Clarke was feeling especially happy today. She was having a wonderful day at work, and her next patient on her list to see was John Murphy. He was recovering fast now, and should be out of the hospital in a few days, which to be honest gave Clarke mixed emotions. Although she wasn't going to tell Raven that, she couldn't giver her the satisfaction of being right. Clarke still found Murphy irritating, but Clarke's initial feeling of hatred towards him had died down in the past week or so. Not that it meant she was having any other feeling for him of course, what with her and Bellamy so happy at the moment she really didn't want anything to jeopardise that. Murphy was just, well very different to Bellamy in almost every way, maybe Clarke just couldn't believe that in the space of two months she had had two people end up on her operating table whom she had feelings for, when the last person who had caught her eye had almost ruined her life. Maybe it was just that, the novelty of people interested in her. Clarke shuddered at the unfamiliarity or it, it was weird. Anyway, Murphy knew that she had a boyfriend, not that he knew who Bellamy was of course, and tonight Clarke had a feeling that Bellamy was taking her out on an extra special date to mark their two month anniversary. It wasn't really an anniversary Clarke thought, two months isn't exactly something to celebrate, if it were up to her they wouldn't do anything special until they had been together for six months, or even a year. However she wanted to appease Bellamy, and this is what Bellamy wanted to do, and how could she complain? Bellamy spoiled her. Clarke took a deep breath, and stood outside Murphy's door, composing herself before she went in.

"Afternoon Murphy, how you feeling today?" Clarke said walking into his room and pulling his chart of the end of his bed.

"Morning Clarke, looking gorgeous as usual." Murphy grinned at her.

"Come on Murphy, first of all it's Dr. Griffin, and you know I have a boyfriend." Clarke rolled her eyes at him, but inside secretly liked the compliments he gave her. Even though she was sure they weren't genuine.

"So? Can't I give my amazing doctor, who happened to save my life by the way, a few compliments to show my thanks." Murphy looked at her and raised his eyebrows innocently.

"Nope, that's not allowed, otherwise you'll inflate my ego to much." Clarke giggled, and she was sure that to anybody else, she would sound like she was flirting with him. Which she wasn't, by the way.

"Aw come on doc, you know that's not possible." Murphy winked at her.

"Anyway, I came here to check your vitals, not just because I enjoy your company." Clarke walked over to Murphy, lifted up his shirt and began examining his incision site. She felt her heart rate increase as she got closer to him and examined his stomach. Clarke could feel Murphy's sharp intake of breath every time she touched him. Dammit Clarke, what was wrong with her. All she was doing was giving a simple examination to a patient, whom she did not have feelings for she reminded herself, so why was this so different? She gave hundreds of these every week, but yet this one here, looking at Murphy's smooth stomach, she couldn't help but compare it to Bellamy's.

"That's not true, you know you enjoy my company Clarke, admit it." Murphy's breath was hot on her skin, making the hairs on the back of her neck tingle.

"Nope, purely for the medicine." She lied, Clarke knew Murphy knew she was lying and she didn't care. She didn't even bother to correct him when he called her Clarke. She looked up at Murphy, their faces inches apart now, and her hands still on his incision site. The tension between them was unreal, Clarke didn't know what would have happened if the door hadn't opened. Luckily enough for her it did, and Clarke jumped away from Murphy as her mother walked into the room.

"Clarke, I was told I would find you here. Is this your motorcycle patient?" Abby Griffin looked from her daughter, to the patient lying in the bed.

"Yes, Mum this is John Murphy, Murphy this is my mum, the elder Dr. Griffin." Clarke made the awkward introductions, seeing Murphy grin out of the corner of her eyes.

"It's nice to meet you Dr. Griffin, I now see where Clarke gets her beauty from." Murphy said to her mother. Clarke felt a slight twinge of sadness at the fact that Murphy's creepy compliments weren't reserved for her only.

"Well thank you, I hope you don't mind but I need to pull my daughter away for a few minutes. Clarke are you done here?" Abby looked at Clarke expectantly, making Clarke jump again.

"Yes, I was just finishing here. Bye Murphy I'll see you tomorrow." Clarke began to follow her mother out the door.
"Bye Clarke! It was nice to meet you Dr. Griffin." Clarke scrunched her face up in embarrassment at him calling her Clarke in front of her mother.

"Hi Mum, long time no see." Clarke said when they were out of Murphy's room, trying to break the ice.

"Nothing much, I just realised we haven't properly seen each other since the whole Bellamy Blake incident, and I just wanted to see if you were ok. However from that little scene in there I can see that you are well over Mr. Blake." Abby smiled at her daughter, obviously getting the same impression about Murphy and Clarke as Raven had.

"What? Nothing is going on between Murphy and I, and anyway I can't have a relationship with a patient remember?" Clarke said to her mother, bringing up old arguments about Bellamy.

