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Clarke jumped awake at AC/DC's Back In Black blasting on deck. She groaned and threw her arm on her face, trying to get used to the noise of enthusiastic screaming and heavy guitars, and finally turned around to an empty side of the bed. She sighed and got up, checked her watch, 6:32am and gathered her clothes.

When she stepped out on deck, she was barely quick enough to dodge a bucket that a tall blonde guy easily caught. Clarke raised her eyebrows at the scene in front of her; Two men loaded supplies on board, one seemed to be tightening screws of a something that Clarke hadn't noticed before and the remaining two men secured some buoys on the outside of the boat. It took a moment for her to spot Lexa but her heart skipped a beat when she saw the brunette, coiling a mooring rope with a cigarette between her lips, wearing washed out skinny jeans, a wool long sleeve and a flannel over it, the sleeves rolled up, showing off her tanned tattooed forearms.

One of her guys made a joke and she shook her head but grinned and then let her eyes wander around to check on the rest of her crew, until she spotted Clarke.

"Sorry about the noise", she half yelled, pointing at the old radio as she approached the blonde. "I didn't want to wake you when I got up but–" she laughed and raised her voice a bit more, "but it looks like my effort was useless in the end!"

Clarke nodded Okay and wrapped her arms around Lexa but instantly grimaced and let go of her again, "You stink!"

Lexa laughed and gestured around the boat, "Fish!" She quickly kissed the blonde's cheek and helped Miller lift another huge box on board.


It took them an hour to prepare the vessel, and now the crew was saying Goodbye to their friends and families. Clarke smiled, watching as the blonde man, Wick as she had learned, lifted a little girl up, and she smiled when Miller pulled his boyfriend in for a tight embrace.

Finally, Lexa ambled down the gangway, hands in her jeans' pockets, her lips forming a warm smile at the sight of her crew and their loved ones.

"Look at them!" She said when she reached Clarke. The blonde snuggled into Lexa's side, who gently laid an arm around her shoulder, and Clarke shook her head. "Don't you want this, too?"

Lexa smiled and kissed the woman's head, "Don't I have this already?"

Clarke felt her heartbeat speed up at Lexa's words when she realized that she had just admitted that she considered them to be... something. She knew how hard that was for Lexa, and she smiled at the thought that it had only taken her a few days to completely change the brunette's opinion on having a significant other onshore.

They stood like this for another long while, until Lexa shifted a little to pull Clarke to her chest and wrap her other arm around the blonde's shoulders as well.

"It's time." She whispered and felt Clarke bury her face into the crook of her neck. A moment passed that had Lexa patiently waiting for a response, and when it came, not in words but in the form of a silent sob, her heart broke.

She gently ran her fingers through the blonde mane for long minutes, until she slowly pulled away, cupping tear–stained cheeks. "Hey..." she placed a soft kiss on Clarke's lips, "it's okay. Please don't cry."

Lexa tucked her lips into a weak smile, trying to convince Clarke that it really was okay, but she could not deny the feelings of guilt and sadness mixed with a hint of anger, because this was exactly what she had been avoiding for years. She never wanted to hurt a person with the life she led, and now it was happening. To the breathtaking person that Clarke was, with her beautiful, beautiful soul.

She pulled her in for another tender kiss and then took a step backwards. "I have to go, Clarke."

Clarke snuffled and nodded, fighting a new wave of tears. Why is this so hard? She thought to herself. But she already knew the answer. She knew that this was what Lexa had been trying to protect her from, but she had willingly thrown herself to the wolves, and now she was the woman that Lexa had described. The woman that would wait for her to come home. The woman that would be alone for so long. The woman that worried about her, and she understood what Lexa had meant when she said that bonding with someone would be anything but fair to that person.

Clarke watched as Lexa waited for her crew to go on board, she watched as Lexa followed them. She watched as the brunette threw off the bow line and climbed up the ladder to the bridge, then pushed a few buttons and flipped some switches, and she watched as Lexa gently laid her right hand around one handle of the steering wheel.

She watched the vessel slowly leaving the harbor, making its way to the narrow, and she smiled when she remembered Lexa's words, You blow the horn and throw a wave to the lighthouse keeper's kid on Cape Spear, and just in that moment, she heard Lexa blow the horn and a blink released another tear but Clarke didn't notice.

She stood on the pier, waving, until the boat disappeared behind the horizon.

Clarke straightened her back and slowly moved her arm to wipe away the tears with her sleeve, preparing to turn around and walk off the dock, when a woman appeared next to her.

"It's hard to see them sail off, isn't it?" She turned her head and Clarke met her eye, unsure of what to answer and afraid she wouldn't be able to hold back the tears once she spoke, so she just nodded.

The woman smiled and nodded as well, and Clarke saw a hint of sadness in her eyes. She guessed her to be in her mid–fifties or maybe older, or maybe not. It was hard to tell because her appearance was one of a woman who was scarred by life.

"I'm Elora", she said friendly.

"Clarke."

"Does one of them belong to you?"

Clarke hesitated for a moment. Lexa did not belong to her, not like Lincoln belonged to Octavia, or like Miller belonged to his boyfriend. "I... somehow, I'd say."

The woman smiled again and nodded turning back to the sea, and when Clarke saw this familiar move, it hit her.