Chapter 2 - Home

Growing stronger, the wind swept at Clarkes hair . Bound to usually cause her distress, the weather had no effect on the survivor. It purely added to the atmosphere, Clarke was completely mesmerised. After what seemed like an eternity of gazing at Lexa Clarke shook her head in frustration. She had let her guard down, and that's not something she can afford to do in the apocalypse. The group cautiously approached a barricaded fire station with guns gripped tightly in their palms. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS". Clarke exchanged looks with each of them indicating their response. "I'd do as the man says if I was you" Lexa joked, whenever she brought in survivors they always had exactly the same reaction "Come on out Anya they aren't budging" . Frozen in anticipation, the group watched as the woman appeared from behind the stations main entrance. Dressed in full body leather , her dusty blonde hair flowed perfectly down her shoulders, how Clarkes would if there wasn't an ever impending apocalypse smothering her beauty. "You have nothing to fear, we are a community and you are more than welcome, but first you must give your guns to Lincoln" she implied. A strong bodied dark skinned man walked towards the group with crate entitled 'weapons'. Clarke placed her pistol in, her instincts told her to trust Lexa and her intuition is rarely wrong. Raven and Octavia followed her actions with Bellamy eventually giving up his refusal and doing the same. He caught Octavia staring at Lincoln and rolled his eyes, he tried to be protective of his sister but her obsession with flirtation had become a regular event. Lexa introduced the group "This is Clarke, that's Bellamy, that's Raven and thats- sorry I've forgotten your name" Octavia continued to gaze into Lincolns eyes and whispered "Octavia". "I'm glad you were able to trust us, please come in".

Staying tightly packed, the survivors followed Anya into the building and marvelled at the disaster proof improvements to the infrastructure. Metal beams had been placed across the windows and barriers built behind the doors. This was about as safe as a base could get and Lexa noticed the relief on their faces. Clarke was finally able to relax, 5 weeks on the run was too much for the group and they deserved a well earned rest. She awoke to silence. Not once in the 6 months of terror had it been so peaceful and she felt all stress that had been lay upon her as a leader, released from her shoulders. After leaving her groups temporary room, she wandered down the hallway investigating their new home. There was no one around and she guessed they must all still be asleep. From there she spotted a bookshelf placed in the corner filled with a wide collection of novels. In the process of running her finger across the books she was startled by a soft voice from behind her. "To kill a mockingbird is my personal favourite but I'm sure there is a wide enough range to suit your tastes". Lexa had heard noises coming from outside her door and approached them only to find it was just Clarke. "I've never been a reader, I prefer drawing to writing" confessed Clarke "However, I can see why people enjoy books, everyone has their own method of escape". Touched by the comment, to Clarke's surprise, Lexa's lips broke a small smile. "I've always admired people with artistic talents, it's a skill I've never held myself" she proclaimed. Clarke returned a smile and scanned the taller girl in an attempt to analyse her. As her sight rose higher, she was caught by the girls glare. Their eyes met briefly, Lexa's pupils grew wide and Clarke felt her stomach flip at the intensity. In an attempt to reconcile the former mood Clarke awkwardly shuffled away from Lexa and began edging back to her room. "I'm glad you found me- i mean us, sorry, goodnight" she sputtered before entering the door to her sleeping group and going back to her bed. Lexa smirked and returned to her room, "Goodnight Clarke" she whispered to herself before falling asleep.