AN: Trigedasleng is in italics. Translations at the end.

Back in America…

Clarke and Lexa stroll through the carnival holding hands and taking in the sights. They are dressed casually, both wearing jeans and hoodies to ward off the chill. Despite their apparent preoccupation with each other, Lexa still manages to note the undercover police officer 20 feet to their right, and Clarke notes the 3 possible exits she could reach in less than five seconds.

A vender approaches the couple, asking them if they want to play the sharp shooting game he is working. "Step right up if you think you have what it takes to hit the bulls eye! Ladies, either of you want to give it a go? Only five dollars!"

Clarke looks at Lexa. "Wanna try?"

Lexa replies with a "sure," giving Clarke a smile and leading her to the game. Looking at the gun hesitantly, she picks it up awkwardly.

"Here, let me show you how to hold it." Clarke says, stepping up behind Lexa and helping her position the butt of the rifle at her right shoulder while holding the stock in her left hand.

"Like this?" Lexa asks Clarke.

"Perfect." Clarke answers, grinning as she lowers her hands onto Lexa's hips.

"I think this was just an excuse for you to put your hands on me." Lexa says, as she purposely lets her left elbow bend to throw off her shot.

"Babe, I don't need an excuse to put my hands on you." Clarke quips back into Lexa's ear as Lexa begins to take her shots.

Smiling, Lexa shoots five times, missing all except one. Once she's done, she looks over her shoulder to find Clarke giggling at her. "Stop laughing at me!" Lexa says with an affronted smile on her face as she gently shoves Clarke.

Clarke continues to grin as she picks up her gun. "Watch and see how it's done. You have to aim." Clarke instructs her. Clarke proceeds to hit all the moving targets, except one. The smile falls from Lexa's face with each target Clarke hits.

"Sir, do we still get a prize?" Clarke asks the attendant. Seeing the stoic look on Lexa's face, Clarke puts her hand on Lexa's shoulder and shrugs off her success with a small smile, "just beginner's luck I guess, babe."

As the attendant hands Clarke a small stuffed lion, Lexa looks at Clarke with a determined expression, telling her, "I want to do it again."

Resigned to losing another five dollars, Clarke hands the attendant the cash. This time, Lexa picks up the gun confidently and quickly fires off five shots, hitting a target each time. As she lowers the gun, she allows a smirk to form on her face in satisfaction.

Clarke looks at her completely awed. "Where did you learn to shoot like that?" she asks Lexa, as the attendant hands Lexa a large stuffed raccoon.

Picking up her prize, Lexa innocently says, "beginner's luck."

Clarke simply smiles in disbelief, wraps her arm around Lexa's waist, and leads them into the crowd. "Shut up. Let's go eat some funnel cake."

"Hold up. You've only known her for six weeks!" Anya exclaims after Lexa dodges a jab headed towards her face.

"I'm in love. She's smart, beautiful, strong." Lexa punctuates each word with a hit aimed at Anya's face, each of which Anya blocks. "She's caring. She challenges me. She's special." Lexa emphasizes 'special' with a kick aimed at Anya's ribs.

Anya grabs Lexa's leg and flips her to the mat. Anya grapples with Lexa in an attempt to pin her, "Lexa, I'm happy for you, but after Costia, I don't want you to rush into anything. You're finally back to yourself, not just Heda. I don't want you to lose Leksa again; I don't want to lose you again."

"Anya…" Lexa begins, just as Anya succeeds in putting her in a headlock. Lexa grunts, and then manages to slip the hold. The fight continues, both women wrestling for control. When Lexa gains the upper hand, she states, "She's an artist, Anya. She's safe. No one is going to hurt her. She spends just as much of her time working as I do. It's perfect… I love her."

Anya looks up at Lexa, and as she flips Lexa to the mat again, she tells Lexa, "Hodnes laik kwelnes, Leksa."

A fire enters Lexa's eyes, and she proceeds to flip Anya once again, this time immobilizing her completely. Anya struggles for several minutes, then concedes defeat by tapping out. Lexa stands, holding out her hand to help her former mentor up. "Hodnes laik uf, Onya. Clarke taught me that."

"So, you don't think this is all happening a little fast?" Octavia yells to Clarke.

Clarke adjusts the rope tethering them to the cliff, 1000 feet above the ground, and then proceeds to continue her upward climb. "C'mon O, you practically moved in with Lincoln after two weeks."

"That was different!" she grunts as she struggles to reach a handhold just out of her reach.

"How?" Clarke retorts as she finds a good foothold and pushes herself upwards.

Before Octavia can respond, Raven interrupts. "What does she even do?"

"She's a lawyer. Works for a big firm downtown." Clarke replies, looking up to see that they are close to the top.

"A lawyer? A professional arguer with stubborn Clarke Griffin? I give it, 6 months, that's it." Raven says with a laugh.

"Bet you 100 dollars it ends in 4 months," Octavia yells over Clarke to Raven.

Clarke heaves herself over the edge and stands at the top of the cliff, waiting for the other two. As they pull themselves over the top and lay on the ground catching their breaths, Clarke looks down at them and says, "Hey guys, if you would take your heads out of your assholes, you would have actually noticed this." Holding up her left hand, Clarke displays a ring on her fourth finger. "She asked me to marry her last night." Clarke says with a big grin on her face.

"What?" Raven and Octavia both sit up and yell at the same time.

Smiling Clarke tells them, "First one down gets to be my maid-of-honor." She backs up and takes a running jump off the cliff. Raven and Octavia watch as, a few seconds later, her parachute deploys.

"I hate it when she does that." Raven says.

"Why can't she just climb down like a normal person? Fucking sky princess," Octavia shakes her head, gets up, and begins preparations for her and Raven's climb down, ensuring that there's a knot in Raven's rope that Raven will have to untangle later. There's no way in hell she's not going to be Clarke's maid-of-honor.

Heda: commander

Hodnes laik kwelnes: love is weakness

Hodnes laik uf: love is strength