This is an AU that popped into my head out of nowhere. Lexa is a little older than Clarke here and I haven't written in years so bare with me.
Clarke jumped awake, immediately noticing the small puddle of drool that had escaped her lips. As soon as her eyes opened she lifted her head from the wooden desk beneath her and saw students shuffling out of the classroom. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she grabbed her bag and began making her way out of the room, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
To her dismay she was stopped in her tracks when she heard her teacher calling her name. "I would like to talk to you for a minute, Clarke," the petite teacher said. Clarke braced herself before turning around to meet the piercing green eyes of the teacher she'd had a crush on for the last three semesters.
Neither said a word until the rest of the students had left and Clarke shuffled uneasily on her feet, knowing she was probably about to get yelled at for sleeping in class. "I'm sorry Ms. Woods..." Clarke started but was silenced by the teacher holding a hand up asking her to pause.
"Clarke, this is the third semester you've taken one of my classes. I know you as a student by now. And I know the pressures of being pre-med are high but this isn't you. Sleeping in class is one thing, but your grades have dropped significantly. What's going on?"
Clarke looked into her teachers seeking eyes and bit her lip. Here was this beautiful woman whose philosophy and ethics classes kept taking needlessly, just because she loved listening to the woman's voice and seeing her. But to be fair, doctors did need to have ethics, so she rationalized it in her head that the classes made perfect sense for her to be taking as her extracurricular classes.
The blonde was startled out of her thoughts when she felt a hand on her arm and saw her teachers eyes looking at her with concern. "I'm sorry, I've just had a lot of bad things going on in my personal life lately," Clarke said, realizing that probably sounded like a lame excuse to let her grades fall. But she didn't dare tell her the truth.
Luckily she didn't have to, as her stomach growled loudly in protest. Clarke couldn't remember the last time she ate. "I'm here if you need me Clarke." And with that Clarke knew she was dismissed and thankfully spared having to explain to her teacher what had been going on in her life.
So far she hadn't told anyone that she'd been kicked out of her house. That her parents closed her bank account and took every penny she'd had. She was too proud, even with her closest friends. She also didn't want anyone to pity her. She'd been eating scraps left behind and sleeping in various spots around campus while she tried to come up with a plan. When she had a plan that wouldn't cause her to be a burden, then she felt she would be able to confide in her friends.
As she made her way to the cafeteria on campus the smells made her stomach growl louder, and she rubbed it knowing she hadn't been getting enough food. Usually she could find lazy students leaving behind barely eaten pizza and burgers and while she was really craving healthy food, she would take what she could get right now. She settled into one of the lounge chairs on the outskirts of the cafeteria and got comfy. Without realizing it, the harder she tried to keep her eyes alert for unwanted food being left behind the heavier her eyes got and she was quickly again sleeping, oblivious to the bustle around her.
When she awoke, she had no idea how much time had passed but it was much quieter in the cafeteria. "Shit," she cursed as she opened her eyes, noticing that hardly anyone was there and she had missed her opportunity for food for the day. That's when she heard someone clearing their throat in the chair beside her, and once again was looking into the beautiful green eyes of her favorite teacher. Clarke felt her cheeks turning red for once again having been caught like this. "Um, hi Ms Woods," Clarke stammered, not really sure how to react to this situation or why her teacher was even there.
"You can call me Lexa. It's weird when we are out of class and around the same age to be called that," she said, while proffering Clarke a salad she had purchased for the blonde upon finding her passed out on campus with no food. Clarke took it without responding, but she could see her blue eyes shining as she looked at the food and handed her a fork. "Eat," she commanded.
Clarke said nothing, but didn't wait to be told twice before digging into the food. Lexa watched her with amusement, trying to figure out how she could speak her mind to Clarke without offending one of her favorite students. Finally deciding there was no alternative other than blunt truth she let the words escape her mouth. "You smell Clarke."
Clarke stopped mid-chew and looked questioningly at her teacher. She realized she probably looked like some sort of rabid animal with baby spinach sticking out of her mouth and continued chewing as she watched her teacher. She wanted to be offended, but she also knew that it was also probably an accurate statement. She opted for embarrassed and just looked away from Lexa, realizing this was the woman she'd had a crush on for over a year now telling her that she smelled, while watching her ravage a salad like she had no manners at all.
"Your grades are dropping, from an A to a C. And you've always been incredibly... attentive," Lexa mused, causing Clarke to look away shyly. "I have a feeling it isn't just my class. You've lost weight and you well, you do smell a bit Clarke. You don't have to tell me what's going on, I've seen this before. But at least let me help," Lexa said as emphatically as she could.
"You just did," Clarke replied after a minute, holding up her food. "This is the best meal I've had in over a week."
"You're coming home with me," Lexa said with no room for protest in her voice.
"Excuse me?" Clarke asked, looking at her teacher baffled. Sure she'd had the hots for her for a long time, but she wasn't about to accept pity from her. She would solve her problems on her own. Even if she really did want to spend time actually getting to know the woman she'd desired for so long. "Not a chance. I don't take handouts and I'll pay you back for the food as soon as I can," the blonde retorted.
Lexa sighed, having expected as much but she wasn't willing to give up. Clarke was a bright student, who had taken one too many of her classes for her to not feel some sort of attachment to the blonde. There was no reason to watch the blonde ruin her shot at med school when helping Clarke wouldn't cause any trouble or detriment to her. "At least for one night. Sleep in a real bed. Eat real food. Shower," Lexa insisted.
Clarke's resolve wavered a bit, after all she really did want a shower. Plus she would be able to finally spend time with her crush, who at least seemed to not be judging her at all. Maybe it would be nice to confide in someone, an uninvolved third party, so she agreed after drawling out her hesitation just to reinforce her point that she didn't need or want pity and was fine on her own. "Okay, one night. That's it," Clarke agreed.
"Fantastic, now lets get the hell out of here. Not really a fan of staying at work after work," Lexa said lightheartedly, trying to make Clarke feel comfortable around her. She felt that Clarke could see who she really was after being in her class so long. She knew Clarke wasn't the type of student to not respect her as a teacher just because she also saw her as a real human.
Clarke obeyed and quietly followed behind her long time crush, wondering how in all of her awful luck she had gotten so damn lucky that the one woman she's spend her college career trying to get to notice her finally had. With a small grin and the first happy feeling in her chest in over a week, Clarke caught up to Lexa determined to make the most out of this opportunity.
So whatcha think? Should this be a thing? I wanted to try something different - where for once it isn't Lexa with the hard/traumatic life. Soooo I know we all love Abby but hey it's my story and I'll tell it how I want to. :D