Sorry for the late late late update. I've been behind in school and am finally getting ahead. So, here's chapter 3 to this crazy journey and I hope you like it!

The moment the Clarke stopped searching Lexa's eyes was when she found herself staring at her lips. She glanced back to her eyes to see that Lexa was looking at her lips as well but for a different reason. Worry and concern filled her eyes as it brought Clarke back to reality. Octavia. With a sigh Clarke turned to see if Lincoln was within hearing distance while also removing her body from the brunettes. When she looked back at Lexa she was still leaning up against the wall with her eyes fixed on the ground.

"What is it then?" Lexa snapped narrowing her eyes up to Clarkes.

"She called me earlier during the day before her call with Lincoln. We had planned on eating breakfast together before I left for the hospital," Clarke paused realizing that she was nervous about something other than what Lexa was nervous about. With a small sigh her continued. "That was Raven. They have a surprise for Lincoln, but he can't see it yet. And Bellamy will be there."

Clarke searched the other girls face for any kind of emotion. However, Lexa just stared at her before replying, "Good." She pushed off the wall and walked past Clarke into the next room of the house leaving Clarke to stand alone. Lexa leaned around the corner trying to get the blonds attention. "Are you coming or just gonna stand like a statue while we look for clues?"

"Why? Did someone eat your potage to?" Clarke mocked.

"I'll find something else to eat." Lexa said backing up into the kitchen. Clarke slowly started to follow when she was cut off by Lincoln appearing between them.

"Stop. Now. Don't make this even more weird. I found nothing, and I've searched everywhere and now I can't leave you alone in my girlfriend's house."

"So, we leave," Clarke insisted as she turned and started walking outside. Within a second Lexa was walking right behind her to hide her blushing from Linc even though his gaze was now on her more than the new 'friend' she has made. Clarke walked her way to the driver's side door and got in behind the wheel and put her seat belt on waiting for the others. They both stopped.

"Lex, I don't even let O drive," his eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep and the stress he's had for the past few hours make her thing that driving would not be the best option for him.

"Then I'll drive," She said walking around to the door the tell the blond about the seating change. With a node she got out letting Lexa get in. Within the next few minutes of driving Lincoln had passed out in the back seat. The sound of his breathing gave the small vehicle the sound that both girls needed to sit in silence holding hands. "So, you're not interested?"

The question made Clarke look away from google maps to focus on the older woman driving. "What?"

"Earlier, when you basically pinned me against the wall before you said a bunch of stuff that lead to something you still haven't told me about."

Clarke took her time responding, "It's complicated yes but you can use bigger and more words Lexa. It's called vocabulary."

Lexa shot Clarke a look that has only been seen by few people. Lexa blushing. "I am very fluent in English and other languages so don't get on to me when I'm lazy and say something like 'y'all' or 'cool' rather than saying 'hey, you wonderful people that I love and care enough to talk about an important event in my life, come listen to this' and followed by 'and is it not just so very extraordinary?"

"I didn't think it was possible for someone so hot to be such a nerd."

"You think I'm hot?"

"Shut up and drive."

"Then talk."

"What?"

Lexa sighed as she looked at the radio to see that it was almost one in the morning. "It's already early and I worked a long shift with no rest. So, unless you want to wreck and die I suggest you keep me awake."

"Well I can think of a few ways to keep you awake." Clarke turns her attention out the window as she hears Lexa gasp and swerve a little. "But I think it's a little dark to play eye spy or try and count to red and blue cars." Clarke looks back to the beauty in the driver seat as she ponders what to say next.

"Octavia. -Our friend. She's missing. Let's talk about her."

"What do you want to know?" Clarke laughs as the redness returns to the brunet's face.

"Where and how did you meet?"

"Long story short. Through my ex."

Lexa shifted in her seat and waited for Clarkes response. And waited. And waited. "Clarke," she finally broke the silence. "If you don't want to talk about it it's fine. I'm sorry."

"No, I just needed a second," Her voice coming out shaky.

This made Lexa both say and mad for her to be upset but also angry for whoever made this beauty upset in the first place. "Okay." She managed to say to endure she would be here when she was ready to talk. "I mean it's not like I'm going anywhere." Lexa looked over at Clarkes face lighting up and laughing causing Lexa to laugh. She reached over and placed her and on Clarkes hand that was resting on her knee.

"You should let me buy you a drink sometime."

"Your leaving in less than twenty-four hours, Clarke."

"Well more like fifteen," Clarke said leaning in closer to Lexa without touching her. "Just say yes so I can have a reason to see you again."

"Only if you promise to tell me why you are sad."

"Lexa I'm not s-"

"Clarke." Lexa's voice made her shake as she realized that this girl was already her weakness. She finally found someone that she could feel close to again since Finn… But she never thought that within just a few hours of knowing she existed that she would fall so hard that if Lexa pulled into a courthouse and asked her to marry her that she probably would without a second thought.

"Say it again."

"Why are you sad?"

"No. My name."

A small smile stretched across Lexa's face as she realized that the blond wasn't listening to anything she said prior to calling her name. "Clarke." She said it almost as a whisper.

"Lexa." Clarke said as she now had the brunet's hand grasped in both hands. "Again."

"Griffin," Lexa let out a laugh as she heard the girl in the passenger seat gasp.

"Who told you my last name? You can't call me by that! It's no ugly."

"Mrs. Griffin. It's your parents name." Lexa said with a monotone voice. One that Clarke decided she never want to her Lexa use against her. "Be thankful you have that."

"Your parents?" Clarke looked worried as she focused on the woman who only moved to turn the wheel.

"Long story short. I have a few pictures of them that escaped the fire."

"Lexa. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. Their still alive. My mother is head of the Azgeda chairman and my father one of my generals in the trikru army."

"I'm sorry did you say 'your' army? Are you a chairman of Trikru? I've meet several members of the board of Skaikru but never anything higher."

Lexa chuckled and meet Clarkes gaze. "No Clarke, I am Heda." Her eyes shifted back to the road as she slowed down to take the turn.

"Heda," Clarke repeats the word as if something will return to her memory. "Heda. Heda as in Commander? Heda as in the spirits of the Commanders before you? As in the flame and as in-"

"Yes Clarke." Lexa's voice is almost as upsetting as the look on her face. She wishes Clarke would have reacted differently. Maybe impressed or just honored that she was with the Commander of the thirteen clans. Or that she was holding her hand. No. She wasn't holding her hand. In fact Clarke had moved Lexa's hand off her lap and away from her as she placed her own folded up in her lap. Wishing she could find a sign that proved Lexa wrong. Wrong that Clarke wasn't afraid. Or worried that what she had done or said during the last few hours had made what could have been only a dream for her. But no matter how long she could sit there and stare at her she had to look at the road and she had to give her space.

Several minutes passed and they were almost close to Bellamy's house. They were pulling into the driveway before Clarke could look at Lexa again and another second to ask Heda what was bothering her.

"To be Commander is to be alone. Correct?