"It's time to go home now Clarke, you are physically fine and your parents and I agreed that the best option for you is to go home and recover from this ordeal than to do it here in the hospital."
Clarke looked at Jaha as she talked, nodding slowly. She uses her arms to push herself into a sitting position. It is harder than she originally thought, but she is used to feeling weak. When she tried to stand up she stumbled, but was steadied by both her father and Thelonious. Which caused her to freeze, her whole body tensed up. Quickly searching for comfort her eyes found Lexa's and with pleading eyes she begged her to understand. Lexa sensed her worry and immediately walked up to the blonde, steadying her by the waist and the two men let go. Leaning close to Clarke's ear she whispered:
"It's alright Clarke, I'm right here. You're okay." and the blonde in her arms calmed down, her shoulders sagging in relief.
Both Jake and Abby noticed their daughter's reaction to the brunette agent, but they said nothing as they watched Lexa help Clarke into the wheelchair that had been brought in a few minutes ago.
Lexa wheeled the blonde out of her hospital room, down the corridor to the elevator with the Chancellor and her husband in tow. Abby pressed the button to the ground level and they waited as the elevator began it's journey down the elevator shaft, all the while Lexa rubbed comforting circles on Clarke's shoulders. Once the door opened they took the private route to the back exit, where there were less journalists and photographers. Lexa pushed Clarke all the way up to the black SUV waiting for them. The Chancellor opened the door for them, Lexa helped Clarke into the backseat of the car and fastened her seat belt for her.
"Don't worry Clarke, you're safe now. You're going home." She whispered.
She began to loosen her grip on the blonde's hand but Clarke held on with a tight grip. Her sky blue eyes pleading for her to not let go.
"I'm sorry Clarke, but I have to go..."
Lexa slowly brought Clarke's right hand up to her lips and softly kissed the back of her hand.
"May we meet again."
"May we meet again" Clarke answered
Lexa closed the car door and took a few steps back. She watched as the black SUV carrying Clarke drove away. She stood there, completely still taking deep breaths. She didn't move until she could no longer see the car. When it disappeared out of her sight she released a deep sigh and walked back to the hospital to grab the rest of her stuff. The last few days had been exhausting and she longed for the comfort of her own bed. As she approached the doors she is bombarded with flashes and incoherent shouts. They were interrogating her as if she was some sort of Hollywood star, throwing all sorts of questions in her face.
"Was that Clarke Griffin?!"
"Did you play any part in the rescue of the 35 girls in Mount Weather?"
Lexa was momentarily blinded and stunned by all the flashes in her face, but her trained emotionless mask find it's place on her face. She then proceeded to push her way through the swarm of journalists. They followed her for a little while but were stopped by security guards from going any further. Lexa took a deep breath, finally being rid of those obnoxious reporters. She walked back to Clarke's former hospital room and grabbed her stuff from the corner of the room. She glanced one last time at the now empty be, that previously had held the blonde woman that refused to leave Lexa's mind.
Releasing yet another deep sigh she slowly walked out of the hospital room while at the same time taking out her phone from her jacket. Dialing Anya.
"Hello, Woods. How you doin'?"
"I'm exhausted, I just want to take a shower and jump into bed. You know what, I might just jump straight into bed. That's how tired I am. Probably won't even change out of these clothes."
"That's understandable. Well Lexa, did you want something or did you just call for a friendly chat. You've never done the latter so I'm assuming that it's the former. Am I right?"
"Yes, Ahn. You're right. I wonder if you could come and pick me up?"
"Sure, I'll come right away. You're still at the hospital right?"
"Yes."
"Alright I'll be there in 10."
"...how the fuck do we get over it?"
"Another good question, O. One which I don't have an answer to, yet."
"Raven serio.."
She's cut off by Clarke's hospital room opening. They watch as a blonde haired woman is wheeled out of her room in a wheelchair by a familiar looking brunette and following them are Clarke's parents.
"Oh my god, Clarke. It's Clarke." Raven whispered.
"I can't believe I'm actually seeing what I'm seeing."
"Me neither."
The pair stood still and saw them disappear down the stiff white hospital corridors.
"I'm pretty sure they're driving her home. We won't get anywhere near her this way." Octavia said.
"Well then, what are we waiting for. Let's go!"
Raven and Octavia ran down the hall and won the stairs they just a minute before had ran up. After two floors Octavia stops.
"Why did we take the stairs?"
"Because this way is faster, and also because the elevator is currently occupied by a familiar blonde and it would be pretty fucking awkward to just burst into her elevator, wouldn't it?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Good, now come on."
The brunette's proceeded to run all the lasting 4 floors down to the entrance, past the reception and to their cars.
Clarke's heart was going a mile a minute. She hasn't been in a car for over ten years, at least not while she was conscious. She was sitting in the backseat, behind her mother. Her father was driving and her mother sat in the passenger seat to his right. Nobody is saying anything, nobody dared to say anything. Her parents were afraid that the slightest noise would set of a panic attack. Clarke felt cold. It had nothing to do with the temperature in the car. But the familiar warmth that she had felt for the last couple of hours was gone.
The scene she found herself in felt familiar, but at the same time it felt completely different. Déjà vu struck her like crazy. This was the seat she usually sat in when they took car rides in when she was little. She liked to sit on the right side of the car because she had her mother in front of her and her father in clear sight. But also because on road trips there was no cars on that side, it was only forests and fields. She used to love long car rides, because she would just gaze at the scenery. Always taking in everything and then creating her little masterpieces, as her father called them. To say that a lot had changed was an understatement. But still she could not help but take in the outside. She had been inside the same building for ten years and had never been outside, not even once.
Even though she knew the people occupying the car with her, it still felt as is they were strangers. She didn't know how to act around them.
As the sights around her became more familiar she sees an old oak tree.
"Look Dad! I'm doing it!" An exited Clarke shouted. As she for the first time rode the bicycle without training wheels.
"I see you kiddo! You're doing so great!"
When Clarke came out of the flashback she heard the sound of their front gate opening. They drove slowly up the driveway all the way up to the house. Their white two-story house. It hadn't changed at all. It was still just the same as it had been before she disappeared. The grass just as short and green. Even her old swing was still there. The swing that she and her father had put there over 10 years ago.
She's overrun by emotions, and tears began to slowly make their way down her cheeks. She couldn't believe it, that after all these years. She was back.
