A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted in awhile! Things have been pretty hectic and I have a lot of Bellarke AU's in the making. I'll be discussing them at the bottom A/N so if your interested look down there and tell me in the reviews or in a pm what you think. Enjoy!

Episode 5: The One Where The Army Doctor Comes In

Clarke knew right when her weird disappearances were happening. She didn't pry though. She hated it when Octavia did that to her and Octavia was younger and needed her own privacy just like she did so when Octavia tip toed around the room, grabbed her coat, would borrow some of Clarke's lip stick and dash, Clarke was always wide awake but she didn't say a word.

Although after four months - it had gone too far. Clarke woke up when the door clicked shut and she heard Octavia's quiet whimpers; trying not to wake her up. Clarke sighed, throwing her feet off the bed and slipping them into some slippers before she cracked open her door and saw Octavia with her head in her hands as she cried.

She stayed at the door frame, unsure if she should come over because with Octavia (with any Blake actually) it really depended her mood. Sometimes she'd need someone to hug her tight and feel someone, while other times she'd lash out when someone skimmed her hand while walking by. "Are you alright, sweetie?" Clarke asked, walking slowly over to Octavia.

She shook her head frantically, tears still splitting from her eyes and gasped for air.

"Oh sweetie," Clarke whispered, pulling her in for a hug and caressing her hair as she hugged her. "It's okay, it's okay. What happened?"

"He-" Octavia croaked out, voice raspy. "He's leaving!" She wailed.

Clarke let her tears soak into her neck for a few more minutes before she pulled away from her to look at her face. Clarke wiped the tears from her cheeks, grabbing her face and frowned. "Who?"

"Lincoln." Octavia whispers, her whole body shaking.

"Who's Lincoln?"

"A guy I met - Clarke, you can't tell Bell! I'm serious - you - you just cant!" Octavia shakes her head, grabbing onto the sleeves of Clarke's shirt and pleading with her.

"I wont, I wont. Who the hell is Lincoln?"

"He's a local customer at Central Perk. He's always quiet and nice, always has his head in a sketch book." Octavia sniffs as she continues her story, "I saw his drawing of me when he had left to go to the bathroom and had left his sketch book open. He was a cool, gentlemanly, older guy so I thought why not? And then it got really serious, Clarke. Too serious. And now he's going to the war to be a doctor and I just don't know if I can handle it..."

"He's an older guy?" Clarke questions, raising an eyebrow.

"He's thirty five but that's not the point. Clarke, I...think I might actually love him."

"Octavia," Clarke sighs, shaking her head. "you say that-"

"About a lot of things, I know. But I've been with him for four months. That's a long time for me. You know that."

Clarke chews down on her lip, the possibility that Octavia would stay with a guy for over two weeks was a far stretch so four months? She just might be in love with him. Then again, Octavia said she was in love with a gold fish Bellamy had won her at a fair and after one hour, she said she wanted a blue fish not a gold one. Octavia changed her opinions daily, if not hourly.

"I want him to come to my birthday party before he leaves. Please Clarke?"

Clarke sighs as she sees the tears start to build up from Octavia once again and hugs Octavia a little tighter. "I'll have to meet him."

Lincoln was an older fellow. She didn't know what nationality he came from but she didn't ask. She just watched the way as Octavia clung to him with a passion that couldn't be described, digging her nails into his back as she hugged him and letting them sway from the tight embrace. Supposedly he only had two or so days before he would go to war. He had filled the application out a long time ago to go because there was nothing here for him. There was, now there is.

"Am I going to the party?" Lincoln asked making Octavia stare at Clarke with hopeful eyes.

"Octavia." Clarke sighs. "It's just not possible."

"We've been dating for four months." Lincoln says with exasperation in his voice. "I haven't seen one of her friends - this is the first I've seen of them. I want to meet them, I want to meet her brother. I want to at least go to her birthday party. You're her friends, if you love her; you shouldn't care."

"It's because we love her that we'll care." Clarke corrects him, she folds her arms over her chest and raises her chin at him. "I already thought of three ways I could kill you while we were talking. I have thought of a billion reasons why you aren't fit for Octavia. We will care. We'll probably even crack some jokes and make fun of you or her but," Clarke sighs. "we'll try not to be such an ass. You have my vote if you want to come to the party, alright?"

"Can you break the news to Bell?" Octavia asked.

