A/N So I decided to continue this story for now. This is just a small chapter. Next chapter will have more stuff in it! Also, I did something I wasn't planning on: there's some Octavia POV in it! If you want this to be strictly Clexa let me know-and if you'd like me to continue with Octavia being a minor POV here and there let me know (she's going to become more of a major character in this story, possibly Raven too-Clexa needs some support in this new world after all!)

Also, the updates are going to be more like weekly instead of every few days as my poor horse somehow hurt her back and I'm having vets and chiropractors out to fingure out what's wrong with her so I'm going to be busy at the barn a lot more than usual this summer until she's better.

Chapter 21: I won't wear that

One week later…

Clarke

It had been a week since my friends and I were rescued from the other world. The news about what Larkin did spread rapidly. Almost everyone in the other world had at least someone in this world, and it angered them that their loved ones were killed so cruelly. Killed. And for nothing. Larkin had admitted the reason why he irradiated the other world. He hated the transitioned. He wouldn't say why. But he hated it when operating it was passed on to him after his father passed.

There was a search and rescue team sent out two days ago to see if there were any survivors, anyone who was able to avoid the radiation like my group was. I doubted it. My mother, Kane, Miller and anyone else I cared about were more than likely gone. Lexa didn't say anything, but I knew she was hurting over the loss of the Natblidas, especially Aden. And Octavia was destroyed over losing Indra. Even though she was reunited with her mother, she still was hurt over Indra's death. Indra found her as a broken child, and turned her into a fearless warrior. She was the only one who understood why I wasn't so broken over the loss of my mother. I had Lexa, same as she had Lincoln. Lexa and Lincoln kept the two of us whole. While we may be cracked, we were all still in one piece.

There was a memorial being hosted tonight. A memorial in honor of all who were lost. Most of the transitioned would be there. It was being hosted in a fancy hall with fancy food. Which mean fancy clothing. Dresses for the girls, suits for the guys. I didn't have any issue having to wear a dress, but I knew two certain girls who would. Holding back a grin, I pulled the light blue dress from my closet to dress in. just another day in this new world.

Lexa

"No. No way." Anya just laughed at me. "There's no way in hell I'm wearing that thing!"
"Yes, you are. All the women are to wear dresses."

"No!"

Anya rolled her eyes. "You're argues are futile, Leksa kom Trikru. You will wear this dress whether I have to dress you in it myself!"

I shuddered at the thought of that.

"You'd have to catch me to dress me. And fight me while trying to put it on."

It was Anya's turn to shudder. "I don't want to see you undressed for that long. And flailing."

"No dress?"

She just laughed at me again. "Yes dress. If you insist on flailing around naked, then I'll just call Jake. You won't do that in front of your father, would you?"

"Why not just call Clarke?'

"Because, you're naked body would just distract her and the whole memorial would be forgotten and you'd be on that bed faster than you could blink."

My cheeks turned red, knowing how true her statement was.

She grabbed the hunter green dress and held it out to me and I shook my head furiously. "Dammit, Lexa!" she turned to the door and my eyes widened, horrified.

"Don't call Jake!" I pleaded.

She turned back to me with a smirk, handing me the dress.

"I hate you," I muttered. She laughed and hugged me too tightly, seemingly just to annoy me. She turned around, giving me privacy. I stripped and pulled the skin-tight dress on. "I'm decent." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my mirror. "Damn."

The top of the dress hugged my body tightly, which was nothing new to me. The sleeves were very thin, and the front showed of more than I liked, but it didn't look bad. At all. The skirt was tight on my hips but fell loosely down to the ground. It was breathtaking.

"Wait until Klark sees you in this."

Octavia

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Octavia Blake!" my mother hissed.

She was expecting the timid little girl who was hidden under the floor her whole life. She expected a girl who would need to be coaxed out of her shell. A girl who would be too afraid to speak, too afraid to do anything. Not the girl I am. A fearless, strong Grounder girl. A girl who jumped head first into the new world, who seemed to have too much of an attitude. I was not what my mother expected. But she seemed happy-happy that I wasn't afraid and running through the new world without a care in the world. All thanks to Indra. Indra. Indra who found me broken and afraid of the world. Indra who slowed me I was stronger than I thought. Indra who taught me to fight and not to be afraid. Indra who gave me a place in the world. Indra who made me who I am today. Tonight I would be going to a memorial. A memorial to honor the ones we lost. Where I would tell the world about her. And I would. I was supposed to make a speech about her as she was the leader of Trikru so she would be honored. I requested to be the one. To be able to tell the world about her. She wasn't the heartless warrior she appeared to be. She had a big, beautiful heart. She fixed me. Just thinking about her brought tears to my eyes.

"Octavia, honey?"

I jumped a little looking at my mom whose eyes were full of concern.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. Just…thinking about someone."

My mother hugged me, but didn't ask. She didn't even now Indra existed. But she would after tonight. "Honey, we need to get you ready."

"No," I whined.

"Octavia."

"I'm not wearing that!"

My mother sighed, putting down the deep purple dress. "Is Clarke wearing a dress?"

I nodded.

"Put it on."

"No."

"Won't Lincoln want you to wear a dress?"

"I could wear a paper bag and Lincoln would be happy."

She sighed. "What about the person who you've been upset about since you came home? Wouldn't they want you to wear a dress?"

Would she? If Indra saw me in a dress, she'd probably have a stroke. Me, her seken, in a bloody dress. She's call me a Branwada or maybe an even better insult. She'd say I looked like a princess, and give me a disapproving look about it, but her face would soften when she remembered I was just a kid. And I laughed. I laughed at how Indra's face would look. I laughed because of the fact that Indra would call me a Branwada or a princess. And then I started to cry. I cried because she wasn't here to give me a look or call me a name. I cried because she was gone forever.

I cried until it was time to go.

And I wore the damn dress.