The One-Shot no one asked for but here it is anyway. All mistakes are my own since it's unbeta'd.
"Please tell me you're joking," Bellamy sighed into his phone, hand on his forehead. After a myriad of exams he had finally been able to dedicate a whole day to himself. Or so he had thought.
"I'm sorry, Bell, really really sorry but I wouldn't ask you if it weren't an emergency," Octavia pleaded on the other side of the phone. Normally he wouldn't mind but there, right in front of him, were a book, a beer and a bowl of chips. He deserved this. "Lincoln's sister can't help that she had the baby yesterday and he just really wants to see her already. Had I known I would have asked Clarke to reschedule that dentist appointment."
"What about Jasper? Or Raven? Even Miller. Please, O!" Bellamy groaned into the phone and looked longingly at the objects in front of him. His relaxing day seemed to be more and more out of reach.
"Jasper's not at home. Miller has to work and Raven is holed up with that new guy of her's." Octavia told him and Bellamy heaved a sigh. "Please, Bell. We're already at the airport and you're the only one left I can ask that won't make her freak out completely." Well, he wasn't quite sure about that. As far as he knew Clarke had never been all too fond of his presence.
"When and where?" Bellamy finally relented and Octavia cheered so loudly on the other end of the phone that he had to hold it away from his ear.
After sorting out the details and another thousand thank-you's from Octavia, Bellamy figured that he still had at least three hours until he needed to pick Clarke up. So he told himself that he at least deserved a few hours of video games.
/
When he got to the dentist's office, Bellamy was surprised to be immediately pulled aside by one of the dental nurses present. Apparently, Octavia had at least called the office to inform them of the change of plans.
The nurse was a pretty blonde in her thirties with a kind smile and a twinkle in her eyes that only seemed to grow the more she explained everything to him.
"She'll need to keep a close eye on the surgical area but other than that everything is fine," the nurse concluded. Bellamy thought Clarke probably knew all of that already, being in med school and the lot, but he did wonder why the nurse wasn't explaining everything to Clarke herself.
The nurse laughed and added, "She'll need someone to stay with her until the nitrous oxide wears off." Bellamy froze.
"Laughing gas?" Bellamy asked, confused. Octavia had forgotten to mention that detail.
The nurse nodded at his question but stopped him right before he was able to finally collect Clarke from the dentist's procedure room. "Just one question: Is she always this affectionate?"
/
The moment Bellamy saw Clarke he didn't know whether to sigh at what he had agreed to or to laugh at the sight in front of him.
Clarke was sitting on the dental chair, her blonde hair was tousled, her blue eyes glassy, her cheek puffed out like that of a chipmunk due to the gauze inside of her mouth and a loopy smile on her face the moment she saw Bellamy. Octavia had anticipated her to be freaked out but the complete opposite was the case. Bellamy didn't think he had ever seen Clarke with such a broad smile on her face before.
"Hweeeeey!" she cheered, the greeting coming out muffled.
"Hey, you alright?" he asked her, softly, to which she solemnly nodded. "Right, then let's go," he told her and waited for her to stand up, which she didn't. She just held out her hand and waited. When she kept looking at him with puppy eyes, Bellamy relented and grabbed her hand, pulling her up into a standing position, which she immediately used to hug Bellamy tightly.
"Ya suh a goo fwien," she cooed into his chest. She was so short she didn't reach much further. "Than yu fo takn care o me." Bellamy was frozen and caught between laughing it off or hugging back. He hadn't ever been this close to his sister's friend but he sure as hell wasn't starting now. Not when she was so obviously wasted.
"That's what I'm here for," he told her and rubbed her back before pulling away. "Are you ready to go?"
She nodded again and finally started walking towards the exit but never letting go of Bellamy's arm until they ended up by his car.
He helped her settle into the passenger seat and walked around the car to do the same for himself. Thankfully she hadn't fussed all too much.
When he finally started the car, he noticed Clarke staring at him intently. He furrowed his brows and asked, "What?"
Instead of answering, Clarke reached forward and took his face between her hands, pinching his cheeks lightly between her hands. "Yuw so pwetty, yu knw tht?" she asked him, the words seemingly being an arduous effort to her.
He laughed quietly, kind of amused. "Thanks? But I need my face, you know? Eyes on the road?" he told her, trying to keep looking at the road. Thankfully, Clarke let go of him and he was able to resume driving her home. Clarke kept mumbling incoherent things but he didn't bother to reply. She was seemingly talking to herself until he heard his sister's name tumble from her lips and noticed the incredibly sad look on her face.
