Emma sighed and checked her watch waiting in the park she and her Little Sister had agreed to meet in and sighed. Her Little was running late and Emma questioned whether this was the best idea, she wasn't exactly a people person and the idea of hanging out with a seventeen year old and being a mentor was becoming more and more intimidating. But Clarke seemed like a good kid, caring and determined and smart as hell according to her file that Emma got about her. Emma looked up and saw a blonde teenaged girl walking towards her and stood up off the bench she was sitting on.

"Are you Clarke Griffin?" she asked the girl who was looking at her skeptically.

"Yeah are you Emma Swan?" the girl asked.

"Yeah, um I guess I'm your Big Sister," Emma said awkwardly holding out her hand for Clarke to shake. Thankfully Clarke took it and shook her hand smiling softly.

"So what did you have in mind? To bond I guess," Clarke asked putting her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

"I saw there were painting lessons at a nearby art supply store that might be fun, since it said in your file you like to draw and stuff, would you want to do that?" Emma asked hoping Clarke would say yes because she had no idea of what else to do that didn't sound completely unoriginal.

"Yeah that'd be fun, let's do it," Clarke said and the both of them started walking the few blocks to the store and making small talk about food and TV shows and Emma starts growing more comfortable and it seems like Clarke does too as they enter the art store happily talking about the upcoming Agent Carter miniseries.

"She was seriously one of the best parts of the first Captain America movie," said Clarke sitting down at one of the easels that were set up around a bowl of fruit that they were supposed to be painting. Emma agreed and sat down next to her and picked up a paintbrush and paused trying to remember everything her favorite high school art teacher taught her before she had to transfer to another school and another foster family. She looked over at Clarke's and saw that the girl was busily painting base coats for the fruits and the bowl, Emma could already tell hers was going to be amazing. They painted together side by side, not saying much to each other both too focused on their paintings, every so often the instructor would walk around and look at people's paintings and offer suggestions. After Emma put the finishing touches on her painting she looked over at Clarke's to see a beautiful painting done in black and white with varying shades of grey.

"That's amazing kid, I didn't know you were that talented," Emma said as she stood up off her stool and placed her canvas over in the corner of the room to dry.

"Thanks, yours is pretty good too," Clarke said placing her canvas next to Emma's, "I can show you some different techniques if you want, for next time."

"Yeah that'd be great, I haven't painted much since high school, it feels good to do it again. Now what do you say to getting a coffee and a snack or something while these dry?" Emma asked.

"Sounds great, I was getting a little hungry," Clarke said as they walked out of the store to a nearby Starbucks.

"So what are your favorite subjects in school?" Emma asked as they sat down at a small table by the window.

Clarke took a sip of her latte and thought for a moment, "The classes at my high school are all okay but I really like the Political Science class I'm taking at Bunker Hill," she said.

"You're taking college classes while still in high school?" Emma asked breaking off a piece of the banana bread they were sharing.

"Yeah it's actually not that bad, one of my friends, Monty, is also taking an engineering class there so it helps to have someone I know there," Clarke said. "What did you do again?"

"I'm a bail bondsperson," Emma said taking a drink from her mocha.

"That sounds intense," Clarke observed.

"It can be, but it pays the bills," Emma shrugged and checked her watch, "I think our paintings should be dry by now, want to go pick them up and then I can take you home?" Emma asked finishing off her drink.

"Sure," Clarke said standing up and taking the last bite of banana bread and smiling. They walked back to the art store and grabbed their paintings and loaded them into Emma's bug and Clarke gave Emma her address as they settled into their seats, Emma switching on the radio to her favorite radio station that was currently playing "Blank Space" by Taylor Swift.

"Oh turn it up I love this song!" Clarke said buckling her seatbelt and smiling. Emma chuckled and turned it up and began driving. Soon they were both singing along at the top of their lungs and laughing.

"GOTTA LONG LIST OF EX-LOVERS THAT'LL TELL YOU I'M INSANE, BUT I'VE GOT A BLANK SPACE BABY AND I'LL WRITE YOUR NAME!" they both sang with large smiles on their faces.

