Guess who's back-back-back, back again-gain-gain. Becca's back, tell a friend.

Sooooo, this here's a little collection of drabbles and one-shots that I've been working on for a while now. Prompts a from a little book I read, titled 'Lost in Translation' and the collection title is a line from Bill Murray's movies 'Lost in Translation' bc I'm deep like that.

I don't own the 100 or anything really, sadly.

pålegg (n.): Norwegian; anything and everything that can be put on a slice of bread

The shop's door opened and like that, Clarke's impromptu break was over. She put her hat back on, weaving her pony tail through the opening in the back, and plastered a welcoming smile onto her tired face as she made her way up to the front counter. She had been working double-shifts for the past couple weeks, covering for one of her coworkers and hoping that the extra hours would amount to some extra cash to pay her share of this month's rent.

And it was hell.

Her feet ached from being tortured all day - repeatedly - and her mind hurt even more from some of the customers she's had to deal with - 'I said I wanted Miracle Whip' even when they only used mayonnaise and of course the guys who tried to flirt with her in the hopes of a free meal. And let's not even start talking about Rush Hour.

All she wanted to do was go back to her apartment, grab a container of Cherry Garcia, and catch up on the last couple weeks' worth of Grey's Anatomy until she passed out on the couch.

And in about an hour and fourteen minutes, that dream of hers could become a reality.

She signed into the register, looking down at the machine instead of her customers. "Hi, welcome to-"

"Clarke!" She looked up just in time as Octavia Blake, her best friend from high school, lunged across the counter and pulled the blonde into a fierce hug. Clarke laughed as she wrapped her own arms around her friend,

"What are you doing here?" Clarke asked when she finally pulled away.

"Bell and I decided to spend a week here with you!"

Clarke looked up and sure enough, there was Bellamy behind his younger sister, studying the sandwich shop. She felt a surge of pride when she noticed his gaze quickly stopping at the bulletin board in the back.

"Employee of the Month, huh?" He noted.

"Does that really surprise you?" Octavia commented, grinning at the board.

He looked back at Clarke and smiled. "Not at all."

Clarke could feel her cheeks heating up and had to look away, hoping he wouldn't notice. It was all in vain anyway since she saw his smirk when she chanced a glance at him from the corner of her eye.

So he saw that then.

Great.

She hadn't seen him since she left for college and she had thought that maybe the thing between them would dwindle into nothing more and she wouldn't have time between her pre-med courses and organizations she had joined to think about him. Him and his smile. And his freckles. And his laughter. And his - well, his everything.

"So what can I get you guys?" She asked, trying to defer both herself and anyone who could read her face from that train of thought.

"Oh no, we're not going to get anything." Octavia dismissed with a flippant wave of her hand. "We're going to wait for you and then Bell's going to pay for a real dinner."

Well, now her previous night plans were shot. "You can't stay unless you buy something." She tried.

"Why do you have to make this difficult?"

"It's policy." She pointed towards a sign in the back that read, 'No Loitering'. It's not that she didn't want to go with them - trust her, she really did - but she didn't know if she could handle a night with Bellamy beside her. Telling her about his Master's program and his job at the museum back home. Asking her whether she's talked to her mom - which they both know she hasn't - and if she's been taking care of herself out here. Because that's just who he was and she feels like she's still reading too much into her relationship with him.

"Of course it is." The younger Blake sibling sighed. "I'll take a bag of chips and Bell will have a soda."

"What kind?"

"Surprise me, Princess." Her stomach flipped and she turned around before he could see the red spreading down her neck.

"Here you go." Clarke pushed the overly priced food across the counter.

"How much?" Octavia asked as she dug around in her purse presumably for a wallet.

"Comp." Clarke waved the two off when they looked at her uncertainly. "I've got about an hour more and then we can go to this Italian restaurant a couple blocks down - it's pretty nice."

Clarke was looking at Bellamy again - it's not like she can really help it, he's actually here and wants to do things with her - but then he's looking back at her with that stupid smile of his face and that stupid twinkle in his dark eyes and that stupid face that she wants to lean into and claim as hers. He's just really stupid, okay? Those biceps that are obviously flexing themselves are stupid. Even the dark t-shirt is stupid and he really should just take it off.

"We'll be here." Octavia motioned to a table by the front windows and led her brother over before looking back over her shoulder at the blonde and winking. She rolled her eyes in response, but she knew it would do her no good since when Octavia Blake caught the slightest whiff of something afoot, she poked and prodded until it either ended in resolved feelings or a lot of tears. And she didn't really know if she could deal with either at the moment.

Clarke kept an eye on the two siblings while she worked the register, hearing the familiar bickering and Bellamy's "I'm paying?" along with his sister's response, "Yes, you are." Clarke tried to stifle a chuckle at Bellamy's face - she was supposed to be busy taking another customer's order - when he looked at her and then everything just kind of blanked. This really looks bad and the worst part about it is that she doesn't really care because he's looking at her and she's handling this all like a teenage girl pining over a member of One Direction. So it's not going too well.

But as she walks out of the shop with Octavia on her left and Bellamy on her right, his fingers hovering over the small of her back, she knows she would never be able to get a handle on this like a rational adult - much less get over this. And oddly, she was kind of happy about it.

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~Becca