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Come Fly with Me (The 100 FF)

OneYearOfThe100 - Day 7: Anything goes

Word Count: 2907 Timeline: Modern AU Notes: This is for the OneYearOfThe100 writer’s thing, and anything goes, so this is just my brain farting out trash, and I am totally fine with that. Warnings: N/A

1:22 am

Clarke looked at her phone and groaned. Her flight was supposed to leave over an hour ago, and they said it was delayed. Heaving herself off the cold airport floor, she walked to the information desk.

“Excuse me?” She asked the pretty woman sitting behind the desk. “Do you know when flight RF 557 to LA leaves?”

“I’m afraid there have been some serious delays due to the weather, and at this time we can’t say how long it will be.”

Clarke sighed and rubbed her face, trying to wake herself up. She’d only booked this flight three hours ago; it was the soonest one she could get. Her friend Raven had gone into labour two weeks early, and Clarke swore she would be there. But at this rate, it didn’t look like she was going to make it.

She trudged back to her spot and dropped back on the floor. She hadn’t managed to snag a seat, because there was some group of stupid high-school kids who had spread their bags over everything.

Although she couldn’t exactly call them kids, she was only twenty three herself. Leaning against the wall, she dug through her carry-on bag for a book.

A flight from Atlanta to Los Angeles was about five hours long, and Raven had called three hours ago. She knew Raven would curse her forever, but Clarke prayed she had a long labour.

She dove into the book, one she had never read before, and became completely engrossed with the characters, enjoying the wit and humour of the author. She had completely forgotten that she was sitting on the floor of a dirty airport until –

“Shit! Sorry!” Water spilled down the front of her shirt, narrowly missing her book. She looked up to glare at the person who’d done it, but it was a young girl, maybe two years younger than her, with wide eyes that looked extremely sorry for spilling water on her.

“It’s okay.” Clarke half-smiled at the girl.

“No, really, I’m so sorry.” She knelt down and handed Clarke some napkins, which she used to try and dry her shirt, which Clarke then remembered was white, and now, see-through.

She felt a blush rising on her cheeks at the prospect of walking through an airport with her boobs visible to the entire world. She looked up at the girl, a wince on her face.

“Oh your shirt!” The girl gasped. “Do you have another?”

“No, they already took my luggage to load it on the plane.”

“I have one you can borrow.” She began rummaging through her bag.

“Oh, no, it’s fine, um-”

“Octavia.” The girl looked up and smiled before going back to her bag. “Here!” She pulled out a small looking black t-shirt.

“Uh, I don’t think that’ll fit me.”

“Sure it will. Go change, I’ll watch you bag.” Octavia pointed to the bathrooms across from where Clarke was sitting. Not feeling like the girl would give her much of a choice, Clarke grabbed the shirt and stood up.

She locked herself in a stall and peeled off the wet shirt. Pulling the black one over her head, she felt the material stretching to fit over her large breasts. She knew it wouldn’t fit. But better this than the wet shirt.

Leaving the bathroom, she went back to Octavia, to find a handsome-looking man standing with her.

“Aha! I knew it’d fit you! You look good.”

Clarke crossed her arms over her chest, embarrassed by the tightness, pretty sure she looked anything but good. Her eyes flicked to the guy standing beside her.

“Oh, sorry, this is my brother, Bellamy. Bellamy, this is…” Octavia trailed off.

“Clarke.” Bellamy stuck out his hand, and she shook it.

“I just spilled an entire bottle over water on Clarke, and she didn’t even yell at me.” Octavia grinned.

“Well, I apologise for my sisters clumsiness, and I thank you for not yelling.” He gave her a lopsided smile. Then he gestured to her bags. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”

“Cos the stupid high school kids took up all the seats with their crap.” She nodded at the group of maybe fifteen kids taking up forty seats. Bellamy clenched his jaw.

“Well, I’ll have to do something about that.” He marched over to the group, and Octavia giggled.

“This will be funny.”

Clarke’s eyes widened and she whipped her head around to watch. In a matter of a seconds, the kids had grabbed their stuff, and condensed themselves to the back section of the seating area, taking only about seven seats, all of them cowering in fear of Bellamy. He looked back at the two girls and grinned proudly. They grabbed their bags and dashed over to him.

“Nice work Bell.” Octavia smacked her brother on the back and threw herself down in one of the seats.

Clarke took the seat next to her, and Bellamy moved to sit on the other side of Octavia, but she flung her bag in the seat. Huffing, Bellamy sat next to Clarke.

2:46 am

“Your mom said what?!” Bellamy exclaimed.

“She told me if I went to art school instead of medical school, she would disown me.” Clarke pulled a face.

“Geez.” He shook his head. “And you did it anyway?”

“I have a stubborn streak.” She admitted.

“Can you shut up?” Octavia grumbled, curled up in her chair, her head on Clarkes shoulder. The time of day was getting to her.

“Shh.” Clarke patted the young girls head, in a mocking sort of way, but Octavia seemed to like it. Bellamy snorted.

