"Lexa my phone stopped working yesterday. I didn't notice until I tried to call Bellamy and check on the kids."

A bolder would've felt lighter than whatever found its way into Lexa's stomach at Clarke's words. "Then who the fuck was I texting?"

Confusion churned alongside the still burning anger deep within Lexa's chest. If not Clarke, then who? The answer was obvious after dealing with ramifications of the vandalism applied to her truck. She had been wrapped up in what she had lost, not potentially on why she had lost it. She had been played. Collins had questioned her as Clarke, then tainted one of the only things she cared about with harsh words and spray paint.

"That son of a bitch."

Lexa filled Clarke in on her shitty day as she flipped her hat around backwards.

Clarke sat quietly across from her at the small table they shared at the back of the bar. Anya and Lincoln were off again tonight which was another reason Lexa came here. Lexa had not wanted questions when she elected to have a few drinks then go to bed. Before, she had wanted nothing more than for this stretch of crummy events to end, now she was just glad Clarke was here with her and safe.

"I didn't think he was capable of acting this way," Clarke said sadly. "I've known him forever." Anger dripped from her words when she exclaimed, "I left that unbalanced man child with my babies!"

"What are you going to do?" Lexa's mind was racing. She tried thinking of anything and everything that the blonde could need and how much she could give her. "I have an extra phone at my house. It's nothing special, but it wouldn't take long to get it working."

Clarke reached out and stopped Lexa from repeatedly twirling her lighter. The habit was annoying to most she knew, including herself. Tucked loosely between thumb and middle finger, one good spin would set a lighter spinning; Lexa didn't know when she started, but she assumed it was due to a lighter being in or near her hand for the last five, six years. She hadn't realized she had started as she explained the current state of her truck, progressively getting faster as thoughts competed for dominance of Lexa's attention. "Lex, everything is fine. This isn't your problem to fix."

"It may not be mine to fix, but," Lexa smiled her lopsided smile. "It was my poor truck after all that caught the brunt of his anger."

"We need to go back to the police station and tell them about the text messages. I don't know if they can do anything, but I'll have my babies back in a few days. I will not have him pulling this shit when they are around."

Lexa loved when Clarke's 'mama bear' came out to play. It was very attractive when her fierce eyes took on that dangerous glint. She was the human equivalent to a wolf with hackles raised.

"Why don't we run down there now? Get it out of the way so we can scavenge for food before it gets too extremely late." Now that she had spoken to Clarke, she felt ravenous. Lexa bottled her emotions. It was the way things had always been for her. It was never easy or comfortable to let someone inside her head.

"Are you asking me on a date, Black?" Clarke looked at her with both eyebrows raised. "My drama doesn't scare you off?"

"I'm scared of you undoubtedly, but not because of Finn or drama." Lexa smiled to take the sting out of her words and to let Clarke know she was joking. "That overbearing mother thing you got going on is pretty terrifying. What are you doing here anyway?" Lexa gestured to the bar around them.

"I wanted to thank you for the flowers. It has been a long time since someone took the time to get me something as normal as flowers."

Lexa mumbled a 'your welcome' and they both stood blushing and gathered their things. "Would you mind driving us? Normally I would insist, but I don't want to drive my truck and have been drinking. Not a lot, but we are going to the police station. I'd rather not tempt fate."

Clarke laughed and agreed, "Maybe we can identify Finn in the footage while we are there."

Whoever it was in the footage was smart enough to disguise themselves enough to not be recognized. The two spent spent almost an hour going over only a few minutes of footage. The police had decided to spread the word to the public about the vandalism on the news the following day, and Lexa had offered a $200 reward for any information leading to an arrest pertaining to her truck.

After the police station, the two went to eat at a local dinner. It was a decent sized place complete with greasy floors and a ever-present smell of fried potatoes. They served excellent food, and it was a favorite for the hospital staff due to the twenty four hour operating schedule. Lexa herself had been sent her to get food for an entire floor. She had left with four bags and had to make another trip to get the accompanying drinks.

