Tumblr prompt: - 'The fire alarm went off at 3am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear.'

Clarke hadn't long got in from a fourteen hour shift at the hospital. Shuffling around her apartment as she grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of water, feeling very much like a zombie. Her old sofa sagged as she flopped onto the middle of it and let out a content sigh.

Kicking off her horrible white shoes Clarke picked up the TV remote and pressed the button. Spying a pair of her fluffy socks, she proceeded to pull them on. The sounds of one of the many re-runs of Friends were comforting as she opened the bag of chips. It had become such a habit of coming home from work and then watching Phoebe, Chandler and co before falling asleep on the sofa.

Having got home just after one am, true to form Clarke had once again fallen asleep on the couch. This time it wasn't the sun that had woken her up, it was the loud banging on her front door as well as a continuous beeping noise.

Grumbling as she pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders, Clarke headed over to answer it pulling her phone out on the way. Nearly three am, brilliant, she thought.

A moment of panic went through her when she saw the fireman at her door and heard various continuous beeping noises, although not in tune.

"Miss, you need to evacuate the building please," he explained as she nodded, the faint smell of smoke in the air.

The man watched as she shut her apartment door leaving in open a crack at his suggestion in case they needed to get in. Following his gestures she made her way down the hall and downstairs. Living on the second floor, Clarke didn't have too far to go but she still glanced nervously at the upper floors.

Fire; it was only of her only fears, which sounded stupid to some people. But they hadn't been trapped in a burning room, at the age of twelve with their childhood best friend. That was how she lost her father, when he rescued both her and Wells.

Fellow people in her building were making their way out into the crisp morning air. The smell of smoke was more prominent and as she looked up at the building she spotted the golden glow of orange embers in apartment four B.

Shaking her head, Clarke wondered just what the two boys who lived there were up too this time. She was actually surprised, in the three years of them living on the top floor they had yet to blow up the place. Occasional bangs could be heard from their apartment and knowing Clarke worked in the ER, they often paid her visits at various times of the day to get stitched up. She never quite knew what they got up too, and she certainly would never pry since the one with goggles had a shifty look in his eyes that said 'we are most definitely doing illegal things'.

Even though it wasn't cold Clarke shivered, looking quickly away from the building before she could remember that fateful night. She scanned the crowd, the two boys from the flat were whispering furiously to one another.

"I think I added just a bit too much..." the quieter of the two said.

"You think?" the one with the goggles, snarked back.

Clarke shook her head silently at them, they were good boys not that much younger that herself but still they did have a habit of experimenting with things. Wanting to put as much space between her and where there were flames she moved further down the street. Dropping to the floor, she perched on the kerb pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders, inhaling the familiar scent of the fabric condition she used to keep it soft.

Others like herself were still half asleep, most of them in sleep wear. With the exception of the guy who lived across from her. She recognised him of course, but they had never really spoken apart from the 'I got your mail by accident' and the occasional 'morning'. She couldn't help but let out a small giggle as she watched him talking into his phone as he paced.

Clarke had always thought her neighbour was kinda hot in a weird brooding way, but now he was standing next to her in his underwear, cursing under his breath she couldn't help but look at him properly. Tall, tanned with a nice physic and dark unruly curls, he looked every bit a god. Getting lost in her thoughts of her hot neighbour, it wasn't until she saw him glancing at her did she speak.

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Despite his desperate attempts to call Octavia she was not picking up. Life or death situation here, O, he thought as he silently cursed her since she was most likely with Lincoln. Hence her not picking up. Urgh, he really didn't want to think about that.

Bellamy couldn't help but glance over at the blonde who he heard giggle, her hair was all messy and spilling out of the bun it was in. She was in medical scrubs with a blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders, oh how he envied her.

All he was wearing was his boxers, his littler sister had always said that not sleeping in pyjamas would come back to haunt him. She was right.

Standing in front of his apartment block wearing nothing but his Batman boxers (and socks, he always had cold feet) was more than embarrassing, especially when his cute neighbour was nearby.

"Hey," she smiled at him as she caught him glancing at her as he gripped his phone tighter.

Bellamy thought it pure luck that he had left his phone on the counter and in reach from the doorway as he was ushered out of his apartment. Sadly clothes had not been reach, and sure he was annoyed at himself but also at the fact the paramedics hadn't even offered him a blanket or anything.

"Hi," he replied wondering what the hell to do. Did he sit down with her? Or just tower above her, so her head was practically level with his crotch?

Yeah not the best of ideas he thought, as he proceeded to sit down near her.

"So...you come here often?" the blonde mused and Bellamy cracked a smiled.

"Oh yeah, all the time," he replied as he tried to think of her name. Clara? Claire? "I just love sitting on a cold concrete floor."

"Hey, B-" Clarke turned to him but trailed off realising, she had totally forgotten his name.

"Bellamy," he supplied making her smile.

"Bellamy," she repeated with a smile."Take this," she told him, offering up the blanket from around her shoulders. "You look like you need it more than me."

Bellamy hesitated before taking it and wrapping it around himself.

As she fidgeted with the hem of her top, she mumbled, "Please keep me talking."

Frowning Bellamy looked at her closely, aside from the obvious about her being sleep deprived he knew something was off. The way she had been with her blanket, almost using it to shield herself away from the building. As his brain ticked away, he wondered what on earth could have made her so nervous, then he realised.

"Hey," he mumbled scooting closer to her, daring to put an arm around her. "It's your blanket after all, only fair to share right?" he added as he wrapped half of it back around her shoulders.

Clarke let out a small content sigh from having her blanket back, but also the close contact with Bellamy. "Sorry," she whispered. "I lost my dad in a fire."

Bellamy just about heard her, she said it so quietly. "I'm sorry."