A wave of tiredness washed over Clarke. She sighed, and opened her eyes really wide in an attempt to wake herself up.

“You okay?” Bellamy asked.

“Yeah, just tired. And Raven will kill me if I don’t make it in time to see her have that baby, but honestly, I just wanna go home.”

“Are you sure she hasn’t had it yet? I mean, it’s been five hours, she’s probably had it by now.”

“Nuh-uh. Kyle, her husband, has been messaging me. She’s still in labour, and has just about run out of swear words.”

Bellamy nodded. “Well, it’s still really windy out there, the plane won’t leave for a while, so you can go to sleep if you want. I’ll wake you when it’s time to board.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m used to the graveyard shift, I can handle staying awake.”

“Thanks.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her neck in an awkward position, and she could’ve sworn she felt him sit up straighter, so she’d be more comfortable.

3:51 am

Clarke groaned and stretched, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Hey.” A deep voice chuckled from beneath her.

“Hey.” She cracked her neck and looked up at him. “Any word on the plane?”

“Nothing yet. Oh, and you got a text about ten minutes ago.”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, taking note of the time, and read the text, from Kyle.

“Still no baby.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.”

“It’s pretty normal for labour to last this long, and Kyle would’ve told me if there were any complications, so I’m sure it’s all fine.”

“Bellamy Blake?”

Bellamy and Clarke both looked up at the voice of the person who’d interrupted their conversation. A guy, about Clarke’s age, was standing there, his hair messy, and his black rock-band shirt crooked.

“John? John Murphy?” Bellamy stood up and embraced the boy. “Hey man.”

“Where’re you headed? Who’s you lady friend?” John nodded his head at Clarke, who was watching the boys, but pretending not to.

“Me and O are headed for LA, visiting Lincoln and his family.” Bellamy replied, avoiding the second question.

“She’s still with him? You haven’t killed him yet?”

“Yeah, nah, he’s all right. Where you headed?”

“Some random country I picked online. I’ve got cash to burn.” John raised his eyebrows in Clarke’s direction. “And your lady friend?”

“She’s just someone I met. Like two hours ago.”

“Ooo. Airport romance.”

Bellamy shoved John’s shoulder, grinning. “No.”

“All right man, well, I’ve gotta find my gate, but have fun in LA.”

“You too.” They hugged one last time before John ran off.

Bellamy sat back down beside Clarke. She stared at the side of his head, but he wouldn’t look at her.

“Your friends charming.”

Bellamy grunted. “No, he’s not.”

“He’s really not.”

Clarke leaned her head back on Bellamys shoulder. “I hope the damn clouds stop crying soon, cos I really just want to get going.”

She didn’t mean to, but she fell asleep again.

4:12 am

“Clarke, wake up.” A gentle hand shook he shoulder. “Wake uppppp.”

She opened her eyes and found Octavia standing in front of her, looking refreshed.

“Here you go.” She handed her a cup of coffee, “Its crappy airport stuff, but it’s strong.”

Clarke nodded and took a large gulp from the cup. “Thanks.” She looked up and found Bellamy sleeping, his head drooped back on his chair. Octavia put a finger to her lips and pulled out her phone.

Quietly, she took a photo of her brother. Not an attractive one. Clarke did the same thing.

“I should wake him and tell him that we’re boarding in half an hour, right?” Octavia whispered.

“Yeah, probably.” Clarke whispered back, taking another sip of the coffee. She looked down at her phone and saw another message from Kyle. “Ravens still in labour.”

“Ugh, poor girl.” Octavia shook her head, wincing, as if she could feel Raven’s pain.

Bellamy began stirring. “O? Clarke?” His hair stood up at all strange angles and there were red lines on his face from where Clarke had been resting against him.

The two girls looked at each other, before bursting into loud laughter. Bellamys face turned to one of confusion. “What?”

They kept laughing, Octavia falling on the floor, holding her stomach, and Clarke, doubled over, her face red.

Bellamy’s hands felt his hair, and tried to flatten it down, but only succeeded in making it bounce up even more.

“Oh my gosh Bell, that is beautiful.” Octavia squeaked out.

He frowned and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes at the girls. Clarke eventually controlled herself, and threw herself in the seat next to him. “It’s a good look, really.” She teased, and ruffled his hair even further.

Octavia peeled herself off the floor, her hair just as messy as her brothers now. “Oh, by the way Bell, we’re boarding in half an hour.”

“Awesome.” He grumbled. “I need to piss.”

He left his seat and stumbled towards the bathrooms.

4:47 am

“Figure we get seated next to each other.” Bellamy said, looking at Clarke. Octavia had claimed the window seat the second they found out they were all sitting together. Clarke immediately said the aisle seat was hers, and so Bellamy was stuck between the two.

“Helloooo passengers, this is your captain speaking. My name is Jasper Jordan, and I’ll be flying you to Los Angeles.”

“We are so sorry for the delay folks, but we will get you there as soon as possible. This is co-pilot Monty Green, and we thank you for choosing US Airways.”

Clarke’s lips quirked into a funny smile, laughing at the two people who would be flying their plane for the next five hours.