"I really am sorry about your truck," Clarke started to say after the waiter brought their food. They had snagged one of the better booths in the place that looked out the front of the building.

Lexa cut her off with a look, "Don't be. You didn't do it." Lexa took a bite and savored the flavor of the huge delicious waffle she had ordered. "So tell me something."

"Like what?" Clarke checked her eggs and nodded satisfied they were cooked.

"Um, I don't know. How are the kids? You said Bellamy had them?"

Clarke smiled at the mention of her kids. "Yeah he has them for two more days. I'm glad he got his priorities straight and is cleaning himself up. I love them and miss them so much when they are gone, but it is good to have a break now and then. Bellamy was supposed to send me pictures of their room and the things he bought them, but without a phone I can't see them at all."

"Don't worry about that. Like I said, I have one for you. They have both had birthdays since I met them right? That makes Aden, 2 and Madi, 4?" Clarke nodded with a mouthful and Lexa continued. "So is the terrible two's a thing? I mean, I have heard about it, but there is no way that's true."

After a drink of water, Clarke answered. "I'm not sure if they are or Madi is just cool like that. That kid is so well mannered. She is always at my side, and if she isn't, she's not far away from me. Aden is going to be trouble - well - he IS rouble now but that started before two. I'm hoping it is all wives tales and doesn't hold a lick of truth." She took another sip of water. "I miss them so much when they are gone."

"They will be home soon, where they belong…" Lexa's eyes caught on movement outside but when she looked, the night was cloaked in the darkness. Clarke followed her gaze and muttered something under her breath.

"Excuse me Lexa, I'll be right back." Clarke's tone was terse and clipped. Anger flaked off her in great sheethes of power as she stalked outside. Lexa craned her head trying to glimpse the cause of the blondes sudden departure. She finally found the object in question and immediately debated on calling the police.

Finn stood beside his car parked at the end of the dinner parking lot. Anyone in their right mind could tell the blonde was on a warpath. Lexa watched as Clarke stalked up to him, and she thought she had never seen Finn look so small.

"To hell with this," Lexa got up and told the waiter as she passed not to get rid of their food. She wasn't going to make the blonde face him on her own. Especially since the fear in her eyes at Raven's apartment.

By the time she had made it outside, Finn was already leaving. Lexa approached Clarke noisily afraid she might scare her. Her back was turned and she was taking obvious deep breaths. She watched Clarke's shoulders rise and fall a few times. "Clarke? You alright?"

Clarke turned and Lexa balked at how unaffected she looked. Lexa searched her eyes for fear and found nothing but calm resolve. "How did it go?"

"I told him to leave." Clarke said as if she wasn't afraid of that very thing the other day.

"I gathered. Do you want to take me home so you can go to Raven's?" Lexa asked concerned.

"Nope, we just ordered. Come on." Clarke took Lexa by the hand and drug her back to the dinner to finish their meal.

"Is this a good time to say I never want to be on your bad side?" Lexa joked as they sat down.

"I have had enough of that...person for the day." Clarke huffed. "I don't want to talk about him anymore. So what about this phone? Is it pay as you go or what?"

Lexa pushed away the questions that had been simmering since Finn had showed up. "It's actually on my phone plan. You can do what you want with it, but I don't mind to reactivate it. Wouldn't take…" she thought a moment stirring her coffee, "fifteen, twenty minutes?"

"No, it's ok. I'll just get a prepaid until I figure something out." Clarke said, eyes glued to her food.

Lexa could hear the hesitation in her voice. "Either way, it's yours." She ducked her head down trying to catch Clarke's eyes. "And I'm hoping you'll take me home so I can give it to you."

They finished their food, and Lexa worried that she had spooked Clarke. The last thing she wanted was for Clarke to think she wanted to control her like Finn had. After insignificant small talk on the ride to Lexa's apartment, Lexa couldn't take it anymore. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere ok?" Lexa gave her a pleading look, and Clarke nodded.

