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So Misunderstood They Say (You're Up to No Good)

The Monday before their christmas vacation Clarke and Bellamy lock themselves in one of the on-call rooms at the hospital, tangled in a mess of blankets and each others clothes. At first she felt weird having sex in the on-call rooms especially since there were apparently a set of rule while using them and you can count that doing what they were doing was on there. But after a while she came to realize that it didn't matter—at least not anymore for the act it's self is simply too fun and too rewarding to calculate any risk involving it.

Her pager buzzed on the bedside table beside them made Clarke groan in frustration as she reached out for it. 911, R. 204. It flashed her way. But Bellamy was unfazed by the device, in fact he took it from her hand and turned it's ringer off coaxing her back down against the mattress. This only brought a tortured smile upon the blonds lips for she didn't want to stop but knew she had to go.

"I really have to go, Bell." She groaned once again before realizing a big sigh. And with a disappointed smile he nodded and climbed off her and rolled aside allowing her to get dressed. "It's funny," He began staring up at her with a smirk watching as she dressed before him. "If you took your clothes off as fast as you put them on we might have a little more time, Princess." But the comment earned him a pillow to the face.

"You know, for a pretty boy, you talk too much." She replied showing she too, was capable of throwing playful shade his way,.

"You think I'm pretty?" He asked stupidly batting this eyes before he crawled to the side of the cot-bed and stood on his knee's catching her in an embrace from behind. "Bellamy I don't have time!" She giggle for she couldn't help herself. And somehow she struggled free of his grip as he fell back against the mattress and she searched the floor for the scrub shirt she couldn't quite place.

"Is my top anywhere in there?" She asked referring to the mountain of blankets, sliding her shoes on. "Thanks."

Bellamy dug around for a moment before throwing it her way and climbing out to put his clothes on as well. "Tonight?" He questioned and Clarke bit her lip attempting to remember what time her shift ended.

The pager went off once again.

"Fuck—uh, I'm on call tonight, so just swing by the hospital if you want." She stumbled through her words as she brought her hands up behind her head attempting to tie her blond lock into a ponytail, the hair tie secured between her teeth at the moment.

"Yeah, okay—"

But the room suddenly flooding with light from the door swinging door caught them both off guard. And all that ran through Clarke mind was shit shit shit shit shit. It took the man all of two seconds to realize what was happening before he shielded his eyes away. "Oh, god!" He nearly shouted in horror as Bellamy scrambled to put his reminding clothes on. Although it was clear what was going on Clarke found herself praying she could lie herself out of this one as well.

"Clarke, Bellamy?!" The familiar voice erupted from the doorway. She didn't want to look, in fact she was purposely avoiding eye contact with him our of pure horror and embarrassment for she knew exactly who it was standing there before them.

"Oh fuck." She cursed sharply to herself before standing up and facing him. Bellamy found it extremely difficult not laugh at the hilarity of the situation.

Out of all things that could happen.

"Finn!" Clarke greeted with a tight lipped smile and before she could say another word, her pager erupted in her hand once again and wanting to get out of this situation as soon as she could she literally ran out of the room and disappeared leaving the two men wide-eye and confused. Finn was so blindsided by this he paced away only getting a few feet away before turning back and shouting. "You and Clarke?!" There was a distance crazy look on the face at didn't faze Bellamy, only amused him for he wasn't threaten by this guy.

"Yeah, dude." He stated simply.

And once again, and enraged Finn stormed off leaving Bellamy with a stupid smile on his face in realization of what had just happened.

This day had been a disaster in Clarke's terms. It started off pretty well, but the moment Finn Collins stood on the other side of that door frame attempting to shield his eyes from the scene of Bellamy and her hastily throwing their clothes on it had crashed and burned to the ground without a doubt.

She attempted to fool herself thinking it could've been way worse than it actually was—her mother, the Chief of Surgery, could've walked in on them instead of her ex-fiancé. And that would've been a whole other thing considering not only was this type of "activity" as her mother would state, not tolerated in a healing place, but she wouldn't approve of Bellamy for the simple fact that he was not Finn Collins.

Never-the-less she attempted to avoid Finn the rest of the day. And this surprisingly proved difficult for it seemed he was present around every corner and behind every door.

Things were just starting to get good between us again and I just had to go and screw it all up.

