A/N: So, second chapter…

But first of all I wanted to talk to you guys.

How do you feel about Lexa's death and all the Clexa stuff? I really feel like kind of… betrayed? I don't know. All the gay couples I like are desappearing of TV shows (The 100, most recently) and I know sometimes it's not because of the writers or creators, but I really feel like we are always the ones who get the worst part since gay couples appeared for the first time on TV. When are we going to get a couple (female-female couple) living happy together ever after? When is it going to be normal to have a happy gay couple on a TV show?

Anyway… Let's have some Clexa time! (I apologize for the possible mistakes)

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"So… Last night you were in the middle of a mafia fight-" Raven asks, quirking a brow.

"Yes."

"And the boss of one of the groups saved you-"

"Aha."

"And she knew your name, but you didn't know her."

"Right." I nod.

"Are you sure you weren't that drunk?"

"I wasn't that drunk! I'm pretty sure I saw the girl and the dead body and the other boss."

"Maybe it's just part of your imagination. You said that her eyes were exactly like the ones of the girl of your dream."

"That's the weirdest thing. It's like we knew each other, but I actually don't!"

Raven huffs. I know she's trying to understand me, she's trying hard, but I know that that girl named Lexa wasn't a drunk dream I had. Neither was the shooting.

"So… Why would she risk her men just to save you?" She asks again, standing up from my couch where we have been sitting the whole Sunday morning. She goes to the kitchen and refills her mug with hot coffee. I wait until she is back on the couch to answer, but nothing logical comes out.

"I don't know, there's no explanation." She gives that knowing look. "BUT I know I will find out."

"How? By going to the 'Mafia registration center', where all the mobsters are registered with their ID numbers included? Yeah, good idea. Do you have a picture too? Might be helpful." She mocks.

"C'mon Raven. You are NOT being helpful."

"Because it doesn't make sense. You came by your own here and texted me so I could know that you were at home after being in a mob fight, when the whole time I was actually thinking you were in the toilet, passed out." She settles her mug on the coffee table and looks at me. "Excuse me if I act like I don't buy the whole story."

I sigh, knowing that this conversation isn't going anywhere. "Yeah, I should forget about it." I look away from her, fixing my eyes on the window. "You know, just keep on with my boring life." I mumble.

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Monday again. Rainy again. I don't know why, but as long as I remember, it's been raining in this city since that car crush. It's like the city is crying the whole time, crying for the ones we lost. It was a huge accident, definitely, but nobody seems to remember. I guess it's because nobody lost anything but me. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. It's time to go to work, so I put my coat on and take my umbrella. I start walking through the streets and no longer after, someone grabs my arm and drags me into a car, making me leave my umbrella behind. I have no time to say a word before the car is on the run. I look, confused, around me and I spot two guys that look familiar.

"Hey! Where are we going?!" Nobody replies. "Why am I in this car?" Still no answers. I try to open the door, but it's locked. "WHAT DO YOU WAN-" I can't finish my sentece because the car suddenly stops and my head bangs into the front seat. Then I hear two shots and the door opens almost immediately. I feel dizy, but I can see a blurry person getting me out of the car. "Who… are you?" I can not hear anything although I can see that person's lips move. And then, everything becomes black.

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I come into my senses slowly. First, I notice the feeling beneath me, soft and warm. Then, the smell, that I don't recognize at all. And then, the blindly light filling the room. "What the fuck…" I try to stand on my elbows, but when I move, my head hurts a lot and my hand lands on my forehead, noticing that I have a gash. After several minutes wondering how I got it and why I'm in this room sleeping, it comes to my mind clearly. "Oh my God… Am I kidnapped? Really?" I huff. "When I wished an exciting life I didn't mean I wanted to play the survival level of life."

All of a sudden, my heart skips a beat when I hear someone coming closer and I get out of bed and hide under it, praying that that person doesn't get in the room. But, again, life seems to be having fun of me and the door is opened by, what I guess, a woman. I try to stay still as that woman wonders around the room. It's like she doesn't even know that I was supposed to be in the room.

