Author's Note: Since I'm going to be done with Somewhere in Time I couldn't stop myself from doing this! Hope you dig the idea! Vampires in here are similar to the ones of Anne Rice's books (in terms of abilities and physicality) and both Clarke and Lexa are older than in the TV show (Clarke is in her early 30s while Lexa is in her late 20s).
Comments and kudos are more than welcomed people! They feed the muse and I do read and take the suggestions given to me into consideration when writing my stories. After 3x16 I believe we need sexy, non complicated and everlasting Clexa. Long live Heda!
Mackinac Island was the last place she had expected to be at when she first heard of the case of Alie Carter. The woman had stolen her late husband's entire fortune and the distraught children of the man's first wife were trying to locate her and the missing money. The police department of Detroit had argued that once the woman left the city the case was outside their jurisdiction and that the children's best shot was to restart the investigation in the city where their father's wife relocated. But, knowing that their stepmother was going to stay on the run until she spent all of the money, the children decided to hire a bail bondsperson. When they decided to do so, that was the moment Lexa Woods' life changed.
When Lexa first heard the children tell them their story, the brunette woman had laughed outloud and asked them if they had been paid to prank her. When the children promised her that what they said was true and that she would be handsomely paid in return for her services- she laughed again and told them the whole case sounded like one that came straight from a morning soap opera. And yet she had been intrigued and desperate enough to accept it. Women on the run were not difficult to locate and she had already pinpointed the woman's location to Mackinac Island, which was four hours away from Detroit. It was not too far away and hence she was surprised the woman had decided to go to that place and not a bigger city. An island was a more difficult place to escape from and the size of the population was not big enough to hide her. Nevertheless, Lexa was desperate for easy money and this case seemed to be a golden mine if done right.
It was because of that that she now found herself at the entrance of the island, shocked to realize that her car would have to stay parked at the border of the city since transportation inside could only be done in either bicycles, horseback riding or walking. Huffing in annoyance, Lexa took her small bag and purse out and headed towards the Grand Hotel, a place that emanated antique and romance. It had surprised her how easy the runaway widow had made her case by staying at one of the most popular hotels of the island. She was not sure what to make of this and getting closer to the place only made her hesitate and doubt the tip and case were even real. Perhaps this was truly a prank and she had spent almost 200 dollars getting to this island (money that she really couldn't spare).
So with those dangerous thoughts in mind, Lexa entered the Grand Hotel and was surprised to see the vintage style of the place. There were butlers dressed in suits carefully lifting bags, concierges manually entering the client's information and giving the room keys (and by keys she meant the really old ones that one didn't expect to now see at hotels). Surprised by this, Lexa noticed that most of them were busy with registering the guests. Taking advantage of the situation, she quickly moved to the back of the place, immediately entering one of the public restrooms to prepare. She had planned this evening very carefully and it was key for her to blend in with the rest of people in the place. Knowing that her thief was going to be at the party of the night, Lexa took out her travel clothes and placed them inside her bag while taking out her tight dress to put it on- hoping that the wrinkles were not obvious and that the crappy quality could pass off as more than a dress obtained from Forever 21.
Huffing in annoyance at having to do this, Lexa applied her makeup and straightened her hair, managing to look quite decent for having gotten ready at a public restroom. Now all she had to do was wait for the party to start so she could locate the woman. It sounded easy enough and she hoped that would be the case. Lincoln had tipped her off about the police not wanting to chase the woman to the island and that was when she received a call from the late husband's children. This was her chance to make some money and stop eating instant noodles.
Hours went by, and went Lexa finally heard the sound of music playing outside, she decided that it was showtime. Immediately putting her stuff behind the toilet, the brunette left the bathroom and went to where most of the people were moving to. Nevertheless, she was surprised to see that there was a man at the entrance asking for tickets. She had not thought this could happen and she was not prepared.
Shit, she murmured while moving forward.
"Good night ma'am." an overenthusiastic old man says with a happy smile. This gives Lexa hope. "Do you have your invitation with you?"
"I don't. I forgot it in my room and I'm already late.." she replies with a soft smile. "You see my aunt is waiting for me and she hates when I'm late." she flirts a little.
"I'm afraid ma'am that I can't let you inside without an invitation." he says surely.
"Are you sure?" Lexa was pushing it but she had come all this way and she was not going to give up. "I'm a guest at the hotel. I'm paying to stay here." she lies.
"I'm afraid that this is a private event that only hotel guests with invitation can enter."
