffering expression but can't wipe the smirk from his face.

"No more sketchy shit at all. Military or not." He confirms and O grins again and steps aside with a flourish to let him inside.

The tiny house is just as Bellamy remembers from four years ago when he left to join the Military, with a few changes here and there. The dated wallpaper and furniture are still present, but he notes, with a smile, that O has started to add a few homey touches. There is a brightly coloured blanket on the back of the couch, flowers fill every windowsill but what grabs his attention is the brand new flat screen TV at one end of the trailer.

"Whoa, O. Where'd that come from?" He asks with a jerk of his chin as he slides his duffel off his shoulder, to the floor. Bellamy's eyes narrow on his sister when a blush covers her cheeks and she ducks towards the kitchenette.

"It was a kind of… gift…" She mumbles vaguely and Bellamy's smile finally drops.

"A gift. From who, O?"

He walks over to cross his arms and lean against the wall, trapping her inside the tiny kitchen as she scurries around to take a batch of his favourite brownies out of the oven.

Octavia rolls her eyes and huffs in annoyance as she answers.

"Before you get all shitty about accepting charity, just know, it wasn't like that. Lincoln got a bigger TV and was going to throw that one away, so I asked if I could have it."

Bellamy, only half placated, continues to stare down his sister.

"Lincoln? Isn't that your co-worker at the bar?"

Clearly annoyed now, Octavia almost throws the brownies onto the counter as she turns to face off with Bellamy.

"He was. Now he works at the university hospital as a nurse and he's actually my boyfriend now."

She mimics Bellamy's stance and crosses her arms as she pops a hip against the counter, daring him to object. Bellamy knows when he's beat and sigh loudly as he swallows his comments.

"Anything else I should know before you throw scalding chocolate in my face?"

Octavia cracks a smirk at her victory and turns to slice up the hot brownies.

"Well, I don't know if it counts, but my bestie just moved back to town this week too. You remember Clarke?"

Bellamy tries not to groan out loud as he thinks back to O's stuck up best friend from high school.

"I remember." He says in a tone that obviously conveys his opinions of Clarke Griffin.

"She's not that bad. You guys just always butted heads over stupid stuff."

Bellamy drops down onto the couch to scrutinize the new flat screen as Octavia follows him, hands him a brownie and bounces down beside him.

"Oh! My boss Indra is grooming me for the assistant manager position at work." She says excitedly as she remembers and Bellamy smiles back at her proudly.

"That's great, O! Congrats!"

"Thanks. Hopefully with the slight pay rise I can save enough to get into that cooking school across town. Speaking of work, what do you think you'll do now?"

Bellamy takes a second to close his eyes and savour the chocolate melting in his mouth before he answers her.

"Well, most guys usually go into fields like bodyguarding or security or something but I really feel like I'm done with all that. I might find something temporary like that but I'm thinking that I want to go more academic."

Octavia's eyes go wide in surprise as she licks the chocolate from her fingers.

"Really? Like what?"

Bellamy looks down at the half-eaten brownie in his hand and tries not to blush.

"I dunno. Maybe history or literature?"

"That is amazing! Wow, I never would have pictured that, but I guess it makes sense. I've never met a gym junkie that reads as much as you."

Bellamy playfully punches her in the shoulder and rises to grab his duffel off the floor and snag another brownie on the way to his room.

"Missed you, O"

He smiles as he hears her through his closed bedroom door.

"Missed you more, big brother."

The next few days go by achingly slowly for Bellamy as he tries to get used to having nothing to do.

By the end of the first day, the entire trailer is deep cleaned and his clothes and things are unpacked into his old room, the furniture arranged and rearranged twice.

By the second day Bellamy has written out his resume and applied for no less than six security jobs, mowed the tiny yard to military standards and done every scrap of laundry in the house.

When O gets home on the afternoon of the third day, Bellamy has the broken window in her room fixed, the old iron railing on the porch replaced and he starts tuning Octavia's old Ford Focus as soon as she gets out of it, claiming 'it's making a weird sound'.

Bellamy is underneath the car, grunting with effort when O leans against the new porch railing and watches him for a minute.

"I gotta admit, this place has never looked better, but I think you need a break, Bel. Wanna come with me to the bar to meet up with Lincoln and Clarke, tonight?"

Bellamy scoots out from under the car to shoot O an exaggerated look of incredulousness.

"Pass. Thanks for the invite though."

O pouts a bit, but knows a night out with her boyfriend and the best friend he hates is not Bellamy's idea of a good time..

"Fine but you haven't seen anyone or left the house since you got back. Why don't you look up your old friends?"

Bellamy tilts his head at her, considering.

"What? Like Murphy?"

Octavia pulls a disgusted face.

"Okay maybe not him. But I saw Jasper and Monty at the bar a couple weeks ago, so they might be in town."

Bellamy nods slightly before sliding himself back until the car.

"I'll think about it, O."

When O walks out of the house a couple hours later to go meet with Lincoln and Clarke, she takes one look at the sweaty, shirtless man still under her car and rolls her eyes as she pulls out her phone to order an Uber.

"Have fun with the car, Bel. Don't wait up for me."

Bellamy wants to object to that last part but reminds himself that his sister is a grown woman.

"Be safe, O."

She gives him a peck on his sweaty cheek and climbs into the car waiting for her.