Draw A Map
by BlackHelix
"What the hell?"
Octavia cringed lightly at the shriek before she felt herself being nudged out of the way and Lincoln's hands on her arms to steady her. She offered a small smile to the big man which was returned and for a split second she forgot how she had ended up staring into the mans dreamy eyes.
Shaking her head lightly she ignored the smirk coming from Raven and spun to face the blonde now glaring at something on the other side of camp. Octavia scanned the camp for any reason for the look on her best friends face but came up clean.
"What?"
"Lexa's here?"
Octavia's brow furrowed.
"Uh...yeah?"
"Was that a question or an answer?"
Octavia shot Raven a slight glare but the girl shrugged without a care. Turning back to the blonde she questioned lightly, "She didn't tell you?"
The reply wasn't immediate but when it came, it came on the edge of a growl. "No. No she didn't."
In fact, if Clarke were being honest, she actually hadn't spoken to Lexa since she had told her that she couldn't do a relationship with her.
That was four and a half months ago.
Nobody replied and Octavia thought that was for the best. At least it was until Lincoln had spoke up oblivious.
"The Commander thought it would be best to show her presence to the Sky People believing it will strengthen the alliance and earn her the trust of those here."
Octavia was almost tempted to smack her boyfriend over the back of his head for continuing with the conversation.
"That doesn't explain what the hell she is doing walking around with Monroe." She wasn't liking the close presence between the two.
"She's showing her around."
The group jumped at the sound of Bellamy's voice with the exception of Lincoln who had heard the boy from a fair distance and Clarke who was far to busy glaring across the camp at the two figures to bother being scared.
"She could just draw her a map." Clarke grumbled under her voice.
Bellamy glanced between the three other occupants of the group, earning two pitiful looks from Raven and his sister and a shrug from Lincoln.
Shaking his head, he started about what he came to them about. "Breakfast is almost rea-"
"You don't need to touch someone to show them around!" Clarke shouted, loud enough to startle those close enough to her but not loud enough to be heard on the other side of camp. Kicking up dirt, Clarke spun and stomped off muttering under her breath something about 'jokes and laughter not being a part of a tour'.
A confused look and silence fell across the group as Octavia spun to face the occupant of Clarke's ire. A sigh passed her lips when she found the sight of Monroe lightly touching Lexa's arm and Lexa's head thrown back in a bout of laughter.
Lincoln confused finally spoke up, "Why is she mad? She does know that the Commander cares for her, right?"
Raven scoffed. "Not since blondie told the iron lady that she didn't want to do the who do with her do."
A look of confusion crossed everyone's features for a moment before realization hit both Bellamy and Octavia. A round of 'ohs' and grimaces falling across the to much information for either of them.
"I don't get it."
Octavia patted her boyfriends arm, "I'll explain later. I need food. So come on big man." Octavia spun on her heel and started for the food court, Lincoln tailing along behind her.
It wasn't long before Octavia arrived with the others to the mess hall, filled with Sky People and Grounders alike. Her eyes drifted over the room and the friendly banter and games between the two groups before they stopped on a head of blonde hair.
The body attached to the hair was piling a plate full of food, courtesy of the Grounders.
Octavia sighed and moved towards her best friend whilst Lincoln went to retrieve plates for the two of them. Pulling up beside the blonde, she spoke, "I don't get why you are so upset. If anything I'd think you'd be happy, she's here in the camp after all."
"Happy?" Clarke asked, never looking the Sky Grounders way. "I'm happy." Clarke shoveled boar onto her plate, "Stoked." A pile of berries, "Why wouldn't I be?" An apple and three eggs.
Octavia watched a little worried as her friend stomped over towards the table where her mother was sitting.
She waited for Lincoln to reach her, took one of the two plates he held out and quickly piled it full with food and scooted her way over towards the empty seats next to Clarke, a small kiss placed on Lincoln's cheek before she left as he slowly placed food contently onto his plate. Sliding in next to Clarke, she watched the blonde scoff down her food, ignoring everything around her, even Raven and Bellamy taking a seat opposite her.