"This is insulting." she huffs and for some reason Lexa honestly feels insulted. "Can I speak to the manager?"
"I am the manager." the old man replies tersely. "And I already told you that this is a private event. Perhaps it's time we have someone escort you to your room." he suggests.
"I got dressed and prepared for this party. And I'm not going back to my room after doing so." Because I don't have one.
"What is your room number?" he asks now and Lexa realizes that it's over. She has to leave before the police arrive.
"Is there a problem Mr. Douglas?" a woman asks from behind them and Lexa felt herself swoon when her eyes made contact with the ones of the blonde. They were a beautiful shade of blue.
"No." he whispers and Lexa looks amused at the confrontation. "I was just telling this woman that we cannot grant her access to the party."
"And why do you want access?" the blonde woman asks her.
"She says she forgot her invitation." the old man answers but neither woman pays attention to him.
"You could have brought your invitation like the rest of guests." the blonde woman continues saying.
"I'm not here as a guest." Lexa mutters embarrassedly, knowing that it couldn't get worse from what was happening now. "A current fugitive is staying at this hotel." she explains while being distracted by the older woman's hands. They were slender and quite beautiful. "And I came here all the way from Detroit to bring her back to the mainland."
"Why not say that instead of building this elaborate lie."
"Because I know hotels can't give information about their clients and it was easier to just catch her like this."
"I can see that." the blonde woman says sarcastically.
"I know." Lexa jokes as well and both women smile.
"Don't worry Mr. Douglas, Miss..."
"Woods." the brunette adds embarrassedly. "Lexa Woods."
"Miss Woods will come in as my guest." she finishes and the old man nods while giving her a dirty look.
"Yes ma'am." he replies. "Have a nice evening."
"Thank you." Lexa smirks at him before entering the room. "And thank you." she says to the blonde who merely winks at her.
"It was too much fun to see old Douglas almost have a stroke." she jokes. "So I had to return the favor by helping you get in."
"I appreciate that." Lexa murmurs while looking around. "This is a very fancy party."
"Well, we pay a lot so it can be that way." she jokes while placing her hand on top of Lexa's hip. Both close their eyes at the contact. "Now tell me who we're looking for."
"We're looking for?" Lexa jokes. "I work alone."
"I just helped you get inside the party. And I also helped you avoid a trip to the police station."
"I guess you're right." the brunette agrees. "But you must do one thing first."
"Another?" the blonde woman jokes.
"Tell me your name." Lexa whispers and it sounds more serious than what she intended to.
The blonde woman laughs loudly. "You don't know who I am?"
When the blonde laughs, Lexa notices the way everyone in the room stares at her with lust in their eyes. And for some strange reason, this makes Lexa feel completely jealous. She wants all of them to know that the blonde woman is unavailable. No, she wants them to know that they're together and that scares her. Suspecting that something else is going on right under her nose, Lexa tries her best to stop thinking about the blonde's beauty and to instead focus on her job. She came all this way to catch a criminal and she was not going to leave empty handed.
"Should I know?" Lexa answers back.
"A pleasant surprise." she smiles brightly. "My name is Clarke Griffin and I'm a guest at the Grand Hotel."
"I could tell." Lexa says and immediately blushes. She was a grown woman, not a teenager for Christ's sake.
"I noticed that." the blonde, Clarke, says while staring lustfully at her. "But now that you know my name, can you tell me how it was that you came to know that your criminal is here?"
"I have my resources." Lexa said proudly while taking the paper with the hotel receipt from her bag. "She paid for the reservation in advance. And it says here that she arrives today."
Clarke looks through the paper and chuckles after a while. "Well, she is going to stay here..." she starts to say. "But you won't find this woman at this party."
"But that's impossible it says right there..."
"That she will arrive tomorrow morning." the blonde interrupts her with a cheeky smile. "The reservation starts tonight but she won't make it to the hotel until tomorrow morning. It's in the 'notes' section."
Taking the paper back from the blonde, Lexa immediately starts to read it and closes her eyes when she realizes that she has made a mistake. The woman was going to arrive tomorrow and she had traveled all the way here for nothing. And not only that, but she had started a fight with the manager, had gotten the help of a beautiful woman to enter a snob party and all for nothing. This was bad. No, this was embarrassing. She needed to run and leave right away.
"I'm sorry for all the fuss and trouble." Lexa says solemnly. She starts to think of the fastest way to walk back to the port and get on her car. At least she can sleep there until the morning and then return.
"Miss Woods." Clarke says and to Lexa it sounds like the most erotic thing anyone has ever said to her. "Where are you going?"
