I really wasn't sure what to call this one, so the title might change because now I can't stop playing the Animaniacs theme song in my head.
Anyway, this is in honour of the Lost Girl series coming to an end, *cough good riddance cough*.
Coloured lights strobed, dubstep pulsed and pounded within her and the other hundred sweaty bodies as they fluidly moved to the hypnotic beat. None was pressed closer to her than that of her best friend and girlfriend, Raven Reyes. Clarke loved dancing with her almost as much as she enjoyed making love to her. The first time was nearly three years ago, and rather memorable. Not just because they were long time friends with an intense emotional attachment, but because Raven had set the place on fire when she orgasmed. It startled her badly then but now she found it amusing and hot - in more ways than one - when Raven lost control like that. If things didn't cool down between them soon, some unlucky fae might suddenly find themselves ablaze.
With this thought in mind they began slowly making their way through the tightly packed crowd and towards the washrooms. Unfortunately, their path was blocked by a most odious creature and it would be a pain to get rid of it.
"Hey girls!" yelled Finn over the music, his shirt popped open and his hair greased back making him look all the more smarmy. "Headed to the stalls?" He winked and Clarke felt like tearing him a new one. "Want company?"
Their moist hands were clasped and Raven tried to steer them around him in another direction. No such luck. The damn satyr would not be so easily deterred, not that she had really expected him to. She had lost track of the number of times he had bothered them, him and his big dick, the part of him that obviously controlled all of his actions. She would be surprised if his brain even knew how to function on its own.
"Fuck off, Finn!" snarled Raven, eyes glowing faintly red in annoyance.
"Ah come on!" he mock pouted while his own eyes stayed glued to them with unadulterated lust. His hand trailed down lower, attempting to draw their line of sight towards the large bulge in his leather pants. Clarke didn't fall for it. "I guarantee you'll enjoy it."
As usual she felt disgusted in his presence and like she would need a long shower to even begin to wash his slimy scent off of her skin.
"You heard her!" shouted Clarke, shoving him aside and into someone else. "Fuck off!"
They continued on their way, finally making it to the outer skirts of the dancing, grinding group of fae. She was confused but pleasantly surprised when Finn didn't pursue them further and wasn't waiting there for them to try once again to change their minds.
They shared a look and Clarke leaned in and said, "You think we finally got through to him?"
Raven snorted into her collarbone, the sound felt more than heard. "Better chance of Pigmen flying."
"I could arrange that," smirked Clarke.
Raven snorted even louder, shaking her head. She pulled back and grinned, "I'm sure you could." Raven looked back to the sea of writhing bodies, squinting. "More likely he just found someone else to bother."
"Yeah, probably," she replied absentmindedly, the scent of the gorgeous woman before her making her forget all about the vile satyr. She pressed herself into Raven, suckling her salty neck, enjoying the breathy response. She kissed up to her ear, nibbled on it as she said, "So, we gonna do this thing or...?"
Raven kissed her hard before dragging her into the women's washroom and locking the main door. They were so intent on each other that they didn't notice they weren't alone. Just as they both tugged on each others pants, eager to get this show on the road, someone cleared their throat loudly and freaked them out badly. They jumped apart, fully intent on killing Finn; Raven producing a small ball of fire in her hand.
Clarke's pupils blew out completely when she took in the sight of the other woman. Her high topped hair was pulled back with many braids interwoven and perfectly in place. A large part of her upper face was done up in dark, fearsome makeup, making her green eyes all the more piercing and alluring. Her clothes were also dark and form fitting, with an open calf length, fur lined coat partially obscuring this. A simple golden necklace snaked its way down her chest, disappearing into the depths of her bosom. Even without any armour, she looked like an Amazon about to head into battle, complete with sword at the hip, where her hand currently resided.
Clarke had been around a lot of breathtaking beauties in her hundred and fifteen years, but none compared to her, not even Octavia, who was part Fairy; not even the woman who had always been there for her, or at least, had tried to be. There was this indefinable and irresistible aura exuding from her very being.
