Hi, this is my first fanfiction in the 100 fandom. I am writing a collection on non related Flarke AUs. Feel free to suggest an AU in the comments and I will do my best to include that AU. I am up for anything.

Doctor / Patient AU

Clarke was on her last patient of the day; she had spent all day dealing with some of the worst ER patients she had had to deal with as an intern so far.

The hospital shows didn't show the grosser details of the medical field, just all of the fun fictional things doctors apparently do. So far Clarke has hooked up zero times in the on call room and she definitely hasn't entered any illicit affairs with any or all of her superiors. Although, to be honest she really wouldn't want to date any of her attending's either.

The TV dramas make doctors way more attractive.

All of this aside Clarke is happy to be doing a job that actually means something. Her mother is one of the doctors here at ARK Hospital and Clarke is constantly making sure that she proves herself so people don't think she just got a job because of her mother.

Clarke finally arrives at the bed her final patient of the day is at; she checks the chart before looking up.

Finn Collins, 25, head injury.

She looks up from the chart, putting on her best good bedside manners face only to be pleasantly surprised by the man sitting before her.

Somehow even though one half of his ridiculously long hair was slightly matted by dried blood he managed to look very very handsome. Clarke actually felt herself getting flustered, something that happened, never.

"Uh…" Clarke paused, collecting herself, "Sorry, it's been a long day. I'm doctor Griffin. It says here that you've already been checked out by our neurologist and that you just need to be all stitched up."

Her patient nodded, he looked a little out of it, probably the hospital has given him something for the pain already.

"Are you sure that you don't want a plastic surgeon to do it for you, Mr. Collins." Clarke asked.

"No," he said, with a slight shrug, "Girls dig scars right?"

He pauses for a second, and then flushes, "Not that, you won't do a good job stitching it. I'm sure you're really good at stitching up head wounds. You're probably a A plus head stitcher." he trails off again.

She glances at the chart and sees that they did give him some morphine.

Clarke laughs quietly, "Well, Mr. Collins, I can't guarantee that I will stitch this up on the same level as a plastic surgeon. But I'll have you know that I do practice a lot and I have the neatest stitches of any of the other first year interns."

"Do you want to get dinner?" Finn asks suddenly.

Clarke put down the needle she had begun threading.

"What was that Mr. Collins?" she asked, even though she knew what he said.

"It's Finn, please. And dinner? After this, after you're done fixing my head?"

Clarke thought about it for a second. A decided that no one actually said dating patients was against the rules.

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