But she managed to do a pretty good job of staying out of his sight that is until a car crash victim was rolled in that had massive internal bleeding in his chest cavity from his heart and were forced to call him up for a cardio consult.

"Dr. Griffin what do we have here?" He demanded pulling a pair of rubber gloves on as a nurse dressed with a scrub suit. "Unresponsive, unstable male, estimated late twenties, major internal hemorrhage in the chest cavity due to impact—we need a consult on—" Clarke quickly explained but was cut off by the sharp tone in his voice.

"Why didn't you call me when you got this guy in here, he's going into hypervolemic shock!" Finn shouted among the chaos. "We just did, Dr. Collins!" Clarke defended having no time to shoot him a dirty look even thought she wanted nothing more. Finn said nothing as he immediately examined the patient, shaking his head. "We got to get him up to surgery right now if he has a chance!" He stated in disappointment. It was never a good thing when they had skip the diagnosing tests and rush to emergency surgery.

Clarke nodded, releasing a clamp on the rails of the gurney and brought them up, a nurse on the other side doing the same thing. The last thing she wanted to do that day especially after what happened that morning was standing in a surgery she knew would take hours.

"I need suction over here." Finn states attempting to focus all this attention on his work. Clarke re-adjusted the conductive suction-tubing by the area, and said nothing not wanting to get even more on his bad side. She could tell he was ticked.

"Clamp." He requested, extending his hand to the scrub nurse by his side. Apparently the expression on her face was bothering him for he glanced her way with a glare."Is there something you need to say, Dr. Griffin?" He questioned rather sternly fro the feeling of her eyes burning through him was getting fairly annoying. But Clarke just shook her head and gazed back down at the surgical field.

"No."

"Really? Because it doesn't seem like it…" He exhaled stopping for a moment. "Julie, hang another unit of blood."

"Are you implying something, Doctor?"

But he just shrugged and continued his work not looking up for a second. "I'm simply stating it seems you have a lot on your mind—"

"This is not the time or place, as a matter of fact, to be discussing personal matters, Dr. Collins." She politely stated hoping he'd just let her be and not have to walk cryptic circles around the topic in front of a whole surgical staff.

"So then why did you bring your personal matters in his hospital?" His voice was strained and tense and usually all it took was one glance in his eyes and Clarke immediately knew where they stood and how to fix it. But today that was proving hard, granted they were in the middle of surgery, their hands deep into a patient's chest but he still hadn't looked at her once.

Her eyes narrowed and she shoulders straightened at his new challenge. "I'm sorry, how does this have anything to do with—?"

"Damn it!" He mumbled sharply in response to their work. He had successfully stopped the bleeding but there was more than one tear. "There's another opening somewhere…" He spoke digging around the patient with an ever present frown. Immediately Clarke was immersed back into their work.

"There seems to be some heavy tiss—" She wanted to point out but was quickly cute of by the surgeon.

"I need complete silence, Dr. Griffin." He snapped making Clarke take a mental step back.

And then suddenly an alarm went off. "He's losing too much blood, Finn. You need to find the source of the bleeding now!" Clarke cried out as the surgical field suddenly flooded with more blood. She began to grab laps and throw them in, abandoning the suction all together.

"BP is 90/60, Doctor!" A scrub nurse shouted in warming.

"Damn it!" Finn cursed, not stopping at all. "Come on, come on, come one…" He mumbled rapidly. "If I could just—"

"BP 80/40." Clarke then stated watching the numbers as they dropped. "He's spiraling." And just like that another wave of alarms rang. "He's in B-Vib!" The nurse cried once again. "Crap. Dr. Griffin hand me the internal defibrillator!" And without hesitation, she did exactly that.

"Charge to 200, push one of epi." He requested once again positioning the internal paddles on the patents heart. "Clear!" He shouted and Clarke removed her hands from the patient, hands soaked in blood as the Finn shocked the victim.

But nothing happened.

"Alright, charge to 300, push another epi!" He exclaimed getting ready to repeat the process. "Clear!"

But again, his heart remanned still.

Clarke and Collins exchanged glances, the first, for a fraction of a second. She shook her hear ever so faintly, and Finn knew it was a lost cause. But he didn't want to believe it. "Again!" He yelled stripping his eyes from hers and back to the field. He didn't want to give up, not yet.

"Finn—" Clarke attempted to call him but he wouldn't have it and he shocked the patient once again.

