Clarke woke to ice cold air blowing in her face, a kink in her neck, and ears so full of pressure it hurt. Drowsily, she blinked and tried to identify her surroundings. Rows of seats. A child across the aisle was watching Curious George on the screen on the seat in front of him, his mother sleeping in the seat next to him. Two women in blue uniforms were serving drinks from a cart. Seats. Passengers. Women in uniforms serving drinks. Oh. I'm on a plane. She realized. Clarke was so engrossed in deciphering how she got on the plane that she failed to hear a voice speaking her name.

"Clarke!"

Clarke jerked back into her seat when she felt someone hit her arm. Whirling in shock, Clarke gapped at the man next to her. "Bellamy?" Clarke frowned. Why was Bellamy sitting on a plane next to her? And why was he alone? Where was his date? Clarke pinched her nose, trying to alleviate the pressure inside her head. Bellamy was staring at her with a blank expression on his face. She hated it when he looked like that. As an artist, she was trained to see more into an object than what was really there. Clarke could read people's expressions like they were in her native language. But Clarke couldn't discern the way Bellamy was staring at her now. "What was that for?"

Bellamy continued to stare. "I said your name three times."

Clarke scoffed. "So you just had to hit me to get my attention?"

"It worked, didn't it?" Bellamy asked, a slight smile quirking his lips.

Clarke refused to dignify that question with an answer. Instead, she looked from the flight attendants serving a Coke to a balding gentleman, then back to Bellamy and changed the subject. "How did I get here?"

Yup. There was definitely the faintest of smiles forming on his lips. "I put you here."

"Oh." Clarke briefly wondered how he had managed to get her on the plane. She couldn't remember much that had happened after she had taken the capsule from the flight attendant in the restroom, and she could only imagine the scenario that had occurred. Clarke glanced over to Bellamy, who had finally ceased his staring and was now looking at the screen in front of him. "I wanted a window seat."

Obviously that was the wrong thing to say, if Bellamy's head swerving back towards her was any indication.

"Yeah, well I wanted to fly without my best friend's kid sister drooling on me for three hours, but here we are."

Clarke blinked. "Wow. Okay. You are very grumpy." Clarke almost smacked herself. Grumpy? Come on, Griffin. That was elementary! That drug she took must have really done a number on her cognitive skills.

"Really! I wonder why that could be." Bellamy snapped. "Maybe it's because I had a scotch and cheerios breakfast—" Clarke rolled her eyes. "—maybe it's because I have a raging headache—" Clarke barely refrained from telling him to take an aspirin. "—maybe it's because I just found out my dad is dying of cancer."

That made Clarke pause. "What?" She whispered.

Bellamy stared at his hands. "They called while you were passed out. Stage four. He's got six months."

"Oh, Bell." Clarke placed a hand on Bellamy's forearm. Watched as he blinked rapidly. Bit her lip when she saw a dark splotch appear on his jeans. "Bellamy." She said softly. Bellamy roughly swiped his eyes, refusing to look at her. Clarke took a deep breath. "Does Octavia know?" Bellamy shook his head. "No. My parents don't want to tell her yet. After the wedding maybe." Clarke nodded in understanding. That was probably best. Octavia idolized her dad. This news would destroy her. Clarke squeezed Bellamy's arm gently. "Bellamy, if you need anything, anything at all, okay? I'm here."

Bellamy finally looked over at her, but now Clarke almost wished he hadn't. His eyes looked so broken that Clarke almost cried with him. He nodded once, then returned his gaze to his jeans. Clarke started to remove her hand from his arm, but Bellamy's voice halted her movement. She looked up to see him staring at her intently. "Actually," he cleared his throat. "There is one thing."

"What!" Clarke stared openmouthed at Bellamy, who looked back sheepishly. His nonchalant attitude fueled her anger. "Why would you tell your parent's that we are engaged?" Clarke hissed. "Did I do or say something weird earlier? I was really hyped up on those drugs and I don't remember what I said or did…"

Bellamy shook his head. "Clarke, listen. Yes, you said and did some weird things when you were high—" Clarke swiveled her head towards him, eyes wide, but Bellamy continued, "—but that's not why I said we were engaged."

"Why then?" Clarke questioned.

Bellamy looked at Clarke for several seconds before shaking his head austerely. "I just wish you could have heard how happy it made him, when I told him," He paused. "When I told him that it was you."

Clarke stared dumbfounded. What had possessed Bellamy to claim her as his fiancé? He could have picked any girl, made one up. But no, he decided to use her. His best friend's kid sister, who reportedly, drooled on his shoulder for three hours. His sister's best friend. The girl whose guts he hated during high school. The girl he helped move out to San Diego and introduced her to some of the best friends she's ever had. Her. She, who was supposed to be coming home with her "mystery man." Clarke's thoughts were interrupted by Bellamy's voice.

"You know what, just forget it. I shouldn't have put you in this position. It was a stupid idea. I'm sorry. Let's just forget it, okay? It was stupid."

Clarke thought for a moment, then nodded her head, understanding flooding in. Bellamy was only trying to grant his dad his dying wish. There was no harm in that. Aside from the fact that the person he chose to help fulfil that wish wasn't exactly ideal, there was nothing wrong with his request. She understood how much Bellamy loved his dad and wanted to make him happy. She had felt it before too. For that she could grant him grace. "No. No, it wasn't stupid. Not under these circumstances. You just took me by surprise. I overreacted." Clarke sighed. Acting as Bellamy's fiancé would save her from explaining to her mother what had happened to her 'mystery man', but lying to Max wasn't worth avoiding embarrassment. Clarke bit her lip. "But I can't do it, Bellamy. Even to make your dad happy. It's dishonest."

Bellamy sighed resignedly. "I know. I'll clear everything up as soon as we land in Columbus, I promise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to play fiance with me in the first place."

Clarke smiled weakly. "It's alright." A sudden thought, however, caused her panic to rise again. "Bellamy? Your parents will keep this to themselves, right?"

Bellamy smirked ruefully. "They better. I told them to. Said that you wanted to tell your parents yourself. If they listened, we'll only have to explain the situation to my parents."

"Good." Clarke tilted her head. "Bellamy?"

Said man was now leaning back against the headrest of his seat, eyes closed. "Yeah, princess?"

Clarke frowned at the nickname, but continued. "What," she hesitated, "um, what did I do when I was hyped up on those drugs?"

Bellamy chuckled. "Maybe on day princess, I'll tell you."

Clarke huffed. Checked to see how close the flight attendants were to delivering drinks to her row. Looked back to Bellamy. "I still want the window seat."

"Shut up, princess."

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