A/N: Alice S Jaxon, this one I wrote specifically for you :) Because you asked in your review for New Plan, so I hope you like it.

Standing in front of the stables, Octavia suddenly felt sick to her stomach as she looked up at the towering beast that was Lexa's horse.

Raven sniggered from behind her, Ontari's arm resting lightly across her shoulders as she taunted her friend, "Scared Octavia? Because if so, all you have to do is say."

Clarke sighed, leaning back against the fence that Lexa was sitting on, "Why do you insist on pulling these stupid stunts O?"

Grinning Lexa shook her head as Octavia opened her mouth hesitantly, "Because Raven dared you to is not an acceptable excuse for being an idiot."

As Octavia glared at her, Lincoln gently touched her arm, "Seriously Octavia, this is not a good idea. Heda? Please stop this?" He turned to Lexa pleadingly.

Lexa paused, considering just commanding Octavia to step away but after a moment she shook her head, "If she is hellbent on doing it then I won't stop her. Maybe it will teach her to be less reckless."

"Octavia?" Lincoln turned back to his girlfriend, a defeated look on his face now that Lexa had decided that she wouldn't step in.

Shrugging him off apologetically, she turned away and offered out the carrot that she was grasping tightly in her fingers out to the horse. Looking away and holding her breath as she waited to see what it would do.

They all leaned in, watching carefully as the beast sniffed at her hand before gently taking the vegetable in it's teeth and pulling firmly, biting it in two quickly.

Raven looked bored as Octavia let out a sigh of relief, but then the horse snapped it's teeth around her arm which she still hadn't pulled back yet.

Octavia cried out, trying to pull back unsuccessfully as Lexa jumped forwards from where she was sitting and placed her hands on her horses head, whispering to him soothingly and slipping her fingers into his mouth around Octavia's arm to press them against the roof of his mouth until he released his grip on the other girl.

Lincoln caught Octavia as she fell backwards, Clarke quickly moving to her and pulling up the sleeve so she could see the damage. The bruising was already spreading, an ugly purple color already covering the majority of her forearm.

"You were lucky that you had your jacket on." She said after a minute, "You'll be fine, but let's avoid doing that again."

"What did you really gain from that?" Lincoln asked in exasperation as she groaned and clutched her arm to her chest, nodding when Clarke ordered to come over to her room later that evening so she could check on it.

"It was the principle of the thing." Was the only thing she offered in explanation.