A/N: I got some comments re: the last chapter (which is great! always send me your thoughts!) where some people were a little confused/upset about her trying to set him up with someone else. She really REALLY didn't want to, but she's sort of convinced herself that he doesn't see her in that way, and she just wants him to be happy, even if it's not with her. Which really, isn't that hallmark of true love? Plus, she was trying to figure out how to get back to being "just friends" and she thought that would be a normal "friend" thing to do. Luckily, he wanted no parts of it, (was confused as hell, frankly) so her failed attempt at wing-womaning was all for nothing anyway.

Don't worry. They figure it out soon. ;)

In the meantime, have a little fluff.

Relationship-furthering fluff, but fluff, nonetheless.

Clarke sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed, gently shaking Bellamy's shoulder.

He groaned and scooted away, all without opening his eyes.

Clarke couldn't help the smile that crossed her face, but she reached for him again. "Bellllll. I need to leave for work soon, but I promised you hangover breakfast."

"Uh-uh," he grumbled, face contorted in the biggest pout she'd ever seen, but he did move closer to her again.

Without even really realizing she was doing it, she reached a hand out, gently brushing the curls off his forehead. "You need to get some water in you, at least."

He still didn't move, his eyes closed.

"Bell, come on. You drank a lot last night. This is going to stop being amusing and start worrying me if you don't drink some water."

He huffed, making his displeasure clearly known, but propped himself up slightly, accepting the bottle of water she handed him.

She watched as he downed almost half the bottle, then handed it back to her, flopping back on the bed, then immediately regretting it, if his resulting groan was anything to go by.

"Son of a bitch," he swore, holding a hand to his head. "Why did I drink so much last night?"

"I actually don't know that you drank that much. I think it was more…what you drank."

Bellamy squinted his eyes shut painfully. "Fuck. I'm going to kill Monty and Jasper. Remind me never to drink anything they make, ever again."

She couldn't help but grin. "Mmhmm," she hummed. "So…how does 30 feel, Bell?" she teased.

"Fuck," he groaned, leaning forward until his face was buried against the side of her thigh.

She froze for a moment, looking down at his mess of curls and the bit of the side of his face that was visible, wondering what she was supposed to do with this…but he seemed pretty insistent about it, nuzzling his nose against her and putting his arm around her waist, as if to keep her there.

…as if she wanted to be anywhere else.

She gingerly laid her hand on his head, running her fingers through his curls, and he immediately sighed, letting out a contented hum.

She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, but she definitely wasn't ready for it to end when she caught sight of the face of her father's watch on her wrist, noticing that her shift started in a half hour.

"Bell…" she whispered. "I have to leave soon."

He made a noise of disagreement, holding on to her tighter.

She couldn't help but smile, staying there a minute longer, but she eventually stood up, and he let out a noise of frustration that made her smile all the more.

"Drink your smoothie," she insisted, grabbing it off the nightstand where she'd placed it when she'd first came into his room, and waiting while he sat up so she could hand it to him.

He accepted the glass none-too-eagerly, and she backed away from the bed. "Better finish that before I get done making your breakfast," she reminded him.

He groaned. "Please don't set off the smoke alarm. My head can't take it."

She was laughing as she walked into his kitchen, getting all the necessary things together.

It was only 15 or 20 minutes later when she was carrying a plate into his bedroom, full of food she'd cooked herself, thank you very much.

She found him slumped down in his bed, eyes closed and snoring softly, his glass three-quarters of the way empty on the table beside him.

She hated to wake him, but she also knew, from experience, that he'd thank her later.

"Bell, wake up," she said quietly.

He sighed, turning his head away from her.

She set the plate on his nightstand, putting her hands on her hips as she stared down at him. "Bellamy Blake, I managed to cook breakfast without setting off the smoke alarm. Don't make me go press the test button now just to get you to wake up."

He grumbled, but opened his eyes, attempting to sit up, but not really succeeding.

Clarke grabbed his arm, helping to pull him up and then putting his pillow behind him, propping him up.

When he was mostly stable, she handed him the plate.

He looked down at it a little dubiously, and she couldn't really blame him.

After all…she'd cooked it.

And yeah, the bacon was a little…crispy…but the eggs looked passable enough.

And she hadn't set off the smoke alarm, even with all the bacon grease, so really, it was a win-win situation.

"I don't need a review, Geoffrey Zakarian. Just eat it."

He scooped a bit of egg on his fork, hesitantly bringing it to his mouth. "That's…actually not bad,"

She felt an irrational pride at that.