"What was that?"
"Owctv awbn m," she told him, her eyes glassier than before.
"Sorry?"
"Shw abwndnd m!" Clarke tried to enunciate but it still came out muffled. But by what he had had understood and the sad look on her face he pieced together what she had tried to say.
"She didn't abandon you, Clarke," he told her, reaching over the middle console to pat her leg.
"Sh dd," she countered and swatted at his arm. "An nw Im stk w yu."
"Well, you are stuck with me. But I'm not that bad, am I?" he tried. Clarke looked like she might start crying any second and he didn't want to deal with that on top of her being high on laughing gas.
Clarke heaved an almost theatrical sigh and relented. "Gwss nt."
Apart from her grabbing his face another time, the ride to Clarke's apartment went pretty smoothly. Only when they were stood before her door and neither him nor Clarke could find her key anywhere, things seemed to be going downhill for both of them.
"Fucking hell," Bellamy cursed. But this small expression had the magnitude to make everything even worse and the tears that had pooled in Clarke's eyes before finally fell.
"Shit," Bellamy cursed and tried to usher Clarke back into his car. But she was less than cooperative and kept swatting at his hands, hard. So Bellamy hugged her to his chest in an attempt to try and calm her down.
Clarke sacked against his chest in defeat but didn't stop arguing with him. "Lm m gw."
"I'm not letting you go until you promise to stop hitting me," he told her, his arms tightening just a little bit more around her small form.
"I prmws."
"What was that? I didn't hear you," he teased.
"I prmws!" Clarke tried again and this time he let her go. Had it not been so funny to him he would've taken the utter look of betrayal on Clarke's face seriously.
"Come on, Princess," he told her but the moment he turned around he had to yelp. Turning around to face her, he came face to face with a grinning Clarke, her arms up in surrender.
"Yw swd hittn, nt pwnchn," she told him, the grin not leaving her face.
Bellamy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Well, he hadn't said that pinching was off limits, too. Composing himself he suppressed a laugh, opened the door to the passenger seat of his car and continued. " nside. "
/
The rest of the ride from her apartment to his had been mostly uneventful, just full of Clarke trying to complain about the radio station not playing something worth dance to. He was glad they didn't. He didn't think he could deal with a wriggling Clarke in his car.
When they finally arrived at his apartment, he went around the car to help Clarke out of it. But the moment she stepped outside, something small and metally clattered to the ground.
Both of them stared at it for a moment, considering the object, before Bellamy bent down to pick the key up. Holding it in front of Clarke's face before pocketing it, he told her, "I'm not driving back, you're staying here."
Clarke looked at him with a sheepish smile on her lips but didn't argue. He grabbed her arm and led her towards the door. Usually he would have taken the steps but with a loopy Clarke in tow it was no question that he had to use the elevator.
Clarke had looked sceptical but thankfully hadn't made a scene in the small cabin.
When they finally made it into his apartment, he settled her onto the sofa and turned on the TV. Her eyes had started to seem more and more sleepy until she was almost falling asleep.
Bellamy settled down next to her and Clarke immediately laid her head on his shoulder.
"Swy fw pwnchn y," she told him. The gauze in her mouth and her being sleepy made it almost impossible to decipher. But she seemed to gather that he hadn't understood her which prompted her to lift her head and make little pinching motions with her fingers until he understood and laughed.
"It's okay," he told her amusedly. "Do you want to sleep?"
"Mmh-mh," she mumbled, almost asleep, before she lifted her head again. "Th gwz," she told him and motioned towards her mouth.
"Has it already been an hour? Right, can you do it?" he asked and looked her over.
Clarke nodded sleepily and tried to grab the gauze for a few seconds until she finally succeeded and thrusted the blood-soaked gauze square into Bellamy's hand. He tried not to grimace.
Looking intently at him she nodded, more to herself, and told him, finally clearly without all of the gauze in her mouth, "Thank you." Lifting her head a little more she kissed him smack on the lips, patted his head and laid her head back down onto his shoulder where she promptly fell asleep. Everything had seemed to happen so fast, Bellamy was still frozen, even with a sleeping Clarke on his shoulder and bloody gauze in his hand.
But a small smile still found its way onto his face that evolved into a laugh, and he lightly shook his head before kissing Clarke's head. "I really hope you remember all of what you just did."
A/N: I'm trash, I'm trash, I needed to write this - otherwise I would've never been able to start working on the things I actually need to work on. So, sorry not sorry.
Enjoy, let me know if you do!