Lexa still remembered the she left as if it was yesterday. The dark, cloudy sky, the pouring rain and the look on her mother's face. Even though it pained her that they couldn't accept her for her, she didn't regret telling them who she was. Her mother started crying hysterically and her father was angry. He told her he should have drowned her when she was a baby. Luckily, Lexa's mother cared enough to convince him to cure the problem. A problem in their eyes at least. It only took a few days before they had arranged for her to go to a highly religious, private school in the United States.

She was fifteen at the time and now she was on her way back, six years later. Not to visit her parents, but her brother, Lincoln. Her kind and loving brother who didn't cut her off. He wrote her letters every month, telling her how he was doing and how things were on London. How her friends and the people from her school were doing. He was only a year older than she was so they had most of the same friends. Getting those letters made it a little easier being away from it all, and she hated her parents a little bit less. All that hatred came back the time she got a letter saying one of her best friends had killed herself. That was a bad time for Lexa. She couldn't help but think that if she had been there she could have done something. Maybe Costia would still be alive and ready to meet her when she arrived. She didn't even get to say goodbye. The last time they saw each other Lexa was only going home for dinner. No one knew that would be the last time. Lincoln didn't want to tell her why she did it, but he did say she left her a letter, one she could only get if she came back to get it. That's not the main reason she was going back though.

Lincoln was getting married and asked her to be his best man, or best woman in this case. Lexa had yet to meet his fiancée, but from what he had told her she seemed like a good person and sounded perfect for her brother.

It was a week until the wedding when Lexa was on the train, minutes away from the station. As she saw it approaching, she could feel the bile slowly rising. She didn't understand why she was so nervous. Even though she hadn't seen him in six years it was only her brother.

When she stepped out of the train she immediately saw him. He was standing by the entrance to the building with a short brunette. He looked a little different. A little taller and stronger, but his shaved head, brown eyes and crooked grin was still the same. They used to look a lot alike, and seeing him now reminded Lexa of when they were younger. People would often mistake them for twins, and more often than not they didn't bother to correct them.

Someone yelling her name brought her out of her tour down memory lane.

"Lexa!"

She shook the thoughts out of her head and saw a smiling Lincoln waving at her. She started walking towards him, and for the first time on her trip, she was truly excited.

"Hey little sis," he said when they finally reached each other, and she received a bone crushing hug.

It felt so good to be in his arms again. Lexa hadn't realised how much she missed him until that moment, and it brought tears to her eyes. When they pulled back she saw that he was crying too.

"God, I missed you. And you look great!" he said, and Lexa didn't think she had ever seen anyone smile as big as he was.

"Thank you, you too. You've actually grown in to a man," she said and the girls beside Lincoln let out a laugh.

"I'm sorry, this is Octavia," he gestured to the girl.

"Nice to finally meet you," Lexa stuck out her hand.

"You too," Octavia smiled and shook her hand.

Lincoln cleared his throat, "as great as this reunion is we do have to get going, because I think Octavia parked illegally, and I'm starving."

"At least take your sister's bags!" Octavia called after him when he started to walk away.

He immediately turned around and collected Lexa's bags.

When they got to the car Octavia had actually parked illegally, and they arrived just in time not to get a ticket. On the way back to Octavia and Lincoln's apartment Lexa was in the backseat, listening to them ramble to each other and watching the city pass by.

"Hey Lexa, you okay?" Lincoln looked at her through the mirror.

"Yeah, just thinking. It's been a long time you know."

"Yeah, I know. What are you thinking about?"

"The city. Mom and dad. I probably have to visit them, right?" Please say no.

"Yeah, probably. They're also coming to the wedding, you know. I'll be there though," he smiled. It's silent for a while until the inevitable question comes, "are you thinking about her?"

Lexa took a deep breath before answering, "of course I am. I don't think it would be possible for me to come back here without her popping into my mind."

"I thought so. I see her around town and she looks really good."

"I bet she does," Lexa said and they both smiled.

Lincoln was the only one who knew how much she meant to Lexa, except her. How much she loved her. They didn't talk about her in their letters, but he mentioned her in the first one. How tired she looked and how sad she was. He also mentioned that they talked about her sometimes. Lexa asked him not to tell her about her anymore, knowing it would be too hard.

"I still talk to her sometimes," he said, "and she still asks about you occasionally."

"She does?" Lexa askes, thinking she would have forgotten about her by now.

"Yeah. We go to a bar now and then to talk. I hope you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind," she said.

"That's good," he nodded. "Have you talked to Anya yet?"

"No, I was thinking of calling her later, maybe."

"She wants to have dinner tomorrow. You, me, O, her and Raven."

"They're still dating? I guess things are good then?"

"Yeah, they're very gross," Octavia answered.

Their conversation died out after that and they agreed to stop at a Burger King because Lincoln was so hungry he 'could literally feel himself getting skinnier'. Lexa decided to wait outside while they got the food, wanting to get a feel of the city again.

There wasn't much traffic and as she was looking around her heart nearly stopped when her eyes fell to the other side of the road. There she was. Almost right in front of her. Lexa couldn't help but stare as she changed the song on her iPod while waiting for the light to change. She watched her put it down and tilt her head up. In that moment, she saw her. Lexa could see the colour drain from her face, and it was like the world stopped around her. Their eyes met and Lexa felt as if she was fifteen again. All those feelings she had been bottling up for the last six years came rushing back and she couldn't do anything to stop it. Just as she was about to run away, Lincoln and Octavia came back out.

"Hey, what are you-," Lincoln started and followed her line of sight, "oh," he said and they both froze.

The light turned green just as he finished his sentence and she hesitated before walking towards them.

"I have to make a phone call," Lexa said before rushing towards the car, not looking back. The last thing she heard before entering the car was her brother greeting her.

It only took a few minutes before Lexa could see them approaching, Octavia shaking her head and Lincoln looking sheepish. What did he do?

They enter the car, but he doesn't start it and Lexa could feel herself getting worried.

"What? What happened?" she asked.

"Go on Lincoln. Tell her," Octavia said.

He sighed before talking, "I might have told Clarke you're coming to her party this weekend. And before you say anything, yes, I know you're not ready, but I don't know what happened. You know I've always had a weak spot for her. You don't even have to go."

"Oh my god, Lincoln!" Lexa said and fell back in her seat. It wasn't necessarily that she didn't want to see Clarke, it was more that she wasn't ready. She had just arrived in a city she hadn't been in for six years, literally getting kicked out the last time she was here. Now she saw the girlfriend she left behind and her stupid brother told her she was coming to her party. That she was hosting. At her house. Lexa was going to kill him.