"Shop of!" snarled Lexa as she glared at Octavia, who quickly gulped back the rest of her laughter. Lexa strode up to her and casually wiped her hand down the front of Octavia's shirt, smirking at the stain she left behind.

She walked back to the table and then whirled around fixing them all with her cold stare. "So, you are going to find me a couch. Tonight." She smirked as their mouths fell open. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited.

"B-but we don't have any couches, Lexa. I mean Heda. We had a couple on the Ark, but they are gone now," protested Raven as she gestured around the small hut.

Abby gently grabbed Raven's arms and pushed them to her sides before she ended up hitting someone with her wide gesturing. She stepped up to Lexa and attempted to make her see reason with a soothing a voice. "Lexa, is this really necessary? I understand that you are upset, and rightfully so, but I don't think a couch will fix this. Perhaps you should just talk to Clarke."

"Talk to her? TALK TO HER?!" hissed the commander as she glared at Abby. She gritted her teeth, her jaws aching as she fought back the desire to simply start yelling at the three troublemakers. It was all their doing that she had been kicked out of her own bed.

"I TRIED talking to her, and I got kicked out of my own bed and furs. I'm supposed to sleep on a couch, but I do not have a couch, and since this is all your fault," she gestured to the three of them, "you are going to build me a couch. Now."

Octavia groaned. This was just getting worse. Clarke was being unreasonable and Heda was losing her damn mind. Why couldn't Raven just keep it in her pants? And really, Abby should have known better. She was the mature one for crap's sake! She should have locked the damn door, or at least not been leaving hickeys all over Raven in the mechanic's work hut.

"Ok. Ok. Everyone just remain calm. Raven, do you know how to build a couch?"

"Pretty sure I could figure it out, but why do I have to build the couch? This is because of you and your stupid high-fives. Clarke would have seen reason, but you went ahead and made it worse, Octavia! This is your fault!" yelled the mechanic as she stepped into Octavia's space, ignoring the warning flashes in dark eyes.

"My fault?! What the hell do you mean, my fault? I'm not the one banging Clarke's mom! Sorry, no disrespect, Abby."

Abby rolled her eyes. "Girls, stop. This isn't solving anything!" Abby pushed her way between them, gently placing a hand on her lover's stomach. "Raven, it will be fine. We can make a couch."

Raven sighed and ran her hands through her hair as she limped across the room to grab her pack. "Fine. But we need to go to my mechanic's hut."

"Good. We go now." Lexa gestured for the three of them to precede her out the door.

"Um, right. So, I should probably just leave you three to it and get back to my patrol. Yup, good luck with all of that." Octavia inched her way to the door, ready to make a mad dash out and back to the tree line.

"Octavia." She froze when she her name. She hadn't heard her name said so coldly in a very long time. Her stomach dropped. She was never going to high-five anyone ever again. As a matter of fact, maybe she should just cut her own stupid hand off. She turned back slowly and stood at attention in front of her Heda.

"Octavia," the girl tried not to shudder when she felt the silky voice run across her nerves like a finely honed steel blade.

"Octavia, it would be very unwise for you to try to leave. Very unwise."

"Yes, Heda. Of course, Heda." She gulped nervously. Not only was she never going to high-five anyone again, she was never going to just barge into a hut again. Nope. Not her. From now on, she would knock. Yes, that was a good plan. Always knock first. And while she was at it, maybe she would shout a warning that she was coming in and everyone had better be clothed. On second thought, that might not be wise. She didn't know how Indra would take that. Probably take it with a dagger at her throat. Yes, she would just knock. She nodded her head. She would knock loudly from now on.

Lexa gestured towards the door again, and all three turned and walked out ahead of her. She smiled at their backs. Pleased that her plan was working so well. She would soon have a couch to sleep on, and Clarke would be happy that she had worked so hard to fulfill her wishes. Perhaps so happy that she would allow her back in her bed, and wouldn't make her sleep on this couch thing. She sighed. She really needed a better explanation of what the couch was. Half-table, half-bench? It sounded uncomfortable. She sighed again and followed the three out and to the mechanic's hut.

Once they arrived, Raven lit some candles and pushed her jumbled wires and equipment off to the side clearing a work space on the table. She smirked slightly when she thought of what had almost happened here earlier with Abby. She glanced up and caught Lexa's eyes, trying not to blush at the raised eyebrow. Nothing ever got by that girl. Lexa knew exactly what she was thinking about.

"Ahem. Right, so a couch." Raven pulled some paper and charcoal out of her bag and set it on the table. She started sketching as Abby and Octavia leaned over her shoulders offering bits of advice on what the couch should look like.

Lexa sat down on an upturned box, momentarily content to let them do their work. Soon she would have a couch, and everything would be fixed. She ignored the bickering and after about an hour, the three finally fell silent.

"Yup, I think we've got it." The mechanic smiled as she set her charcoal down.

Lexa stood quickly and strode over to the table, grabbing the paper out of Raven's hand looking at the curious object. It looked like a bench only with a wider seat and a tall back. It appeared to have some type of padding. She handed the paper back to Raven.

"Good. Now build it."

"Riiiiight," drawled Octavia, "since Raven is actually the only one who can build anything, she should probably do it."

"Oh no, Octavia," smirked Abby, "we are going to need your help. You see we don't have all the materials here. We are going to need two benches and wood for the back. We are also going to need cushions or pillows."

"Not to mention some type of fabric to cover everything," replied Raven.

Octavia looked between the two smiling cohorts. Funny, she didn't realize that Abby's smile could be quite so malicious. She was a doctor for crap's sake. Do no harm, and all that shit!

"I see." She sighed, resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to be able to sit this one out. "Where exactly am I supposed to get all this stuff?" She gestured at the paper and then glanced around the hut, not seeing any benches or pillows.

Raven and Abby glanced at each other and then looked at Lexa. Lexa just smirked and nodded her head.

"Well, Octavia," and Raven smiled again, baring her teeth a little. "As you just pointed out, I will be the one mostly building the couch with Abby's help. That means you are going to have to go collect all these items." Raven smiled again as she handed the list to Octavia.

Octavia reluctantly took the list glancing down at it and sighed. This was just not her night. Fine. She would get all of the items on this list.

She huffed and nodded at Raven and Abby, "Fine. I will get everything." She turned and nodded at Lexa and then hurried out of the hut.

"One hour, O! You've got one hour," shouted Raven as she pretended to not notice the crude gesture Octavia made. She laughed quietly. Hopefully this would teach O to not barge in without knocking beforehand.

"Come on, Abby, let's clear some space."