The rain continues to pound the window of your room as you struggle to pull the blanket closer for warmth. You can tell by the clock that's on the nightstand that she's due back in another 10 minutes, but it feels like a lifetime as sick as you are. The phone rings in the other room, and you're sure it's your mom, but you can't bring yourself to get up to answer it. After a few minutes it stops ringing and the pounding it brought to your head slowly subsides. You hear a key turn in the lock and the front door quietly open and close. You can tell by how quiet she's being that she thinks you're asleep, but it's rather difficult to sleep when it's too cold without her. She comes into the room so quietly anyone else might not have noticed, but you do. She slips into the bed behind you and wraps her arm around your waist.
"Did you do it?" You ask, but you can't look at her. You already know the answer.
She buries her head in your hair and sighs, "Yeah. I should know by the end of the week." Her voice is muffled by your hair, but even so you can tell she's smiling.
"I wish I could be there with you."
"Clarke-"
"No Lexa," you cut her off, and turn in her arms so you're both face to face. "If I could be there-"
"But you can't. No matter what recruitment office you go to no one is going to take you. It's too much of a risk and you know it. Just drop it, okay?" Her words sting with truth, but there's a pleading in her voice, and the smallest trace of fear in her eyes that gives you the encouragement to nod your head, even though the both of you know it's not the end. Not for you. You fall asleep listening to the sound of rain wash over Brooklyn.
It doesn't even take until the end of the week for her to get her enlistment. Just three days and she's been assigned to the 107th. Two days after that and she's gone to the front lines, leaving you behind, what could be for good. You meet Dr. Jaha the night she deploys.