A/N: Um, surprise? :)

Clarke has been trying to fall asleep for over an hour now, but all she managed in that time was turning around in her bed again and again, trying to lie on her left side, on her right side, on her back and on her stomach. She couldn't seem to find any sleep though. Staring into the darkness in the room and listening to the soft and deep breathes that Raven took in the bed next to her, she felt restless. She looked at her phone on that bedside cabinet next to her checking the time. It had been over an hour of lying in bed since they turned off the light.

She groaned, as she finally got up.

She didn't turn on a light, but tried to find her way to the bathroom without running into anything.

Inside the bathroom she pulled a pair of jeans on that sat way too tight on her hip, but she couldn't really bring herself to care. Her other clothes were still inside her suitcase in the bedroom and to get to them, she'd have to stumble around in the dark bedroom without waking Raven up.

Clarke splashed some water into her face trying to brush off the zombie look she was currently sporting on her face.

Still uncertain as to what exactly she was doing or where she was headed, Clarke left the hotel room softly pulling the door closed behind her. Not surprisingly the hallway was empty, and Clarke tried to make no noise as walked towards the elevators. She knew that the rooms adjacent to Raven and hers were occupied by some of her team mates and she didn't mean to wake any of them. Or for anybody to see her wandering around the hotel at night.

Calling the elevator, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes for a moment.

Everything still felt so unreal, like it was all a dream or happening to somebody else. The elevator doors opened and she swiftly moved inside, pressing a button and leaning against the wall again. This had always been her dream. Ever since she started playing, she had wanted to be here. Well, not specifically here - in a decadent hotel in some provincial Swedish city in the middle of the night, but rather here, as in a player for the national team. It had been a long and hard fight, endless hours spent on trying to be better, trying to be good enough. Losing friends, losing a girlfriend, losing hope not just once, but too often to count, but now she had made it.

A computer generated voice announced her arrival on the ground floor, as the doors opened. Clarke stepped outside and immediately felt the change of the atmosphere. The lobby was still populated, crowded even. Small groups of people sat on the couches in the large and open room and were talking and laughing.

There was a live band playing relaxing jazz music inside the hotel bar, that was only separated by a glass front from the lobby. Clarke moved towards the source of the music, watching the trio on stage playing their instruments full of fervour. For a moment she pondered going inside and sitting down, but the thought vanished as quickly as it came. Even after today she was still on a tight leash. The coach was satisfied with her performance on the field, but she knew he didn't like her attitude. She couldn't risk word getting back to him that she spent her night in the bar of the hotel. God only knew how he would take that.

Just as she was about to turn around, she spotted a familiar face inside.

The bar was darkened and she would never have been able to identify the girl if she had been sitting down, but Tris was just getting back to her table walking around the bar on shaky feet. She was greeted by a guy how gave her a short hug, his hands lowering down on her back.

Her eyes nearly popped out her her head, when he turned around and Clarke realized exactly how it was. Disgusting sleaze bag John fucking Murphy. She remembered the scene between him and Lexa before the game and before she could start to think she was already moving inside the bar.

They just sat down again, as Clarke arrived at the table.

"Murphy," she greeted him, as she came to a stop. His eyes snapped up and widened for a moment, before he smirked. He seemed to move even closer to Tris. Far too close for Clarke's liking.

"Clarke, what a surprise to see you here. Great game, we are all so proud of you," he said without conviction. "But shouldn't you be a good girl and get some well-deserved rest? Didn't expect to see you here so late."

"I bet," Clarke grimaced as she noticed his hand on the younger girl's thigh. Tris was grabbing the edge of the table so hard, that her knuckles turned white under the pressure, while her other hand was drawing circles on the cocktail glass in front of her.

Her cheeks were bright red, her eyes glazed and

"You're heeeer," Tris whispered and giggled loudly. She moved her hand from the glass abruptly in Clarke's direction and nearly knocked the glass down in the process. Murphy quickly steadied the glass and grinned at the young girl.

Clarke blinked unsure what to make of the statement.

"You're Tris, right?" Clarke asked and the girl nodded. "My name's Clarke. I play with your sister."

Tris laughed haughtingly. "I know, stupid."

Clarke smiled at her, once again noticing how unfocused her eyes were. Fuming she turned to Murphy. Clarke knew it wasn't her place; she didn't even know the young girl, but still- she couldn't just not say anything.

"Murphy, I swear to God if you slipped anything into her drink or-"

"Hey, it's not my fault she can't hold her liquor, sweetheart," he just explained and causally moved his hand over Tris' shoulder and pulled her into him.

Clarke bit her lip.

She wanted nothing more to just punch him in his arrogant and disgusting face.

"Get your hands off her, Murphy."

"No need to be jealous, sweetheart. I can share, you know?" he grinned.