She sprinted to her door and quickly made work of the lock. After searching for what felt like an eternity, she ran back outside happy to see Clarke still waiting. "Sorry, with the move I couldn't remember where it ended up."

Lexa handed the device over and Clarke's smile touched her eyes for the first time since Finn had shown up. "I had this phone not too long ago. It's terrible," she snorted. "At least you gave me a charger to go with it." She fingered the cable with it's frayed outer layer..

"Hey now! I didn't say it was the new iPhone!" Lexa said in mock offense.

"I'm just teasing you, Lex." Clarke finally connected their eyes, and Lexa fought down the urge to go in for the kiss. Who knew where Finn was at the moment, and she didn't want to stir up more drama for either of them.

"Well, be safe and let me know if you want me to turn it on or not. If you don't, you can take it to a phone doctor or something, and they should be able to get it working."

"Thank you, you really didn't have to do this," Clarke said honestly.

"It was my pleasure my lady." Lexa bowed at the waist and flourished an invisible cloak.

"You're such a nerd."

"You like it," Lexa fired back.

"I do." Clarke rolled up the window they had been talking through but stopped half way up. "Oh! I almost forgot." She reached into the backseat and grabbed something. Clarke handed the fedora she had stolen from her that first night at the bar, "I like this hat." She left Lexa standing with a dumb smile on her face. She put the hat on and was engulfed in the sweet smell of Clarke's perfume.

Clarke was driving down main street trying to find the place Raven described to get this archaic piece of technology working. She must have passed it a dozen times before finally spotting the tiny shop on the end of a strip mall.

It didn't look very reputable, but Clarke needed a way to check on her kids. She went in and seen a bored looking man behind the only counter playing with some wires. "Hello, Raven sent me here to get this phone working." She held out the phone to him.

At Raven's name the man snapped his head up, "Reyes sent you? Well you'll get priority then! Name's Wick, what can I do for you?"

The guy had an easy charm and Clarke wondered if he and Raven had a history. "Just need this to work. I was going to put it on Raven's plan. She said I needed to have it flashed?"

"Yup! Which service provider does she have?" He took the phone and turned it in his hands studying it.

Clarke looked blankly at him. "Service provider?"

"She always does this to me. Hang on a minute please," he grabbed his own phone, a large thing that was comparable to a brick with a touch screen.

"Jesus, where did you did that thing up? The stone age?" Clarke asked.

"This is a one of a kind, Wick special," he said puffing his chest out. "It has all the benefits of a phone AND a complete computer." He held his hand up and spoke into the phone, "Reyes, service provider."

Clarke could hear her yapping at him and while the two barked at each other, Clarke thought over the last few days. She was flattered that Lexa had offered the phone under her plan, but Clarke was wary. She didn't want to give someone power over her again. Raven, Octavia, and her had spent the morning changing locks on her house, and putting all of the remaining things Finn had at her home outside. Octavia had seen fit to put a 'free to who needs it' sign on the pile. Clarke laughed as items disappeared throughout the day.

A shouted 'Griffin' got Clarke's attention and Wick handed the phone over. "You're all set princess."

"Why does EVERYONE call me that?" Clarke asked dumbfounded.

"Must be the hair, it's ready to use now though and there is no need to pay." Wick winked at her and she just knew he was going to ask her out. "So, I know a place that has good food and cold beer. Want to join me sometime?"

"Thanks for fixing the phone up, but no thank you. I'm seeing someone." Clarke hadn't meant to say that, but he shook his head, dejected all the same.

"Lucky guy," he commented.

"Yes, she is." She turned and left before he could respond.

Raven was howling. She had just got off the phone with Wick, and Clarke was smirking at her. She drove home, and, as usual, found Ray and O waiting for her in the driveway. Clarke told them both the story, and Raven had called to tease Wick mercilessly.

"It's not that funny, Ray," Clarke admonished halfheartedly.