Another second passed before she consciously clued into who she was, who Clarke had instinctively known on sight, even though she looked vastly different than their last two week encounter. She never expected to see her again and Clarke couldn't help but to think of the first time she had laid eyes on her. It was a somewhat hazy and dreamlike recollection because she had been fairly tipsy at the time.
"Could this be magic, my dear," she crooned into the microphone. "My heart's all aglow."
It was 1956 and Clarke was singing her favourite human song of the moment at a Paris party Octavia had insisted she go to. Celebrity fae couples were swaying gently to the love song, and not for the first time, Clarke wished she could have someone for her own. A real someone. Not just a fling to stave off the loneliness and her bodies physical needs.
"Having your love, my prayers were answered."
As if on cue, an attractive woman off to the side caught her eye. Several men and women were hovering around her, but she was paying them no mind. The woman was wearing an elegant open backed green dress that fit her to a T and was cut fairly low, even by Paris standards. The dress matched the colour of her mesmerizing eyes. Clarke found she couldn't look away from the hypnotic gaze. Suddenly the song became incredibly intimate, as if everyone else had disappeared, like she was just singing it to her. Clarke's body began to tingle all over, and she vaguely wondered if the woman was some sort of telepathic love guru fae.
It turned out she wasn't that far off.
"Clarke," greeted the bombshell calmly, even pleasantly. She seemed completely unaffected by their sudden reunion.
"Lexa," she choked out, unconsciously taking a few steps back, hitting the somewhat grimy and graffitied wall. Her head swam as fragmented, but vivid memories of their time together burst forth to the surface all at once, struggling for dominance. The room was suddenly far too small and she felt like the walls were closing in.
"Clarke?" said a distant worried voice that might have come from Raven.
She struggled with the lock on the door before bolting out and into the open night air where she could breathe properly. She always felt more relaxed and at peace outdoors. Not for the first time she contemplated taking flight. But she could never do that again, not since that night.
A hand was on her shoulder. "Are you okay?" asked Raven, clearly concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied, after exhaling noisily and attempting to stand more upright.
Raven came around to face her, lifting her chin up so their eyes would meet. "What was that back there? Why did you freak out when you saw The Ash?"
Her brain spasmed again. The Ash? THE ASH?! Oh of course she would be the freaking Ash!
Willing herself not to hyperventilate again, she put her hands on Raven's shoulders and very evenly said, "We need to get out of here. I can't be around Lexa right now."
Raven frowned. "Okay, we can go," she said slowly, "but first answer me this one thing."
Clarke nodded even as she glanced over her shoulder and tugged on Raven's hand to get moving.
"Why do you keep using a pet name for her?"
Abruptly she stopped her motions and just stared at Raven. "What do you mean?" Somewhat timidly under her girlfriend's challenging gaze, "Isn't...isn't that her name?"
"It is," said the voice she was hoping to avoid tonight, "but I generally go by more formal terms, such as Alexandria."
Clarke, you big dumb dumb! How did you never clue into that?! Over the past fifty years or so she had heard tell of the current Ash, of Alexandria the Great, but she somehow had never put two and two together.
Taking yet another of many steadying breaths this night, she slowly turned back towards The Ash, towards the woman who had given her the best sex of her life for nearly two weeks straight. An erotic image flashed across her minds eye and she literally had to shake it off. Focus Clarke!
"We need to talk, Clarke."
Green eyes bore into blue in a far too familiar and somewhat unsettling manner. She felt like they were trying to pull her in and never let her go. Without consciously thinking about what she was doing, her feet attempted to protect her by taking her in the opposite direction.
She didn't get very far before she found herself ensnared...in a fucking tree branch. The branch was wrapped around her waist and had lifted her off the ground about ten feet. It wasn't squeezing her hard enough to be painful - though that would take a considerable amount given her strong bloodline - just enough to keep her in place. Still she took umbrage to being held hostage, and struggled against the damn thing, attempting to pry it off.