Clarke scoffed. "Sweetie, I love you and I'd take a bullet for you but no way am I going to take you brother for you."

"If he hears it from you first you know he won't be as angry. He'd fight with me. He'd punch Mont and Jas that they didn't tell him sooner. He'd be fuming that I sent Rae to tell him. Your the only logical choice."

So that was what led Clarke to this moment. She didn't even know how Octavia had convinced her. Maybe it was because of the electricity she held in her blue big eyes, or the fact that she used the puppy dog pout, or maybe because she was simply a Blake and a Blake gets what they want. Well - Octavia got what she wanted anyway.

Bellamy always did throw a huge extravagant, fun and exciting party anytime it was Octavia's birthday. When he was younger when he couldn't afford it he'd have to steal or put in extra hours and bend over backwards to get her a decent birthday party but now that he was a chief with good money, he was trying to compensate for the half-assed parties that she'd have as a child. So she really hated telling him the news when he was about to order the bouncy house for her.

Bellamy is fuming, his nostrils are flaring out the way they do when he gets upset and his jaw is clenched and arms crossed over his chest.

"Don't get angry, Bell." Clarke pleads, resting her arm on his bicep in a way to calm him down. It doesn't work.

"How can I not be angry, Clarke?!" He lashes out.

He looks over at the garbage can beside them and kicks at it making it tumble to the ground and start to roll as he cusses. It's a very Blake move to just hit something when their angry; Clarke grew use to it over the years. She remembered that one time when Bellamy had to go to a parent-teacher conference for Octavia and they had started saying they needed an actual adult and this wasn't a game, little boy - Bellamy punched a wall, sat down through the conference with a broken hand and didn't even make a wince when he made a hole in the wall or when it started turning purple and started swelling.

The teachers were in mortal terror the whole time and Clarke had to fix his hand.

Or the time Octavia wanted to go to the mall with five guys and when Bellamy said no she punched a wall - there was a lot of punching walls back in the day.

"This is the reason why she didn't tell you!" Clarke screams at him. "You baby her too much!"

"This coming from the woman who wouldn't let Monty go out of the house without sun screen yesterday!" Bellamy scoffs.

"It was very sunny that day." Clarke says and when they hold each other's glares does she sigh. "She wants you to like him, Bell. She thinks she loves him."

"Octavia loves-"

"A lot of things and almost everything, I know, Bell. Trust me, I know. That's what I said but she's been with him for four months. That's a long time for Octavia."

"That doesn't mean anything. It's just four months-"

"It's Octavia, Bellamy. Octavia said yes to going out with Keith in high school and when he started walking away she took it back because she changed her mind. Dating someone for longer than a week is a lot for Octavia."

"He's an older man, he's going to war - this won't work out."

"She wants it to and that's what's surprising to me - that's what's making me okay with this. You know if it was any other guy who was older and leaving Octavia would break up with them and even wave as they left. She says she'll wait."

"She doesn't mean that."

"I think she does, Bell. Octavia changes her mind a lot but one thing she does not do is play with someone's emotions."

Bellamy paces outside of the Central Perk, he wants to storm in their and punch Lincoln's face but Clarke had told him the gang was in there and they'd most likely trample on top of him, hold him back as Octavia and Clarke tried to scream some sense into him as he tried to punch the man. They probably brought Miller and Wick too so Wick could be a shield and Miller would hand cuff him.

"He's in love with her, Bellamy. The look on his face when he sees your sister - it's indescribable. He wouldn't do anything to hurt her."

"I cant believe your not backing me up on this!"

"Who said I wasn't?" Clarke says. "I'm not happy with Octavia dating him either but - I know we cant stop her. If we try, she'll hate us. Please Bell, I'm begging you. Just come inside with us and meet him first. He's only here for another few days and then he's leaving."

He stares at her eyes, keeping his long gaze with them before he curses and looks down. "I feel like if I'm gonna meet him, I'll kill him." He admits.

"Miller has handcuffs, Wick a taser and if anything we'll all hold you back."

Bellamy sighs, giving a nod and Clarke intertwines their fingers. She squeezes them, looking him in the eye and it's her way of trying to calm him down. He takes a calming breath and begins to walk into Central Perk. Right when he does, Octavia jumps in front of Lincoln; Miller pulling out some handcuffs and Wick the taser; Raven, Miller and Jasper at the end ready to pounce if necessary.