It wasn't until the sound of 'Heda' and scraping chairs filled the air did Clarke's food gorge come to a stop and her eyes drifted towards the entrance, her head and facial features not moving a fraction of an inch and yet her eyes gave way to her feelings as she glared at the two new occupants. Octavia watched as Lexa nodded to her people and told them to return to what they were doing in her own tongue. Octavia having stood herself, took a seat upon Lexa's words, Lincoln finding a spot to her left. She focused her full attention on the lasers Clarke was hoping to shoot out of her eyes and fire Monroe's way.
"You do know that you can't burn holes into Monroe's head, right?" Raven inquired from her side of the table as Clarke continued watching as Monroe fetched plates for herself and Lexa before the two started filling their plates.
Slowly, Raven found Clarke's eyes boring in her own. She seriously considered for a moment rewording her previous sentence, as her eyes started to burn from the look. Nah it was dust, had to be dust.
"Commander!"
Clarke's head snapped around to the voice of Kane, who had his hand in the air and was waving the Grounder's Commander over.
Abort! Abort! Code Red! Griffin Code RED!
Octavia chuckled along with Bellamy, Raven and even Lincoln over the look of dread on Clarke's face.
Lexa nodded to Kane as the man motioned for her to take a seat at the table. She pulled out the chair two seats down from Clarke whilst Monroe took the seat beside the blonde, Monroe giving Clarke a friendly smile before turning her attention to her food.
"Marcus and Abigail of the Sky People. It is good to see you are okay."
"Marcus, please Commander." Kane told her with a small smile.
"Then Lexa, please."
Kane's smile grew a little bigger at the privilege as he returned to his food. "I sincerely hope Monroe is treating you alright."
"Monroe has been a pleasure to walk around with..."
Clarke scoffed, earning the attention of the table and thus Lexa's attention. Code REEEEEEDDDDDD! ABBOOOOORRRTTT! She quickly spun the scoff into a cough and faked choking, she doubted Lexa or her friends believed it.
However, continuing on, Lexa said "...she has showed me a lot of the Ark and has been telling me a lot about your Sky People ways."
"Really?" Abby spoke up first, her eyes falling on the girl, leader of the Grounders across from her.
Monroe nodded a small smile on her own face as she recalled what she had told the Commander. "I told her about the masquerade parties we used to have, about unity day and about some of our customs." The last word sent a small blush over the girls features.
Lexa smiled lightly.
Clarke glared heavily.
"I'm sure you did." Clarke muttered, although not to quietly.
Lexa unfazed nodded, "She informed me of your peoples customs when it comes to fun."
"Oh I bet she did." The table came to a grinding halt, forks, knives and spoons were lowered as all eyes fell on the blonde.
"Clarke, is something wrong?" Abby asked first.
Octavia glanced around the table at the looks of confusion, fear and anger. The subject needed to change, right now.
"This is great food."
Octavia could hug her brother right now.
Knives, forks and spoons returned to food and the situation died...for a second.
"Yeah, Heda and Monroe hunted the boar together."
Octavia could kill her boyfriend right now.
She settled for stomping on his foot under the table. To his credit he didn't yelp but he did yank his foot away from her reach. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
Octavia just sighed.
"You went hunting together?" Clarke imposed her voice drifted over the table, shock clearly lacing her tone.
Clarke's insides were crumbling. Lexa had never taken her hunting, had actually refused to take her hunting, telling her it was to dangerous in the woods for someone inexperienced but she took Monroe. Monroe, who had even less experience with the woods.
Monroe nodded, oblivious to the hole she was digging herself. "Lexa requested my presence to do so last night. It was pretty awesome. We pitched camp in the trees and baited the animal to us." Turning to Lexa, Monroe offered. "You were awesome."
Clarke knew if she didn't leave she was bound to do something stupid. Like kill Monroe. Maybe, Lexa too. Mayb-nah probably not Lexa.
"I think I'm done." Clarke spoke, dropping her kitchen utensils to her plate with a clatter.