"Get out, Clarke." Or she does and she knows I'm still here. Although, I stay under the bed, begging to whoever is up there to save me. Suddenly, a pair of light blue eyes appear infront of me and I gasp. "I don't want to play hide and seek right now, come on."

"Lexa?" I ask, stunned. She smiles lightly and steps aside, so I can get out. "Why? What am I doing here?"

"You were kidnapped" She states.

"I know. By you." I answer deadpanned.

"No. By Cage. I saved you."

I roll my eyes. "By hitting me on the head?"

"You were bleeding before I got you out of the car."

"Who is Cage and why does he want me?"

She seems to take a minute to elaborate the answer, closing her eyes, and then she looked at me. "He thinks you know me, but clearly, you don't."

"You do know me, though."

"Yes, I do. And you did know me in the past, but you don't seem to remember." She says slightly saddened. I look at her as she walks towards the door. "You can go downstairs, but please, stay in the house until I say you can go. I don't want you to get hurt anymore."

I scoot closer to her, following her around the place. "You know I have a life to live, right? I just can't stay here because you want me to."

She turns around and faces me, making me to step back. "You are going to stay here as long as I want."

"At least tell me why do you know me." I whisper loud enough for her to hear me.

"I'm not going to tell you anything." She starts to walk again. "If you want to know that, you should start remember."

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It's been a day since I'm here. I've been occupying my time by talking to my now roomates and exploring the house. It looks like a reformed old mansion, with wood floor and huge windows. There's a yard on the back and a lovely terrace. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm being detained, this place would be like paradise. I go downstairs to have something for breakfast and I enter the dinning room, where Lexa is having coffee as she watchs the news.

"Good morning guys." I greet.

"Hey, how did you sleep?" Lincoln, one of Lexa's men, answers back.

"Better. My head is no longer hurting and I'm getting used to see Nyko in a smock." I joke as I see the man bringing some toasts and coffee.

"Very funny, Clarke, but I really don't look that bad." He smiles.

I get a seat next to Lexa as the guys keep joking and bugging each other. "You don't talk to me now?"

"I was focused on the news. Good morning." She forces a smile.

"Look, you've been upset with me this whole time and I don't know why. Would you please talk to me?"

"I'm not upset with you. I'm not upset at all. I'm just not a morning person, that's all."

"You liar." I say annoyed, getting the attention of the rest of the people in the room.

Lexa seems to be aware of it and getures them to get out. "Leave us alone." Once the last person leaves the room, she turns to face me and frowns. "Why would you care about what I feel since you don't know me at all?"

"That's it, right? You're upset with me because I can't remember anything about you."

"How would you feel if the person you care about doesn't know you at all? What if that person didn't know you existed this whole ti-"

"Commander." We are interrupted by one of Lexa's men. She gestures him to come in and the guy scoots closer to her, whispering her something. She nods and gestures him to leave.

"Clarke, you can go home. Lincoln will escort you to your place." She states.

"What? Why?" I ask surprised.

"We took care of the problem you had with Cage. He souldn't be a pain in your ass anymore."

"But I want us to talk." I insist, ignoring what she just said.

"That can wait. This is not your place Clarke. We are bad people, we kill, we torture. You can't stay here." She stands up. "Lincoln! Get Clarke to her place, please. Make sure everyhing is okay."

"Yes, ma'am." He complies and he looks at me, waiting.

"This is not over, Lexa." I threat before leaving the room, with Lincoln walking behind me.

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"It's clear." Lincoln says as he lets me in. "Be safe, Clarke. The commander really cares about you."

I let out a sarcastic laugh as I join Lincoln at the door. "Thanks Lincoln. See you."

"See you, Clarke." He says before I close the door. I sigh as I walk to the couch and sink on it. I'm about to call my friend when the doorbell rings. I ignore it, fearing whoever is in the other side of the door. The doorbell rings again and suddenly, the door opens without any resistance.

"Clarke?"

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A/N: Anddddd that's all! Did you like it? Why Clarke can't remember Lexa? It's like something happened between them.

Well, if you stick with me, you'll find out.