On a fine Spring day, Lexa made her way to the perpetually placid lake where Clarke was. The flowers had finally bloomed and Lexa wanted to give her a bouquet. The immortal daisies had been lost one by one, the final one some years back. How far back, Lexa couldn't quite say. Time moved differently these days, were a year seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye.
Still, there were bright spots from near the beginning of her life that had stayed with her throughout it all, and she thought about them now as she expertly played her father's harmonica single-handedly. (The fact that it had survived all this time further proved that they simply 'didn't make them like they used to').
There was the jubilation that followed Clarke revealing herself to her close friends and family in an impromptu gathering; sworn to secrecy in perpetuity.
The euphoria from when they first made love. Oh my, was that a moment she still recalled vividly; if only because she had cried during and after the fact.
Their small and intimate wedding ceremony in Arkadia Gardens, just as the sun was setting. Her heart had rarely been so full of adoration as it was in that everlasting moment.
Reconnecting with Abby, and being spoiled rotten, as if she were a child again. Their family trip to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter was spontaneous and magical.
Finally forgiving her mother and allowing her back into her life. Nyanna never seriously disappointed her again, Clarke made sure of it. Shortly after this forgiveness, Lexa and her mother acquired matching zentai suits so that they could hug from time to time. Not being one to be left out, Clarke soon after acquired her own, claiming she needed it while they remained in the city. The suit resembled one of Sporty Spice's most common outfits and consequently hardly ever left the bedroom.
Handing the keys to Grounders over to Costia. She had said a fond farewell to her and her girlfriend, Zoe Monroe, a local traffic cop that once pulled a bicycling Costia over for failure to stop at the designated signage. Their strict abidance of the letter of the law was the beginning of a long and loving relationship.
Providing shelter and love for a myriad of foster children and animals around the world. She had especially cherished the children in Australia and their unusual sayings. Fair suck of the sav!
The day Anya and Raven finally tied the knot, nearly a decade after their reunion. Raven was almost late as she was busy making last minute preparations for a massive fireworks display. Somehow or other too much gun powder had been used and the entire thing exploded in one fell swoop, nearly causing her Uncle Ramon's toupee to catch on fire.
Raven never did make them a sex suit, however, she did gift them with an interesting...contraption on their one year anniversary that they dubbed, 'The Pussinator'. They used it frequently until it broke down. Attempts to fix or duplicate it proved futile.
Though their love stayed intact throughout the ups and downs of every relationship, as time wore on, they occasionally found the other lacking when it came to the bedroom. And since variety was the spice of life, and they had eternal libido's that never lessened with age, they began inviting a woman (or two) that they both approved of to join them. To minimize Clarke's jealousy, the same woman never joined them twice. With this strategy they managed to avoid the dreaded 'lesbian bed death' that reportedly plagued so many couples.
The sense of deep satisfaction from finally mastering every modern Germanic language. Many had said it could not be done. Lexa was proud to prove them wrong. She couldn't remember much of any of them anymore, and some of them had certainly become extinct by now, but that was neither here nor there.
The list went on and on in flashes and feelings. It was both easier and not easier to remember more recent events as time sped by.
Four hundred and six years since their wedding, when they had explored the planet as thoroughly as anyone ever could, they obtained tickets for the maiden voyage of a space cruise across the Milky Way. The headline had read, 'The ultimate adventure for the ultimate adventurer.' They purchased the expensive tickets with the substantial fortune they had acquired over the centuries with their various careers, and aided by a lottery win. By then the key to (near) immortality had been discovered and it was common enough for Trillionaires to undergo the process, that no one thought twice about Clarke and Lexa's lack of aging.
Leaving the planet had been one of the toughest, most frightening and above all thrilling things they had ever done. For they both knew that once they left it, they could never come back, or at the very least, it would be so changed by the time they returned as to be unrecognizable.
In and out of stasis, and on and off of various habitable and terraformed planets alike - some of which had yet to be explored - they eventually came across other sentient lifeforms. No one on the cruise knew how to communicate with them, but the question, 'were we alone?' had finally been answered. There however, was no way to communicate this knowledge across thousands of light years of distance, so the people of Earth continued to remain in the dark.
One of their favourite and least favourite planets alike, had been one that smelled of cotton candy. Sweet at first, the pungent air soon soured, settling on their tongues and reminding them of Warheads. Several people began to feel faint and woozy, Lexa included. Afraid this could be a toxic response to their presence, the tour was short lived.
Though their physical bodies stayed intact over the centuries, their minds did not, and eventually they became so weary of the endless travel, that they decided to be dropped off permanently on the next planet that took their fancy.
The cruise director, an android by the name of Andromeda, gave them some parting gifts; a self repairing robotic catdog named Marvin, a nameless out of the box utility robot to help them get situated, and a communications robot that was fluent in every language, but due to a critical malfunction somewhere down the line, could only speak in broken English and Hungarian.
Unsurprisingly they chose a planet reminiscent of Earth, or at least, what they could remember of Earth. It was predominately populated by humanoid life forms that had no concept of age or aging...they just were. Rather unimaginatively, they christened their new home, 'Earth 2'.
Which brings us back to Lexa, who at this very moment was walking along the well worn path down to the lake with a bouquet of flowers in hand.
She tucked her harmonica in her breast pocket and knelt down in front of Clarke. "Hey, honey. I brought you some new flowers. Sorry it took so long. They don't grow very fast here and you know I can't exactly make them last forever anymore." She laughed softly, placing the flowers on top of Clarke's grave. "I can barely even remember what it was like to have that gift. Isn't that funny?" She paused for a moment as she sat down, cross legged. "Speaking of funny things, you won't believe what Marvin got up to this time..."
They had peacefully remained on Earth 2 for many years until Clarke had an aneurysm and dropped dead. For Good.
The universe being what it was, took pity on Lexa, and allowed her to follow soon after, relatively speaking.
As she expired in a rare field of daisies - which were actually a symbiotic entity with the grass like substance - she looked up to the purple sky, to the infinite unknown – which had become decidedly less so in recent years – and smiled.
That got a bit Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy/Stardust there at the end, and admittedly I never imagined it would get quite so grand scale. I knew Lexa had to die pretty early on in order to lose her power and become immortal like Clarke. But I expected this to end at the Princess Bride/kiss reference. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to do a little epilogue. One of my continuous struggles. Funnily enough the narrator is the same guy for both Pushing Daisies and HHGTTG. Haha, just kidding. :)
I can't believe I killed them BOTH off twice in the span of this one fic. It may have spanned like a millennium but still, I definitely earned the 'major character death' label...literally everyone died by the end of it. :p
In case you're wondering, yes, they did need to move somewhere else and create fake I.D.'s every fifteen-twenty years or so to throw off suspicion of their unusual 'constitution'. Raven forged the first ones, and then after that, they found someone else and so on and so on. But for the first fifteen years, Clarke was Clarke Woods. :)
Also, Anya gave up her life of crime for Raven (or at least killing people). That was the condition for them getting married. Then they were morally gray together running their joined PI service.
Anyway, I know that this ending likely wasn't quite what you were expecting but I hope that you enjoyed it all the same. Bittersweet endings ftw?