There was an ominous feeling that erupted in the room. Everyone stood still nearly holding their breaths waiting for an outcome they knew would never come. The patients heart remained still and for some reason Finn was taking it harder than Clarke had ever seen him take.

"He's gone, Finn." She mumbled, and he grimaced when she spoke his name, everything suddenly changing.

Collins gave his team a curt nod and let his hand rest against the patents chest for a moment not quiet ready to let go just yet.

"I'll call it." Clarke suggested but he shook his head not wanting her to do so. "No. I will…" He took another moment closing his head and recollecting himself before he let out an disappointed exhale. "Time of death, 20:57PM." And with that the nurse switched the alarms off. Clarke removed her mask and gloves watching Finn closely for he still hand't moved.

"Do you want me close for you—?" She asked faintly.

"No." He shook his head, snapping back to reality as he straightened up. "You're free to go, Clarke."

After that surgery Clarke couldn't help but noticed how bothered Finn was. Sure they lost a fairly young patient on the table but Finn was experienced in all this. He knew what he was doing and whether good or bad, was used to the outcome. She just hoped some alone time for him was going to help somehow. Her plan was to initially keep avoiding him, and let him cool off by himself, but the moment she passed the door for the staircase and from the corner of her eye spotted an inch of his figure sitting there, she couldn't quite help herself.

She abruptly stopped for a moment debating if it was a good idea or not, but eventually opened the door knowing she could come up with a million reasons to leave or stay. Finn looked up for a second but upon seeing who it turned his gaze away. "I don't want to talk, if thats what you're here for." He mumbled lowly. He was sitting at the foot of the stairs cradling his head in his hands and Clarke took a seat beside him, keeping her hands to herself.

The last time they were there was more than a year ago, after she had just lost a patient she really liked, right before they broke up. She remembers his arms wrapped around her back, holding her tight as she tried not to look so vulnerable in his eyes.

"Good. 'Cause I just came here to sit." She stated, not wanting to seem to eager. She never waned him to find out—especially the way he did. But it happened and now she had to take care of the casualties—or, the casualty, really.

"Clarke," He began, pausing for a long moment. She wasn't sure if he was protesting her being there, or had something on his mind, but either way she could tell there he had a lot on his mind. "our patient's friends are here. I have to talk to them. I have to tell them."

"His friends?" Clarke questioned avoiding the topic of what she knew really bothered him for a moment before attempting to discuss it. "Yeah, uh, the guys parents are dead. Couldn't get ahold of his next of kin, so they went down on the emergency list until they got a hold of someone." He shrugged and a small uncomfortable ball began to form in the pit of Clarke's stomach.

"Oh god." She mumbled. "Uh, I'll come with you—"

"It's nothing I can't handle—"

"No one said you couldn't handle anything, Finn." Clarke clarified letting their tense silence hang in the air around them for several moments as she gathered the up the courage to speak once again.

"This isn't really about the patient is it?" She posed it as a question but it came out more like a statement than anything else.

His silence answered her question. "Yeah, I thought so—"

"I really don't—I…" Finn struggled attempting to find the right words but failing. "You and Bellamy?" He stumbled not wanting to look up at her. "I just don't get it."

But the blond just swallowed hoping it would buy her enough time to really explain it, or at lease figure out what she wanted to say. "I didn't either." She began still not really knowing where she was going with it. "It's nothing serious, okay?" She doesn't understand why she has this need to explain herself to him, for she shouldn't. Maybe it was because he caught them in such a manner and she felt guilty or maybe it was because in someway she still cared about him. scratch that, of course she still cared about him.

She always would, for he was so much more than her boyfriend. He was her friend first, and at some point was even her best friend. He took care of her on the nights the revenge for her mothers actions took too much of a toll on her, he was there the moment she heard the news about Well's death, he helped her sober up to some extent and realize that there was more to life than torturing her mother with her actions.

Finn just gazed at her, not really recognizing the person who sat before him. Never had she felt like a complete stranger before.

She stands, almost pacing.

"Things were finally getting better between us." She faintly revealed. Her voice so genuine it hurt him he didn't want to believe it. He nodded. For they were. They were just starting to get back to the things were.

"We're just having fun, Finn. It's been no—"

"That's what you're calling it?" He frowns, his voice laced with nothing other than a mixture of anger and confusion. He stood meeting her height. "How is that supposed to make me feel better?" He shakes his head in disappointment, attempting to find a piece of the Clarke he once knew beneath that new face.

