AN: And my posting plans fell apart after the first day… but Sunday morning/Wednesday is OK too, right?

I don't own anything relating to The 100

Chapter title from "Between the Raindrops" by Lifehouse ft. Natasha Bedingfield

See the end of the chapter for warnings

42

Walking Between the Raindrops with You

Cambodia is the first place in a while that Clarke actually hasn't been to before.

"How come?" Bellamy asks when they're relaxing in their hotel room. They didn't arrive until after seven, so they decided to just check out the hotel itself – which is a resort with cute little cabins overlooking a pool shaped like a canal weaving through the area – and now they're trying to decide where to eat. "I mean, I obviously overlooked Angkor Wat when I made my list – thanks for adding it, by the way – but I figured you probably would have been here at least once."

"I don't know," she replies with a shrug. "Wells and I talked about doing a tour of South East Asia back when we first got together, but then the Vietnam war started, and there was the civil war here, in Cambodia, and the region was pretty unsettled for a while… plus, Angkor Wat wasn't really a big tourist attraction until the… nineties, maybe? I guess I just haven't gotten around to it."

He shoots her a smile. "Good thing I gave you a reason now, then."

"Very good," she agrees with a smile. "So, food?"

They end up at one of the restaurants at the hotel and then call it a night, since they want to get an early start to get some of their exploration done before the temperature rises too much.

Which turns out to be wishful thinking, unfortunately. By the time they leave the hotel the next morning, it's already hot and balmy, and while the grey clouds on the horizon do promise rain, Clarke's pretty sure it won't be refreshing.

"You know, I'm really starting to look forward to getting to the parts of the world where it's winter now," Bellamy half-grumbles when they've gotten out of the cab that took them to the temple area. He pushes his sweaty curls out of his face and takes a long drink from his water bottle.

"Tell me about it," Clarke replies. "But you know it's not going to be like winter back home, right? I think the average temperature in Sydney in late May is, like, mid-sixties or something."

"Which will feel like a nice January day in New York after this heat," he reasons, making her snort a laugh.

"True. OK, come on, the sooner we're done here, the sooner we can go back to the hotel and jump in the pool or put the AC on, like, forty degrees."

Bellamy laughs. "Good to know you have your priorities straight."

They do sort of forget about the heat, in the way where it's just there, in the back of their mind, as they explore the ruin city. Bellamy seems almost in awe of the place for a while, just looking around with wide eyes and mouth hanging slightly open, but soon enough, he starts talking about the site itself and the Khmer people, pointing out different interesting things on the various buildings.

It's such a large area, and Bellamy seems to know all the little sights off the pathway, so they spend more time navigating the dense vegetation than they do on the actual paths. A few times, Clarke has to pull out her phone to check where they are and get them back on the right track, but by late afternoon, Bellamy announces that they've seen everything.

"Thank God," Clarke says with a sigh. "Don't get me wrong, I've had a really good time, this place is amazing, but I really want to get back to the hotel and out of these clothes."

"Oh yeah?" He waggles his eyebrow suggestively and she rolls her eyes.

"Not until I've had a shower, at least. I'm totally gross."

"You'll never be gross to me."

And, well, she can't not kiss him when he says stuff like that.

"Such a romantic."

"I try."

The rain that's been threatening to fall all day finally does start just as they get out of their cab back at the hotel, and despite running all the way to their cabin, they're both soaked, clothes clinging to their skin, by the time they finally close the door behind them.

"Wait, wait," Clarke says breathlessly, grabbing Bellamy by the arm just inside the door before he can venture further into the room. "I don't want to get water everywhere, let's just take off our clothes here and we can hang them up in the bathroom."

He looks her up and down, gaze hot, and she can feel her heart rate pick up immediately.

"Sure thing, Princess."

And then he pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops his shorts and underwear before she's even lifted her hands to start on her top.

She always has trouble keeping her eyes – and hands – off Bellamy, and a naked, slightly wet Bellamy is even harder.

No pun intended.

Still, she makes an effort to keep her eyes on his, raising an eyebrow. "Your boxers were wet, really?"

He shrugs, unconcerned. "I figured better safe than sorry. Don't want to catch a cold."

Clarke just hums in reply and finally gets her arms to cooperate so she can get rid of her tank top. She maintains eye contact as she unbuttons her shorts and lets them fall to the floor as well, stepping out of them before reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

Bellamy's eyes are intent on hers as well, but when the bra slides down her arms, they drop for a brief moment to her breasts. Not that she can blame him – she has awesome breasts. Someone should appreciate them.