He managed to get a few more bites down before he stopped to take another long drink of water. "What did you put in the smoothie? It's different," he commented, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Honey," she replied. "Should get your blood sugar back up quicker. Make you feel human again sooner."

He hummed in response, breaking the blackened ends off a piece of bacon and eating the middle, which was…less black.

She watched him for a minute, making sure he seemed halfway okay before she left.

"I have to get going," she reminded him. "You going to be okay?"

He nodded, concentrating on the eggs on the plate in front of him.

She couldn't help it, really she couldn't, when she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. "Happy second day of your 30's, Bell. Try not to throw up, k?"

"Mm," he murmured, going back to his food.

She chuckled, grabbing her stuff and leaving his apartment after putting another bottle of water on his nightstand.

It wasn't until she was walking through the parking garage at the hospital a few minutes later that her phone started ringing.

She glanced at it, seeing Bellamy's picture before pressing 'accept.'

"Did you throw up?" she teased by way of greeting.

"No," he huffed, sounding a bit more like himself.

She chuckled. "What's up? Miss me already?" she teased without thinking, then immediately froze in the stairwell, wishing she could take it back.

Bellamy, however, didn't even seem to notice, immediately answering, "Always."

Clarke was fairly sure she stopped breathing for a second, and she felt the sudden insane urge to sit down on the step she was currently frozen on.

Luckily, Bellamy seemed to remember why he'd called her. "You got me tickets to the charity game," he said, which wasn't really a question, but she knew what he wanted to ask anyway.

"I did. And no, I didn't pay an ungodly amount for them."

"Clarke."

She chuckled, finally resuming her trip down the stairs. "My hospital is one of the recipients of the charity. Our children's ward is getting new equipment with some of the funds, and our board helped plan this entire thing. Our senior attendings all got two free tickets each. I asked Kane for his."

She'd reached her floor, but she stayed in the stairwell, waiting to finish her conversation with Bellamy before she walked inside.

"And he…just gave them to you?"

"Surprisingly, yes. I was prepared to offer like…indentured servitude for the next six months, but he seemed surprisingly eager to hand them over."

"…why?"

Clarke leaned up against the wall, sighing. "Honestly, I think he's trying to get on my good side. I think…he might be dating my mother? Or he wants to, anyway."

"…what?"

"Yeah, I don't know. Remember that consult she went to in Chicago over Thanksgiving? Turns out Kane got called in to consult too. I guess they spent Thanksgiving together at the hotel buffet and now they're…" she sighed again. "I don't know."

"Clarke, I…" she could hear his hesitance over the phone. "Are you okay?"

She thought about it for a minute. "Yeah. I mean…it's weird, and I do feel a little like I'm being punched in the stomach when I first think about it but…she deserves to be happy, right? It's been a long time since my dad. She's not doing anything wrong. And Kane's a good enough guy, I guess. It's just…weird," she repeated.

"Weird to see your mom dating someone or weird that it's your boss?"

She huffed a laugh. "Both?"

The line was silent for a minute as they both processed, but then something seemed to occur to Bellamy.

"Were we arguing about something last night?" he asked, sounding confused.

"Uhh…no?"

"I swear I remember you screaming 'Siri' at me, which makes no fucking sense whatsoever."

Clarke couldn't help the laugh that escaped her, and she didn't even care when it bounced off the walls in the stairwell, echoing loudly.

The word 'echo' passing through her brain then sent her into a fit of giggles that had tears running down her face.

"Clarke, what the hell?" Bellamy griped, clearly not happy about being left out of the joke. "I'm going to kill those nerds."

She wiped the tears off her cheeks, still chuckling as she promised, "I'll tell you later." She heard him grumbling under his breath, but she ignored it. "Go back to sleep, Bell. You'll feel better when you wake up."

She expected him to just say 'bye,' so she already had her hand on the door handle, but paused when he didn't hang up as quickly as she'd expected.

"Clarke?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for…everything."

She hesitated. "Everything?"

"The tickets, the party…staying with me…the breakfast. Everything."

She wondered how many odd looks she'd get when she walked into the hospital with a smile this big on her face. "Anytime," she said, and it was practically a whisper. She cleared her throat. "Well, not the party. I think you're gonna have to wait a year for the next one of those."

"I can do that. And I already know what gift I want for my 31st."

"Oh?"

"Promise me you won't let me drink anything Monty and Jasper bring."

Clarke laughed, finally pulling open the door. "Deal."