Lexa frowned and turned to Clarke before the blonde could stand. She hadn't wanted to cause the blonde any trouble so she had stayed away. Who knew four months still wasn't enough time. "Have I done something wrong to offend you Clarke of the Sky People."
Clarke hated the way Lexa used her title. She was supposed to be just Clarke to her, not Clarke of the Sky People. She hated the fact that Lexa was truly clueless as to what was going on.
"I don't know, have you." It was more of a statement then a question and Clarke hated that it had come out so terse and spiteful.
"If I have. I apologize."
Clarke's anger faded. It wasn't Lexa's fault. She had told the woman 'no' when the woman had put her heart on the line. She couldn't hate the woman for a mistake she herself had made.
"Hey, everything okay?" Monroe questioned, as the two leaders stood staring at one another in the silent mess hall. All eyes on the pair.
Well, she could hate Monroe.
"Fine." Clarke, growled, stomped her foot and stormed out without so much as a glance back over her shoulder.
-X-X-X-X-
Night came quickly and Clarke dreaded sleep. Entering the teenage quarters she came face to face with Raven who had opted to sleep with the rest of the teenagers than in the adults sector. She had bonded more with the hundred then any of the adults, with the exception of Abby, so it had been easily agreed upon and accepted, unanimous even.
"Clarke, good you're here." Raven's voice sounded harried, "I need help with something."
"Unless I'm dying Raven, it can wait until morning." Clarke shrugged her jacket of her shoulder and started down the hall that led to the living room which branched out to their rooms, kitchen and bathroom.
Clarke pulled to a startled halt as black hair filled her vision and a panicked look was thrown over her shoulder.
"Clarke," Octavia smiled nervously, "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I live here." Clarke offered in reply, "Well, sleep here." She corrected.
She made to step around Octavia only to have her path blocked again by the girl.
"Wonderful weather we are having isn't it?" Octavia asked leaning against the wall with hand scratching her head far too casually. "We should go for a walk. Get some fresh air."
Clarke's brow furrowed in serious confusion. "It's storming outside. Hurricane weather."
Octavia's face fell.
Clarke shook her head. "Look I'm tired," Clarke ducked around Octavia and started down the hall, "I just want to go to sleep and hopefu-".
Raven and Octavia cringed as the sounds of Clarke's boots came to a screeching halt, as she soaked in the sight in front of her.
Soft music was playing in the background being encompassed by the sounds of TV's and video games. The noise however wasn't what caught her attention. It was Lexa, no war paint and out of her battle armor. In any other moment, Clarke may have felt idiotic for ever thinking she could get over this woman who looked just as much the teenager that she truly was.
However it wasn't any other moment and Monroe had one hand on Lexa's shoulder and the other clasped in her other hand, Lexa's very own on Monroe's waist and the other clasped with Monroe's.
I'm fine, perfectly fine Clarke told herself.
Clarke was mad.
It's okay to be mad.
Clarke was angry.
Angry at myself, not angry at Lexa or Monroe Monroe's hand rubbed lightly on the Commander's shoulder, Okay maybe Monroe.
Clarke was furious.
Furious? I'm not furious, whose furious? Clarke let out a light chuckle, it wasn't forced. Who said it was forced?
Clarke was pissed.
I'm gonna kill her.
"Are those the five stages of grief?" Raven asked her black haired friend quietly.
"Nobody's dead." Octavia replied.
"Monroe's about to be."
Octavia was the first to react and thanked Indra in her head for the training the woman had given her as she snapped forward and restrained Clarke by the waist, the girl moved lightning fast and was already lunged halfway over the couch. "Little help here," she grunted back over her shoulder to Raven.
Rolling her eyes, Raven sighed but obliged her friend, grabbing hold of one of Clarke's arms tugging whilst Octavia clung to Clarke's waist.
"Alright, alright," Clarke conceded, hands up in the air after a slight struggle.
Octavia and Raven released the girl to the stock still silent room, a split second later and Octavia had one foot and Raven was piggybacked on Clarke's back, arms wrapped around the head of the one shoeless girl who was struggling to reach Monroe.