It feels almost like a chicken race, as she hooks her thumbs in her panties and pushes them down until she can let them drop to the floor as well, a challenge of who will cave first. She's just accepted that it's going to be her when Bellamy leans down and gathers up their clothes from the floor before disappearing into the bathroom.

She stands staring after him for the brief moment he's gone and then he's back, a slightly sheepish expression on his face.

"You said you wanted to hang them up," he explains with a shrug. "I figured I should before one of us got… carried away."

Clarke can't help the laugh that bubbles out of her at his words. "You're kind of ridiculous sometimes, you know that?" she asks, stepping closer and trailing a finger down his chest, making him shiver.

"Good thing you're into kind of ridiculous then," he replies, voice hitching as she reaches his dick, which twitches under her touch.

"Isn't it?"

They move at the same time, mouths crashing together as her arms come up to wrap around his neck and his snake around her waist, fingers digging into her skin as he pulls her flush against him.

Despite both of them already being completely naked, they start out slow, just kissing for a long, drawn out moment. Then Bellamy's hand slide down, cupping her ass and pressing her closer and, yeah, she needs him inside her now.

She breaks the kiss and pulls away enough to be able to look up at him. "I wonder if we're dry enough for the bed…"

His mouth quirks up on one side. "I hope you're not, or I'm doing something wrong."

Clarke punches him lightly in the shoulder. "You know that's not what I meant."

He just chuckles and ducks into the bathroom again, reappearing a moment later with a towel, drying himself off. She takes the opportunity to admire him, letting her eyes trail up and down his body slowly.

"Like what you see?" he asks when their eyes meet again.

"Always."

The dark flash in his eyes makes her half-expect him to push her up against the wall, but instead he drapes the towel around her shoulders and starts patting her dry. When he's satisfied, he throws the towel in the general direction of the bathroom and steps closer.

"Dry enough," Bellamy decides, circling her nipple with one finger before trailing it down her chest and stomach, teasing her curls for a moment before pushing it inside her. "And plenty wet enough…"

It's tempting to just let him keep going, but she gathers all her strength and pushes him away with a hand against his chest. "On the bed."

His eyes narrow slightly. "Princess wants to be in charge, huh?"

"Mm-hm," she agrees, watching as he backs up against the bed and then throws himself onto his back, bouncing a little. The bed's a four-poster, and for a moment, Clarke has a vision of getting a couple of belts or something and tying his legs and arms to the posts, getting him completely under her power… but maybe another time. "You got a problem with that?"

He's watching her hungrily as she crosses the room and kneels at the bottom of the bed. "Never."

"Good."

She gets comfortable on her knees, running her nails lightly up his thigh, making him bite his lip. She just knows that he wants to reach out, pull her up to him, but he resists. She rewards him by leaning down and letting her tongue circle the head of his dick.

"Oh, fuck."

She breaks away for a moment to give him an innocent smile. "Not quite yet."

Then she takes him in her mouth, as far as she can, and really gets to work.

Normally, Bellamy likes to tangle his hand in her hair when she blows him, but he must be taking the 'in charge' thing seriously, because he doesn't try to touch her at all. He can't help his hips jerking at times, but she just takes that as a sign she's doing a good job.

"Hey, hey, stop," he gets out after a while, and she reluctantly releases him.

"Why?"

"I'm getting close, don't want this to be over too soon."

Clarke bites her lip, wrapping her hand around him and enjoying the way he clenches his jaws together to try to maintain control.

"We have all night, I'm sure you'll recover," she says and doesn't give him a chance to argue before wrapping her lips around him again.

She's getting more desperate for friction herself, though, so after a moment, she shifts so she's straddling his leg and can grind down against him, which makes tendrils of pleasure shoot all through her body. She moans at the feeling, and apparently the vibrations from her mouth are the last drop, because Bellamy lets out a half-choked curse and comes without the normal warning he always tries to give her.

She swallows down before pulling away and he gives her a sheepish smile. "Sorry, that one caught me off guard too."

"Don't worry about it," she assures him, moving up his body so she can kiss him. "You know I love making you lose control."

"The feeling's mutual," he murmurs against her lips. "Want me to get you off quickly or take my time?" He slides one hand down her stomach and rubs against her clit, and she can't help the way her hips jerk in response. "I'll take that as a vote for quick."

