Hey babes! Back again with a new story for ya! It's been a while since I've posted anything Bellarke, but here I am again. This is a little something I put together for January Joy, not the story I had originally planned, though. But that idea wasn't working, and then I thought of this one and I'm so pleased I was able to do it.

Hope you all like it!

Enjoy!

A pounding headache is the first thing Clarke's aware of as she wakes up, quickly followed by the intensely bright light filtering in through the window in front of her. So she squeezes her eyes shut tightly and tries to block everything out. She hasn't had a hangover like this in a very long time. Not since college, at least. Somehow Murphy always manages to drag her into doing the stupidest stuff. He must be the reason for her current hangover. She's going to kill him.

Groaning as she moves because everything hurts, Clarke frowns deeply at the heavy weight that's draped across her waist. She forces her eyes open and looks down, her heart jumping in her chest when she realizes that it's an arm. And she knows exactly who's arm it is. Those arms are only one of her favorite places to be wrapped up in after she's had a bad day. Or has gone through a tough breakup. Or her boss is being insufferable.

Slowly turning, Clarke sucks in a sharp breath when she sees the figure lying asleep behind her. His tight curls are messier than usual, his cheeks flushed slightly probably from the heat, and his eyebrows are pulled together slightly. He looks so peaceful, she almost hates to disturb him. But she desperately needs to know why he's curled around her because her brain goes to fuzz when she tries to remember.

Shifting some more in the bed (she's ninety-nine percent sure they're in a hotel bed), Clarke reaches out to gently push at Bellamy's shoulder, hoping he'll wake up quickly. He's always been a fairly light sleeper for as long as she's known him. Though sometimes he tends to sleep heavier during a hangover. "Bellamy," she calls his name as she continues to nudge him. "Bellamy, wake up." She's surprised her voice doesn't sound worse.

Bellamy's brows furrow tighter together as he shifts on the bed, his arm pulling away from her as he rolls over on the mattress. A low groan comes from the back of his throat as he keeps rolling and buries his face into one of the pillows. He stays that way for a moment before turning his head toward her and cracking one eye open. "Clarke?"

Her stomach flips at the raspiness of his voice, something she's always tried to ignore whenever she's heard him sound like that. She swallows thickly and offers a tiny smile. "Morning."

"Turn the sun off," he grumbles.

She laughs quietly. "Wish I could."

He's silent, the edge of his lip twitches before he's closing his eyes again. "What time is it?"

Before she has a chance to answer or even look at a clock, Clarke winces when a loud bang echoes throughout the room. She immediately covers her eyes and shuts her eyes. "What the actual hell?" she gets out through gritted teeth.

"Hey, assholes, get out of bed."

Clarke opens her eyes immediately at hearing the voice and turns a glare on her friend, one of the few people in the world who's ever able to get her to abandon reason and logic. "John Murphy, I am going to kill you if you don't stop talking so loud. And how the hell are you not hungover right now?"

Murphy squares his shoulders and smiles smugly. "I just so happen to be immune to hangovers, My Dear Clarke. As much as I drink, it was bound to happen eventually."

Clarke frowns. "There's no way that you're immune to hangovers."

"Well, I am."

Emori glides into the room in the next second, sidling up next to Murphy looking beyond sluggish, but somehow still completely put together. She's cradling a cup of steaming coffee in her hands as she leans into Murphy's side.

"Emori, tell her the truth," Murphy says as he drapes an arm over his girlfriend's shoulder.

Emori smirks over the rim of her coffee. "He threw up twice already in the bathroom."

Murphy's jaw drops. "Traitor."

Clarke laughs as she rolls onto her back. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Where's everyone else?"

"Monty and Jasper are still sleeping, we're gonna wake them up next since they'll be the toughest," Emori explains. "Raven and Harper should be downstairs making sure we'll be able to catch a shuttle to the airport this afternoon. And I think Nate and Eric are finding breakfast so we don't have to deal with room service right now."

Clarke nods, instantly regretting it and closing her eyes against the headache, and then reaches out blindly toward Bellamy. She finds whatever body part is closest to her, probably an arm or his side, and lightly hits it with the back of her hand. "Wake up."

Bellamy just groans in response.

Suddenly there's more light in the room and Clarke flinches again.

"Geez, Murphy," she says, covering her face with her hands to help block out the bright light. "Was that necessary?"

"Yes, it was. Now get your ass out of bed before I—whoa. 'Mori, you seeing that too?"

"Uh-huh. I wonder…do you think he has one too?"

"I don't know. Go check."

"I'm not gonna check. You do it. You've known him longer."

