A one shot where best friends Clarke and Bellamy loves to take nap after rough days.

Modern AU. Requested by Ula (@Dnalow).

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Bellamy was in the tiny kitchen of their apartment, trying to reproduce a recipe he had seen on television. He was holding an egg, trying to figure out what to do next, when he heard the front door slammed and a heavy bag being dropped on the floor. He looked up to see Clarke, her hair in a bun and a sad pout on her face.

"You alright?" He asked her.
"What's all this?" She asked instead.
"Nothing at all, apparently." He sighed as he watched the green mixture that should have been white.

He was going to say one of his stupid jokes when he realized that she was not listening to him anymore. She had opened the freezer door and seemed to be looking for something.

"Can I help you?"
"Nah, I got it."

She showed him the pint of ice cream, stole the spoon in his hand, jumped on the counter and started eating.

"Jaha?" He guessed.
"Of course, it's fucking Jaha. This little bitch won't leave me alone."

Bellamy grabbed another spoon and took a mouthful, waiting for Clarke to explode.

"I mean, I made a mistake once. Once!" She finally started. "And now he just won't leave me alone! I work so hard all the time, I never miss a class, I do everything I have to do, I have amazing grades, but that's still not enough for him."
"Maybe you should -" Bellamy started before being interrupted by his angry best friend.
"And as if this wasn't enough, my mom agrees with him! It's insane! Honestly, I should just give up. All of this, it's not worth it. Today, he even said to one of the patients that I was incredibly incompetent and that I probably would never graduate."
"Hey," he said softly when he saw tears in her eyes. "You can't let him speak to you this way. No, no, look at me. Clarke, you're smart, selfless, and kind. I've never seen someone work as hard as you. You fought so hard to get where you are now. You don't want to let this bastard ruin everything you've done. Listen to me. You will graduate, and trust me, you're going to be the best doctor we've ever seen."
"You really think so?" Clarke smiles, a tear running down her cheek.
"I know so."

He reached out and took her in his arms. "Nap time?"
"Fuck yes," she murmured, her voice muffled by his shirt.

They went to the couch where they both lay side by side. It was their tradition. It had started a year ago, when Bellamy had come home from work, upset and overwhelmed. Since then, when one of them had had a bad day, they always took a nap together.

Her face buried in his neck, their legs and arms entwined, they fell asleep peacefully, leaving their worries behind for a little while.

--

When Bellamy came home from work a few days later, he found Clarke on the couch, her laptop opened on her legs.

"Murder can't be the answer to everything, O." Raven's voice said.
"Of course it can be, if you're smart enough."

Bellamy dropped his things on the table and sat down next to Clarke, who was video chatting with Octavia and Raven. They both didn't even notice his presence for about four minutes, since they were arguing about how to commit the perfect murder and how to not get caught.

"Wait, since when are you here." Raven finally asked.
"Five minutes." Clarke laughed.
"Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds, actually." He said.
"So Bell, you're in?" Octavia asked.
"In for what?" He asked, looking at Clarke confusedly.
"To kill Dr. Jaha, of course."
"What did he do, again?" Bellamy asked Clarke, who sighed and said; "You know, the exam I had last week? He read my answers out loud to everyone and pointed out every single one of my mistakes."
"At least you only had like, two mistakes." Octavia mentioned.
"Still, that's a dick move." Maintained Raven.
"I'm definitely in." Bellamy assured, once again pissed at Jaha.
"Good. Oh guys, I need to go, Lincoln just made dinner. It's still up for Friday?"
"As always." Clarke answered
"Good, we'll be at your place at five. And we will plan the murder."

She disconnected before they could add anything. Raven looked at Bellamy, a fake frown of disappointment on her face.

"C'mon Blake, I thought you were the voice of reason. Aren't you supposed to stop your little sister from killing everyone on Earth?"
"Everyone, except Jaha."
"Of course." Raven laughed. "Why am I not surprised? Anyway, see you Friday guys." She added before ending the conversation.

Clarke glanced at Bellamy before shrugging, acting like it was no big deal for her when, in fact, Bellamy knew it, she was profoundly hurt.

