Bellamy sat down at his usual booth at the local cafe and was waiting for Charlotte to return with his coffee when the new doctor, Clarke Griffin, walked in. She went up to the counter and ordered a black coffee. Like a magnet her gaze immediately found his and a small smile adorned her beautiful face. She thanked the girl who handed her a to-go cup of coffee and paid for her drink then made her way over to his booth.

"Sheriff," She nodded to the empty seat across from him. "Mind if I sit?"

"Sure," Bellamy replied.

"I owe you an apology and Jasper as well," She set her purse by her side, but kept an arm through the strap as if she needed to make a quick getaway. "A long day doesn't excuse my rudeness."

"It's ok. I didn't even consider it being your first day. I forgot Hargrove had finally retired," Bellamy thanked Charlotte when she returned with his coffee. "Charlotte can you bring two of my normal order. Our new doc needs her strength."

"Sure," Charlotte replied with a smile despite Clarke's protests.

"How did your first day go? I can't image the people around here were very excited about something new," Bellamy asked completely ignoring her protests.

"That's an understatement," Clarke replied and took a sip of her coffee. "You'd think I hadn't spent years in medical school the way the people around here treated me. They second guessed me all day long and picked fights at every chance. Dr. Hardgrove really compelled loyalty that's for sure."

"He's been here longer than most people can remember. It's understandable they'd be skeptical," Bellamy said.

"I suppose. Did you get Jasper home safely?"

"Yea I did," Bellamy had left Jasper in his best friend Monty's hands. They lived next door to each other, as they had their whole lives.

"How long ago did she die?"

"It's been a few months now," Bellamy explained. "To be honest he's not getting much better. I don't know how to help him anymore. One of these days I'm going to be pulling his dead body from a fight, not a beaten up one."

"Healing takes time," Clarke replied.

Bellamy watched as a sadness crept into her eyes and a weight seemed to press down on her shoulders. It was like it had taken over her whole body. Something had happened to this woman and it was eating her alive. Before he could ask her about it their food came and along with it, his sister Octavia.

"Hey Bell," Octavia sat down in the booth beside him and grabbed one of the pieces of fruit off his plate.

"Hey," Bellamy teased although they both knew he didn't really mean it. He'd practically raised her and was a big softie when it came to her. "What do you want?"

"Will you please tell your cronies to stop giving me tickets?"

"Stop earning them and they will," Bellamy gave his sister a pointed look. She had a tendency to speed and at first his deputies had given her passes since she was his sister until Bellamy had found out. Then he'd told them not to give his sister special treatment.

"Come on Bell it's not like I'm going that fast," She slumped back against the seat and pouted at him.

"Don't give me that look Octavia. It's bad enough you ride that damn motorcycle, which I still hate by the way," Bellamy ignored the look and barreled on. "You could get seriously hurt if you keep speeding on it. I'm trying to help you learn that."

"Whatever you say big brother," Octavia turned to Clarke who was watching the two with a smirk on her face. "I'm Octavia Blake by the way. This jackass is my brother. He likes to control my life."

Clarke laughed and her blue eyes lit up causing a flutter in Bellamy's chest. She needed to do that more often.

"I'm Clarke Griffin the new doctor at the clinic," She extended her hand and the two women shook hands. "Nice to meet you."

"You coming to the festival this weekend?" Octavia picked more fruit off Bellamy's plate which earned her a glare from the sheriff although he still made no move to stop her.

"What festival?"

"It's an annual festival to celebrate the end of school and kick off summer," Bellamy explained. "There's usually lots of food, live music, craft booths. Sometimes the city council even manages to get some rides."

"You should come," Octavia picked one more piece of fruit off before picking up her riding gloves from the table. "In fact, I insist. I want to get to know you better."

"Ok I'll be there," Clarke glanced at Bellamy in confusion, but he just gave her a look that clearly said to go along with it.

Octavia wrote her number on a napkin and slide it across the table to Clarke then made her exit.

"Sorry she's a little strong willed," Bellamy grabbed his fork and started on his breakfast.

"That's ok," Clarke ate the eggs in front of her and found herself relaxing as she sat across from the lawman. He seemed completely at ease in the small town. Everyone that came through the cafe knew him and stopped to say hello. Despite his young age, he was obviously respected here. "How long have you lived here?"

"My whole life," Bellamy asked Charlotte for the check and a to-go cup of coffee. "I didn't have an ideal childhood, but I love this place. It's home."

Bellamy paid the tab, against Clarke's protestations, and reached across to grab the napkin Octavia had written her number on. He scribbled his number below hers and slide it back to Clarke with a smile.

"Thanks for the company Princess," He stood and thanked Charlotte on his way out, leaving Clarke smiling at his back.