"Do your friends even know?" He questioned analyzing her the gaunt expression on her face. He didn't know why exactly but he got the feeling that he just uncovered something important for the moment he posed that question Clarke went silent. "They don't, do they?" He mumbled. He was almost smiling out of disbelief.

"No." Clarke stated. They don't know. And I'd appreciate it if it stayed that way."

This time he scoffed, his head bobbing in attempt to wrap his brain around the fact that his ex-fiancé was sleeping around. "Right, because you're in the position to ask favors right now."

Suddenly her eyes widened in shock for she couldn't remember a time Finn acted as nasty as he did. She wanted to say something, scream, shout, hit him upside the head for good measure, that was until she remembered he wasn't worth it. She shook her head ever so slightly in disappointment not really knowing how to respond to such a thing.

"It's like I don't even know who you are anymore…" He continued in realization. He wanted the words to hurt as much as her actions did him. And so far, it was working for both the adults stood their ground, faces cold stone and distressed.

Clarke frowned, offended by his statement. "We're not the same people anymore, Finn!" She defended. "I thought we both agreed that's the reason we broke things off—!" She nearly shouted. Suddenly she didn't feel so bad for him anymore.

"No you're right, we did change, because the Clarke I know would never throw herself at guys any chance she gets—well, at least not this Clarke."

"I am not throwing myself at guys here!" This time she yelled anger boiling her blood. "Bellamy is someone I can trust—he—he's my friend, and you know what? I don't think I need to explain myself to you—"

"Then why are you?!"

Clarke saw the fury run through his eyes. "Out of courtesy for you!"

"Well you know what? Next time you're feeling courteous—keep it to your damn self!" He finished storming out into the hallway, leaving a confused and hurt Clarke to dwell on her thoughts in the staircase.

You will not believe the day I had.

She writes to Bellamy, not knowing who else to talk about the subject. She slides her phone in her pocket waiting for a reply as she stood in the open hallway frame that connected to the waiting room. She watched as Finn delivered the news to a small group of people who couldn't be any older than her. A man sank back into his seat in confusion, a woman with blood-shot eyes being comforted by another as the rest just stood, shock running through their tired and desperate bodies.

And she can't look away.

Finn crouches to meet the seated man's height and he offers a condolence she can't hear from so far away. She hears a sob—a desperate cry erupt from his mouth as the pain takes over. She watched as Finn placed a hand on his shoulder and stayed with them, answering any and all questions they may have.

She turns away attempting to ignore the set of goosebumps that traveled down her arms, her phone thankfully buzzing.

I'm almost there, tell me about it over dinner? Bellamy responds.

Sure.

She texts back taking moment before sending another.

But you're buying.

I'm always buying. He answers.

A small smile erupts on her face as her mind forces the feelings together attempting to forget what she saw just moments before. Well, you're always suggesting dinner.

Fine. I'll be there in 10.

Bellamy can't remember the number of times he's lost his way inside that hospital. It could very well be the fact that every floor looks the same or the signs are confusing, but nearly every time he visits this specific facility, whether to meet with Clarke, visit a wounded cop or, or even for a simple a check up, he loses his way. According to a nurse the cafeteria was on the second floor in the west wing—whatever that meant to him because he had no sense of direction at the moment.

He figured if he walked around long enough he'd stumble across it. And he would've too, if it hadn't been for the near-blinding fist that aimed for his face.

The attack came out of no where and he had to take a moment, to recollect what had just happened, his hand holding the side of his eye.

"What the hell man?!" He shouted attempting to keep his balance, his eyes searching for the perpetrator who caused it.

A furious Finn Collin's stood before him, fist clenched, eyes sharp and narrow as if staring through his soul. "You know what that was for!" He yelled shaking his now bruised fist. People around them stopped in shock and just as Bellamy was about to defend himself two security guards appeared keeping them apart.

"What in the world is going on here?!" Another voice erupted among the mess and instantly the two men stopped struggling and straighten themselves out for the chief of surgery was standing before them. It was funny, she felt more like a principal among two delinquents than anything else.

"He just attacked me!" Bellamy explained holding his eye. From the corner of his eye he could Clarke approach the small crowd in confusion, then upon realization slowly back away, keeping her distance. The last person she literally wanted involved was her mother. "I will not tolerate any kind of violence in my hospital!"