“Well this should be interesting.” Bellamy commented.

They watched as the flight attendants gave the safety speech, and then, the plane took off. When the seatbelt sign flicked off, Clarke sighed in relief.

The food cart came around, pushed by a pretty girl with long braids in her hair, and a name tag that read Monroe.

“Would you like anything?” She asked.

“Uh, yeah I’ll have a soda and some crisps please.” Clarke said and turned to the other two. “You guys want anything?”

“Mm, yeah, I’ll have the fruit and nut mix.” Octavia said, leaning over her brother to tell the hostess. Bellamy shook his head.

Octavia reached for her small bag, on the floor between her feet, but Clarke stopped her. “I got it. I’ll pay.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“You did lend me your shirt.”

“Thanks.” Octavia sat back in her seat.

Clarke gave Monroe some money and handed she handed her the food.

“I love your name.” Clarke said, smiling up at the girl, who smiled back, widely.

“Thank you.” She blushed slightly before pushing the cart away, down the aisle.

9:18 am

“Passengers, it is my very happy job to inform that we are entering California air space and will be landing within the hour.” Jasper the Pilot said over the intercom. The passengers seemed to be a particularly enthusiastic crowd, and they cheered in response.

Octavia was again, asleep, this time on her brothers shoulder. He smiled down at her.

“She’s lucky you know.” Clarke commented quietly, after seeing the way Bellamy gazed at his sister.

“Hm?” He asked.

“To have you. To have a brother who loves her so much.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking away.

“Yeah.” He stroked his sisters’ hair, waking her from her sleep.

10:23 am

“That one! That one!” Octavia yelled, pointing at a large purple bag that was moving quickly away from reach at the luggage claim. Bellamy reached for it and snagged it between two fingers.

“Jesus O, what do you have in there?” He huffed and dropped unceremoniously to the ground.

“Careful!” She exclaimed, scolding her brother.

“Seen yours yet?” Bellamy turned to Clarke.

“Nope – oh wait. There it is.” She pointed to a simple black bag that was about to come into reach. She moved to grab it, but Bellamy placed his hand on her shoulder, stopping her, and got it himself.

“Here.” He handed it to her.

“Thanks.”

Clarke’s phone went off. She checked it and laughed. “Raven is about to stab her doctor with a needle.” The text was from Kyle. “I should probably get going.”

Octavia threw her arms around Clarke. “Thank you so much for making this interesting for me.”

“No problem.” Clarke hugged the girl back. “Thanks for the shirt. You sure you don’t want it back?”

“Nah, keep it. It looks better on you.” She winked before turning away. “Oh! Lincoln!”

Standing a little way off was a big man, with intense tattoos, who looked too scary for his own good, but when Octavia came running at him, he picked her up and spun her in a circle, his face lighting up with happiness.

“Aww. They’re cute together.” Clarke said to Bellamy, who just huffed.

“I guess I should go then.” He picked up his own, and Octavia’s bag, which she seemed to have forgotten about.

“Okay.” Clarke smiled awkwardly at him, and he walked towards his sister, his back to her. She deflated a little at their cold good-bye.

But then he dropped both bags and came running back, and scooped her into his arms. She wrapped her arms behind his head and kissed him.

“It’s funny.” She whispered to him. “But we’ve only known each other for ten hours.”

“It’s been the best ten hours of my life.” He said, burying his face in her hair. She held him tightly, before letting go.

“Give me you phone.” She said, and he handed it to her. She typed her number in quickly and sent a message to herself, before handing it back. “I’ve gotta go.” She moved to leave, but he grabbed her, and kissed her one more time, a kiss into which she laughed.

1:22 pm

Bellamy sat on Lincolns couch, thinking about Clarke, when his phone went off. He grabbed it and saw a photo of the cutest baby he’d ever seen, with the caption, “Meet Jayda Roxanne Wick”.

He laughed, happy that the poor girl had finally had her baby, and showed Octavia.

“Oh my gosh, she is so cute!”

“Yeah, she is.” He smiled at his phone and texted Clarke back, who responded within seconds.

Lincoln sat next to Bellamy, and Octavia sat on Lincoln. “So this girl you were making out with, you only just met her?”

“Yeah, twe-” Bellamy looked at his phone. “Twelve hours ago.”

“And when are you going to see her again?”

“I don’t know. I’m guessing we both live in Atlanta, but that’s still pretty big, so…”

“So, what?” Octavia stared at him, wide-eyed. “Even if she lives in friggin Antarctica you need to make it work somehow, because Bell, honestly, I’ve never seen any girl make you smile the way she did.”

Bellamy grinned. “Yeah.” A thought struck him. “Hey, uh, I’ll be back.”

He grabbed his phone and jumped off the couch.

“Where you going.”

“Gotta make a phone call!” He called over his shoulder as he left the house.

“Hello?”

“Clarke?”

“Hey Bellamy.” He could hear her smiling through the phone.

“Uh, I was just wondering when you were flying back. To Atlanta.”

“Not for a few days.”

“In like a week?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Same.”