And, really, she was already right there on the edge, because as soon as he leans down to suck her nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, she's gone.

"OK, good start," she breathes out when she's come back down, pulling away a little from his fingers, still insistent against her clit.

Bellamy chuckles at that. "Yeah? I was kind of hoping to make you scream…"

His words make shivers run through her. "The night's still young, we have time."

He slides two fingers inside her, curling them just right. "Sounds like a plan."

And he does, a few hours later. Clarke has no idea how many orgasms she's had by now, but she's definitely approaching double digits.

She's on her feet next to the bed, bent almost double with her elbows resting on the mattress. The angle makes every single thrust hit her G spot, and hard too, and she's already teetering on the edge when Bellamy finds her clit with one hand and a nipple with the other, and with another deep thrust, she's coming harder than she has in a long time.

"There," he breathes when they've collapsed on the bed. "I said I'd make you scream, didn't I?"

She manages to give him a thumbs up. "Good job."

He pulls her closer, burying his nose in her hair. "Team effort."

-100-

Clarke keeps a close eye on Bellamy the next day, but if he's anxious about finally going to the Philippines, he doesn't show it. Or he's not worrying yet, their flight isn't until late, after all.

They try to explore the city a little, but the temperature's risen even more and they're back at the hotel within an hour, alternating between cooling off in their room and the pool.

She waits until they're on the plane late that night before bringing it up.

"You OK?" she asks.

He opens his mouth, as if to respond, but then closes it again, thinking her question over. "Excited but nervous," he finally says.

"Why nervous?" She leans her head against the seat and studies him as he considers.

"Just… I'm really looking forward to getting to know the country, seeing where my dad was from, but the whole…" He lets out a long breath. "It's the family thing."

She takes his hand and squeezes. "I get it. I mean, I don't get it, obviously, since I don't have a family at all, but… I can relate."

Bellamy chuckles at that. "Even if you did have one, I doubt you'd really be able to understand."

"It is a pretty unique situation."

He hums in agreement and closes his eyes. She almost thinks he's fallen asleep – it is the middle of the night, after all – when he speaks again.

"Your friend, has she…" he starts, cutting himself off and clearing his throat. "Do you know if she's been able to find out anything about them?"

Clarke shakes her head. "Honestly, no. I told her she could just tell us whatever she found when we got there, and that she could email if she had any questions, but she hasn't, so I'm assuming she's getting on fine. Did you want her to keep us posted on the process?"

He shrugs. "Not really. It would kind of suck to know that there's nothing to be found before we even get there, I think I'd rather find out then."

"You don't think she'll find anything?"

He doesn't answer right away, turning his head to look out the small airplane window for a moment before refocusing on her. "I don't know. It might just be the whole… I've never had a family apart from my mom and sister, you know. And even then, it was really just me and O… Why would I find someone now?"

"Because you're actually looking?" she suggests. "I mean, you haven't before, right? So you couldn't have found them."

"No, I guess. They could have found me, though. If they wanted to."

The last part is spoken so quietly she's not sure he really meant for her to hear. But she did, so she tightens her grip on his hand and moves closer, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"Are you sure?"

"They found us when my dad died, why wouldn't they be able to do it again if they wanted?" Bellamy shoots back, voice harsh, and then winces. "Sorry, it's not your fault."

"It's OK," she assures him. "Just… you were a baby, you don't really know what happened back then. It could have been your mom who reached out to them, or, I don't know… the embassy or something, I assume they're informed when a foreign citizen dies. They may never have actually known where you guys were, or if they did, maybe you moved after and they didn't know where?"

He frowns, as if it's never occurred to him before. "I guess you do have a point," he then admits.

Clarke holds back a laugh at the grudging note in his voice. "I know I do. So how about we wait and see what Anya has to say, before jumping to any conclusions?"

"Fine. So what's the plan, anyway? We're here for… a week and a half?"

She doesn't even need to get her phone to check their schedule. "Something like that, until next Saturday. I didn't want to plan too much, in case we end up wanting to spend all our time with… I mean, if Anya does find someone. Anyway, I figured we'd want a day to get settled…"

"Because of the huge time difference, obviously," Bellamy cuts her off. "Jetlag's a bitch."

