When Lexa came back to the tent with some small size clothes, Clarke was pacing (or trying to pace) wearing her old grey T-shirt like a really large-way-to-long dress. At first, the commander had been worried. But Clarke was unharmed and… Oddly cute. Lexa might be in a dream but she liked that. The brunette was standing still in the entry of the tent, enjoying the view with a small smile on her lips.

Finally Clarke noticed her "Lexa ! You found clothes ?" the girl smiled wide and ran to Lexa's legs. Or tried. In the middle of the tent, she stepped on her T-shirt and fell, face on the ground. The commander, torn between delight and worry, ran to her side.

"Clarke ! Are you alright !?"

"Waaah Lexaaaaa" The commander was stunned by the scene in front of her : 5 years old Clarke kneeled on the ground, crying abundantly and rubbing her little fists on her eyes. "Lexa *sniff* why can't I *sniff* stop crying !" The little girl was sniffing and sobbing and you could literally see flowers emanating from the smiling commander.

Lexa hesitated a little before taking Clarke in her arms. She rubbed her back soothing her "Shhh Clarke, it's ok, you're safe" When the blonde wrapped her little arms around her, the commander's heart just stopped beating. Her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so wide. Clarke was cute, so cute, too cute. This dream was definitely one of the best she had ever made and she'd do all she can to make it last as long as she could. Finally, Clarke calmed down and stood sniffing. Then she did a thing that almost killed Lexa. The girl used the back of her little hand to wipe her nose and it was too much. The commander just wanted to pat her head and baby talk her and braid her hair and other parent/child activities. Then without thinking, she took a handkerchief out of her armour (from where, who knows) and helped Clarke to blow her nose.

"Lexa ! Stop smiling ! It's not funny !"

The brunette couldn't hold back a chuckle. Clarke giving orders with such high-pitched voice… TOO cute and funny "I'm sorry Clarke but you're really… cute like that"

"Give me these fucking clothes and get out while I change. And I hope you have a really good explanation to all of this mess" Clarke was pissed off. Lexa had never called her cute. Fierce, strong, caring, beautiful but never cute. She felt weak and wanted to prove that she was still able to dress on her own.

Lexa exited her tent, still smiling and her warriors wondered what happened for the commander to look so happy. A few minutes later, the brunette returned to her tent "Clarke, are you finished ?"

"Lexa come help me, I can't tie my laces"

The simple sentence made Lexa smile even wider (if it was possible) and her warriors started to be really worried "I'm here" The commander lifted a really frustrated Clarke from the ground and sat her on the bed "You're so tiny and light !"

"Yeah well I noticed that. Why are my hands so fucking clumsy damn it !"

It was weird to hear such a small girl swear like that. Lexa would point it out eventually but for the moment Clarke was pissed off enough like that. While tying her laces the commander couldn't help but smile at the cute little pouting thing in front of her.

Clarke sighed "Could you stop mocking me and start explaining what happened"

"You will never believe it"

The blonde raised her eyebrows "Seriously Lexa ? I would believe anything right now so if you have a crazy story to tell, please go ahead !"

"Well… After our fight I um…"

"Say it. I don't care what it is I just want to know what happened"

"Went to hunt and then I saw a boar and I killed it and heard a little voice from behind me. When I turned I saw nothing and I looked down and there, there was a fawn"

"You mean… The FAWN talked to you !?"

"Yes. And then it changed into a little girl"

"Lexa, you're high" said the blonde shaking her head.

"You said you would believe everything I say but if you don't want to listen to my explanation, go ahead and find one yourself" said the commander standing to sit on her throne.

Clarke sighed again, standing too "Ok I believe you. And next ?"

"Next she said she was the princess of the deer people and that I saved her life and she gave me the wooden box"

"The one I opened ?"

"Yes. She told me that it was a weapon. That if I threw it to my enemy I would win but not to open it myself. Then I came back, I put the box on the table and went to the lake. And when I came back again, I saw you disappear in a cloud of smoke and reappear as a five year old little girl"

Clarke put a hand on her forehead and one on her hip. She couldn't believe such a thing but… There was no better explanation. Maybe a chemical weird gas could do that but it wouldn't explain how Lexa had put a hand on it.

The commander was staring at the little blonde, pacing again and thinking. It was 'SO Clarke' but in a younger version. It made everything more cute and funny, like if a little girl was trying to act as an adult.

"Where did you find these clothes by the way ?"

"They are mine"

The blonde frowned "You're always carrying your old baby clothes with you ?"

"It is a tradition for the child of a commander to wear the said commander's clothes if possible so yes. In case I had a child when I'm not at home"

Clarke raised an eyebrow "In case you have a child ? Really ?"

"I am not the one choosing my people traditions Clarke. Plus, you and I are not officially engaged yet so they are still hoping for me to bear a child at some point"

"Now at least we're sure of one thing : you CAN'T marry me, a five years old girl"

Lexa thought "Technically it IS possible but…"

"Lexa, NO"

"Yes I figured that out"

Clarke approached and climbed on Lexa's lap, facing the brunette. "So if I understand correctly, I'm stuck in my five year old body, wearing your supposed future child's clothes that, once were yours, is that it ?"

"Yes I think it is"

"How are we going to fix that exactly ?"

"Maybe it's going to fix itself with time"

"What if it doesn't ?"

"Maybe your mother can help ?"

"I don't think so but it might be a good start. Do we tell our people that I am… Me ?"

"Let's… not say anything until we know what happened"

"I agree. But we should tell Indra, Nyko, Ryder and my friends. Maybe they can help researching information"

"I could send Indra and Ryder to Polis' library and ask Nyko to examine you"

"And I'll send Octavia to the Ark to search into our database helped with Ra-*yawn*-ven"

Lexa smiled again "Would you like… To take a nap maybe ?"

"Don't be ridiculous I don't *yawn* take naps. I'm too oA*yawn*Aold for that" answered the blonde with a weak voice, rubbing her fists on her tired eyes.

The commander's heart was fluttering again "You seem really tired. You should sleep"

Clarke adjusted her position on Lexa's lap, leaning her side on the brunette's torso "Maybe I'll *yawn* sleep a li-" and she fell asleep. The commander pulled the little blonde closer, resting her on her arm. Her other hand was gently playing with Clarke's tiny hands. Lexa was in heaven. Clarke was a strong girl, body and mind. At first when she landed on the earth she didn't know how to fight. But these past two months she managed to win against the commander almost a third of their fights (training fights but still). The brunette was proud of her but somehow sad. Soon she wouldn't be able to protect the blonde and it was both frustrating and sad. Now she felt the same than two years ago, strong and capable of protecting the girl from the wild world outside. She could be her protector again and she liked that.

"Heda are you here ?"

"Sha Indra, come in"