Murphy sighs heavily. "Fine. I'll do it."

There's some muted shuffling against the carpet but Clarke chooses to keep her eyes closed. She has no idea what's going on, her brain is too fuzzy to focus on any one thing for too long. She's beyond glad that she's not going to have to go back to work as soon as they all get home. She has at least another day to get over this hangover.

Loud laughter fills the room seconds later, Murphy's laughter, and Clarke really wants to injure him.

She opens her eyes to look at him and glares yet again. "Do you want to tell me what's apparently funny enough for you to laugh that loud?"

Murphy lets out another laugh. "Ask your husband."

It's like everything stops in that moment. Murphy's laughter echoes in her mind as she lets her eyes drift down toward Bellamy's body. Specifically, to his left hand that's extended out on the pillow. The light of the room glints off of a golden band wrapped around his fourth finger, shiny and new.

Chancing a glance at her left hand, Clarke finds a matching gold band on her fourth finger. Her eyes go wide as the pieces finally start to fit together, slower than they would if she was sober. This cannot be happening. She cannot be…that to Bellamy.

Clarke looks up when the bed jolts, finding Bellamy's head lifted off the pillow, his hair dripping with water. Murphy stands next to the bed with a suspicious smile and an empty glass. Doesn't take a genius to put two-and-two together.

Without a second thought, Clarke reaches out to push some of Bellamy's wet curls off of his forehead. It's something she's done so many times in the past, it's almost like second nature to her now. But she freezes after the fact, her hand hovering near his face, suddenly feeling as if there's a new weight added to the gesture.

She quickly pulls her hand back and gives Bellamy half a smile. "Morning. Uh, how much do you remember about last night?"

"It's all fuzzy," he admits, letting out a breath and flipping onto his back and then sitting up. He pushes more of his wet hair back and then lets his hands fall into his lap. "I remember going out for drinks and maybe hitting a few clubs. But then it's all a jumbled mess after that."

Clarke hesitates, taking in the look on Bellamy's face.

"Do you remember anything?" he asks her.

Clarke shakes her head. "No. But uh, there is something that happened last night that I just found out about."

"Really? What?"

She takes a deep breath and then holds up her left hand, offering him a nervous smile. "Apparently we got married."

Bellamy's eyes go comically wide as he looks to her ring, then down at his, then back at hers. "Whoa."

She nods, dropping her hand. "I know. I never thought I'd get drunkenly married to my best friend on a trip to Las Vegas." A small laugh escapes her. "Could we be any more of a cliche?"

Bellamy chuckles. "Yeah. That is pretty wild. But hey, at least we're not strangers. That would be much worse."

"You're right. Even if it's not legal, I'm glad it was you and not a random guy off the street."

"Who said it's not legal?"

Clarke looks up at Murphy, she'd almost forgotten he and Emori were still present. She just gives him a look and tilts her head. "Come on, Murphy. We're in Vegas, the home of quick, cheap, fake weddings."

"Actually," Emori speaks up from the doorway, "I was doing some reading because I was curious, and marriages here are as legal as any other."

Clarke's eyes go wide. "But…but we were drunk."

Emori shrugs, pocketing her phone. "Doesn't matter. As long as you two got a marriage license and all that, then you're legally married."

"Well there you go," Clarke says. "It takes days for a marriage license to go through before you can use it. So mine and Bellamy's marriage would be null and void. We're not legally married."

Emori winces. "Actually, that's not…it works a little differently here. You can get the license and get married on the same day, as long as you're both over eighteen and consent to the marriage. And knowing the both of you, even drunk, neither of you would do something you don't want to do."

Clarke's jaw drops slightly. "So you're saying there's a chance that I'm legally married to Bellamy."

Emori nods. "Mm-hmm."

Clarke lets out a breath. "Wow." She turns her head to look at Bellamy and gives him half a smile. "Guess we should probably figure out if this is legitimate or not."

Bellamy shrugs. "I guess so."

"You two are seriously still in bed? I guess that means Monty and Jasper are too."

Clarke turns at Raven's voice, finding the brunette leaning inside the doorway of the hotel room, looking one hundred percent put together and not at all like she'd been heavily drinking the night before. Which Clarke knows for a fact that she wasn't. Clarke narrows her eyes and points at her friend. "You, this is your fault."

Raven lets out a laugh and leans against the doorframe. "So I take it you and Bellamy know about your nuptials from last night. Congratulations, by the way, the ceremony was beautiful."

"You're mocking us," Bellamy interjects.

Raven gasps playfully. "I would do no such thing. I am being completely serious, your vows to each other were…something else."