She kicks him lightly in the shins. "You know I mean because we're arriving in the middle of the night. So yeah, we have tomorrow to ourselves. I figured we'd sleep in a bit and explore the city. Then we're meeting Anya the day after, finding out what she's got, and I guess we'll go from there, really."

"But we have hotel rooms, right?"

"Yeah, three nights in Manila – including tonight – then six nights in Taytay and back to Manila for two nights before we continue to Sydney. But we can change all that if we want to, skip the last two nights in Manila if we want to stay in Taytay, or leave Taytay earlier if…" She doesn't finish the sentence – she put most of their stay in Taytay so they would be close to Bellamy's family, if Anya found them, but if she hasn't… well, she's sure Bellamy will still want to see the city his dad was from, but maybe not for a whole week. "Or go somewhere else entirely, if Anya's found people somewhere else."

He nods as she speaks. "Or keep going to Sydney earlier, if there's nothing here."

"We could, yeah."

She's really hoping they won't have to, though.

-100-

They both manage do doze off for a while on the plane, stumble through customs half-awake and finally crash in bed at their hotel at two thirty in the morning.

"We probably shouldn't sleep too late," Bellamy mumbles as she settles in against him. "If we want to get into the… not time zone but…"

"I know what you mean," she interrupts through a yawn and then makes the effort to roll over so she can set an alarm on her phone. "There, we're getting up at ten, that's fine."

"Great."

So they're woken up by Avicii and Aloe Blacc later in the morning. Bellamy groans and rolls over, burying his face in the pillow.

"That song is way too perky this early in the morning," he complains.

At least that's what Clarke thinks he says, it's kind of hard to hear. "That's the whole point," she replies, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "And it's not that early, we've slept for seven hours, that's basically a normal night."

He turns his head to look at her, so she can at least hear him more clearly. "I didn't sleep great, had weird dreams."

She makes a sympathetic noise and reaches out to push his curls out of his forehead, and he closes his eyes and hums, so she tangles her fingers in his hair to scratch his scalp.

"What kind of dreams?"

"Most of them were the basic sort of but not quite nightmares, you know? Getting chased, running through some sort of labyrinth, trying to find… something. I was back in high school and all of a sudden I wasn't wearing any clothes. Then my mom was there and she was crying, and I couldn't get to her, she just kept disappearing further and further away."

Clarke moves closer so she can wrap an arm around him. "I'm not an expert or anything, but I think even I can interpret those dreams."

He huffs a laugh. "Yeah, it's not like it's hard. I'm obviously worried about getting abducted by aliens and experimented on."

"Obviously." She pauses for a moment. "Did your mom… do you think she wouldn't want you to do this?"

Bellamy sighs and looks away from her. "I don't know, really… I honestly don't think she ever met my dad's parents. They didn't get married and I'm pretty sure his family never came to see me after I was born, because she said something about that the only time I asked about them, how they couldn't even be bothered to meet their son's only child or something."

"Did she want them to?"

"Again, I don't know…"

She contemplates what she's going to say for a moment, trying to get the words right. "You know there could be a lot of reasons why they didn't come to the US, even if they wanted to or your dad asked them, right?"

"Yeah. I know my dad left the Philippines because his dad lost his job and couldn't support the family, so I'm guessing they were pretty poor, I doubt they would have been able to afford the trip just like that."

"That's what I was going to say, yeah. So if Anya has found them, you're going to meet them with an open mind, not with… whatever prejudice your mom might have passed on to you."

"Of course." He gives her a half-smile. "But maybe help me remember that?"

"Obviously. What are girlfriends for?"

They manage to leave the hotel eventually, braving the warm but cloudy afternoon to explore the city a little. Their hotel is in the old parts of the city, Intramuros, close to the old city wall, and they set out following it towards the river, climbing the stairs to walk on top of it when they can.

"You know," Bellamy starts after a while. "I was expecting something more along the lines of Tokyo or Beijing or Hong Kong, but this feels more… European."

Clarke nods absentmindedly. "That makes sense, though, right? Wasn't it under Spanish rule for a long time?"

"It was, yeah, so I guess it shouldn't be a surprise."

"A lot of the names seem to be in Spanish, or at least inspired by Spanish, as well," she adds, glancing at the street sign on the wall next to them. "I know 'muralla' is Spanish for wall."

"Huh. You learn something every day."

