A couple hours had passed, and in those hours, Jasper had admitted his board game was damn weird, Raven and Miller had started taking a shot every time Jasper looked at the instructions and still came away confused, and Clarke had started to feel like maybe, just maybe, she could come home again.

Just then, Bellamy got up from the couch, taking his empty beer bottle into the kitchen.

Clarke took a deep breath, grabbed her almost empty bottle, and followed him.

Bellamy hadn't exactly acknowledged her existence since the chip incident, but he also looked a little less like he wanted to punch something, so Clarke was going to take her opportunity where she could get it.

When she turned the corner into the kitchen, Bellamy had his back to her, and as far as she could tell, he was just standing there, hands resting on the counter beside Raven's sink.

"Hey," she said, tentatively.

She noticed his back immediately tense.

He turned around slowly, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest as he slowly appraised her, his eyes running over her from head to toe. "You know, you look a little like someone I used to know. Or at least, someone I thought I knew."

Clarke's eyes closed, as if that could protect her from his harsh words. Because, coming from someone who'd once known her almost as well as he knew his own sister, that was one of the most hurtful things he could have said. She also deserved it. "That's fair."

He pushed off the counter, moving as if he was going to go around her.

Her hand reached for his arm, barely brushing it before he pulled away. "Bell, wait."

He was back to glaring at her. "What do you want, Clarke?"

"I don't know! I need to apologize, to tell you how sorry I am. I need to…I don't know, Bellamy, but I need to fix it."

Just as Bellamy was about to answer, his phone dinged from in his pocket. "Why do you care, Clarke?" Pulling his phone out, he frowned at the screen, then turned his glare back on Clarke. "Does my sister know you're here?" He asked accusatorily

Clarke nodded. "She's the one that talked me into coming."

Bellamy's jaw twitched. "So you didn't want to be here."

"No! That's not what I meant! I kept chickening out, thinking you guys wouldn't want me here. Octavia's the one that convinced me that I should do it." She paused, searching his eyes. "I've been wanting to see you guys for months."

He studied her. "How long have you been talking to her?"

Clarke swallowed. "I take it she didn't tell you?"

"No." He was pissed and he wasn't even attempting to hide it.

"We got back in touch a few months ago. Right before she left, actually."

"My sister has been talking to you for THREE MONTHS and didn't bother telling me?!"

Clarke looked away. "I wasn't sure if she had or not."

Bellamy stepped closer to her, his voice lowering dangerously. "Did you beg her to take you back? Or did she beg you to come back even though you were being an asshole?"

Clarke swallowed and looked away, remembering a time when Bellamy had been the one begging her to come back. "I…Neither. It's a long story." Clarke looked back at him. "Was the text from Octavia?"

He rolled his eyes.

Clarke felt the urge to smile for the first time since she'd entered the kitchen. "What did she say?"

Bellamy sighed, tilting the screen toward her.

Octavia: promise me you won't be an ass

One side of Clarke's mouth lifted in a grin.

Bellamy watched her, his eyes softening before he looked away, almost as if he wanted to join her, but couldn't.

"Bell…you have every right to be an ass to me. But just…give me a chance. It doesn't have to be tonight, but just give me a chance." She hesitantly placed her hands on his arms, which were again crossed on his chest. "I don't want you to hate me," she said quietly.

His eyes flicked to hers. "I don't…" he sighed. "I don't want to hate you."

She smiled tightly, nodding her understanding. "We should get back out there," she said, gesturing to the living room as she stepped away from him. "They probably think we killed each other by now."

He nodded, heading for the fridge. "I'll be right there."

Clarke smoothed her palms over her jeans, taking a deep breath before she walked back into the room with the rest of their friends.

Raven glanced up from the ottoman. "Everything okay?" She asked softly.

Clarke shrugged. "Getting there."

Raven nodded. "You didn't grab another beer?"

Clarke shook her head. "I probably shouldn't drink anymore. I've been staying at my Mom's and I'll have to drive home in a bit."

Bellamy passed her on his way back from the kitchen. "You're living all the way out in the suburbs?"

Clarke nodded. "Mom has that giant house all to herself and I think we both needed some time together to figure things out. Plus, after living with Octavia for so long, I wasn't really up to finding an apartment in the city on my own. Not right now, anyway." Clarke glanced at Bellamy nervously, wondering if she'd messed up by mentioning Octavia.

Bellamy just nodded as he took his place on the couch next to Gina.

Gina looked surprised. "You and Octavia were roommates for a long time?"

"Yeah. Since we were 18, actually."

Gina's eyebrows rose, as if she was surprised by this information.

Clarke continued, "We were matched in the dorms freshman year of college, roomed together sophomore year too, then got an apartment together after that."