"If you only knew how big of an ego he had," she gasped out, "this is so perfect." She continued laughing and the other two rolled their eyes at the Latina's antics.

"So how was your night with the hottie?" Octavia asked. "After all the excitement, I didn't expect you to go on a date."

"It wasn't a date, O. Just food after all the legal tape we had to go through." Clarke was still tired from the past few day's events, so she quickly filled the girls in on all they had missed. "You guys do your thing, but I need to get some sleep before work."

Raven finally found herself control and yelled from the floor. "Does little Lexie poo poo work tonight as well?"

Clarke fought down a blush, she really wanted to get to work to see the brunette. "Yes she does. See you guys. If you leave, wait, you don't have keys, don't leave. I'll lock up after I go to work."

They both said they were more than happy to chill at Clarke's place now that it was man-child free. She threw herself in bed to get a nap in before work later that night.

"I get rehab?" Lexa fist pumped when Harper nodded. "You're still awesome!" She ran out before anyone else in the room could try and take her spot. She desperately tried to remember if Clarke worked tonight, but couldn't. With everything going on and all the emotions, she hadn't thought to ask.

Lexa walked down the familiar winding hallways and spotted blonde hair when she got to the correct floor. Ok, so tonight may not be half bad. Operation woo Clarke is a go!

"Fancy meeting you here," Lexa said. She walked up behind the blonde and when she spun to face her, they were almost nose to nose. Clarke jerked backwards flushed, and Lexa grinned at her.

"Jerk!" She grabbed at her chest dramatically. "You about gave me heart attack."

"Well, at least we are in a hospital, no?" Lexa went to her usual corner and sat down her book. The day shift aid signaled her and quickly filled her in on the patients for the night. There were three aids staffed, so it was going to be an easy shift.

"How does your side look?" Clarke asked as she looked over Lexa's shoulder to read the report sheet. "Not bad. Tonight is looking good!"

A good night with easy patients was a rare thing indeed. Working in a hospital, you never knew what cards you were going to get dealt until you were on the floor. However, the situation could change quickly, and she said so to Clarke.

"I doubt it. Most of these guys were here when I worked last week. Your side is a breeze. Come find me if you need help though."

As Clarke gathered the required equipment for her rounds, Lexa cheered internally. She had offered to help her! The change between them was beginning to show. From what Lexa had seen of the blonde at work, she rarely worked side-by-side with anyone that wasn't from the floor. Since the first night Lexa had offered her help, Clarke had handled everything with a grace and knowledge that astounded Lexa. She was going to make an excellent nurse one day.

Lexa set up her machines and started her night off with a bounce in her step.

Rounds were done, medicine was given, and the staff of 5 West collectively regrouped around the nurses station. Most patients were asleep or on their way to dream-land. Clarke had surprised Lexa by setting up her things in the area next to her. Clarke was tapping quietly on the keyboard trying to get all her charts caught up when she glanced over at Lexa and casually said, "So where are we eating tonight?"

Lexa took it in stride. Friends spent their lunch breaks together all the time, right? Lexa knew they had formed a tentative bond over the fiasco with Finn, but she still questioned where the blonde stood. "I hadn't thought about it. Anywhere you want in particular?"

Clarke rested her head on a propped up elbow and frowned cutely. "Something quick and cheap."

"Mickey D's it is then. I could use some chicken nuggets." She pooched out her stomach and Clarke snickered at the insinuation.

"Sounds good to me," she glanced at the clock, "we could probably escape around one. John usually doesn't care as long as the floor is covered."

"Cool," Clarke turned back to her charting, and Lexa watched her a moment. She tried thinking of a way to ask Clarke what was going on between them. She could be patient, but she wanted nothing more than to spend the lunch break telling Clarke how she felt. The anticipated first kiss was going to throw her heart out of rhythm. Lexa huffed, exasperated at herself as she returned to reading her book.