They grab a late lunch at a hole-in-the-wall place that, according to at least a couple of people on TripAdvisor, has the best sisig in the city. They decide to go for a vegetarian version, since neither of them are too keen on trying pig head or chicken liver.

"I need to look up the recipe for this, try to make it when we get home," Bellamy notes when they've finished their food and paid their bill.

"Yeah, that would be nice," Clarke agrees, looping her arm with his and tugging him along down the street.

If either of them think about the fact that they'll only have a week's worth of dinners once they're back in New York, they don't mention it.

They continue through the city, eventually stumbling across the one historical site Clarke has on her list – the sixteenth century citadel Fort Santiago.

It's not as impressive as some of the other places they've visited, but she can tell that it's different for Bellamy. It's a part of his heritage, in a way, for all he's never been to the country before. She knows he must have read about the citadel before they got here, but he doesn't keep up a running commentary, instead just giving her quiet, brief glimpses of its history.

She lets him set the pace and lead her around the area, and they stroll around for a couple of hours, backtracking now and then and getting off track from time to time.

"Time to head back to the hotel?" he asks when he's apparently happy with the visit.

She glances at her watch – almost five thirty.

"There's supposed to be a nice boardwalk along the bay where you have an amazing view of the sunset," she says. "I was thinking we could check it out, maybe grab dinner or something? But we can go back to the hotel if you want."

Bellamy wraps an arm around her waist. "No, let's do that. How far is it? Maybe grab a cab?"

It's only about half an hour's walk, according to Google Maps, but they opt for a cab anyway, since it's still pretty hot, and then stroll along the water as the sun turns it golden before finally dipping below the horizon.

"How many sunsets have we watched on this trip, you think?" Clarke asks when the last of the rays are gone. The sky is still light, different shades of pink, gold and blue.

"A lot," he replies. Which is true. They did try to watch the sunset every night in the Seychelles, and there have definitely been many more beside those.

"I like it," she says. "It feels like… a good end to a day, you know?"

"It does, yeah."

Of course, the day isn't really over yet, so they leave the boardwalk to find somewhere to eat, ending up at a pretty fancy restaurant across the street. They let the waiter recommend a local dish and end up with delicious kalderetang baka.

"Another one for your recipe book?" Clarke asks after a few bites.

"Absolutely," Bellamy replies. "Maybe we'll do a big dinner for everyone when we get back, Filipino style? On the evening of the 26th."

The meat she's chewing feels like it starts to grow in her mouth, but she resolutely swallows it down and plasters on a smile. "That sounds nice."

She was already planning on tiring Bellamy out when they got back to the hotel, in an attempt to give him a good night's sleep. So what if it also serves to make her forget just how little time they have left together?

-100-

Clarke was pretty sure that Bellamy wouldn't want to meet Anya somewhere public, so she sends her a message with their hotel and room number after they've had breakfast on Thursday morning, getting back 'OK. See you in 30' after a few minutes.

"Anya says she'll be here in half an hour," she tells Bellamy, who looks up from his phone so quickly she worries he hurt his neck.

"Oh."

She crosses the room and sits down next to him on the small couch at the foot of the bed. "You did know we were meeting her today. Did you want to do it later?"

He puts his phone away with a sigh. "No. I'd rather get it over with, honestly. But it just… it feels real all of a sudden, you know?"

She leans her head against his shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around her. "But good real, right?"

"Right now more scary real. But it will be good. Either way, I'll know, so… that's good."

"OK, good. Just let me know if it gets to be too much at some point, promise?"

He squeezes her. "Promise."

They stay curled together on the couch until there's a knock on the door and Clarke disentangles herself and goes to let Anya in.

"Griffin," the other Keeper greets her with a curt nod.

Clarke can't help the smile on her face – Anya's always so serious. "Hi, Anya. Come on in."

She steps aside and Anya passes her, giving Bellamy a scrutinizing look before claiming a seat in the armchair next to the couch. "I assume this is the Norm," she says, turning to Clarke.

"Bellamy, yes."

He gives her a little wave. "Hi. Thanks for doing this."

"It wasn't as difficult as I thought it might be," she replies with a half-shrug, opening a bag Clarke didn't see before and pulling out an official looking manila envelope.

"You found something?" Clarke asks, feeling Bellamy's hand closing around hers in a tight grip.

"Of course I did," Anya says with only a hint of condescension, which is pretty good for her. "We might not be on the same level as the US, but a lot of the official information has been digitized. It's not the middle ages anymore."