"To my car?" she asks, not understanding the question. "She's not here so why should I stay?"
"Well, it took a while for me to get you inside. Besides, what will people think when they see you leave right away?"
"Then can think what they want." Lexa mutters.
"Or you can just stay and enjoy the party." Clarke whispers to her. "Or am I that terrible to be with?"
"Of course not!" the brunette says immediately and yet again blushes because of her overenthusiasm. "It's just that I don't belong here."
"Neither do I." the blonde confesses.
"You look the part."
"I must look the part." she whispers softly. "But that doesn't mean I like to be here."
"Then don't stay here." Lexa says with a wicked smile. "Let's go somewhere else."
"I can't leave." Clarke says.
"Sure you can. I know you're more than what you say you are Miss Griffin. You're important and you have power. Use it to have some fun."
"Some fun?" the blonde woman winks at her. "In Mackinac Island?"
"I've been in worst places." Lexa says honestly. "As long as there's a bar and beer it's all good. So what do you say?"
Clarke looks at her for a couple of seconds and smiles brightly at her, making Lexa exhale in relief and longing.
"I'll love to." she says and lets the brunette woman lead her out.
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"So tell me..." Lexa says with a beer in her hand. "What do you do?"
"I inherited some businesses of my late parents that ended up becoming very wealthy." Clarke shrugs. "I'm the face of the company, reason why I'm invited to all of these parties."
"And you hate it."
"And I hate it."
"Then why do you keep doing it?"
"It's complicated." the blonde says while taking a drink of her beer. "My parents companies are my responsibility. I cannot dishonor their memory by running away from them."
"I can understand that." Lexa agrees after a while. "What would you like to do instead?"
"Paint." Clarke smiles warmly. "It soothes me. It reminds me of what I have lost and gives me hope of what is yet to come."
"That was poetic." the brunette says enchanted.
Where did this beautiful woman come from and why was she with her?
Before the blonde could answer her, Lexa hears a cellphone ring and she knows that it's not hers. Looking at Clarke, the older woman gives her an apologetic smile before answering the call. The woman quickly starts to speak in another language and the accent that emanates from her mouth makes Lexa desire her even more than before. But then again this was all meant to end. She could never rival or be a part of the blonde's world, apart from the fact that they knew absolutely nothing about each other. And yet why was it then that she felt so connected to her?
"I'm sorry but that was my agent. He's pissed that I left the event."
"I'm sorry and I hope that won't cause you much trouble."
"It won't." Clarke smiles at her. "And even if it does, it was worth it."
Lexa stares at deep blue eyes and she can't help herself from holding her breath. This was a terrible idea.
"I can take you back to the hotel if that's what you wish."
"Don't worry, someone will come pick me up." she smirks at Lexa. "Where are you staying?"
"Nowhere." she admits. "I wasn't counting on staying the night in this island."
"Then where will you sleep?"
Lexa chuckles. Of course, the woman's a billionaire.
"In my car Miss Griffin."
"That's horrible." the blonde woman says. "No dear, you will not sleep in your car tonight."
"I have nowhere else to stay at." she reminds her." Besides, I have slept in worse places than a car."
"Well, a guest of mine cannot sleep in a car Miss Woods." Clarke smiles. "And from this moment on you have become my guest. You'll be staying in one of the rooms at the Grand Hotel."
"I can't afford to stay there Miss Griffin." she starts to explain.
"You don't have to pay me back."
"That's not what I mean." Lexa says stubbornly. "You've already been too kind and I don't want to take abuse of that."
"I have a lot of money." Clarke says honestly. "Helping you out is a good way to spend a little of it. Do take my offer."
Lexa looked at the blonde woman and noticed the way her eyes kept focusing on her body. She had to admit that staying in a nice room was way better than her car. Besides, there was something about Clarke that called to her, asked her to make risks and choices that she usually never made. Like the one she was about to do right now.
"Why are you helping me?" Lexa decides to ask. "What do you want in exchange?"
"Because I want to get to know you better." Clarke replies honestly. "I can't explain why but I just do. And I don't want anything that you don't wish to give." she winks. "Besides, who's to say you shouldn't take advantage and make the best out of the situation you're already in?"
She's right, Lexa realized.
"I accept." Lexa says while stretching her hand and waiting for the blonde to reciprocate.
"Then come follow me." Clarke purrs at her while motioning for a car to stop in front of them.
"Thank you Miss Griffin." Lexa whispers while getting inside and looking down in embarrassment. She was blushing. "You're like a guardian angel with tons of money." she tries to joke but it's not funny at all.