Now that the bar had picked up on business, Lexa was comfortable. She still had goals for herself, and she seriously wanted to get into the OT program. However, since the letter that started with the words "We regret to inform you…" she hadn't given it much thought. Noticing her wandering thoughts, Lexa placed the book down and leaned her head back on the chair.

She was trying to decide whether or not to pursue that area of opportunity. There was a high job demand in Polis, so work wouldn't be hard to find, and the best part about the job was it paid extremely well. She daydreamed about the sheer amount of gadgets she could buy. She had always wanted a smart watch. It wasn't something she had to have, but it would be nice to tinker with.

Deciding to get an early start on midnight rounds, Lexa went through each and every one of her patient's rooms. If they slept she crept out as quietly as she could. If they were awake she chatted with them for a bit and asked if they needed anything. She really did have a cool group of patients. There was a Vietnam vet, a brother and sister who both recently had hips replaced (they claimed it was each others fault, and Lexa had to politely ask them to stop shouting at each other from room to room), and a younger kid who had broke his leg in a bike accident to describe a few.

Lexa tapped lightly on the last patient's room and then poked her head in. All was quiet, but something was off. She turned on a small light in the bathroom so she could clearly see the state of the patient and room. The elderly man appeared to be sleeping, yet Lexa hesitated when she turned to leave.

Walking back over to the bedside, Lexa listened for breathing and heard faint shallow breaths. Relieved but still wary, she gently shook the man's arm. "Mr. White, sorry to wake you, but are you feeling ok?"

He cracked his eyes open slowly, painfully. "Not feeling too good, sugar."

"What's bothering you, sir?" He gestured to his chest and croaked, "water."

Lexa left the room quickly, got him fresh water, and grabbed the set of equipment she was using to check over his vital signs.

As she was checking him over, the door cracked open and Clarke stepped in. "Is everything ok?"

"Would you mind to get John, I think I need a second opinion." Lexa didn't bother to look up from her current task of measuring the man's breaths, and the light faded as the door shut. "I'm going to turn on the overhead light, alright? I sent for the nurse, and we are going to check you over and see what's going on."

John came quickly and Lexa was thankful. Mr. White's vital signs were not looking good at all, and his breathing had slowed significantly.

"Mr. White can you open your eyes for me?" John asked loudly. It may seem rude to outsiders, but when a nurse was loud like that in the middle of the night, however, they HOPED you would respond with anger. Anger meant good things in situations like this.

"Tired," the patient mumbled.

"Lexa, call the rapid response team, this isn't looking good." John had the stethoscope to his chest and was listening intently.

Lexa leaned over and pressed the grey button on the wall that called the correct team. Soon the overhead speakers in the hospital were blaring, "Rapid response, Room 587. Rapid response, Room 587."

"Can I get anything, John?" Lexa asked worriedly. She never liked this part of the job. Just four hours ago, she had been chatting with this nice man about his tomatoes in his garden. Now, he was struggling to breathe.

"Gather his things please." John was focused still on the man's chest. "You know where the belonging bags are right?"

At that moment Clarke walked in with the very items in question. "I heard the rapid. Figured I'd be of some use."

"Thanks." Lexa took the bags and did as John asked, gathering the man's meager belongings and folding the change of clothes he had stated earlier in the night he wanted to wear home upon discharge.

The team filed in and fired off questions at John who responded just as quickly. Lexa and Clarke were pushed out of the room as the sheer amount of medical personnel filled spaces around the bed.

"He'll be in ICU before the night is over," Lexa said. She walked sluggishly back to the nurses station and collapsed in her chair. "He was only here for a knee replacement. I wonder what happened."

Clarke sat next to her and patted her on the leg. "Sometimes patients deteriorate after surgery. It's rough on the body, and he is 87. It could be any number of things. You did everything right."

Lexa gave up her staring contest with her shoes and looked at Clarke. Her eyes were watery, and Lexa couldn't help but to think that this woman had seen more pain and heartache than she let on. The state of the floor was too emotional for Lexa to ask, but Clarke's demeanor held such sadness Lexa wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be ok. She had no idea what was going to be ok, but she wanted to reassure her nonetheless.

