So I just thought of this when I was watching Harry Potter, don't ask why it wasn't even Order of The Phoenix or anything so it doesn't make any sense whatsoever that this came from that but it did and I hope you enjoy whoever actually reads this.

Back In Your Head

Clarke Griffin had always been different. Always. She first realised on her tenth birthday just how different she was. Once in a blue moon a child was born on the ark that had something special about them, a gift. This gift would become active on the day of their tenth birthday and so the moment ten year old Clarke Griffin opened her eyes on the morning of her birthday she knew why she always felt different from the other kids.

Voices. Voices everywhere. She couldn't understand them, there was so many all at once she couldn't understand what they were trying to tell her. At ten years old Clarke was worried that she was going crazy, that she would be locked away because she had lost her mind.

She kept the gift to herself.

Years passed by and Clarke had trained herself to be able to shut the voices out or focus on a certain one if necessary. She could hear thoughts. It had been five years to this day that the gift had awoken inside of her, and although Clarke knew what this gift was, she told no one.

Wells had been looking at her weirdly recently and Clarke was curious as to why. She knew she shouldn't, she knew it was a major breach in someone's privacy, but she had to know. For the sake of their friendship she had to know why Wells was acting so strangely. So she read his mind.

She's so perfect, I love her so much, I should tell her, she might love me too, we could be happy together, but what if she doesn't? Oh forget it she doesn't.

Clarke wished she never read his mind.

The next time she used her powers was by accident. Her father had just been floated before her eyes and she lost control. She couldn't block the thoughts in that single moment because her father had just been executed and she could do nothing but watch as his life ended in front of her eyes.

There was one thought that was the strongest and that one thought echoed in Clarke's head louder than the others.

It's my fault he's dead.

Her mother's thought. Her mother was blaming herself for her father's death when she knew it was Wells's fault.

Her time in solitary gave her more time to think than ever and all she could think about was the thought that went through her mother's head the moment her father had been floated. It's my fault he's dead. What did her mother mean by that? Wells had admitted it was he who told his father, why would her mother think that it was her fault? She hated Wells more for making her mother blame herself for her father's death.

The drop ship was plummeting to the Earth's surface too fast and in the shear moment of panic and fear Clarke once again lost control of her ability to block thoughts.

If I die, and she hates me still, at least I died next to the girl I love.

Wells. How could he say that he loved her when he turned her father in? She felt sick. How could Wells say he loved her after what he did, if he loved her he wouldn't have done what he did.

Except it wasn't Wells that turned her father in, it was her mother. As she embraced her old friend she allowed herself to reach out into his mind.

Maybe she could love me too now.

In that moment Clarke really wished she could love her old friend as he loved her, but she knew in her heart she couldn't. She wasn't meant to love him, not in the way he wanted and Clarke felt awful for it, for hurting him with her purely platonic feelings.

And then he was gone.

Finn was the next person she read. She didn't mean to, well she did. Her attraction to Octavia was unrequited and she could live with that, but she was unsure if her attraction to Finn was requited as she suspected.

I like her, I'm probably never going to see Raven again, so why not go for Clarke?

Raven. Finn was taken. She wished she never read his mind, wished that she was blissfully ignorant so she could have a love affair with the boy, but now that she knew he had another, even if he probably would never see her again, he was off limits and she would not go near him.

Finn was upset and confused about why she had gone so cold towards him, and she felt bad, she really did, but he had another, a girl who loved him more than anyone and she would stay away, she would push him away and not grow attached, he was off limits.

A few days later she met Raven. Clarke was glad that she read Finn's mind in that moment, she couldn't imagine the drama that would have been caused if she hadn't. She didn't want that, she didn't want the pain that it would bring. Raven was nice, snarky, and funny and the two instantly got along.

Finn doesn't look at me like he used to.

Clarke knew why he didn't. Finn looked at her like he should have been looking at Raven. It made her feel sick. It didn't take long for Raven to realise Finn was looking at Clarke the way he used to look at her; she confronted Clarke, asked why he did that. Clarke said she didn't know, nothing had happened, Clarke wouldn't let it. She lied and told Raven she didn't like Finn like that, she didn't that was true not anymore, but she used to before she found out he was willing to cheat on the mechanic for the blonde.

Clarke didn't read minds after that. Not even in Mount Weather when she could have used it to help her, not even when she first met with Anya to see if she was truly interested in an alliance. She didn't read minds again. Her gift was more like a curse, it had done more harm than good. She couldn't stand to use it again, she couldn't. Until Anya lay dying.

Clarke hated to admit it but she had grown attached to the grounder in the time they spent together, she cared for the other woman.

I hope Lexa doesn't feel the pain I know she will when she finds out.

Anya's last thought was for another's pain. She was worried that this Lexa would not be hurt by Anya's death. Clarke cared more for the grounder in that moment, she was truly selfless, and she must have loved this Lexa.

In the days that passed Clarke wondered who this Lexa was, Anya's lover perhaps? Her sister? Her daughter? Her mother? Her friend? Clarke did not know.

And then she did. There was Lexa, sat on her throne and Clarke couldn't block the Commander's thoughts as they invaded her brain.

She's cute, oh Gods why didn't someone tell me she was cute. Act intimidating, play with your knife, calm down. Do not let her know you think she's adorable.

Clarke fought hard to keep her smile off her face.

"So you're the one that burnt three hundred of my warriors alive."

Oh my God Lexa, you prepared a speech and everything and that's the best you could come out with? Stop being so soft she's just a cute girl. An insanely cute girl.

This was Lexa, Anya's second, the Commander. Clarke was besotted already.

The Commander is a totally adorable nerd.

I'm not an adorable nerd.

Wait.

"You can hear me?" They said at the same time.