So for those of you who read my other stories you know I have a special place in my heart for the friendship Lincoln and Clarke have.

And you also know that this one is not my best work about them but I had to start somewhere lol

I hope you'll like it and want more of it. ;)

Listento me

Clarke had been working hard this last few days. She knew it was stupid and it will only lead her to get sick or to tired to actually enjoy anything but she needed those days off and to get them she had do some extra work to get all settle done.

That's how she ended up on a hospital bed at 4 A.M. that day. Did she need to follow her mom's order and go back home? Probably. Did she tried to sneak past security to drive herself back home even though, Abby had clearly told her to call a cab to take her? Definitely. But did her mom really needed to call him? A cab would have been just fine, now she has to endure the silent treatment all the way back to her house and she knows for sure that as soon as they set foot in there he is going to start yelling at her. Like really, really loudly.

Why did she told him he was her family? That was really stupid. Emotional people shouldn't be allowed to speak to other human being. He knows she meant apart from her absentee lovable husband. But even though he had always been close to her, trusting her with his life, he joyfully turned overprotective after that and even though she really liked it most of the time today was definitely not one of those time.

He walked her to her door and waited for her to open the door.

"Can we not do this? Just this once? It's not like I am drinking or doing drugs, I just overworked myself." She told him calmly.

"Clarke!" His voice was low but assured she was not going to get rid of him that easy.

"Lincoln!" She tried to give the same assurance to her own voice but failed miserably.

"Come on! He'll be home in 2 days and he'll only be there for a week. I needed to work to get that all week off. Don't tell me O isn't going crazy over this, I wouldn't believe you." She said fighting her door to open. He took her keys and opened the door for her. She must have been really tiered to try to use her car keys to open the front door.

"She's been driving me crazy too. But she can take care of herself. And I know that because even though she has next week's all schedule plastered all over the house she is home right now asleep." He said helping Clarke take off her vest and boots.

"It's not fair." Clarke was clearly losing her battle against her brain, slowly falling asleep since she had settle in the car.

"Yeah, I know. But we wouldn't want Bellamy to kill me for not taking care of you when he comes back would we?" Clarke hated that he made fun of her but she had to admit there was a big chance it could happen.

"No, we wouldn't" Clarke mumbled.

"Great, so now to your room!" Lincoln tried to push her there but she was having none of it and he understood why when he heard her stomach growling. "Okay, do you want pancakes first?" Clarke nodded letting herself fall into the nearest chair she could find.

Lincoln kept her awake while he was cooking, sure she needed to sleep but looking at her and at the inside of her fridge it was clear that she hadn't eat in a while either.

"Too busy, cooking takes time." She said some other things after that but nothing intelligible.

"Why don't you just tell him?" He asked a little frustrated with the little blond sitting next to him.

"Telling who? What?" She said straightening herself as if it could fake her being awake.

"You know what I am talking about. Just tell your wonderful understanding completely in love with you…" She put her head in her hand and sight.

"He is not here you can stop the butt kissing."

"Okay tell your stupid risk taker husband that you get scared whenever he goes on mission." He stated.

"Can't! I told him to go. I told him that they needed him to go. I can't just tell him that I miss him too much so he should just give up on everything. What he does is important you know that." Clarke got mad.

"Yeah, I went there too remember but I came back, O and you needed me to be there and be safe. Marcus could find someone else to send on mission." Lincoln wasn't okay with any plan that could include the two people he would do anything to protect getting hurt but he couldn't make Bellamy stay either.

"You are not like him. He needs to take care of his people, he gets crazy whenever they go on mission without him. You care about us more that's all" Clarke started crying and tried to get Lincoln out of her house.

"It's your security company, Clarke." Lincoln had never understood why she just didn't pull him on some local missions like she does for him.

"Like he would take orders from me. He needs to feel useful and Marcus guard services gives that to him." Clarke didn't want to talk about it anymore she ate her pancakes and started to fall asleep on her plate.

She felt strong arms taking her of her chair to be settle onto a muscular chest and she leaned against him while he climb up the stairs to her room.

"You won't tell him, would you?" Clarke asked half asleep.

"No Clarke I won't." She already knew the answer they were having the same talk every other months but she always asked a part of her hoping that someday he would tell him. "But you need to take better care of yourself." It was too late she had already fallen asleep safely put in his arms. He stayed with her for a while keeping her into his arms until he was sure she wouldn't wake up once he had left her.

He really hated the situation. He needed to protect her against herself she was hurting and endangering herself and she acted like she didn't care as long as everyone else was safe. It was her job. Keeping everyone safe but herself. And it was his to make sure she was safe.

He left the house as dawn, he knew there was nothing more he could do and that at least next week she will be normal again, as always.

"I should tell him." He told himself.