Bellamy growls, raising his fist and is about to charge when Clarke grabs his hand to pull it down. "Quit." She says and he growls.

"How old are you?" Bellamy asks the man.

"Thirty five." Lincoln says, holding his head high and keeping his stance.

"You do realize she's only twenty-one and just about to turn twenty-two." Bellamy says.

"Bellamy!" Octavia gasps.

"It's alright, Octavia." Lincoln says, smiling at her. "I wanted to meet him."

"And you met me." Bellamy says, he sits down on the couch, wrapping his arm around Clarke protectively before pulling Octavia down beside him and wrapping his other arm over her.

"Octavia didn't lie when she said you were over-protective."

Bellamy raises an eyebrow.

"I respect that. You should keep what you cherish close and protect it with all costs. But I don't want to hurt her."

"I'll see that for myself." Bellamy says.

"He's evaluating you," Octavia whispers to Lincoln although they can all hear. "that's a good thing. Most of my boyfriends don't even make it to this part."

Apparently Lincoln enjoyed Greek mythology. Bellamy sat down with his arms over both Octavia and Clarke's shoulder as he told him some tales. He told the ones that Octavia liked the most as a child; Psyche and Cupid, Atalanta, Prometheus and how Octavia really loved the goddess, Artemis and Persephone.

Octavia grinned at Clarke, a way of her saying: I think they might be getting along.

Clarke had nodded and turned away slightly horrified because Bellamy didn't get along with any of Octavia's boyfriends. They said the only time that would ever happen would be if there was some type of apocalypse and Clarke didn't really want to be in the apocalypse just yet. It was like he read her mind or maybe he had saw the two exchanging looks because he stopped mid-story and glared at Lincoln. "Why did you enroll in the army?"

"I didn't have anything here I cared for. My father died awhile ago and I had no family other than him." Lincoln shrugged. "I thought why not make myself useful."

"How long have you and Octavia been dating?"

"Four months and today is our Anniversary."

"I still don't like you." Bellamy said bluntly and after a long stare did he sigh. "But it's her birthday and...if she wants you at her birthday then whatever."

Octavia sighed in relief, kissing her brother's cheek before turning to him with a grin, "He said yes. Now can we get going to our reservations?"

Clarke thought Octavia was pushing it.

Octavia wanted her birthday party to be the best one she ever had. She wanted there to be alcohol, drunk people, high people, random people and for everyone to be having fun. She also wanted her dad to be there. Which when she said this to Clarke - she almost made her run off the balcony to not see the doom that was going to be upon them.

"Oh come on, Clarke!" Octavia smiled at her and grabbed Clarke's hands so she wouldn't run away. "I know he ran out on us but maybe he's changed!"

Octavia held out her finger for Clarke to stay seated on their couch and after running into her room came back with the photo. Clarke closed her eyes mentally to stop the pain that filled her orbs. "This is all I have of him. A photo, Clarke. I want to actually meet the guy." Octavia held out the photo in front of Clarke and her heart sunk.

It wasn't their father. That photo was of a random man that was in a picture frame. Bellamy had given it to her when she kept asking about their father and had said, "That's him. Let's not talk about it okay?"

Clarke remembered the day well. They had gotten into a huge fight about it and Bellamy said it wasn't his idea. It was his mother's and if she had a problem to take it up with her. (Aurora was dead.)

Clarke shoved the picture of the male catalog model out of her face, "You already have Lincoln, how about we just drop this whole thing?"

"Clarke, how can you be like this? He's my father. I just want him in one of my parties and why not the one with all my friends and my boyfriend?"

"Octavia, I'm telling you; your pushing this. Don't bring it up to Bellamy."

"I am." Octavia said, tilting her chin in defiance and crossing her arms.

Clarke shook her head, her jaw tightened and she pushed herself off the couch. "You're gonna regret it."

Octavia shushed them all when Bellamy and Clarke walked in. Bellamy was although still angry at Lincoln who was going to attend the party, a little over it by now. He had his arm around Clarke as he walked in, talking about some silly joke Miller had told him and sat down on the couch next to Octavia. "There's the soon to be birthday girl!" Bellamy grinned, wrapping his arms around his sister and giving her a hug.

"Hey Bell," Octavia smiled. "I wanted to talk to you about something today."

"Octavia!" Clarke exclaimed, her eyes bugging out of her head. "Not with them here."

"No - wait, what's going on?" Bellamy asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I want dad to be at the party." Octavia blurted out.