"Let her go," said Raven dangerously, fireballs erupting in both palms, eyes blazing bright red. "I don't care if you're the fucking Ash. I will burn you to ash if you hurt her."
Lexa...The Ash seemed amused by the not so idle threat, though her face remained impassive. Clarke thought she was being stupid. Yes she was strong, but being part Earth/Wood Nymph, she was highly susceptible to fire.
While they faced off, a couple exiting the club took in the scene before them and turned right back around, something she wished she could do too. Things with Raven were finally going smoothly, why did she of all people have to turn up now?
Lexa snapped her fingers and the tree dropped her. Clarke easily landed on her feet, none the worse for wear. Even though she knew it was futile, the impulse to flee once more was almost overpowering. She was afraid to get too near Lexa, afraid of what might happen if she did, so she stood her ground where she was, hoping Lexa would let her keep it.
"Go on then," she said, crossing her arms in an effort to console herself. "Talk."
"There is a situation brewing in your home colony, Clarke. I require your assistance." Her eyes flickered to Raven. "Both of your assistance."
She should have been relieved that this wasn't a personal call, but she wasn't. Strangely, she felt an intense stab of disappointment and immediately hated herself for it. She was with Raven now. Someone she loved. Lexa was in the past.
"What kind of situation?" replied Raven, the fireballs extinguished...in her hands anyway. It was very apparent that she didn't care much for their unexpected visitor.
"A dire one."
Raven looked to Clarke who was staring intently at Lexa, but not really seeing her.
Clarke hadn't been back there for three years and that was after her extended leave of ninety-seven years. Needless to say, her last encounter with her mother had been very emotional. She was not eager to relive that experience and suffer through all the guilt and grief like it was fresh knife wounds to her heart.
"Whatever you have to say, just say it," snapped Raven.
"I'm afraid there is another who must be made aware of the situation, and as such, it would be far more sensible to wait until everyone was present. This is a time sensitive matter," she reiterated.
"Fine," Clarke said. "We'll help you."
Lexa dipped her head in thanks and then gestured for them to follow her into the side alley. When they were all present, the world suddenly shifted and before she could even blink, they were in another location altogether...a travel agency?
The fastest way to travel, read the sign above the pleasantly smiling woman standing before them.
Clarke had used such services often enough in the past, though not in recent years. Such instantaneous transportation was usually only reserved for the fae governing body, various diplomats, and the very rich. Everyone else was expected to take more human modes of transport. Sometimes exceptions for emergencies were made, and judging by the people anxiously waiting for their turn to leave, this was one of them.
"Did you have a nice trip?" the woman said to The Ash, as if they weren't even there.
Lexa likewise ignored the woman and swiftly pushed through the glass doors. Almost immediately Clarke knew Lexa hadn't been lying for reasons unknown. The wind had picked up and she could literally feel the turbulent vibrations in the air, getting stronger and stronger the further she 'reached' out. She looked to the night sky, so different than the one they had just left. It was clouding over rapidly and in the far distance, she could just make out a particularly dark patch that funneled up into the sky. A flash of lightning illuminated a rather large tornado.
Was that what this was about? But why did Lexa need her for that?
Before she could speak, Lexa was climbing into the drivers seat of an expensive looking forest green sports car, one of those concept ones that ran off of hydrogen, creating zero emissions. Figures Lexa would care about the environment. They were after all, intimately linked. Not unlike the two of them...
Focus Clarke!
Dashing inside, Lexa was taking off even before she had a chance to buckle up. She fell against Raven who was sharing the back seat with her. Raven took her hand and squeezed it and they sat in suffocating silence until they reached their destination...her former childhood home; The Light Fae Headquarters. Somehow she had half convinced herself they wouldn't be coming here.