"How dare you show your face here again—"!

"Take the day, Dr. Collins!" Abby Griffin raised her voice as she turn to face him with a demeaning look. "Look he just walked—"

"Take the day!" She cut him off once more standing her threatening ground, watching as he brushed the guards off and walked away. After this Clarke quickly approached the circle, pushing through. "Alright, everybody, clear out. There's nothing to see here." Abby demanded. She held such voiced with these people they instantly did as she told.

"Can we get some ice here, please?" She requested and immediately one of the nurses scrambled away as she turned back to Bellamy.

"I assume you're here for..?" The older Griffin questioned. "He's meeting me for dinner." Clarke butt in aimlessly.

The nurse can back handing the Chief of Surgery an ice packet. "Here, put this on your eye."

"Thanks."

"You two care to tell me what that was all about?" Abby then questioned authoritivly.

The two before her quickly glanced at one another before turning back to the older Griffin and shrugged. "No idea."

"None what-so-ever." Bellamy finished her sentence.

And Abby just peered suspiciously between the two for a moment hoping one of them will crack under the pressure. "Fine. You're clear to go. But Officer Blake?" She questioned with an intimidating threatening smile. "If you ever cause a ruckus like that in my hospital again I will have to restrict your access here, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." Bellamy quickly answered.

"Good. Abby smiled genuinely before turning to her daughter. "Come see me after your shift tonight, Clarke." And with that she made her exit into another hallway, never turning to look back.

"You know, your mom's pretty intimidating." Bellamy declared with a sly smug. "Oh that? Nah, you should see the dinner parties she throws—those are intimidating." Clarke explained dragging him along. "Want to grab dinner somewhere else? I'm getting tired of this place." Clarke questioned.

"I thought that was implied." Bellamy teased, holding the ice packet to his eye.

An hour later they find themselves at a hightop table at O'Malley's pub across the street eating burgers and sharing fries. Dinner had been interesting, from Bellamy attempting to recount what had just happened to Clarke not understanding what was going through Finn's mind when he spotted Bellamy. But however funny and strange the incident proved, Clarke came to the realization that they had no logical explanation of how to explain this to their friends. For this was obviously something they couldn't hide on account of the purple swell on Bellamy's eye.

"How're you gonna explain that to Octavia?" The Blond inquired as she popped a fry in her mouth with a slight smile. It took all of three seconds for Bellamy to answer as he rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure this," He points to the purple and brownish baseball on his eye. "comes with the job description, Princess." He stated nearly drowning the rest of their fries in ketchup as she made a face remembering how strong the love for ketchup the Blake siblings share.

"Alright," She shrugged. "but remember last time that happened? She basically made me preform a medical exam on you." They chuckled their fingers tip toeing around the last few fries subconsciously.

"God, you're right. She's gonna freak." He sighed leaning forward.

"You can count on that. Oh well." Clarke exhaled with a dopey smile before checking the time on her watch in disappointment. "I should get back. My second shift starts in five minutes." She mumbled with a yawn.

"I don't understand how you can go back to work right now, it's eight pm. Most adults are home… relaxing." Bellamy mumbled as she gathered her belonging and shrugged in reply. "God, don't remind me what normal adults can do Bell, it makes me extremely jealous—"

"Hey, you wanted to be a surgeon." Bellamy shrugged revealing his famous husky smile.

"Mostly for the pay." She joked throwing a wink his way. "Oh, I'm sure that was the only reason…" His sarcasm was so brilliantly played she nearly got lost in it, leaning across the table and giving him a sweet kiss on the lips before parting.

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Bellamy frowned for a moment before smiling to himself in realization. "uh, y-yeah. Have fun tonight, Princess!" He shouted after her.

Clarke made it half way to the crosswalk when she realized what she had just done. She kissed him. And sure she's obviously kissed him before, but definitely not like that. Not so normally—domestically. Usually they'd be half naked in one of their bedrooms or on-call rooms, not casually kissing goodbye after dinner like some couple. And she didn't exactly mean too—it sort of just happened... naturally.

But for some reason a instead of a frown, a pleased smile plagued the expression on her face as she waited for the little man to turn green.

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Chapter inspired by the song, ljwutbm by Light FM (No, that is not a typo, haha)