Jasper and Monty sunk into their seats, looking sheepishly at the ground; Raven raised a skeptical eyebrow; Clarke covered her mouth with her hand and Bellamy had his eyes wide and his hand that was holding Octavia's shoulder slipped. "Octavia," Bellamy sighed. "we've been over this - I don't know who he is. I was only five when he left."

"Use your police officer skills to find him! Mom said he loved Manhattan, he's here. We just need to find him." Octavia dug through her purse and showed them all the photo. "This is our dad. Bellamy, I want him to be at my party."

Raven raised an eyebrow, reaching over and grabbing the picture before she laughed. "This is a male catalogue model."

Octavia raised an eyebrow, walking behind Raven to look at the image like she was. "No, that's our dad."

"That-" Raven points to the picture. "is a male catalogue model. He's a man smiling showing off a black coat with a completely blue background."

Raven - the new comer of the group - was not informed about Bellamy's father. Bellamy explained to all of them who their father was; some low thug hobo that lived near the central park in a box. He had told them all that if Octavia ever mentioned their father to always say nothing because from the information he told her all he said was that all their mother gave him was that picture. It was Aurora's dying wish for Octavia not to know; she was the one who suggested the male catalogue model as the idea. Aurora said the male catalog model was foxy and Bellamy gave no input.

"Maybe it was just really...blue that day." Octavia practically whimpered. Her eyes looked over to Bellamy; wide and scared and watery, Bellamy sighed and that was the only answer she needed before she ran out of the shop.

"Shit." Raven muttered.

Octavia didn't come home for two days and today it was her birthday. Bellamy had Clarke and Octavia's apartment decked out with decorations and there was a tiny trampoline as well as bouncy house, a sad clown in the corner and the guests would be coming in a few hours or so. The alcohol was covered on the table with chips and other hand snacks.

Bellamy was staring out the window, the rest of the gang was in the living room quietly watching from afar. None of them knew if Octavia was going to be there, Clarke guessed she was at a motel with Lincoln or something. That was when the door opened and they saw Octavia drop the mail on the table and grab a beer from in the fridge.

"Octavia!" They all exclaimed, Raven was the first to hug her.

"You had me worried sick." Bellamy growled out, walking up to her but she slid past him and sat on the couch with her face forward. "Your gonna give me the silent treatment? Really?"

She stayed silent, her jaw clenched as she stared at the wall.

"It was mom's dying wish." Bellamy said which finally caught her attention. "She didn't want you knowing him."

"She didn't want me knowing my father? How sweet of her!"

"Octavia," Bellamy said in his older-brother voice that he always did. "she wanted you to believe that our father was a good man."

She turned a glare on him, her eyes narrowing and when she was about to open her mouth to scream at him he held up his hand. He opened up his wallet, pulling out a tiny heart necklace and handed it to her. "I don't want your gifts, Bellamy!" She growled.

"Open it."

She raised an eyebrow, keeping her eyes on him as she popped the tiny trinket heart open and let her eyes fall down on the picture. On one side of the heart was their mom and on the other was Bellamy with blue contacts. "Yeah, it's you and mom."

"That's not me."

Her eyebrows furrowed, she looked down at the picture of Bellamy and she let out a breath of air like she'd been holding it for a century. "This is dad?"

"Yeah. That's Frank." Bellamy shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and Octavia looked up at him, her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline.

"Frank?"

"Yeah, that's our asshole dad." Bellamy nodded, scuffing his foot to the carpet.

"Where does he live?" Octavia asked and the whole group exchanged glances.

"It's better if I just show you."

Bellamy told the cab to stop and exited the car along with the rest of them. There the box was, near the park's wooden bench like it always was. Octavia looked around, raising an eyebrow and turning to him with an unamused face. "Why are we at the park?"

"He's there." Bellamy said, nodding towards the box and Octavia looked at the box.

Frank was in there too, the box was tiny and the mans feet were sticking out of it and by the way they heard loud snoring he was most likely sleeping. "You can go say hi to him but don't be disappointed if he tries to touch you - he could think you were a prostitute or mom - depends how drunk he is." Bellamy sat down on the bench farther from him, Jasper and Monty standing behind him and patting his back.

"My mom was something like him," Raven said, squeezing Octavia's hand. "trust me when I say you don't want to meet them."

