DISCLAIMER: I neither own The 100 nor the characters. They are the property of Jason Rothenberg and The CW. This is purely for fun. Enjoy!
A/N: So this is my first time ever posting on this site, but I hope you don't count me out and stick around to read this probably long (but hopefully good) multi-chapter. If you've watched the movie What Happens in Vegas, you're thinking hmm that plot sounds familiar. But I promise you, the main premise is all I borrowed from that film...this is all Bellarke, all the time with a sprinkle of Raven/Murphy and Octavia/Lincoln on the side. Buckle up, it's gonna be a bumpy ride! [Unless you're named Finn Collins, because he's too cool for seatbelts...or monogamy.]
Waking Up in Vegas
Chapter One: The Total Bore & The Manwhore
Clarke Griffin's sneakers squeaked as she strolled down a hallway with a wet floor sign. She was a surgical resident at Ark Hospital, she had three more years left of residency before she would become an attending general surgeon, meaning she would no longer have to be supervised and would take home a much bigger paycheck. She had always been destined to become a physician; it was in her blood after all. Her mother, Abigail Griffin, was the Chief of Surgery at the hospital, which meant that she had to work harder than anybody else so that people wouldn't think she was just some privileged princess. The truth was, she had never been that close with her mother, she was her father's daughter and after his death, the two seemed to forget how to interact with each other without discussing medicine. Though Clarke would never admit it even to herself, a small part of her resented her mother for not being able to save her father, for being unable to cure him of the cancer that killed him. Heading into the locker room, she let out a sigh at the prospect of finally going back to her apartment. Arriving at the hospital at six that morning, it was now a full twelve hours later. Her workday had been very hectic, two new patients had been added to her caseload and she had a lengthy surgery under the critical eye of her attending, Jackson. Changing out of her blue scrubs and white lab coat into some comfortable sweats, she jumped when a locker slammed next to her and pulled her from her thoughts.
A tall, skinny guy with a goofy grin entered her field of vision, followed by a shorter Asian man with long hair. They were fellow residents named Jasper and Monty; the two doctors had a serious bromance and you would never find one without the other. "Hey Clarke," Jasper beamed at her. "How was your day?"
Clarke let out a breath and shrugged in response. "Long and tiring, but hey we're saving lives so it's all worth it, right?" She couldn't help but smile back at them; they were just so happy-go-lucky all the time.
Monty chuckled. "Yeah Jasper and I were just talking about what it takes to be a happy resident. You have to dream about the colon and pancreas, and find abscesses fascinating."
She laughed outwardly at that. "Sounds about right. But if you guys are dreaming about organs, you may be drinking too much."
Jasper and Monty looked at each other and giggled simultaneously. "It's not the moonshine, it's the herbs...grown purely for medicinal reasons of course."
Rolling her eyes at their antics, Clarke threw her bag over her shoulder and waltzed out of the changing area, walking in the direction of the exit.
"Vegas? You're a funny woman, Raven Reyes. I don't know why you're wasting your time as an engineer, you should be a comedian." Clarke let out a sarcastic laugh as she leaned back into the couch, tucking her feet underneath her as she grasped her wine glass.
"Come on, Clarke. Don't be such a drag, you know it's the perfect plan," her best friend Raven responded exasperatedly. The two had developed a friendship under the most unlikely of circumstances; they met after discovering that they shared a boyfriend. Raven had known Finn Collins since birth. He was the boy next door that became her only family growing up since her deadbeat mom was never around. Finn was the only guy that she had ever loved, but it became clear to her after finding out about Clarke that he didn't love her the way she deserved to be loved. After breaking it off with Finn, she asked Clarke if she wanted to get drunk with her, and the girls found themselves in the nearest bar toasting Finn Collins for being a 'two-timing son of a bitch' and a 'cheating bastard'...the rest was history.
"I'm definitely going to need more wine if you're being serious," Clarke stated, jumping up from her comfortable position on the couch and heading into the kitchen to grab another bottle of red. No matter how hectic their lives became, the two women had established a Thursday night tradition of drinking and discussion, often accompanied by take-out and movies. Popping the cork and allowing the bottle to breathe, she turned to see Raven leaning over the back of the couch with a determined look on her face.
"It's Vegas, land of debauchery and fun. You remember that, Clarke? Fun? Because I can't remember the last time we went out to have fun and I need this. I'm swamped at work because my new supervisor, Wick, is constantly on my ass about deadlines and Lord knows you need a break from saving lives every damn day. I say a vacation to the City of Lights is the perfect way for me to get my mojo back after Finn and for you to get laid," Raven deadpanned.
"Hey that's not fair," Clarke quickly defended herself, "you know I'm trying to prove my worth to Jackson and—" Raven cut her off, "and you won't stop with the long hours at the hospital until he treats you as the badass resident you are instead of the spoiled daughter of the Chief of Surgery he thinks you are...but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy a weekend in Vegas with your best friend and favorite person in existence," Raven concluded, really laying it on thick.