She recoiled slightly in shock to see how vastly different its interior now was. Where once there was gilded antique furniture and illustrious chandeliers lighting the way, there were now trees and vines and many other living things climbing across the vast walls and floors, all encompassing. She felt like she was in a fucking forest and for an instant she was furious with Lexa for changing her beloved home so drastically.
She kept her rage down by gripping Raven's hand much harder than she should have. But Raven made no complaint. She knew how hard this was for Clarke. Once upon a time they had played along these very halls without a care in the world. It was hard to believe she had ever been that innocent.
A still chubby faced Clarke of ten had her hands on her hips, glaring at her friend.
"Would you please desist in such childish behaviour?"
Raven gave her a mischievous smirk before curtsying in her simple cotton dress. Her hair was done up prettily, in a way she rarely bothered with nowadays - granted she had had the help of Clarke's own handmaiden to accomplish the elaborate updos.
"As you wish, your majesty."
"Do not address me in that manner!" she huffed angrily, stomping her elegant, slippered foot down forcefully. "You know it vexes me so!"
Raven's smirk widened as she casually produced a small ball of fire in her palm and then just as casually tossed it up into the air, very near one of the hanging draperies streaming out from the chandelier. It hovered for a moment, looked like it might ignite the fabric and fell back into Raven's waiting hand.
"You are going to start a fire!" she whined. "And father will be most displeased!"
"You can end my tomfoolery," taunted the trouble maker. "Simply blow out my flame."
She stomped again. "You know very well that I am incapable of producing any wind." Raven sniggered at that. "And what precisely do you find so diverting?" she demanded, eyes slits.
"I have heard you break wind on more than one occasion...your majesty."
Clarke flushed darkly and fumed all the more."How dare you accuse me of such a preposterous and disgusting deed! I am a highborn lady! I will not stand for such insolence!"
And she was so angry that she slashed down with her arm, a strong gust of wind shooting out to hit a surprised looking Raven right in the face, like a slap. But a massive slap that knocked her flat on her back. Horrified by her actions, she ran over to her side to see if she was all right. Raven just lay there grinning up at her.
Finally she had succeeded in extinguishing the flame.
The Ash's throne room was likewise transformed, with a throne made out of the hollow of a still living tree. There was a stoic faced woman off to the side, someone she didn't recognize; she was attired similarly to Lexa, so Clarke assumed she was a guard. However, in the centre of the forested room stood two people she did recognize.
"Clarke!" exclaimed the fashionably attired, drop dead gorgeous woman. She jumped into Clarke's arms, practically shoving Raven off into a large flowered, possibly carnivorous plant. The other person, a tall, muscled man, in a grey v-neck t simply stared at the pair without expression.
"It's been so long!" she chattered excitedly. "How have you been?! Where have you been?! I was so worried when you just disappeared!"
Clarke's eyes found their way to Lexa's for the briefest of instances, an action she was pretty sure Raven had caught, judging by her clenched fist. Or perhaps she was just pissed at Octavia for shoving her aside?
In any case, Clarke frantically grasped for something to tell her, only to be relieved of the burden by Octavia herself. The fae super model pulled back then and gave Clarke a once over.
"You've gotten lazy in your old age. Or at least your style has." Octavia tugged at her shirt making a face. "Is this from Sears?"
"Yes," she managed to get out before Octavia started rambling again.
"After this thing is done with, we have got to go on a major shopping spree together! I know this super cool, super chic place in Rome, they will actually-"
"Silence fool!" intoned the woman standing beside Lexa, who was now sitting in her throne with her legs crossed and her arms resting on two unnaturally placed tree branches.
Both Octavia and her brother bristled at that. Even from a distance she could see the wiry hairs on the back of Bellamy's neck stand on end, like the hackles of a dog. Or in his case, wolf.
"Excuse me!" exclaimed Octavia indignantly, with her hands on her hips, forcefully reminding Clarke of her ten year old self. "But do you know who I am?!"
"Your status is of no concern to me, girl," retorted the guard, and Clarke wondered why Lexa was letting her run her mouth and being disrespectful to the people she wanted help from.
