A/N: English is not my first language so I'm bound to make ridiculous mistakes. Please feel free to ignore them or point them out if they are really gruesome.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the 100.

Clarke let out a tiny yawn while stretching on one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs. It had been quiet down here at the desk, good enough to complete some overdue paperwork anyway and when she glanced down at the watch that had once been her fathers, she was surprised to learn that her shift had ended almost 15 minutes ago.

She opened the braid that held her hair back and combed it absent mindedly with her fingers. She debated in her head whether to finish the report or call it a night, well afternoon actually, when a noise broke her out of her musings.

A small boy had appeared next to the desk and eyed her curiously. He was four, maybe five years old, with skin in a light olive tone and a mass of dark curls on the head that looked like he had just interrupted his playtime.

"Hello, are you a doctor", he asked cautiously.

Clarke smiled and pointed to her scrubs and white coat.

"Yes, I am. My name is Clarke. Who are you?"

This wasn't new to her. Kids talked to her often while she was at work. Bored or confused with all the hospital stuff, kids took interest in her stethoscope, the white coat or were just drawn to her light and open demeanor.

"That's good. I'm not allowed to talk to strangers. Just doctors and policemen." His voice was still small and high, normal for his age, but there was a note of confidence in it that made her smile even broader.

He came closer to her around the desk, in the sort of ingenious way that was reserved for children and pointed to a hole in his jeans.

"I hurt myself, can you fix me?"

She chuckled at his innocent words, nodded and sat him on the desk, already eying the cuts. It was nothing serious, a bit of disinfection and a large bandage would do the job, no stiching needed.

When she returned to him only moments later with a small kit, his eyes grew suddenly wide.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Augustus Blake. Sorry doctor Clarke." He smiled at her apologetically and for the first time she noticed the warm tone of his chocolate brown eyes.

She couldn't help herself and tousled that mop of curls. This might just be the cutest little boy she ever came across.

"Nice to meet you and you can call me Clarke. Augustus is a really beautiful name", she tried to distract him from the treatment.

"Yeah, my dad gave it to me", he answered seriously.

Clarke beamed, this was for real the cutest boy she ever met.

"That was very nice of him."

His grin grew wider and they both smiled at each other for a few seconds.

When she resumed cleaning the wound she noticed for the first time that his trousers were quite dirty and that there was some sand in the cuts. This didn't look like something he could have gotten while playing in the hospital. Suddenly she felt nervous but tried to keep her tone light and friendly.

"Tell me Augustus, where did you hurt yourself? Was it here in the hospital?"

"No, it was at the playground down the street, in the park. I fell down the monkey bars."

She nodded, the story fitted the wound. When she glanced the corridor up and down, she spotted no concerned parent, just the normal buzz of nurses and patients.

"Where is your mom Augustus?"

"Aunt Tavia said she's with the stars, but my dad told me she died. That means she can't be with me anymore even though she wants to."

Clarkes heart ached when she looked at him but he seemed to be unfazed.

"I'm very sorry to hear that", she said in a quiet voice, watching him fondly.

"It's OK. I can't really remember her and anyways, I have my dad and he is awesome. The best dad in the world."

"So, where's your dad now? "

His smile dropped and for the first time his childish confidence faltered.

"He's still at the playground. I came alone ", his voice trailed away and he looked at his feet.

"You seem like a very smart boy to me", she said genuinely, he looked at her again and his smile reappeared in an instant.

"So why would you do something dangerous like that? I'm sure your dad told you not to wander off alone. Why didn't you asked him to take you here?"

She tried to leave the concern and judgement out of her voice. The kid was obviously already pretty guilty about this.

"I know I wasn't allowed to come alone, but my dad, he was asleep when I fell and I didn't want to wake him. He is always so tired after work, but he took me there anyway because I really wanted to go. And I was sure I could find the hospital cause we parked across the street earlier. I thought I could be back before he notices and he wouldn't need to worry that I fell and he overslept it."

All this came out very fast and his tone became pleadingly.

"Please, we don't need to tell him or he will worry."

Clarke felt a heavy weight drop into her stomach and she put a hand soothingly on his cheek. So jung and already so full of concern. He and his father seemed to have a bit of a rough time and one look into those chocolate eyes were enough to let her heart melt.

She waited till he looked her in the eyes again and had calmed down a bit.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go back by yourself. Then I would be worried about you too."

His face fell and she hurriedly continued.

"But how about I take you back to the playground. I could make sure you're safe and maybe try to ease your fathers mind a bit. How does that sound to you?"

"That would be awesome Clarke, maybe he won't get mad if you're with me ", the enthusiasm came back to his voice and when she let him choose between a bandage with cars or dinosaurs on it, he was positively beaming (he chose the dinosaurs, because apparently they were awesome too).