He felt her shrug and there's a silence between them but it isn't awkward, comforting actually. Clarke moved ever so slightly to lean her head on his shoulder, shutting her eyes and blocking out the world, all except him.

"Favourite colour?" Bellamy asked.

"Blue," Clarke replied with a smile, her eyes still shut. "The same colour as the ocean. You?"

"Yellow, like sunflowers. My sister loved them when we were growing up."

As they sat there, huddled together with Clarke's blanket, Bellamy soon started to learn a lot more about his neighbour of two years. Her favourite food was lasagne, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to continue in the ER and was thinking of quitting to go back to college. To study art of course, he learnt. That was her favourite thing in the world; art. She'd live it, sleep it, breath it if she could but according to her mom being an artist 'isn't a real job'.

Slowly, Clarke put together the fragments of Bellamy's life together from what she was learning. Both his parents had passed away, and he had one sibling whom he had taken care of since he was eighteen. His sister; Octavia was her age, give or take a couple of months and taught yoga classes on top of martial arts at the local gym. Which is where she met Lincoln when she was nineteen, much to Bellamy's disapproval. Clarke definitely got the whole protective big brother vibe off Bellamy, but the way he lit up speaking about her, she just knew they were close. On top of all that he had a History major and taught History (surprise surprise) at Mount Weather High School.

Neither had no idea how long they sat there learning about each other. The little bubble they had created was burst when one of the cops came over to inform them, they would have to find some where else to stay for the next two nights. And that they could grab a few things, having said that the officer had eyed Bellamy up and down.

At the sound of a frantic voice, Bellamy stood up totally forgetting about the whole practically naked thing. He'd know that voice anywhere; Octavia. She was talking (rather loudly, Bellamy noted) to one of the cops by the barrier they had put across the street.

"But my brother lives in there!" Octavia practically growled.

"O?"

At the sound of her brother's voice, she jumped the barrier running into his arms checking to make sure he was okay. It was only when she pulled back from him, that her worried face turned into a smirk.

"Oh my god, ha!" It takes only a second before she's throwing her head back, laughing like a mad person.

Bellamy stared at her before looking back at Clarke who was also laughing quietly. It's then as the siblings are talking that Clarke texts Raven asking if she can crash on her couch for two nights explaining about the fire.

Oh my god, u okay? I knw they still freak u out, on my way. - R xx

Okay actually, tlkin 2 cute guy from 2b. He helped keep me calm.- C xx

Only you, Griffin ;p came her reply.

And then; Glad ur ok x

Smiling to herself at Raven's reply, she took in the new comer; Bellamy's sister. She was very much like him; tall, long glossy hair and of course she had cheekbones to die for as well.

"I told you, sleeping like that would come back and bite you on the ass," Octavia managed to say between her laughs, clutching her side.

"Yeah, yeah," he shot back. "Now did you bring me clothes?"

Octavia quickly snapped a pictures of her brother (just in case, for blackmail) before he could even blink, and proceeded to hand him the sweatpants and shirt from her bag.

"Octavia, Clarke. Clarke, Octavia," Bellamy mumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head, never having felt so glad to feel the cotton over his skin. "Sister meet apartment two A."

"Ahhh," Octavia snickered. "So this is the cute mysterious blonde whose never around in the day."

Clarke felt her cheeks grow warm, as Bellamy put a hand over his face. As if it wasn't bad enough to have been out here for forty minutes in his boxers. Now O was relaying the fact he often wondered about the pretty girl who lived opposite him. In front of said girl, face meet palm.

"Shut up, O," he grumbled. "Give us a minute will you," Bellamy added raising his eyebrows at Octavia who smirked in reply. "I'll be there now."

As Bellamy rubbed a hand over the base of his neck, Clarke smiled at the fact not only he had called her cute to his sister. But the fact he was flustered. Clarke heard the familiar sounds of Raven's motorbike approaching as Octavia stalked back off to the range rover she had gotten out of. Inside Clarke saw her kiss the man (Lincoln, she assumed) on the cheek.

Looking up from the ground, Bellamy took in her features better. It was hard to do so when you were sat under a shitty street light side by side. But now even in the dim light, he could see she had bright blue eyes.

"Do you um, want to get coffee sometimes?"

It was that moment that Clarke saw Raven come to a stop, waving at her from behind the barrier. Bellamy turned to see where Clarke was looking and noticed the girl on the bike.

"Your friend?" he questioned.

She nodded in reply as the fire man came over again informing them he was to take them inside to grab the essentials. Feeling annoyed she couldn't answer Bellamy's question she grabbed her backpack once inside her apartment and shoved jeans, sweatpants, shirts and underwear inside it. Not bothering to check if the shirts were clean or not, Raven had a washing machine so it didn't really matter.

She couldn't see Bellamy across the hall, and she sighed having wanted to see him before he left.

"Hey, Bellamy," Clarke called to him having spotted him once she got outside. He paused as he was about to get in the back of the range rover. Out of habit, she bit her lip as she tried to hide her smile before replying. "I'd love to get coffee. It's a date."

"A date," Bellamy replied a smirk playing on his lips. Clarke panicked for a moment wondering if she should have added that or not. It was only until he said, "Can't wait," did she calm down.

Clarke watched the car pull away, with his sister giving him a small wave before she turned in her seat. Mostly likely to tease Bellamy, Clarke thought from the way she had seen the siblings act.

"Hop on, Griffin," her best friend said as Clarke walked up to her, pulling her backpack on. "A date huh?" Raven teased as Clarke climbed on, wrapping her arms around Raven's middle.

"A date."

As she held on tight to Raven, feeling the wind on her face having not pulled the visor down, Clarke's thoughts wandered to Bellamy and his Batman boxers and how a fire had ended up with them planning to go on a date.