"It's okay. It's all good."
"Is she alright?" Monroe questioned, "Is she trying to hurt me?"
"No." Octavia and Raven replied unanimously.
"I'ma kill you!" Clarke screeched.
"Maybe."
"Clarke, why are you upset?" Lexa questioned.
At the sound of Lexa's voice, Clarke stopped struggling. Her body slumped and with the sudden relaxed posture and added weight of Raven on her back and Octavia holding one leg up in the air, she tipped forward and face planted herself into the ground.
Lexa was first to move.
Clarke shot up upon feeling Lexa's hands reach her shoulders. "I'm fine. Don't touch me." She missed the look of hurt flash over Lexa's face.
Clarke pushed herself to her feet untangling herself, while a small trickle of blood paved its way down from her nose and over lips. She tried to walk with whatever dignity she had left to the kitchen to clean herself up but hobbled with one shoe on and managed to trip at least twice on the way and before she rounded the corner to the kitchen, she felt the thwack! of a shoe, her shoe, hitting the back of her head and Raven's muttered curses.
She picked up her shoe before quickly entering the kitchen and crossing to the other side of the room where a cloth laid abandoned.
Picking it up, she soaked it under the tap, tipped her head back and pressed the cloth to her nose, holding back tears.
Good job Clarke, even if you had a shot left with Lexa, after that embarrassing spectacle it's now gone. Gone, gone, gone. Faster then the planet was ninety-seven years ago. Faster then when we fell to Earth.
"Clarke?" Clarke groaned and turned even further away from Lexa.
The last thing she needed now was for Lexa to see her bleeding and weak.
"I'm sorry about what happened out there. I'm not sure what happened." Clarke gripped her nose tighter, her words coming out in a funny clogged tone. "Bad berries I'm guessing."
Lexa let a small chuckle slip.
Clarke repeated what she had said with the same tone inside her own head and let a small chuckle escape her own lips. "Quack."
Lexa offered another small chuckle and a shake of her head at the truly sounding duck noise. "Are you okay?"
Turning to face the woman, Clarke removed the cloth from her face and nodded. "Wounded pride, dignity," holding up her shoe she added,"and shoe."
"They can be repaired Clarke, as can everything."
"Can we?" Clarke shot out without thinking.
Lexa glanced down at her feet for a second before returning her eyes to Clarke. Gesturing to the cloth she asked, "May I?"
Clarke hesitated, wanting an answer. None came and so not to lose Lexa's company, she nodded.
Lexa stepped forward and took the cloth from Clarke, wetting it again before reaching forward to swipe drying blood from her face. Clarke waited patiently whilst Lexa cleaned her up. A small smile tipped the corners of her lips as she considered what life would have been like if she had have said yes to Lexa all those months ago. She wouldn't have had to get hurt to have Lexa caring for her or even looking at her.
"Yes."
Lexa's eyes met Clarke's.
"I'm sorry but I just felt..." Clarke shook her head, "I don't know. All I know is that..." Clarke sighed, took a moment and gathered her courage to press on. "I love you. Now and then and I know that you're either with or going to get with Monroe..."
Lexa's brow creased, "Monroe?"
"Yeah, I see the way you act around one another." Clarke glanced down at her own feet, "I used to look at you the same way she does..." she paused and softly barely a whisper added, "...still do."
Lexa shook her head head, placing the cloth onto the bench before giving her full attention to the blonde sky princess. "Me and Monroe are friends. She attempted to kiss me once and although I will not lie and say I didn't kiss her back." She watched Clarke's face fall, "I did stop it." Clarke's face was a picture of both hurt and hope and Lexa prayed to whatever God's would listen that she could clear it up. "She wasn't you Clarke, she'd never be you."
"But you looked so comfo-"
"Monroe although hurt didn't want to stop being friends because of it."
"Friends?"
Lexa nodded.
Clarke sucked in a deep breath. "Could we try again?"
Lexa nodded once and gave the blue eyed blonde a smile. "I'd try again a million times with you Clarke."