"No, I know," Clarke backtracks. "I just… I had no idea what the national registration might be like here, so I wasn't sure if you'd be able to find anything."

Anya opens the folder in her lap before looking up again. "It would probably have been more difficult if I was dealing with a smaller city or town, or the countryside, where there's still people who go their entire lives without being registered anywhere, but this was just Manila and Taytay, which helped."

Bellamy is still frozen next to her, so Clarke continues. "OK, so what did you find?"

Anya holds out the top paper in the folder to Bellamy, who takes it quietly. "This is your father, Francisco Balangao, yes?"

He nods and then clears his throat. "Yes, that was his name. The photo matches the one in his passport, and the dates seem to check out."

"Good." She pulls out two more papers and hands them over. "These are his parents, Rosamie, maiden name Santos, and Danilo. Rosamie was born in Taytay in 1946 and Danilo here in Manila in 1944, so they're 72 and 75 respectively, Danilo just had a birthday in March."

Bellamy's hand tightens almost painfully around Clarke's and he lets out a slightly strangled sound which makes Anya look over at him.

"They're still alive?"

"Yes. I have their address in Taytay here." She gives him another piece of paper and he stares down at it, lips moving as if he's trying out the names in his head. "You have two aunts and two uncles, though one aunt lives somewhere in Europe, I can't remember where right now. Your grandparents live with the daughter that's still in the country. Ten cousins living here, the youngest is six, the oldest is twenty-eight. A couple of kids, first cousins once removed or whatever that makes them. I have all the names here, but maybe you can read those on your own."

"Have you contacted them?" Clarke asks and Anya shakes her head.

"No. I know the address is current, I did check with the local authorities, so they do live there. I can't promise they'll be home, of course, but judging by their financial records, I don't think they're the kind of people who travel much, though they do have valid passports."

Clarke gives her a questioning look. "You checked their financial records?"

"I checked everything I could," Anya replies with a shrug.

"OK, well, as long as you didn't do anything illegal."

A ghost of a smile, the type that always made a shiver run down Clarke's spine when they lived in the same city and actually spent time together now and then, appears on Anya's face. "Nothing they can trace back to me."

Remembering that Bellamy is still in the room, Clarke turns to him. "You OK?"

He tears his eyes from the papers in his lap to give her a wide-eyed look. "Yeah, I'm… yeah."

Which basically means that he's overwhelmed and not sure what to do, so she squeezes his hand and gets up, nodding at Anya to follow her to the door. They step out into the hallway and Clarke lets the door close almost completely, keeping her hand in the crack.

"I think that went as well as can be expected," she says, keeping her voice low.

Anya raises a disbelieving eyebrow. "That was well?"

Clarke glances at the door. "He's just… I don't think he was expecting you to find anything, so he's a little overwhelmed right now."

"Right. So you said you might need an interpreter, if I did find his family?"

She had almost forgotten that, but she did. "That would be great, if you don't mind? We're staying here tonight too and then we're going to Taytay tomorrow, does that work for you?"

Anya inclines her head. "I don't have anything pressing tomorrow, so that will be fine. I would say it's likely that his aunt and uncles, maybe even his grandparents, at least understand English even if they might not speak it well, and the cousins should be able to handle that part, but it would probably be good if someone who speaks both languages explains everything at first. Just to make sure nothing gets lost in translation, if you will. I won't be able to stay more than the day, though."

Clarke offers her a grateful smile. "Thanks so much, really."

Anya straightens up and Clarke remembers how she always stiffened when someone would show appreciation. Apparently that's not something you grow out of, even in several decades.

"Yes. So I will see you back here tomorrow, same time?"

Clarke checks her watch – ten thirty. "Yes, that should be fine. Are we taking the bus or train, or should we rent a car?"

"I have a car, don't worry about it. You might need to make your way back to Manila on your own, depending on when you'll want to return here, but that shouldn't be a problem."

"OK. Thanks, again, and we'll see you tomorrow."

With another nod, Anya is gone and Clarke goes back into the hotel room.

Bellamy is still sitting where she left him, staring at the papers in his hands. She crosses the room and gently pries them from his fingers, making him look up with a frown.

"Seriously, are you OK?" she asks.

He shakes his head, as if to clear it, and then a smile finally appears on his face.

"I'm good, really. I can't believe I have a family."

Chapter warnings: explicit sexual content