"I'm going to go find Emori. I, at least, need a smoke after that." Both knew that a lunch break now would be out of the question, but they could sneak out for 10 minutes or so. Clarke looked around trying to spot the usually grim woman.

With the floor covered, they walked in silence to their spot and Lexa immediately remembered the last time they were there. Awkwardly she looked at Clarke, but Clarke was busy with her lighter and not paying attention. "So, about Costia…."

She had her attention now. Clarke's posture stiffened and her eyes shot up to meet Lexa's.

Lexa swallowed and pushed through. "We aren't….well….we never really were together. I just...I just wanted you to know that I told her I liked someone else." Jesus, she felt like a teenager, stumbling over her words.

"Someone else?" Clarke said, slowly bringing up a cigarette to light it. She purposefully licked the end and her lips, and Lexa wanted to die. She knew Clarke could have some words to say, but this! This was a different kind of torture.

"Yes," she stuttered, "someone beautiful," she found her words and her rhythm, "someone with blonde hair, blue eyes, and legs to die for." Lexa risked a glance to see Clarke's reaction.

Clarke hummed as she - finally- lit up and inhaled. "Really?" She drew out the word and lowered her voice to emphasize her disbelief.

"I like you, Clarke. I have liked you since that first shift." Clarke seemed content to watch the tobacco burn and ignored Lexa's gaze.

"Did you like me with her tongue down your throat?" Clarke suddenly snapped.

Lexa actually took a step back from the venom in her words. "Yes, I did. I mean," Lexa tried to recover, "How I feel about you is nothing compared to Cos. She is a friend, but you... You are so much more. Can I be honest with you about something?"

Clarke glared at her but nodded silently.

"I was only with her to distract myself from you. I didn't really know where you and Finn stood. I was a little intimidated by the prospect of being around two kids, and I like you so much that it's terrifying. Costia was a mistake. I'll freely admit that, but you said friends might be the better option." Lexa deflated as she finished. Her body felt wrung out like a dish cloth after numerous piles of plates - dirty and in need of a good washing.

Clarke finally looked at her, "I have two kids, Lexa. It's not as simple as dating me. I come with extra work and sleepless nights. I rarely do anything that doesn't involve my kids. I need a real relationship, and if you can't give that to me, then I don't really know what to say."

Lexa found strength from Clarke's words surprisingly and spoke without thought, trusting her heart and instinct. "Good."

"Good?" Clarke asked taken aback.

"Yes, good. I don't want to jump into anything without thought either. I realize now that first and foremost you are a mother - provider for a family. I know you take it seriously, and I do too. I want you to give me a chance if, and only if, you think it won't hurt your family. Those kids come first." Lexa spoke honestly, and she could see that it had an affect on Clarke. "Besides, I don't know how to raise kids," Lexa let a little of her uncertainty reflect in her tone and expression, "what if they hate me?"

"I wouldn't worry about that. You are a natural," Clarke comforted grudgingly. "Besides, no one really knows what they are doing when it comes to raising kids."

Lexa needed Clarke to know she was serious. Since she had met the blonde, Clarke consumed her thoughts. Even while she was seeing Costia, Clarke was never far from mind. Lexa was captivated by her drive. Her ambition and strength were unreal. It was rare to meet someone with such potential and desire to do better, to be better - for themself and for their family. "You're like Superwoman." Lexa didn't mean to speak it aloud, but it was the truth.

"I'm sorry?" The earlier tension between them dissipated by the time Lexa accidentally announced her thoughts. Clarke had heard her clearly, it was the reason behind it that puzzled her.

"You do all these things all the time. Work full-time. School full-time. Your kids. I was just thinking you are Superwoman, and that's only the things I know about that you do." Lexa never spoke so candidly with people, but here she was, letting her mouth do as it pleased.