"I'm fine, really. Like Octavia said, I only had two mistakes. And they were stupid, really. I didn't read the question properly and I –"
"Clarke, stop. He cannot do what he did. What he always does to you."
"It's almost over though. Next semester, he won't be my teacher. I should've guessed that he was still mad at me."
"What? Because you didn't answer his question right once? If he's mad because of this, he doesn't deserve to be a teacher."
"No, because of Wells obviously."
"Clarke, it wasn't your fault and you know it."
"I know…"
"And he told you the same thing when it happened."
"What else could he say? But, I don't know, I've just… I've always felt like, even if he wouldn't say it, he thought it was my fault. That I was responsible for his death."
"But you're not. Clarke, what happened was awful, but it wasn't your fault. The car accident wasn't your fault. And it certainly wasn't your fault that the other driver was drunk."
"I know that, but I should have been able to save him. I'm studying medicine, I should have been able do something."
"No, listen to me right now. One of your legs was broken, one of your wrists was sprained and you had a concussion. And you've still kept alive until the paramedics arrived. And then, he was on the operating table for hours. If they couldn't save him after all this, you couldn't have either."

She had a small smile.

"Honestly, what would I do without you?"
"Well, first of all, you would be homeless."

They laughed. Clarke leaned her head against his shoulder, and with a silent, common accord, they fell asleep.

--

When Clarke got home one night, a week later, it was Bellamy's turn to be moody. He was sitting on the table, correcting his student homework and mumbling incoherent words.

"How's it going?" Clarke asked him.
"Bad. It's like they don't even try. I'm trying so hard to make the class more interesting and to give them the best content and yet, it's like they would rather be in prison."
"They are fifteen, Bell. It's not everyone who are nerds like us and actually enjoy school."
"I know, but still."

Clarke sat in front of him and took his hands in hers.

"Remember when Octavia and I were sixteen and struggling with our French class?"
"Yeah?" He said, unsure of where she was going with that.
"Remember what you did?"
"I… helped you?"
"Yes, but how?"
"I made you read your favorite books in French."
"Yeah, you did that, but do you remember something else?"
"Clarke, you're losing me."
"You trusted us. You saw our potential and helped us exploit it. You knew we could do it, even when we doubt it. Whenever we stumble, you're always there to help us find the way. You have the biggest heart. Let your students see it."
"It's hard. I can't be their friend. I don't want them to think I'm some kind of joke. I need to have authority."
"You can be both."
"I don't know how to do it."
"Yes, you do. You've done it all your life. To your sister, to me... Just be yourself. Not who you think you should be around them. They're just kids. Lead them the way, they will follow you. You inspire people without even trying. Why don't you just let them see who you truly are?"

He smiled. "Maybe I could try that... Nap time? And then, pizza?"
"The perfect night."

They stood up and went to their old but comfy couch. Clarke grabbed a blanket and wrapped themselves up. They were feeling so good, their bodies pressed against each other. As if there was no other place in the world where they could have been better. And suddenly, they realized what their friends had understood a long time ago.

With a slow and synchronized movement, they turned towards each other. Their eyes met briefly before falling on each other's lips. It was as if the world around them had stopped spinning. As if everything on Earth was waiting for them to do something.

Bellamy was the first to move, but Clarke joined him halfway. And then, suddenly, their hands were everywhere. And their clothes, on the ground. Every movement, every kiss, was slow and full of something they never had expected. Of love. But of so much more, too. Of respect, and trust.

For the first time in their lives, they realized that maybe, everything they ever needed had been in front of them the whole time.

--

A few hours later, they were sitting side by side, the rest of their pizza on the table, and their favorite show on screen.

"No, that's stupid."
"How do you figure?"
"C'mon, look at me in the eyes and tell me that make sense."
"It does!"
"No, it does not! She's dead, she can't just... come back like this."
"Clarke, can you please stop crushing my dreams?"
"No, sorry. Your theory is shit."

And even though Clarke was bitching against his theory, - theory that was perfectly logic for him - Bellamy smiled, because he knew everything would be good now. They would have rough days. They would need their naps. But they would always have each other.