Still, Clarke laughs loudly.
"Trust me dear, I'm no angel at all." she whispers near Lexa and the brunette feels her heart beat erratically. This woman was going to kill her or cause her a heart attack. Either way, Lexa was enthralled. "Have breakfast with me."
"What?" Lexa asks completely shocked.
"Breakfast, with me, tomorrow morning? I recommend you take it since the hotel is known for its buffet." the blonde jokes.
"I'll love to." the brunette blushes even more than before. "What time should I meet you?"
"Be ready at 8am." Clarke says with a sweet smile and waits until they open the door for her. "Bellamy here..." she points at the man who was waiting outside the lobby with a scowl on his face. "Will accommodate you. Anything you require you can ask him."
"I'm sure I'll be fine." she says embarrassedly. "Thank you."
"Thank you." the blonde smiles while blowing her a kiss before disappearing inside the hotel, leaving Lexa completely confused and numbed.
"Miss Griffin will be waiting for you at the main dining hall." Bellamy said to her. "Don't be late. As a guest of Miss Griffin, you can ask for anything you want free of charge. Don't make a scandal and we'll be fine." the man threatens her and Lexa gulps. "Is that clear?"
"Like crystal." Lexa mutters.
"And also, do you own a dress or formal attire?" he looks at her with a scowl on his face.
"I didn't know I would need one." she retorts angrily.
"One will be delivered to your room tomorrow morning before breakfast." he dismisses her retort. "All guests are required to dress in evening wear."
"Why?" Lexa asks confused.
"Because people pay more than $500 dollars a night so they can do so." the man hisses. "So if that is also clear..." he waits until Lexa nods. "...then you can follow Mr. Douglas who will take you to your room." Bellamy says while leaving.
What have I gotten myself into?, Lexa asks herself before being told by Mr. Douglas that her room is ready.
"This man will take you to your room Miss Woods." the old manager says, barely hiding his anger towards her. "Hope you have a wonderful stay."
"Thanks." Lexa smirks at him. "I sure will." she finishes and leaves behind the bellboy. "Tell me, is it usual for the hotel to be this full?" she jokes with him and the teenager chuckles.
"There was this movie called Somewhere in Time that was shot here in 1979. It became such a hit that people started visiting the hotel and asking for tours of the places the characters in the movie went to. Many couples and families come during the anniversary weekend because the actors that shot the movie tend to come as well. And, people even dress up in costumes during their stay."
"Do they?" Lexa asks completely amused. "I feel bad about not watching the movie before coming here."
"They'll have regular showings at the movie room all day tomorrow. Perhaps you can go see it then." he informs her with a friendly smile. "I saw it myself and it was too much for me."
"Too much what?" she asks him.
"Too much romance. I'm more of a guns and cars exploding film enthusiast."
"So am I." she winks at him and the bellboy blushes. "But since I have nothing to do after breakfast perhaps I'll go see it. Do you have a schedule with you?"
"Yes ma'am." the bellboy says diligently and takes a small poster out of his jacket. "Here are all the times in which the movie will air. And this..." he says while lowering her bag and opening the door. "Is your room.
"This is my room?" she asks completely shocked because the room she's currently staying in is absolutely amazing. Way better than the apartment she owns in Detroit. Way better than any current possession of hers.
"Yes ma'am. Only the best for Miss Griffin's guests." he says proudly.
"Does she have many guests?" Lexa can't help herself from asking this.
The bellboy immediately takes notice of his comment and gulps in embarrassment.
"I wouldn't know that ma'am." he stutters out while placing her bag inside the room. "Would that be all you require for tonight?"
"Yes. That's all." she takes pity and starts to get her purse out but the bellboy stops her.
"There's no need." he says with a soft smile.
"Because I'm Miss Griffin's guest." she murmurs and the bellboy nods.
"Goodnight ma'am and I hope you enjoy your stay here." he finishes and closes the door of the room.
"I hope so too." Lexa whispers.
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"Who is she and why did you invite her to stay at the hotel?" Bellamy asks her the moment the two of them enter her room.
"Who she is is none of your business." the billionaire threatens immediately.
"Is she the reason you left the dinner?" he says angrily. "You can't just abandon a sponsored event like that."
"Why can't I?" Clarke asks instead with a smile on her face.
"The last thing we need right now is to have a scandal during the Somewhere in Time weekend. You know how important it is for us." Bellamy says sternly.
"Nothing will interfere with our activities." the blonde appeases him.
