So this is my first story in a very long time, please forgive me if I'm rusty! This fic is AU and is based lightly around my second favorite television series (Rookie Blue – check it out!). All the characters are from the CW's The 100 and I do not own the rights to any of them. This is definitely going to be a Bellarke fic (I love Bellarke!) however it is a slow burn (like most relationships), so please have patience with me :)
I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
"Shots, shots, shots, shots" was all that Clarke could hear ringing through the small, but busy, pub located across from the 13 division police station in the center of downtown Toronto. It felt as though she and the other rookies had been at the pub for only minutes before people were shoving drinks and shots down their throats.
"Come on Clarke, lighten up a little- have a drink!" Raven Reyes shouted next to her. The fact that Raven was even having to shout to her at such a close proximity was enough to convince Clarke that this was definitely not her type of bar. But of course, as a rookie of 13 division she knew she had to go along with the charade and the initiation if she ever stood a chance of being taken seriously as a police officer.
"If only it was just a drink, I think I've had about ten and we've been here for half an hour!" Clarke yelled back.
"Well in that case, one more won't kill you" said Raven with a wicked grin and she pushed another shot glass towards her.
Clarke sighed warily at the shot glass in front of her before shrugging her shoulders and holding her glass up. "Bottoms up!" Raven yelled, and Clarke grimaced as she felt the sour liquid run down her throat. Raven grinned at her before motioning towards the bartender to get them another round.
"Okay guys, I'm pretty sure every male cop here is hot. How am I ever going to choose just one?" Octavia Blake sighed dramatically, as she appeared at Clarke's side.
"Ah, such turmoil Octavia, honestly I don't know how you get through the day" Clarke joked, but Octavia punched her lightly on the arm nonetheless.
"This is no joking matter, I'm pretty sure I would do just about every guy in this room" Octavia declared. Clarke rolled her eyes, of course Octavia would be more focused on the fact that the men in the room happened to be on the attractive side, rather than the fact that tomorrow was their first real day as cops.
Raven meandered her way through the crowd at bar to overhear the tail end of the girl's conversation and she chuckled, "Every guy in the room? Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't your brother in this division? That's a bit twisted O, even for you". Octavia glared at Raven for a moment and then brushed her comment off, "Well I'll have you know that my brother isn't actually in this room. Yes he's a part of this division, but he's off on some special mission, he doesn't talk about it much. Come to think of it I haven't heard from him in weeks," she pondered.
Clarke knew it was strange for Octavia to not hear from her infamous brother. Although Clarke had never laid eyes on him before, Octavia talked about him constantly, reciting all of his heroic police stories to the girls as they fought their way through the academy.
If Clarke was being honest with herself, some of those stories had inspired her to keep going with the academy, which had been difficult considering how much her mother had wanted her to go back to Medical school.
"Maybe you can ask Sergeant Jaha about him tomorrow. I'm sure there's a reason why he hasn't been in contact" Clarke suggested, knowing well that Octavia would soon begin to worry.
"Yeah, I guess you're right, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about" said Octavia, although the look on her face said otherwise.
"Alright you two, enough talk about work and responsibilities. You guys look like you could use another drink" said Raven, "Come on, I bet we give that bartender one look and we get our drinks for free", she winked as she made her way back over to the bar. Octavia laughed and followed the dark haired girl, clearly with the same intentions in mind.
Clarke waited back for a few moments, in awe of the confidence her two friends always seem to exude. They were so similar to one another, but yet so different at the same time. Octavia was beautiful and exotic looking, with her tanned complexion, long silky brown hair and bright blue eyes; she always had the attention of every male in the room. Clarke thought back to when she first met Octavia at the academy. Having left home and medical school in such a rush, Clarke had joined the academy without really thinking. She had always known she wanted to help save lives, and since medicine wasn't working out she figured policing was the next best thing.
Clarke had been sitting alone in her first class when Octavia had plopped down in the chair next to her. "I've got to say, these outfits may not do much for us females, but they certainly highlight the best assets of our male counterparts" Octavia had said to her as she glanced almost hungrily around the room. Clarke could remember laughing as Octavia continued on about her notion on men in uniforms and how she might need "saving " soon. It didn't take long for the two of them to become inseparable.
Raven joined the two girls during their second year at the academy. She had transferred in from another unit, and rumour had it she'd gotten kicked out for starting too many brawls outside of work. Raven claimed that they'd wanted her in 13 division because it was a tough neighbourhood and she had wicked street sense, but Clarke still had her suspicions. Although Raven did have her shortcomings, she was loyal to the core and had the biggest heart. Adding that to the fact that she was breathtakingly beautiful with her long dark hair, dark skin and killer body; she was definitely a force to be reckoned with.
If Octavia and Raven were in any way different from one another, then Clarke was in another universe entirely. With her long curly blond hair, fair skin, bright blue eyes and trained but still curvy body, she stuck out like a sore thumb.
But it wasn't just Clarke's appearance that often had her wishing that she was more like her two friends, it was also who she was as a person. Clarke had always been the responsible one between the three girls. Always the one holding back Raven's hair as she puked her guts out after a night on the town, always the one on the phone with Octavia for hours as she cried over her latest breakup. Although Clarke didn't mind so much, sometimes she wished she could let loose and be the irresponsible one for a change.
"Hey, space case over there!" Clarke snapped out of her thoughts to see her two friends waving at her from the bar, holding three drinks and grinning from ear to ear. Clarke made her way through the crowd to her friends and smiled as they handed her a drink.
"What were you pondering about over there? You looked like you were trying to find the meaning of life" laughed Raven as she sipped her drink.
"Not pondering life so much as pondering my life. I just wish I could learn to let go like you two fools" Clarke laughed.
"Well then, let's take this year to make a change" Raven said, "Octavia can learn to be less of a slut- Ow" she muttered in response to Octavia's light jab.
"Clarke can learn to be more of a slut – err I mean to let loose", "-And Raven can learn to be less of a self-righteous bitch" Octavia interrupted with a laugh.
"Self-righteous bitch? Me? I'm flattered" Raven said in a mocking voice.
"No this is a good idea guys, really." Said Clarke as she glanced between her two friends.
"Well let's make a toast already, otherwise it won't feel official" claimed Octavia.
"To making a change!" the three girls cheered as they clinked their glasses together and finished their drinks. As the warm liquid ran down her throat and tingled in her chest, Clarke began to feel better already. She could do this, get away from the old Clarke and make a new one.
She motioned to her friends to get them another drink at the bar, but not before the catching the eye of someone sitting at the other end. His long brown hair hung slightly in his eyes and his lips were curved up in a smile as he held his glass up to her in mock cheers. She smiled back, shyly a first, but then she lifted her shoulders in confidence and gave him a quick wink. Yes, this year would be different. She would make a change.