Clarke took a deep breath, taking in the hopeful look on Raven's face and damn it all if she wasn't right, Clarke spent the majority of her time at the hospital, only coming back to her apartment to sleep. She needed a weekend off, some time to unwind sounded very attractive at the moment. "What the hell? Let's go to Vegas!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up.
"Seriously? Dr. Griffin is going to leave her patients in the hands of Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and come to Vegas with me?" Raven hopped off the couch, jumping up and down in excitement.
"Well, when you put it like that...maybe I shouldn't, those two are known to show up hung-over from too much homemade moonshine." Clarke bit down on her bottom lip in worry, thinking of what trouble Jasper and Monty could get into during her absence.
"Nope it's already decided, Sin City here we come!" Raven yelled, snatching the freshly opened bottle of wine off the kitchen counter to refill her glass in celebration.
Clarke stole the bottle back from Raven, taking a giant swig of liquid courage to seal her decision. "Here's to Vegas!"
Bellamy Blake awoke to the loud ringing of his cellphone, he came to awareness with a jolt and an 'oh shit' as he realized the time on his alarm clock. It was Friday morning, and he had clearly overindulged the previous night in an attempt to get a head start on the weekend. He had slept in and was going to be late for work, if he didn't haul ass immediately. There was a naked chick draped across his chest, his occasional fuck buddy and a girl who lived in his building named Roma. He moved her off him somewhat roughly, but she didn't wake and proceeded to roll over with a light snore. Bellamy jumped into the shower, only giving himself five minutes to wash off his sins from the previous night and wake up fully. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he turned on the coffee pot and grabbed his clothes. He quickly tucked a white dress shirt into dark gray slacks, rolling the sleeves up around his elbows, and threaded a brown leather belt through his belt loops. He reached over to the chair beside him and pulled a navy tie into his hands, knotting and arranging the tie with precision. He turned back to the bed behind him and looked at the woman entangled in it. The brunette's long locks cascaded down her back and blended into the deep chocolate color of his comforter. Bellamy reached down and snatched her dress up off the floor, throwing it on the bed and shaking her awake. Roma rolled towards him as her eyes fluttered open, sitting up and stretching.
"Morning sex?" She questioned with a cheeky grin, already starting to reach for his belt buckle.
"You need to go," he said flatly as he attached his badge and holster to his belt.
"What?" She responded with a pout, wiping the sleep out of her eyes.
"You need to leave, so get dressed and go." He tossed her panties at her and gave her a bored look.
"God, you're such a jerk," she grumbled as she hurriedly dressed.
"You know how this arrangement works. I don't do relationships or feelings, it's just sex."
He walked into the kitchen to pour his coffee into a travel mug, and she followed along behind him with a huff.
"Fuck you, Bellamy." She spat with venom.
"You already did, Roma." He responded with his signature smirk, as he slammed the door in her face. Grabbing his keys, he locked up his apartment and hightailed it to work.
Jogging through the precinct doors and flashing his badge to the uniform working the front desk, he cursed under his breath as he noticed the time...despite his attempts to hurry, he was fifteen minutes late and Captain Kane would not be happy. Detectives Miller and Monroe passed by, Miller sporting his trademark beanie and shooting him a sympathetic look. "Cap's looking for you man, good luck." Bellamy simply nodded in response, spotting his partner and best friend, John Murphy.
"Dammit Bellamy, I've been calling you all morning. I wanted to hear about that hot piece of ass neighbor before the briefing. But now Cap's probably going to kill you, so I'll never know what a good lay she is." Murphy grinned, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, asshole." Bellamy shot back as he headed to Marcus Kane's office, preparing himself for another lecture from the bossman. His back was turned as Bellamy walked in, and he commanded him to take a seat before turning around.
"I really wish I could suspend you, Blake. You're impulsive and hotheaded, not to mention the fact that you show up late and miss briefings," he gave him a pointed look. "But you're the best damn detective I've got. You and Murphy close more cases than anyone else in this precinct." Kane paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "So, against my better judgment, I'm appointing you lead investigator for the new case. Murphy will fill you in on all the details, but it's high profile. The victim is some governor's son named Wells, Wells Jaha. You're a damn good leader, Blake, but I want you to take the weekend off to get your head in the game."
Surprise was written all over Bellamy's face, he thought Kane merely tolerated him on a good day. Standing up, he put his hand out for the man to shake. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."
The Captain shook his hand firmly. "Be back Monday, ready to work."
Leaving the office, he found Murphy waiting with an anxious look. "What happened? Am I getting a new partner?"
Bellamy just smirked in reply. "Far from it, he put me in charge of the Jaha case. Looks like you're my bitch now."
He laughed loudly as Murphy flipped him the bird. "Fuck you, man. I'm nobody's bitch. But I do have an idea on how to celebrate this weekend."
Bellamy lifted an inquisitive brow, "I'm listening."
Murphy's face turned sinister. "Vegas. Unlimited booze, bright lights, and loose women...Vegas."