"You're a fucking creep, Murphy," she said, but he just smirked and tightened his hold on Tris, who seemed to have a hard time following their conversation. "Hey Tris, it's already late, how about I take you to your room, so you can get some sleep, huh?"

"You can stay with me, if you want," Murphy offered.

"I think, I think," she started unsure and Clarke held her breath, because if she said she wanted to go with Murphy there really was nothing she could do. They were virtually strangers after all. "I think I just wanna go to sleep."

Murphy clicked his tongue as he got up.

"What a shame, Tris, but maybe another time," he smirked and held her hand up to plant a kiss on the back of her hand.

When he was standing, Clarke took a step back to allow him to walk away, but it seemed like he had other ideas. Instead of disappearing, he walked up to Clarke and leaned close enough that she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Way to go, Griffin," he whispered, "Didn't think you had it in you. Have fun with her, dyke, the little girl wasn't my type anyway."

"You're a bastard."

"Takes one to know one, doesn't it?"

Clarke was shaking with tacit fury, as he turned on his heels and walked away. Presumably to find somebody else to coerce into his bed. Fucking prick. Taking a deep breath she turned back to Tris, who was staring at her with wide eyes.

"Are you alright?" Clarke asked worried.

She nodded slowly.

"Why was John so angry?" Tris asked with a shaking voice. "Did I do anything to-"

"No, no, you did nothing wrong. Nothing at all. He was just tired. Do you think you can manage to walk?" Tris nodded again. "Alright, come on, I'm taking you to your room."

Clarke held a hand out for the girl to take. Tris leaned against her and Clarke slung an arm around her waist to steady her. She looked like her knees were about to buckle any second. She blinked at Clarke through clouded eyes.

"You're heeer," she whispered again like the words would mean anything to Clarke, who just smiled softly and steadied her grip on Tris as she helped her set one foot in front of the other. Clarke was acutely aware that multiple pairs of eyes were watching them and only hoped that none of the people inside the bar recognized her.

"Hej, wait!" a voice shouted after her.

Surprised by the unfamiliar voice, she halted and turned around. A waiter came running after them and pointed at Tris, who was barely hanging on to Clarke. "She didn't pay for her drinks."

Clarke silently cursed Murphy for not even having the decency to pay for the drinks.

"Room 208, Clarke Griffin, put it on my tab."

He quickly scribbled down the number and her name on the notepad in front of him, before he gave it to her for her signature. With one hand Clarke scribbled her name on the designated spot.

"Thank you, Miss Griffin, and have a great night."

Clarke tried to return his smile, but wavered as Tris nearly lost her balance. She strengthened her grip on the girl and pulled her closer into her body.

Clarke somehow managed to get Tris into the elevator.

"Hey," Clarke tried to catch the younger girl's attention, "what room are you living in?"

"I, um," Tris stammered, before she reached for the back pocket of her jeans. She seemed surprised, when she didn't find what she was looking for. "My key card, I put it in my pocket, where is it?"

Even after minutes of searching every pocket and every place the key card could be hidden, she came up empty. When Tris put her hand into her bra, Clarke quickly turned away. But it was gone. Tris looked close to tears.

"Lexa is going to kill me," she repeated again and again, as she leaned against the elevator door that had closed after some time. She blinked furiously. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... I'm not- I don't... Clarke? I think I'm going to be sick."

Tris looked white like a sheet, her body slumped and her eyes barely open, as she put a hand to her mouth and tried not to breathe.

"Hey, don't worry. We'll figure something out, alright? How about you come with me and take my bed tonight, while I take the sofa. Let's get you to a bathroom first though."

"Ok."

"What's going on, Clarke?" Raven blinked against the sudden brightness. She shoot up and ran a hand through her hair while trying to comprehend what was going on.

"I'll explain later," Clarke just said, when she helped Tris to the bathroom. Not a second to late, Tris reached the toilet and emptied the content of her stomach into the toilet. Clarke kneeled down next to her and held her hair back and drew soothing circles on her back.

Raven was wearing nothing but shorts and a top, when she entered the bathroom. She was blinking at them with tired eyes, which widened, when she realized what was going on.

"That's Tris Woods," she said after a moment.

"Yes, so?"

"Lexa's baby sister."

"I know that, Raven."

"She's going to kill you."

"I know."

"Clarke... why is she- what did you do to her?"

"Me? I didn't do anything. For fuck's sake, Raven, do you really think I'd do anything to- I found her with Murphy of all the people, he is the one that got her drunk, that fucking asshole."

"I- ok, but why is she here? Where were you? Last time I checked, you were lying in the bed next to me and now this?"

Her hands moved in the air between them trying to make sense of what she saw.