"She already did. People wanted to talk to you."
"I'm their Queen." Clarke huffs boredly. "They always want to talk. Besides, after attending the event many times one grows bored of it."
"Are you sure that's it?" the young man retorts with a wicked smile. "And that it has nothing to do with the brunette woman that was trying to enter the dinner?"
"Who told you?" she asks carefully. She hated when Bellamy did these things.
"What matters is that I know." he dismisses her. "Really, aiding a criminal?"
"She's no criminal." she defends immediately and notices the way Bellamy flinches. "Are you jealous?" she mocks him.
"I'm concerned." he says. "Besides, we both know that I'm too much for you."
"Too much cock." Clarke mutters and both of them laugh.
"We need to be careful." he chuckles softly. "If all you wanted was to fuck her then I'm sure you could have done that without inviting her to stay at the hotel to have breakfast with you."
"Perhaps you're right and I would have been able to convince Miss Woods of spending the night in my room." Clarke says while putting a bottle out of her mini bar. "But where's the fun in that? Besides, she's here so she can take a criminal back to Detroit. It's best she's the one capturing the woman instead of the police getting involved in any way. The last thing our clients want is their faces in the evening news."
"If you say so." Bellamy relents and then answers the phone from her room. "Send him up to my room." he murmurs while hanging up.
"Still infatuated with that boy?" Clarke now mocks him.
"Murphy is already a part of our world." he retorts while putting his jacket back on.
"But you want him to be one of us." Clarke recognizes the apprehension and sorrow her friend is feeling.
"I will not disrespect his wishes if he does not wish to become like us." Bellamy whispers. "I made a mistake already by falling in love with a mundane."
"Does the boy not love you back?"
"He does." Bellamy says surely. "But he doesn't want to abandon his family, he doesn't want to watch them die." he adds brokenly.
"I'm sorry." Clarke says honestly because she's aware of how painful it is to love a mundane who does not wish to be turned.
"There's nothing I can do other than be with him until he doesn't wish to be with me."
"Bellamy..." Clarke starts to say but stops when she hears the door of his friend's room open.
"That's my cue to go." he winks at her and Clarke nods. "Be ready tomorrow for a meeting with the staff at 10am."
"Must I?" Clarke huffs in annoyance.
"You're their Queen and organizer of this event. The staff likes to hear encouraging words from you. If you don't like public speaking then you should have thought of another area to build your empire." Bellamy mocks her.
"Don't push it Bellamy." Clarke smirks while drinking from her cup and enjoying the way the blood goes through her lips and throat, calming the thirst and hunger that had dominated her for the whole day.
"Domina." Bellamy nods one last time and leaves her alone.
It was unusual for Clarke to be at the Grand Hotel during this time of the year, but Bellamy had convinced her of the necessity to have her here. There were some rumors going around them that said that some covens were dissatisfied with their Queen. The last thing Clarke wanted was another war to begin, specially after the last one that almost extinguished her kind. She needed the support of the coven elders and that's why she had booked this isolated and yet classical hotel. It gave them enough privacy to be themselves while satisfying the material whims some of the vampires had acquired. The Somewhere in Time weekend that everyone was speaking up was a wonderful coincidence since Clarke had learned that hiding their events under big media appearances was a key to keeping their existence a secret. But Lexa Woods presence was unexpected and yet very welcomed. She didn't want anything to go amiss, so because of that she decided to aid the brunette woman in her quest. Or that was what Clarke was telling herself while refilling her glass. It was not the way the woman's body had looked under that dress. Or the way her eyes focused on her hips and lips. Or the way her lips became soft after she unconsciously licked them with her tongue. It was certainly not because of that...
Notes:
PS about 3x16... Bellamy being shocked about Octavia killing Pike is total BS! Like seriously, he murdered 300 innocent people in their sleep and he is surprised when Octavia kills the man responsible for it? (such a hypocrite as always). In this story he'll be cooler and less of an asshole.
Also, who else thought that Lexa suddenly becoming a computer programming expert was BS as well? Like just because she died the flame gave her knowledge about viruses and firewalls? Cause if it did then that knowledge should have been with her while she was alive since the information was inside the flame during this whole time. Weak plot and attempt at bringing her back to gain more viewers for the finale (nevertheless, it was nice to see Clarke tell her she loves her).
And finally, if you haven't watched the movie Somewhere in Time then you totally should. Beautifully shot and acted, the music and the script are quite wonderful. If you haven't seen it then I'm sorry because the ending is spoiled. Hehe.