"Too bad we can't remember them," Clarke mutters. She takes a deep breath and looks up at her friend. "Seriously, Raven, you should have stopped us."

Raven holds her hands up in defense as she steps further into the room. "Hey, I did what I could. So did Harper. But you two are way more stubborn drunk than you are sober. You weren't going to let anyone or anything stand in your way of getting married. You both kept saying something about finally being happy or whatever." She waves off the remark. "Doesn't matter. What matters is that you two are married and are going to have a wonderful life together."

"But was it completely legal?" Clarke asks. "Vegas is notorious for sham weddings."

Raven laughs again. "Oh, no, this was completely legal. You two went and got a marriage license and Bellamy insisted on paying for everything involved with the wedding. Very chivalrous."

Clarke's entire body stiffens at the knowledge, her heart pounding in her chest and her breath catching in her throat. This is real? She's actually married to Bellamy? Her best friend…she's married to her best friend. And she doesn't even remember it. She doesn't know whether she should be pleased or upset that she can't remember anything about their spontaneous wedding.

The bed moves as Bellamy shifts next to her. "Um, I know this might be an…awkward question, but seeing as Clarke and I are both still dressed, I'm going to take that to mean that we didn't…consummate the marriage."

"What the hell does that mean?" Murphy questions with furrowed brows.

Emori rolls her eyes. "He's asking in a polite way if they had sex."

Murphy nods. "Ah. Well, I have absolutely no idea if you did or not. I think I blacked out at some point."

"It was right after they said 'I do'," Raven informs him. "And no, you two didn't have sex last night," she answers Bellamy's question. "We all partied a little more to celebrate and then as soon as we came back here you two all but demanded on sharing a room and were out as soon as your heads hit the pillow."

Clarke lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. This is good. She hasn't slept with Bellamy. If she did, she'd want to remember that. Not in detail, or the specifics, just…she'd want to remember the general idea of something so significant.

Harper appears in the doorway a moment later, glancing around the room with one hand resting on the doorframe and the other on her small baby bump. "Why isn't everyone getting ready to go?" She looks at Raven. "You were supposed to make sure they were getting ready."

"Hey, I tried. They're too busy freaking out over the finer details of their marriage."

Harper smiles. "Oh, it was such a beautiful ceremony, I'm so glad I thought to record the whole thing. It was a long time coming, but I never thought you two getting drunk would be the final push you needed to go through with it."

Clarke's eyes go wide at Harper's words, but she doesn't have time to respond because the other woman immediately leaves the room in search of her husband and his best friend. She'd understandably been hesitant about Harper coming on the trip while pregnant, but now that she knows there's video evidence of their wedding, and she'll be able to see exactly what happened, she's more than glad Harper tagged along. If both Raven and Harper had been drinking with the rest of them, there's no guarantee they all would have made it back to their hotel. Somebody, most likely Monty or Jasper, would have ended up passed out on a park bench somewhere.

"You two have fifteen minutes to get your asses out of bed and get your things together," Raven tells them, pulling Clarke out of her head. "We're gonna go get food before heading to the airport."

Clarke nods, watching as Raven turns and leaves the room, Murphy and Emori not far behind her. She waits until the door is closed before finally looking at Bellamy. She turns a little in the bed and gives him half a smile. "So…as much as I want to talk about this right now, it should probably wait until later."

Bellamy nods in agreement. "Yeah, we don't want Harper's wrath coming down on us if we aren't ready to go on time."

That makes Clarke laugh quietly. For as kind and sweet as Harper is on any normal day, no one ever wants to piss her off because she's all kinds of scary. It doesn't happen often, and no one's ever seen it in its full glory, but they've all had glimpses once or twice over their years of friendship.

"Do you mind if I use the shower first?" Bellamy asks her carefully.

Clarke shakes her head. "No, that's fine. I'll start making sure everything's together out here, then I'll take a shower when you're done."

"Okay."

Even though he's fully clothed, Clarke avoids looking at Bellamy as he climbs out of the bed and shuffles toward the bathroom. She keeps her gaze fully focused on her hands in her lap, listening as Bellamy grabs some fresh clothes to put on after his shower. She also makes it a point to think of anything other than Bellamy in the shower. Yes, he's technically her husband now, but it still doesn't feel real, so it feels weird to think about him like that.

She won't deny that she's maybe had one or two not-so-innocent dreams about Bellamy the last few months, but it almost feels wrong to think about him like that now. Even though it's probably the only time no one would blame her, if all they knew was that Bellamy is her husband and not the finer details of their situation.