"Thank you? I think?" Clarke scrunched up her face. "I'm not sure if I have ever been called that."

"Well, it was a compliment." Lexa gestured to the doors and held out an arm the old fashioned way. "This way my lady, or they may come looking for us."

"Thank you, kind woman." Clarke played along as far as the elevators. "Wouldn't want to be chased down by security."

The rest of the night was a flurry of activity. Three more patients had complications from surgeries and a single confused patient kept everyone busy. Clarke and Lexa accomplished rounds of vital signs and passed ice quickly twice more before the sun shone into the buildings higher windows. The two worked around each other in sync like they had done this a thousand times, and neither had asked to work side by side. They just went about their night, this time together.

When day shift slowly filtered in grasping coffee cups and breakfast sandwiches, Lexa had never been happier to see them. On the bigger scale of things, the night wasn't rough and she got to work with Clarke for the last half of it, but night shift is draining simply because the human body is wired to sleep at night. It is written into biological DNA.

Lexa filled in the same aid she had received report from twelve hours ago, telling her of Mr. White and the confused patient, Mrs. Brown. They shared remorse for a moment over the different patients but soon the aid - Lexa really needed to remember her name!- took off to get started and Lexa moved listlessly, weaving in and out of nurses and doctors to collect her possessions. Clarke walked just as slowly. A shift like this left you depleted. It would start out slow then everything would happen at once. Time would drag, then speed by as you tried to keep up with the increasing demands of the patients and other staff as everyone woke up.

"Wasn't a bad one," Lexa started as her and Clarke ambled an open elevator.

"Just a long one." Clarke finished.

They walked in silence to the parking lot and went their separate ways without fanfare. Lexa's tired brain had a brief spark of energy as she remember her idea from before Finn had ruined everything. She remembered how Clarke had looked when she had told her about getting the flowers. Her eyes sparkled the prettiest azure blue Lexa had ever seen. Her mouth had quirked up a little on one side, the same side that held a small but prominent freckle above her lip.

Lexa's embarrassment over the whole ordeal had made her brush off the genuine thanks Clarke tried to show her, so she devised a plan to make up for it and make that little quirk of the lips into a full bright smile.

Lexa shot off a text and got a response when she reached home. She stepped into the shower when the phone buzzed still on silent for the shift at the hospital. She turned the water off, and read the message.

LB: Going to school today?

CG: unfortunately. Don't get home til 2

Lexa didn't say anything else further, and scrambled back into her scrubs. She grabbed the huge kitchen scissors that usually came with a cutlery knife set - How does that fit together anyway?- and made her way to the flower shop.

The rose Lexa picked wasn't a normal red. The flourist had a group of roses off to one side that were more expensive but striking in their coloring. A deep violet red swirled around the classic rose red in a marble pattern. The flourist rambled on about dyes and whatnot, but Lexa was only focused on the flowers and her plan.

"I'll take two dozen," she threw money at him calling apologies over her shoulder and bolted to her truck.

It was a 20 minute drive to the school that Clarke attended, and Lexa wanted to get there and set up before Clarke could ponder the reason behind her question. Besides she wasn't sure if Clarke and her classmates took breaks, and she refused to be caught.

Armed with scissors and two dozen flowers, Lexa spotted Clarke's car and littered them all over it. The hood, windshield, door handles, back glass, windshield wipers, in the rims of the tires, anywhere and everywhere she could see, Lexa filled with different shades of red. She stepped back when she was finally satisfied with her work and gave it one more circle before declaring it perfect.

People had watched Lexa during the entire process. Some had even snapped a few pictures, and Lexa hoped that no one knew Clarke's vehicle to spoil the surprise. She ignored them and moved her truck several parking spaces closer to Clarke's car, and threw an old sweatshirt over her window to block out light.

In a last ditch attempt to be sweet, she got out some paper and wrote, "I hope you liked it." With that done, she took a paperclip and clipped it on her chest, promptly falling asleep.