"Oh come on Clarke, you know the only reason you couldn't be with Bellamy was because he was famous, not because he was a patient. I know you're not that naive honey." Abby looked at Clarke sympathetically.

"This a joke, I'm not having this discussion with you anymore. Go and take your double standards somewhere else." Clarke said before storming off. She had always known this was the case, but this little over reaction of Clarke's made sure that Abby would get off her case about Bellamy for good.

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Bellamy was sitting in his living room, guitar on his lap, with absolutely no inspiration. This didn't happen to him. This never happened to him. There was always something to write about, be it something trivial or meaningful. Either way he had never had writers block. Ever. What was he supposed to do now? Maybe it was because he was so goddamn happy at the moment, maybe the stereotypes were right and to be able to write a good song, or in fact write anything at all, you had to be a broody artist with lots of problems. Bellamy had never once thought his happiness would be a bad thing. It had been almost a fortnight since The Grounders come back gig, and him and Clarke were perfect. He had never thought be would be the guy that was head over heels in love with someone, but as it turns out he had become that person. He would send her flowers just because he was thinking of her, or get Octavia to give her a note when she was working. It still felt like a bit of a forbidden romance, but so far there had been no bumps in the road. Bellamy played some chords on his guitar, his brain a mixture of excitement and relief as he thought maybe he had surpassed his writer block, but his feelings faded when he realised that he had just reworked the chords to an old Grounders song. Oh well he thought, he was seeing Clarke in a soon, and he had a special night planned for their two month anniversary. He got up and went to get ready, he was picking Clarke up in half an hour so he had enough time to shower shave and get everything together for their date. Bellamy knew the guy who owned the stage where Clarke's favourite musical The Lion King was shown and tonight they didn't have a show on, so Bellamy had convinced them to let him use the stage for one night. He left his house on time tonight, armed with a picnic basket and his guitar. After the disaster of their last picnic, he figured they could used a second chance.

Bellamy walked up, to Clarke's front door and rang the bell, "hi there," he said giving her a kiss when she opened the door.

"Hi yourself, so are you finally going to tell me what we're doing tonight?" Clarke giggled, she looked adorable tonight, wearing faded blue skinny jeans, a plain grey top and her hair was piled high on her head in a bun.

"Patience young grasshopper, you'll find out soon." Bellamy took her hand and led the way to the theatre. Finally they arrived, after the tube in rush hour took a ten minute journey almost half an hour.

"The Lion King? Are we going to watch it?" Clarke looked up at the poster outside the theatre.

"Not exactly, come over here." Bellamy pulled her around to the stage entrance and led her inside. It was only when the got to centre stage that Clarke's jaw dropped and she looked at Bellamy in awe. Bellamy grinned and pulled the picnic blanket out of his bag.

"I thought, considering the disaster that was our last picnic, this might make up for it." He said, taking out a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Well thank you very much Bellamy, this means a lot." Clarke smiled shyly at Bellamy. Their evening went wonderfully he thought, they talked and they laughed, he played her songs and then watched her attempt to play the guitar, which for him was the most amusing part of the evening. In fact this whole evening had cemented the fact that he was in love with this girl, Bellamy Blake loved Clarke Griffin. He knew it had only been two months but everything had happened so quickly and was going so well. Bellamy looked at the girl in front of him and had the urge to kiss her. He leaned over the food and kissed her gently, she reciprocated and he tugged her over onto his lap. They must have sat their for some time, Bellamy's kisses saying everything he was too scared to say out loud, and telling himself that he would never ever get sick of kissing this girl.

"Clarke," He said, pulling away from her.

"What's wrong Bell?" She looked all over his face for answers but couldn't find any.

"Clarke, these past two months have been the best of my life, and that is largely because of you." Bellamy's heart began beating faster and faster, he knew what he was going to say, and his heart was telling him to blurt it out already but his head was holding him back.

"Aw thank you, I'm having the time of my life too." Clarke grinned at him, in her usual carefree relaxed manner that Bellamy brought out in her.

"Clarke Griffin, I'm falling in love with you. Like head over heels in love with you. I'm in so deep I can never get out." Dammit, that was too intense he thought, Bellamy had probably just scared her off now.

"Bell, I love you too." Clarke replied, almost to quick for him to comprehend it. He scanned her face for any sign of emotion but she kissed him before he had gotten a good look. She loved him. Clarke Griffin loved Bellamy Blake. He couldn't believe how lucky he was.

—

Bellamy loved her. Bellamy loved her. Not just love. Head over heals madly in love with her. She couldn't believe it, in many ways it was more of a shock than anything. It made her so happy to hear it that she said it back, but there was doubt in her heart. She kissed him again before he noticed but she couldn't keep another name out of her head. John Murphy. He was the one that made her question her relationship with Bellamy. She did love Bellamy though, of course she did, Clarke thought.

Didn't she?