She stuffed away the files, got rid of the white coat and moments later they were leaving the hospital.

"I think you better take my hand, if that's ok for you."

He hesitated for a split second but seemed to decide to trust her enough and let her take his hand. It was small, warm and slightly sandy but gripped hers surprisingly firm. They made their way to the playground in no time, he telling her all about the different dinosaurs he knew.

It was a nice day for the park which was full of people. The sun was shining and the spring made the nature colourful and lively, birdsong mixed with the happy voices that trailed over from the playing children.

When they got close, Augustus' steps became slower and his energetic ramble stopped. She squeezed his hand, promising him everything would be OK.

Clarke spotted the dad almost immediately. He sat on a bench nearby, a book loosely in his lap and his chin resting on his chest. That mass of shaggy dark curls was very distinctive, but hid the rest of his face well. Clarkes trained eyes recognized the slow and even breathing as sleep immediately.

It was a warm Aprils day, he was in a worn out black t-shirt without a jacket and she saw his tanned arms, his skin slightly darker than Augustus'. She couldn't help to appreciate how well defined his muscles were.

When they got closer she could read the back of his book and smiled, something about the Greco-Roman empire. So awesome-dad was a history nerd.

She coffed a few times, not to wake him too harshly, but when that failed Augustus stepped in unceremoniously.

"Daaad!"

"Yes, what, I'm here."

He jerked awake almost comically. His book sailing to the ground, he on his feet and eyes searching for his son.

Now Clarke saw how tall he was, more than a head taller than herself, his hair was longer than Augustus', reaching over his brows and he was almost unfairly attractive. For some reason she was surprised how jung he was, just a few years older than herself she guessed, probably in his late 20's.

When his eyes finally found the little boy, still holding Clarkes hand, she could see the confusion written all over his face. He blinked his eyes rapidly and gave them both a long look.

"Hello, are you a doctor", he asked finally with a deep voice, still kind of husky from sleeping.

She chuckled at the exact same words his son had used a few minutes ago. So they didn't just look alike.

"Yeah, hi. I'm Clarke", she began, but was interrupted by Augustus' voice. It was strong but had lost the confidence from earlier.

"I fell and Clarke fixed me. I was at the hospital down the street and I didn't want to wake you or make you worry. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have gone alone. Please don't be mad tata."

Augustus, still holding tightly onto Clarkes hand, looked directly at his father, while again, every word came out very fast. The man looked at Clarke for confirmation and while his eyes grew wide, she saw that they were dark and deep.

He crouched down, now on eyelevel with his son.

"Well, I'm happy you thought of my wellbeing but I'm sad that you went off alone even though you knew you weren't allowed. You are four Augustus and even down the street to the hospital is too far without me, especially without me knowing."

"Almost five", Augustus interjected, still looking guiltily at his father. But when the latter raised an eyebrow at him, the kid gave in.

"I'm sorry tata. I promise I won't go away alone again."

He looked so hopeful at his father, that after a few seconds of silence, Clarke felt the urge to interfere.

"I kind of promised Augustus that everything would be OK, so you better not make me a liar."

She tried to keep her tone lightly, not that he thought she wanted to tell him how to raise his child.

He glanced up at her from his crouching position, his hair fell into his eyes and if her knees weren't already weak then, they surely became after the corners of his mouth twitched into a small but handsome smile that made him look much junger.

"Well, we can't have this nice doctor be sad because of us, can we?" He tousled his sons hair lovingly, just like she had done. "You keep up your promise and we think of a punishment when we're home.

Now show me where you got hurt."

After a brief inspection of the dinosaur bandage, the father finally raised himself into a standing position again.

He eyed her now more curiously, just like his son had in the hospital and stretched out his hand. His intense look made her blush without really knowing why and she suddenly wished she could stop grinning like an idiot.

"I forgot to introduce myself, doctor... Clarke. I'm Bellamy Blake."

"It's Doctor Clarke Griffin actually. But call me just Clarke, please."

She tried to shake his hand, but she was still holding Augustus', who seemed unwilling to let got, so she shook Bellamys weirdly with her left. They both laught awkwardly.

"Thank you very much for patching him up and escorting him back here. I hope you won't get into trouble with being absent from work. What do I owe you for the treatment?"

"Don't be ridiculous", she laughed again.

"You owe me nothing and my shift had already ended, so no harm done. I was happy to help and that I've met such a lovely und well behaved kid."

She winked down at Augustus and he looked back at her with something like awe in his eyes.