Once she hears the water running, Clarke lets out a heavy breath and runs her hands through her hair, wincing when she hits a few knots. Dropping her hands, she pointedly ignores the shiny gold band on her finger and tosses the covers off of her body, swinging her legs around the side of the bed. She eyes the state of the room, grateful that it doesn't seem to be too much of a mess. She'd been sharing the room with Raven during their trip but now she can't see any of the other woman's things. But she does see Bellamy's bags and other belongings. Clearly Harper or Raven thought to switch everything out once she and Bellamy fell asleep in the same room. She's not sure whether to be grateful or a little irritated.

Pushing herself up off the bed, Clarke sways on her feet for a moment, her equilibrium taking a second to get itself back in working order. And then she's moving about the room, gathering all of her things and putting them in the right bags. She completely avoids Bellamy's things, figuring he'll want to take care of all of that himself, but she can't help it when her mind wanders.

She thinks about the two of them years from now, in another hotel room somewhere, maybe Vegas again, or somewhere with less risk of insane hangovers. They're both happy, moving about the hotel room with practiced ease, packing their individual and shared belongings, no hesitations or reservations about invading each other's space. They share quick kisses and laughs, hands lingering on each other's bodies as they pass by one another. It's so…peaceful.

Clarke quickly shakes the thought away, knowing she doesn't have the time to dwell on the possibilities right now. She needs to focus on getting her stuff together and getting home. Then she can figure out what to do about her current….predicament. Though, there's a part of her heart that's telling her desperately to hang on to this, to see where it goes. And she wants to listen to it.

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Clarke wants to talk to Bellamy about their situation on the plane ride home. But almost immediately after takeoff, he's fast asleep in his seat. She doesn't know how he can sleep on planes—he did the same thing on their way to Vegas—so she's left to stew quietly in her thoughts for the entire journey. And she has a whole rambling of thoughts passing through her head, none of them doing anything to lessen her anxiety about the whole situation.

On their way to the airport, they'd watched part of the video that Harper captured on her phone, showing the two of them with smiling faces at the courthouse. Bellamy's arm is around her waist while she holds up their marriage license and talks about how they can officially get married now. Neither of them had wanted to see much more after that, that little clip being all the proof they needed at that moment to know that their marriage is very real.

Clarke is still trying to wrap her head around the whole thing. Sure, she's always thought Bellamy was attractive, and she won't deny that her feelings for him have shifted into something different over the last year or so. But he'd been with someone else when she realized so she never said anything. She also hadn't wanted to jeopardize their friendship. And she hadn't been sure at the time what the true extent of her feelings for him were. Honestly, she's still unsure of the true extent of her feelings.

They must be pretty strong if she got drunkenly married to him. Because like her friends so lovingly pointed out, she's much more stubborn drunk than she is sober.

By the time they land, Clarke's had plenty of time to think but is still no closer to a solution for any part of their situation. She doesn't even know if or how they can get out of this; airplane wifi is terrible.

Once they've all gotten through security and collected their bags, they step out the doors of the airport and go their separate ways. Nate and Eric head back to their apartment, Monty, Harper, and Jasper all head toward Monty and Harper's house, and Raven catches a ride from another friend who she's staying with for a bit while her apartment is being fumigated. Which leaves Bellamy and Clarke standing alone on the sidewalk.

"So…" Bellamy eventually speaks up, "my place or yours?"

Clarke snorts, turning slightly to look up at her friend—husband, she mentally corrects herself. She sees that he's smiling, and she can't help but laugh a little at his successful attempt at breaking the apparent tension between them. "I don't know. Yours?"

Bellamy opens his mouth to respond and then winces. "Wait. I just remembered Octavia's been staying with me and I'd rather not see her until I can figure out the best way to explain that she now has a sister-in-law."

Clarke smiles. "Alright. My place it is, then. Good thing Wells is still out on his business trip." She gestures with her head toward the other end of the pick-up area. "Come on. My Uber should be here soon, you can just ride with me."

"Okay."

They only have to wait a few more minutes before the uber Clarke had requested pulls up in front of them. They load their luggage into the trunk of the car and then climb into the backseat. It's thankfully not that long of a ride back to Clarke's apartment, but now that Clarke isn't on a plane the exhaustion from her hangover is finally catching up to her. She finds herself drifting off before she can stop herself, her head falling comfortably onto Bellamy's shoulder.

When she wakes up again, she's a little groggy, but she's immediately aware that the car they're in is no longer moving. Bellamy's gently nudging her shoulder, though, encouraging her softly to wake up so they can go inside. She unwillingly forces herself awake, climbs out of the car, and goes around the back to get their suitcases.

