A/N: Hi guys! It's been too long since I've posted a Clexa story, don't you think? So, here we go! I'll be posting a new chapter every day except on Sunday, so don't forget to follow the story if you don't want to miss a thing! And please, leave a review, tell me what you thought of this first chapter! See you tomorrow!


Chapter 1

At First Glance

Clarke knew, if she'd been born fifty years earlier, her parents would have had her interned. For as long as she could remember, she'd always have vivid dreams of the same two women, sometimes leaving together in the middle of nowhere, sometimes in dark busy cities, but always existing together, like two halves of a single soul. Her father had called them visions, and he didn't seem worried about it. Her mother only said she had a lot of imaginations, though she seemed quite taken aback by her daughter's insistence that she was always drawing the same two women.

Growing up Clarke continued to draw those two women, whenever a new vision would come to her. Her skills improved, and she stopped showing those drawings to her mother. When she reached the age of eighteen, she knew only one thing for sure: One of those two women had been her all along. Blond, with sky blue eyes and always looking preoccupied. By those visions, she assumed. Only then did she stop considering them visions. What they truly were she still didn't know. Memories? The Future? Some seemed to happen such a long time ago, and others she couldn't place, time or space wise.

After a while, she had given up on ever understanding those visions. They happened, and she would dismiss them just as quickly. She'd perfected her poker face to the point no one could tell her mind was actually elsewhere entirely. Now in college, they were the furthest thing from her mind. Until that day.

She'd been attending a class about art through the lens of politic. It wasn't the most interesting class she'd ever attended, and she was almost wishing a vision would come occupy her mind. The door of the room had suddenly opened, and the late student had excused herself quickly before climbing up the stairs to sit in one of the few empty seats. Clarke had looked over to the girl in questions, too happy to have a momentary distraction, when she suddenly frowned. Tall and lean, with brown hair falling in a braid along her back. She'd seen the girl before, she knew.

The brunette must have felt Clarke's curious gaze on her as she looked over. Their eyes met, sky blue finding forest green, and suddenly the cogs seemed to turn in Clarke's brain, so fast she thought they would break. This was the other girl from her visions, she was sure of it. But before she could do anything, the girl had continued to climb and was gone from Clarke's sight.

Her class passed both too slowly and too quickly. She couldn't focus on anything the teacher was explaining, because her mind was completely focused on the green-eyed girl. She felt she'd been hit by a train. Sure, she'd imagined once or twice that the other girl of the vision was real, but only in her moments of loneliness, when she'd suddenly had such a pretty and enjoyable vision which she'd wished was true. A walk on the beach at sunset, hand in hand. Going to the marketplace in ancient times, apart only physically. Going hunting in a frozen tundra, close more to keep warm than anything. And meeting for the first time, again and again, and again and again. But this was different. It was their first meeting, somewhat, but she'd never had a vision of it before, and it felt twenty times as more intense. Her heart beat loudly in her chest for the entire hour, and her heartbeat wouldn't slow down, as if she were on a high of adrenaline. She was even afraid she would have a heart attack before the end of the class.

The teacher suddenly declared the class dismissed and Clarke jumped to her feet, her gaze scanning the crowd exiting the Amphitheatre. She packed her things, half sure she'd forgotten something as her eyes barely looked at her desk. Suddenly she saw her. Her braid swaying from left to right as she walked down the steps as quickly as she could. Clarke threw her jacket on, her messenger bag passing swiftly over her shoulder. She pushed as many people as she had to to catch up with the brunette. Unfortunately, she lost her in the crowd, and by the time she reached the door and looked at the corridor the girl was long gone. She sighed and looked at her phone. This called for a meeting of the Golden Trio.


"Are you sure you didn't fall asleep?" Raven asked for the third time.

"No, I swear I was awake!" Clarke replied, her friend's insistence getting the better of her nerves.

"Okay, so you saw her, and what happened?" Octavia asked.