"You clearly formed some sort of bond over this gruesome accident", he nodded towards their still interlocked hands with something like surprise in his voice.

"Why don't you let that nice lady go and we head home where I can sleep a little more at ease?"

She could clearly hear the teasing in his words and the boy took his fathers outstretched hand willingly, smiling a bright smile, knowing that his father wasn't that angry.

She bend down and ruffled his hair again.

"It was very nice to meet you Augustus. Listen to your father, alright?"

Clarke handed Bellamy a second dinosaur bandage with the instruction to change it in the morning and earned another handsome smirk from him.

She smiled one last time at the two of them, turned and walked slowly back in the direction of the hospital. Near the bend in the path she turned around, just able to see them. They stood where she had left them, man and boy, holding hands and so much alike with their dark curls and honest smiles. When she raised her hand in a small wave, they both raised their free ones in an identical movement.

It was almost too adorable.

While Clarke headed on, she pressed her palms against her hot face, trying to remember when had been the last time her cheeks hurt from too much smiling.

Bellamy finally put the book down beside the bed after reading it three times tonight. 'Dinokru: schooltrip to the volcanoes' was still Gus' favorite bedtime story.

The kid was tired after this eventful day, especially with the punishment-gardenwork before dinner. It was his luck their garden was only slightly larger than the average stamp.

Bellamys own eyes were tired too. His little nap in the park hadn't been enough to keep away the stress that came with being the single father of a little troublemaker, having two jobs, an essay shamefully overdue (again) and a house that needed a tidying hand every fucking day.

When he tucked his son in and caressed that familiar face, he noticed the uncommonly pensive look on his four year old.

"Everything alright Gus?"

The boy hesitated, then glanced up at his father.

"She was very pretty wasn't she?"

"Who was?"

"Clarke."

Bellamy was caught by surprise with his sons words. Usually, he wasn't very fond of strangers, especially women.

Well he didn't really knew any except his aunt (and nobody knew better than Bellamy that his sister was a little crazy).

He scratched the back of his head, just for something to do, but his son seemed to expect an answer.

Bellamy remembered the moments after he woke up in the park. Augustus holding the hand of an unknown woman dressed in hospital wear. He had been somewhat alarmed for a second, but his son was evidently in good health. The first glance at her told him that she had pretty blond hair and that the blue scrubs hugged her body in exactly the right places. After he made sure Gus was ok, he had taken his time to look at her. His first impression had been confirmed, she was fucking hot, but it were her eyes that drew him in. Blue and bright and they twinkled along with the smile she obviously couldn't drop.

Remaining a little taken aback at how his son was clinging to her hand, he felt a rush of warmth at how she talked with and about his Gus. She was nice but firm in her words and when an adorable flush painted her pale cheeks in pink, it was all he could do not to openly stare at her.

Maybe he still had been a little sleepy, for it was only after she was gone that he fully processed what had happend and felt suddenly sorry to see her gone. He ought to have thanked her better, maybe invited her out to a coffee. Or his bed. Shit, his imagination was running away from him again.

Bellamy became aware that his son was still waiting for him to speak so he pulled himself out of his thoughts about the charming doctor.

"Yeah, I guess she was rather beautiful. Nice blond hair and stuff", he tried to say nonchalantly.

The boy nodded in agreement.

"I think she looked a bit like a princess. But not one in a stupid dress, more like a badass princess that has her own dinosaur army."

Bellamy let out a barking laugh.

"A dinosaur army? Wait, since when do you know a word like badass?"

He recognized Gus' mubled 'ontavia' as 'aunt Octavia' and he wasn't even surprised. He was always on the watch to only swear in his head when his son was in earshot, but Octavia never cared about stuff like that.

Thinking about it, the nickname princess seemed to fit Clarke, all while it was easier to imagine her in a beautiful dress than with a dino army. But well, he wasn't four anymore.

"She was very cool and nice and her hands were really soft you know? I like yours too dad. They are good for baseball and to make Pancakes but hers were so soft, it was nice when she touched my hair."

His hand stopped midair on its way to tousle the boys curls and Bellamy laughed again.

"Well in that case I try not to be too sad that you like hers a little more than mine. Now you better sleep and dream about your dinosaur with a princess army. Sleep tight."

He kissed his son on the forehead and put out the light on the nightstand.

"You too tata. And it's a princess with a dinosaur army", Gus corrected him, but his voice was already heavy with sleep.

"Whatever you say buddy."

Smiling he walked down the stairs, his mind still on those soft hands, pushing away the thoughts about everything he still had to do tonight. The dishes and that damned letter to the university were pretty low on his 'want to do list', so with just a tiny bit of bad conscience, he decided to call his badass sister instead.

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