"I couldn't sleep," was all Clarke said. Tris looked miserable. She was shivering and looked like she was about to pass out, her face pale as a ghost. "Raven, can you please get her a blanket, or a towel to warm her up?"

Raven just stared at them.

"Raven! Please."

"I, yes, of course," she quickly said shaking her head. "Just a second."

She came back with a blanket and handed it to Clarke, who slung it around Tris' small body and held it it place with an arm around her. Raven uselessly sat down behind them, not really sure what to do, but apparently not planning on leaving them alone either. She kept quiet, seemingly content with watching them.

Half an hour later, Tris had stopped throwing up, her body to weak to move even an inch. She leaned into Clarke, who ran her hand through the younger girls hair and tried to ignore the vile stench. When she was sure, that Tris wasn't going to throw up again, she helped her up and moved her towards the shower.

Raven finally found her voice again.

"Are you going to-" she started to ask appalled.

"She needs to shower and I don't really think she can do it on her own right now."

"But Clarke, you can't, I don't think that's... I mean honestly, she's-"

"Just get me some clothes for her, alright? I know what I'm doing, ok? I work at a fucking hospital, for fucks sake. I've helped people shower before."

"I- Ok, I'll just go."

"Hey sweetie," Clarke said as she readjusted her hold on Tris and brushed the younger girls hair back with her other hand. "You are doing so good. Just a quick shower, and then you can rest, ok? Think you can manage that?"

Tris gave her a weak nod.

Clarke started to help Tris take off her clothes without hesitation. She had done this a million times before, she wasn't lying when she told Raven that. When she started working, she spent most of her days assisting the patients in the bathroom and doing all the work her supervisor didn't want to do herself. She nearly broke her back once, hoisting a patient into the shower.

"Come on, give me your hands, sweetie."

Clarke picked up the bottle of body wash from the small shelf to her right, opened it and put some of the foam into Tris' hands. She held Tris steady, while the girl washed herself slowly. They washed her hair, and she noticed how Tris was regaining some colour and her movements became more calculated.

Raven had dumped the clothes on the floor without stepping inside, not daring to glance at the naked girl in her shower.

Clarke picked them up, realizing that it were Raven's clothes and not hers. Moving back to Tris, who was clinging to the towel Clarke had given her to dry herself, she sat down on the edge of the shower tub.

"You're doing great, sweetheart. Lift our arms up for me, so I can help you into the shirt, alright?"

Tris hoisted her arms up, staring into nothingness. Her head was slumped forward, and Clarke softly held it up to manoeuvre her head through the small hole. Tris was breathing hard and leaned against the side of the tub, when Clarke had finally managed to put the shirt on.

"She died today."

Tris words were barely more than a whisper, but once they registered, Clarke halted in her movements and stared at the younger girl. Tris didn't look at her and her eyes were closed.

"I don't think I- who died?"

"My mom, she- she..." Tris' body started shaking and Clarke tried to hold her steady. "It was me, it was my fault, I- she... I miss her so much."

Her body quivered, and she started sobbing. Clarke put a reassuring hand on her back, and Tris leaned into her touch. They stayed like that for a long while, neither saying a word. Clarke held her till she had no more tears left to cry.

When Clarke helped Tris get into her bed later, she felt like she was about to pass out from the exhaustion of the day. She wanted nothing more than fall asleep and not wake up until the sun would go down the next day.

Clarke brushed a few strands of hair out of the younger girl's face, before she tucked her in.

"Try to get some sleep. You'll feel better by tomorrow."

Tris didn't answer, she just mumbled some inconceivable words, before turning on to her side and snuggling into the blanket. Clarke sighed deeply and turned around. Raven was watching them from her own bed, she was looking at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"What?"

"Please tell me you're not into her."

"Into her? God, Raven get your mind out of the gutter. I'm actually quite capable of being friends with a woman without being attracted to her. Besides, have you taken a look at her, she's nothing more than a kid."

"So?"

"I'm not into her, alright? She was in trouble and I helped her. That's it. I'm gonna get some sleep now."

"You are, huh? And where if I may ask?" Clarke blinked. Right, her bed was taken. "Hm? What's your plan, princess? Are you gonna spoon Lexa's little sister?"

"Shut up, Raven. It's been a long fucking day, I'll just sleep on the couch. No big deal."

"Without a blanket?"

"There are some spares in the wardrobe."

Clarke walked up to the wardrobe and Found a woolen blanket inside. Proudly she showed it to her team mate. Raven didn't seem very impressed.

"Come on, hop in." Raven held her blanket up and motioned for Clarke to lay down next to her. "I won't let you sleep on there. The bed's big enough for the both of us."

"So, you want me to spoon you, Reyes?"

Raven only shrugged, but when she spoke next her words betrayed her vulnerability.

"I don't want to be alone," Raven whispered, when Clarke crawled into bed next to her.