Clarke looked over at Octavia once everyone left to the other farther away bench and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "Bellamy didn't want you to see him like this. He wanted you to think he was that guy in the picture who always smiled."

Octavia opened the heart trinket that Bellamy gave her and touched the photo of him. He looked so much like Bellamy; his hair was a mop of curls, the smirk on his face, the freckles that splattered across his face but one thing was different about him. He had blue eyes. Octavia closed the trinket, shoving it into her jean pocket before she turned around. "Where are you going?" Clarke asked.

"I lost one father today, I don't need to lose another. This guy is my father," she pointed to the trinket, "not that guy." she pointed to the man sleeping in a box. "Plus, I have Bell. I don't need him." Octavia grinned.

Clarke opened up the flap to the bouncy house to see the gang playing popcorn. Octavia was curled up like a popcorn while Raven, Jasper and Monty were around her, jumping with oomph to try and make her unravel her arms and pop. "I found them!" Clarke called and Bellamy went out of Octavia's room where he was looking for them.

"Thanks for the bouncy house, Bell!" Octavia said as she jumped more nearer to Raven so she would pop.

Clarke slipped off her shoes and joined them, Bellamy following in after. Eventually after their futile attempts to pop Raven, Jasper and Monty fell on their knees and started laughing as Octavia grabbed the wine from on the kitchen counter and opened it. Passing it around as they shared some terrible/embarrassing stories of their childhood.

"The first time Jasper and I stole something - Jasper shat his pants!" Monty exclaimed as he laughed.

Jasper hit him, following by a 'dude' and a grumble as everyone laughed. "Monty peed!" Jasper tried to defend himself.

"Yeah but I didn't poop!" Monty defended and the group was bubbling with laughter.

"I one time won a medal in cross country - I got first place." Raven said with a grin.

"That's not funny, that's just cool." Octavia stated.

"I know." Raven grinned and that made everyone laugh.

"When me and Bell were friends in our second year of high school, we were going out to the park and you know that huge Christmas tree that they put in the middle of the park?" They all nod, Bellamy groaned and held his head in his hands. "He kept trying to give me a noogie to mess up my hair and I shoved him and his back hit the tree and tipped it over."

"Oh my god!" Raven said, looking over to Bellamy to see if this was true. "That's like vandalizing. What did you do?"

"Bellamy tossed me over his shoulder and ran." Clarke laughed.

"Well I remember that one time where Clarke almost punched a guy because he was saying batman sucked." Bellamy said.

Jasper and Monty gasped, holding each other like they had never heard something so evil. "That guy deserved it, he was being such an ass about it!" Clarke exclaimed and they all started to laugh.

"You two are such nerds." Octavia said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Bellamy challenged. "How about we talk about you when you were little and about your dream job? You remember what that was?"

"My little samurai." Clarke snorted and Octavia flushed.

"Samurai's are cool alright?" Octavia tried to defend.

"Let's not forget the time where you gave yourself a hair cut." Bellamy reminded.

"Or the time you played dress up and wore Bellamy's clothes 'cause you wanted to be the dad." Clarke reminded as well.

Octavia groaned, rolling on the floor of the bouncy house and took a big sip of the wine in her hands. After gaining her composure when the laughing started decreasing did she stare at Bellamy and Clarke who had their arms entangled around one another. Raven holding onto her glass of wine with a large grin on her face. Jasper and Monty hitting each other as they bickered over who would get to tell the story.

"Screw family." Octavia said suddenly causing all of their attention. "Mine is right here."

They all grinned, giving her slop-sided grins and smiles and tackled her to the floor as they began to tickle her. "Happy Birthday, O!" They all cheered.

A/N: How was it? Tell me what you think, I really enjoy feed back whether it be criticism or just you guys being fan girls. Anyway I need to discuss with you all real quick how you want a certain chapter. If you watched friends you know that Joey was the first to know about Chandler and Monica's relationship, well I wanted to do that too but I wasn't sure because I was going to chose Jasper. Anyway though, I'm thinking that they are all too close and maybe I should jut do it where they all find out at the same time. I don't know. Tell me what you think. As for the bellarke AU's I was talking about, I was going to do The Office AU, Teen Wolf AU, Avatar AU, Brooklyn Nine Nine AU and a lot more. Tell me what you think and please leave a review, I'd appreciate it greatly! Also Frank was Phoebe's dads name just wanted to point that out if you didn't know why I named him that. Have a good day! - Phantom4747