"Nothing. I mean, it was like I was in a dream. All the visions I ever had came rushing back to me…"

"It was like a dream, but you weren't asleep…" Raven muttered

Both Clarke and Octavia glared at her, shutting her completely. Clarke had called her friends as soon as her classes had been over. The three of them were now seating in Clarke and Raven very small dorm room and had been debating what had happened to Clarke for the better part of the past five minutes. Of course, Raven and Octavia were the oldest and closest friends Clarke ever had, and she had told them about her visions a long time ago. But this was new, and it had both brunettes excited.

"And you are absolutely, two hundred percent sure this is the same girl as in your visions?" Octavia questioned, more concerned than doubtful.

"Yes! I mean I've seen her so many times it would be impossible for me not to recognize her!" Clarke shouted.

"Okay, okay… So then, what do we do now?"

"I don't know? Should we even do something?"

"No, we shouldn't. You should."

On those words, Raven stood up and went to fetch a bag of chips in one of the small kitchenette's shelves. She then plopped back down and tore open the bag.

"So…" she said, stuffing as many chips as she could in her mouth, "what are you going to do?"

Clarke looked at both of her friends. Octavia seemed just as clueless as her, while Raven was waiting for her answer. Clarke crossed her arms, her eyes falling on the carpet under her. What could she do, really? With a resolute sigh, she stood up.

"You know what, I'm not going to do anything."

"Really?" Octavia asked.

"I don't believe you!" Raven declared.

"No, I mean it! What can I do, really? Go around asking for her, and then what, tell her that I have visions of us together? It's creepy, at best. No, there's nothing I can do, so let's just give up."

Octavia stood up and side-hugged her friend.

"Alright, but if you still want to talk about it we're here."

Clarke smiled, appreciating her friend's support.

"So," Raven said once her mouth was empty "Now that Clarke's problem is solved, can we watch a goddamn movie?!"


Clarke did her best to ignore the nagging feeling that she shouldn't have given up so easily during the following few days. Her mind continued to wander more and more often, and it became increasingly difficult to focus on her classes. Clarke could only blame it on herself, though she didn't know whether it was justified or not. She could have moved on, she knew, and forget about the girl, but she couldn't. More and more visions came rushing to her mind, of the blond – herself – seeing the brunette from afar, atop a horse, walking down the street, jumping off a train or climbing down a hill. She began to wonder whether they happened whenever the brunette was close, and instantly her gaze would scan the crowd as best as she could, though the result was always negative.

Three days after seeing the brunette for the first time, Clarke was at her wit's end. She felt she was going crazy, torturing herself over pretty pictures of beach walks and picnic in a meadow. She decided to use a break in her timetable to relax. Maybe get some fresh air would help her. She'd walked around the campus' lawn, catching herself looking at every person passing by in hope to see the brunette on multiple occasions, until she'd decided to sit under a tree. She crossed her legs, her back straight, and took in a deep breath. She closed her eyes and thought drawing the park around her might help.

She opened her bag and took her notepad and a few pens out. She flipped through the page until she found one that was blank. She ignored the fact that most of those drawings were of the brunette.

She was just about to draw her first line when her phone rang in her pocket. She groaned and threw her things beside her. This was not the time. She decided if it was her mum she would hang up directly. However, it turned out to be Octavia. She picked up, and suddenly her heart did a strange heavy jump in her chest. She knew that feeling all too well. Something was going to happen.

"Hello?"

"Clarke, I found her!"

Clarke frowned.

"Who?"

"The girl! The girl from your visions! I know who she is!" the younger girl declared excitedly.

"What?! How?"

"She's Lincoln cousin! I just met her!"

Clarke continued to frown, more and more confused by the second.

"Lincoln's cousin?"

"Yeah! I'm at this family meeting with him, you know, and he introduced me to her! Her name's Lexa, she just transferred here!"

"Lexa…" Clarke couldn't help but utter.

The name did fell strangely familiar, how it rolled off her tongue and passed her lips. She felt her heart constrict at the sound of it alone.

"And lucky you, she's single. I just asked Lincoln, and he's going to try and convince her to go on a date."

"A date? With who?" Clarke asked, still dumbfounded by the name of the brunette name.

"Hum… with you?"