"All right mates that was "Blank Space" by Taylor Swift, now I never really liked this girl's music but I have to admit, this song and the whole album is brilliant. Seriously give it a try, she might surprise you. I'm Killian Jones for WUMD radio and up next is we have some Arctic Monkeys hope you all enjoy," the voice from the radio says.

"Taylor Swift to Arctic Monkeys? This guy is kind of all over the place isn't he?" Clarke says turning down the music a bit.

"Yeah but that's kind of what I like about it, he just plays whatever he wants," Emma said pulling in front of Clarke's house. They get out and pull their paintings out of the back seat, Clarke holds out her painting to Emma.

"Here I want you to have this, so that you can remember our first outing together," she said pushing the canvas into Emma's hands. Emma looked at her and smiles softly, holding out her own painting to Clarke.

"Then I guess you should have mine, a gift from your Big Sister." Clarke smiled and took the canvas.

"Thanks Emma and thanks for taking me out," she said

"Do you want to do something next weekend? Go down to the harbor maybe?" Emma asked.

"Yeah I'd like that," Clarke said, turning and walking to her front door. She turned and waved before unlocking her door. Emma smiled and waved back to her before getting back into her car.

Bellamy rushed into the radio station, dropping his backpack on the floor and flopping onto the couch in the waiting room.

"Hey Bell, how was school?" David asked from his big comfy armchair as he waited for Killian to finish his show.

"Eh same shit different day, is my Big Brother ready to bond and mentor me?" Bellamy asked.

"Yeah he's wrapping up his show now," David replied looking over as Killian unlocked the heavy door to the studio and walked into the waiting room.

"Hello Lad, you ready for me to instill my knowledge of the world onto you?" Killian said a wide smile spreading over his face. Bellamy picked up his backpack and followed Killian into the back room. After having Killian as his Big Brother for 3 years, they had settled into a routine: Bellamy does some homework while Killian listens to new music to play during his show. Killian has even been asking for his input about new music, Bellamy was shocked when Killian had asked his opinion of a new band, he was very much a person who liked to make his own decisions about what to play during his show.

"So I heard you actually played that Taylor Swift song," Bellamy said smirking at Killian.

"What can I say? It's a pretty good song, tell Octavia thank you and happy birthday from me," Killian said with a sly smile.

"I will, if I ever get through this Political Science homework," Bellamy pouts and pulls out his laptop and Poli Sci text book.

"Bloody Hell what are they teaching you kids these days?" Killian says picking up the text book and weighing it in his hands.

"How to run the world apparently, and this one girl in my class probably will someday," Bell says opening his laptop to look at the essay prompt.

"Oh so there's a girl?" Killian teases and Bellamy glares at him.

"It's nothing, just some blonde girl who is so freaking smart and diplomatic she may end up being the next damn president."

"Well remind me to vote for her," Killian jokes and grabs so CDs he still needs to review from a shelf and heads to his desk and plops down in his chair.

"You'd need to be an America citizen to do that you know."

"Ah well just vote for her twice I suppose, now get to doing that homework College Boy," Killian says putting a CD in the player and filling the space with whatever new up and coming band's CD it was. Bell set to work writing his paper, getting it half finished before Octavia texted asking to be picked up from the mall.

"Hey Killian you mind giving me and O a ride home?" Bellamy asked.

"Not at all mate, you want to grab some food on the way home?"

"Sure, let's get some Chinese," Bellamy said saving his essay and putting his laptop and textbook in his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. Killian drove them to the mall to pick up Octavia and they stopped at their favorite take out place to get their food before Killian dropped them off in front of their apartment building.

"Thanks Killian," Octavia called behind her as she let herself into the building.

"Your welcome lass," Killian said waving to her, "Hey Bell, did you want to go sailing next weekend? After the show?"

"Yeah that sounds great, I'll see you then," Bellamy said walking behind his sister and into his apartment.

AN: So I hope you guys like this, it's been percolating in my head for a while but because of finals and traveling home I haven't gotten a chance to sit down and write it out.