Jasper pulled himself up from where he'd all but collapsed on the floor a few minutes ago. "Don't you and your mom like…hate each other though?"

Monty smacked him on the back of the head.

Clarke laughed. "Yeah, sometimes. We're working on it, though. Plus, between her being Chief of Surgery at General West and me just starting my internship at Memorial East, we're rarely ever home at the same time anyway." Clarke joined Raven on the ottoman. "The commute does suck sometimes though, especially when I'm exhausted, which is basically all the time now."

Raven patted her arm. "Well, you've got a couch to crash on anytime you need it. A couch that's like…two blocks away from the hospital," she said, gesturing to the piece of furniture beside her.

"Thanks," Clarke said, touched by the gesture, given everything that had happened.

Jasper threw the paper with the board game directions on it behind him. "Okay, I think I've got it now. Let's try one more time."

A shower of various items hit him, including chips, pizza crusts, a throw pillow off the couch, and what looked like…a fly swatter?

Everyone turned to Raven, who'd thrown it.

She shrugged. "What? It was all I could reach."

"Listen, all I'm saying is, he could have at least TRIED to wait until I put a diaper on him before he turned into a human piss fountain." Bryan said, walking out of the shower stall with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Clarke chuckled, opening her locker. "I just spent the last six hours doing Kane's charts. I'm pretty sure I'd have RATHER been pissed on by an infant."

"You wouldn't say that if you'd just had to wash pee out of your hair."

Before Clarke could respond, her phone vibrated from inside the pocket of her scrubs. Checking the display, she saw Raven's name.

"Hello?"

"Hey! What are you doing?" Raven asked.

"Just got off my shift at the hospital. Why?"

"Good! We're all going to that dive bar over on Washington Street. The one beside the dry cleaners. Meet us there?"

Clarke took a deep breath, contemplating. It had been almost a week since she'd crashed game night, and while she'd exchanged texts with Raven, Jasper, and Monty, she hadn't heard from Bellamy and she wasn't sure he'd want her tagging along. "You sure it's okay?"

"Griffin, don't make me threaten your gluteus maximus."

Clarke smirked. "Reyes, did you look up the scientific name for ass just to impress me?"

"Of course I did. I figured I'd have to threaten it again eventually. Wanted to make it seem like I knew what I was talking about. The threat carries more weight that way, ya know?"

Clarke chuckled. "It definitely does." She glanced at Bryan, who was just pulling a The Flash t-shirt over his head at a locker a few down from hers. "Can I bring a friend?"

Clarke pushed open the door to the bar, scanning the room for her friends as she stepped inside. Spotting them near the back, beside the dart board, she motioned for Bryan to follow her.

"Hey, guys!"

The table responded, almost in unison. Jasper, Raven, and Monty all seemed happy to see her, Gina seemed slightly distrustful, and Bellamy seemed to be ignoring her completely, instead focusing on Bryan, who was standing slightly behind Clarke.

Clarke turned, pulling Bryan to stand beside her. "This is Bryan. He just started his internship too. He also got peed on by a newborn today, so someone should probably buy him a beer."

Bryan started to protest, but Clarke cut him off. "No, I'm not doing it again. I bought you a beer last week when that kid with appendicitis threw up on you. It's someone else's turn."

Bryan smiled good-naturedly. "If I recall correctly, I was only on the ER shift because I switched with SOMEONE so they could assist on that craniotomy."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Craniotomy, Clarke. Power tools. Removal. Of. Skull." He enunciated each word. "And I got to put in IV's, set broken bones, and get thrown up on all night."

Clarke was laughing, as was most of the table. "Okay, fine. You're a great friend and I owe you another beer. By the way, these are the guys." She introduced everyone.

Bryan gave a wave. "Nice to meet you all."

Raven pulled out the chair next to her. "Have a seat, Doctor." She waited until he complied. "Please tell me you have embarrassing stories about Clarke at the hospital."

Bryan grinned over his shoulder at Clarke. "Tons, actually."

Clarke rolled her eyes and started backing towards the bar. "I'm going to spit in your beer."

She'd just placed her order at the bar when she felt Bellamy beside her. "Hey," she said cautiously.

He continued to look straight ahead, watching as the bartender made a drink. "I see you didn't have any trouble meeting people."

Clarke frowned. "I mean…I've made a few friends at the hospital. It's hard not to when you spend like 60 hours a week together. It's not the same as you guys though."

Bellamy snorted. "Yeah, I can see that."

Clarke turned to face him more fully, even though he still wasn't looking at her. "What's wrong? Do you not like Bryan or something? He's a really nice guy."

Bellamy finally looked at her. "If you say so." He started for the other end of the bar, where another bartender was working. "I'm going down there, see if it's any faster."

Clarke watched him go, unsure of what she'd done wrong now.