Is There A Forever? (sequel to 'Together Forever') OnHold

Chapter Nine

Bellamy watched Abby's face as she noticed the ring on Clarke's finger. Her eyes darted from Clarke, to him, to Kane. "What? I thought you said,"

"She doesn't remember," Bellamy answered before she could finish her thought.

Clarke gripped Bellamy's hand, the ring pressed against his intertwined fingers. "Mom, I can't really remember the last year, no. But I know that when you took me away I was in love with Bellamy. I know that I never stopped loving him," she faced Bellamy with a smile. "And I know he never stopped loving me. I know that when I wrecked, I was on the way to marry him. Unless he doesn't want me, I am still engaged."

Bellamy kissed her pale hand. "I'll always want you, Clarke. As long as I'm breathing."

"All right," the older, bald man cleared his throat. "Miss Griffin, I'm Dr. Neal Pierce. I'm going to ask you a series of questions, your family here will confirm if you answer them correctly. Then, I will have them both describe an event that happened and gauge your reactions. Are you ready to begin?"

Clarke nodded, not letting go of Bellamy's hand. And he couldn't help the swell of his chest in pride that even after everything, Clarke wanted him.

"Do you know your mother's maiden name?" Dr. Pierce asked.

"Yes, it's James," Clarke answered, confidently.

Abby nodded.

"Clarke, how old are you?" He asked.

"I'm eighteen, though I can't remember my birthday," she admitted.

"What color is your car?" He asked.

"It was red, but from what I can tell, I imagine it's probably been sent to be crushed," she answered, as if that was nothing.

"It is red," Abby answered.

"Is?" Clarke questioned. "You still have it?"

"It was towed that day, and I never gave any sort of order of what to do with it," Abby admitted.

"Clarke, back on topic. I'm going to have your boyfriend here describe an event from the last year. Are you ready?"

"Yes," she nodded, squeezing his hand a little.

Bellamy cleared his throat, feeling all eyes on him. He was strangely nervous. Which event should he describe? "Okay," he sighed. "Should it be a major event? Or mundane?"

"Let's start with mundane," Dr. Pierce instructed.

Bellamy nodded. "Okay, this is harder than I imagined to pick one. But, months ago, when you first got back to town," he started. "You had went running one night. You were wearing those black shorts, a gray shirt, and you had your phone on you."

"The black shorts with the weird symbol? I remember those," Clarke said.

"Yes," Bellamy smiled. "You went to see your father that night. But, you fell asleep. And your phone had died, so your mom couldn't call you."

Clarke's forhead was scrunched once again as she listened to him. "Then, how do you know that? Did you find me?"

"Yes, I did. Around three in the morning I believe, I found you. I woke you up and I drove you back home."

Clarke sighed. "It's like I can paint it in my head when you say it, but it doesn't feel like a memory."

"When you paint it, what is Bellamy wearing?" Dr. Pierce asked.

"Uhm, pajama pants. And his sneakers," she answered.

"What color shirt?" He asked.

"I can't see a shirt," she answered, confused.

Bellamy felt a tear slide onto their locked hands. She faced him, her eyes wide. "Was that bad? Was that wrong?"

Bellamy looked at the doctor before answering. "That's exactly what I was wearing," he smiled. "I didn't bother with a shirt, I just drive off to find you."

Clarke closed her eyes for a long moment. "Why am I thinking of this?" She murmured.

"Say what you're thinking, Clarke. Anything at all," Dr. Pierce encouraged.

She glanced at her mom. "I'm so sorry, but all I can think of is graveyard kink."

Bellamy burst out laughing, Abby raised her eyebrow. Bellamy felt Clarke smiling before he met her blue eyes.

"Please tell me there is another explanation than the one in thinking of," Abby sighed.

"When Clarke woke up that night, she said that either I was sent to find her or that I was into kinky graveyard sex," he admitted, his tan cheeks red.

"So, so I remembered that?" She asked excitedly.

Dr. Pierce smiled. "It would appear so. One more thing, and then I'm going to run a few tests and then we should allow you to rest. No more pushing, even though I know you're desperate to remember. Understood?"

Clarke nodded and turned to Bellamy. "Okay, tell me something else. Tell me about when I first got back."

Abby and Bellamy exchanged a glance. Abby wanted to protest, but she knew Bellamy would say what he wanted to anyways.

"Picture it," he started. "Sicily, nineteen twenty two."

Clarke burst out laughing, her hand immediately going to her stomach. "The Golden Girls?" She laughed.

"Okay, I'll be serious," Bellamy laughed. "Okay, so it was my birthday. I opened the door just as you were about to knock," he told her. "I had just made a cup of coffee and I was going to check the mail."

"You kissed me."

Bellamy's eyes widened. "Yes, yes I did," he admitted. "After I dropped scalding coffee on my feet, might I add. You came in my room. You saw the tiara on my shelf," he said, gently.

"You kissed me," she repeated. Her eyes were distant. "It was so strange, to still be in love. When you kissed me, it was like everything was perfect."

Bellamy swallowed down the lump in his throat.

"But, we weren't back dating?" She asked.

"I had started seeing someone about two months before then. I had half given up hope of seeing you again, and half of me was still watching your driveway for a moving truck."

Clarke squeezed his hand, pulling his gaze to hers. "I understand," she assured him. "I got the ring, so I won, though," she teased.

"Okay," Dr. Pierce broke their moment. "We're going to take you upstairs for some scans and labs. I'll be back tomorrow morning to discuss them, okay?"