Bellamy's at her side on the sidewalk a moment later, both of them waving goodbye to the driver as he pulls away.

Taking a deep breath, Clarke turns and makes her way up toward the front of her apartment, not needing to look behind her to know Bellamy's following. Her heart is pounding again and she doesn't know why she's suddenly so nervous about having Bellamy inside her apartment. It wouldn't be the first time he's been over in the years that they've known each other. Hell, they've even shared the same bed on occasion in the past—all of them purely platonic of course.

Though maybe it's the sudden and unexpected change in the status of their relationship that's making her so nervous. Because she honestly doesn't know where they go from here. How can they continue on like normal after what happened? Especially when neither of them can remember most of it.

Much like when they were getting ready to leave Vegas, getting inside her apartment and settling in is a bit of a blur. She's vaguely aware of Bellamy speaking, and of her bags ending up somewhere other than the living room, but the details are hazy. She blames it on the after-effects of the alcohol. And Murphy for getting her to drink so much in the first place.

When her mind can focus again, though, she's on the couch with an unopened can of beer sitting on the coffee table in front of her. Bellamy is next to her, leaning back with the remote for the tv in one hand and an open beer in the other. His eyes are fixed on the tv that's playing some show that he likes, a tiny lift at the corner of his lips as he watches.

She shifts a little on the couch and his head whips toward her. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, but no words or sounds come out.

Bellamy pauses the show, sets his beer down, and then turns on the couch to face her. "Think you're sober enough to talk now?"

Clarke takes a deep breath and nods. "I think so. And talking would probably be the…responsible thing to do."

"Yes, it would be. So…what should we do? Do we stay married or try and get it annulled?"

Clarke's breath hitches involuntarily, dozens of images rushing through her mind of what staying married to Bellamy might be like. She pushes all of them down as far as they'll go, can't take the time to focus on them. She shifts on the couch again and swallows thickly. "I don't know. I don't think it'd be too difficult to get out of something like this if we explain the situation."

Bellamy raises a brow. "You think?"

Clarke sighs heavily and throws her hands up. "In case you didn't realize, Bellamy, I've never actually been in a situation like this before."

"Yeah, Princess, neither have I."

Clarke nods. "Yeah, we've both been pretty unlucky in the love department lately, haven't we?"

"Then maybe…what if we just stay married?"

Clarke's eyes go wide as she stares at her best friend. Her heart is racing faster than she ever thought it could, her palms are sweating, and she's completely at a loss for words. Not once did she ever think she'd hear those words come out of Bellamy's mouth.

She blinks a few times, shaking her head a bit. "I'm sorry. Did you just say that we should stay married?"

Bellamy nods. "Yeah. You said it yourself that we've both been unlucky in love recently."

She raises a brow. "And that's why we should stay married?"

He shakes his head. "No, not the only reason. You're one of my best friends, Clarke."

"And you're one of mine."

"Okay. And don't people always say that you should marry your best friend? Well, then we're already part of the way there. I honestly think we should see this through for a little while, see if it works. If it doesn't, for whatever reason, then we'll file for a mutual divorce. Nothing is really going to change, we're still us."

Clarke's quiet for a moment, mulling over the idea in her head. "You really think we should go through with this?"

Bellamy shrugs. "I think we're both curious people and we'd just be wondering what would have happened if we were to end this right now," he tells her with a small smile.

He's not entirely wrong. Her curiosity about the human body and the way it works is part of what led to her going to med school and becoming a doctor.

Taking a deep breath, Clarke sits up a little straighter and nods. "Okay. No pressure or time frame. We just…we just live like we have been. But maybe we should move in together to get the full experience."

Bellamy smiles. "So you're okay with it?"

"Yeah, I am. I definitely think we need to talk more, about some finer details and how we're going to tell everyone who wasn't in Vegas with us, but that can wait." She smiles gently at him. "Let's stay married."

Bellamy's smile widens the tiniest bit and then he leans back into the couch, picking the remote for the tv back up.

Clarke watches him for a moment, her heart fluttering involuntarily at the domesticity of the scene. Sure, they've had drinks and watched tv together before, but it's different now. A good kind of different, though.

Leaning forward, Clarke reaches for the beer that Bellamy had brought her and pops the cap off before leaning back into the couch. She takes a slow sip from it, and it's only a few moments later that she realizes she's leaning against Bellamy's side. His arm is draped casually over her shoulders, his fingers lightly brushing the bare skin of her arm, and it makes her heart leap.

A small smile curls onto her lips as she purposefully burrows herself further into his side. Maybe staying married to Bellamy won't be such a bad thing.

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