Apparently the same thought crossed The Ash's mind for she raised a hand and said, "Em pleni!" And just to make sure she had everyone's undivided attention, she slammed the large wood ornately carved doors shut for good measure, making Octavia and Raven jump.
"I have brought you here tonight to help me stop the destruction of the colony," said Lexa in a quiet voice that carried over to them easily in the now deathly silence. "An hour ago, an elemental nymph began to go on a rampage. She is obliterating everything in her path. The Dark Fae have mostly fled, though a few of them have stuck around to assist the Light. Everyone else, fae and human alike, are being evacuated as we speak."
Things were starting to become clearer. "So that tornado..."
"...is the elemental nymph, yes," finished Lexa. "We cannot simply redirect her course like we would for the natural phenomenon. She is too old and powerful for that. With our combined abilities and strength however, I believe we may be able to get close enough to subdue her."
"Wait," said Octavia nervously, "you want us to go towards this thing?" She touched her blemish free face, as if thinking it might get damaged in the chaos and she might get horribly deformed. "Why can't we just talk to her? Ask her politely to stop?"
Clarke stifled a chuckle as she noticed both Raven and the guard roll their eyes.
"She is long past logical thought. Her mind snapped when she was unable to return home."
"Home?" echoed Clarke in confusion.
"Another dimension," explained Lexa with an eyebrow raise. Clarke felt incredibly stupid for needing that reminder, but not as stupid as O apparently.
"Well, then it's simple!" exclaimed Octavia desperately. "I can just open a portal and send her back!"
"Branwada," scoffed the guard in the same foreign tongue Lexa had just used, and the same one she had heard Lexa utter on more than one occasion when they were busy pleasuring each other.
"O, your ability is only temporary," muttered her brother in some embarrassment. "And even if it wasn't, you'd still have to be able to get to her first."
"Actually, I would like Miss Blake to open a portal right now," said Lexa.
Everyone's eyes snapped to her.
"You would?" said Octavia hopefully.
Lexa nodded slightly. "If we can contact another elemental nymph..."
"...then they can stop this one," finished Clarke with a an understanding smile. "And take her home."
And none of us will have to go near the swirling mass of death and destruction!
"How dare you interrupt The Ash!" snarled Indra. "No one is permitted to-"
"Shof op, Indra!" said Lexa in a visibly irritated manner.
Again absolute silence, except for the slight buzz of insects unseen. Lexa stood up and moved over to a small body of water nestled amongst a grove of fruit bearing trees. Without being prompted, the quartet likewise followed.
"Do any of you have previous experience with the crossing?" she asked. They all shook their heads. "That is unfortunate, but not something to be concerned about. Who among you will go?" Lexa said, eyes flitting between Bellamy and Raven and resting on Clarke's.
Anyone who wasn't a nymph would get transcendental sickness from the crossing. Bellamy was technically part water nymph, same as O, but those powers were dormant since he was male, making him for all intents and purposes, all wolf. She knew what he was like, that he would feel duty bound to offer himself up as medium, but for some reason she felt a sudden urge to prove herself.
So she stepped forward and said, "I will."
"Very well," Lexa said, still holding her gaze. And Clarke could swear she had seen the faintest of smiles pop up for a fraction of a second. Though she hadn't accomplished anything yet, she felt inordinately pleased with herself.
She turned to Raven, who was looking vaguely worried, and gave her a brief kiss and hug telling her everything would be okay. Somewhat reassured, Raven grunted her acknowledgment and let her go to face the unknown.
Dun dun duh!
It took me embarrassingly long to come up with what types of fae everyone should be. It took me surprisingly little time to find a perfect 1950's ballad though, so it kind of evened out. The song is called (surprise surprise) 'Could this be Magic.' And it's by the Dubs.
Finn is so gross. Lol, I love it. What say you?
Chubby faced baby Clarke makes me squee.
Octavia's priorities are on point.
I hope Raven gets to make something go boom later on. We'll see...
