A/N: Yes, yes, yes I know, I'm awful because I haven't wrote in two weeks. Trust me, it bugs me when I don't but the breaks don't mean I've stopped. If I ever stop writing I will let you guys no, so unless you hear otherwise from me, always assume a new chapter will be on it's way eventually.

Now, for the reason I haven't been writing, and it's an exciting one! (For me at least.)

I am writing my very first original novel that I hope to publish on line as an e-book sometime within the next year. I am currently approximately halfway through the first draft and it is a very LGBT friendly piece. My lead character is a pansexual woman who is a strong, independant person without having to rely on anyone. And in the book, she will be influenced by her current relationship and also some of her prior ones, so it will be a constant subplot. I have wanted to do this for years, and I have been constantly drafting and redrafting, then scrapping and starting over from scratch since I was about sixteen. But it's just finally clicked for me and I am loving writing for that world.

So, what I am hoping, is that when it's finally finished, some of you amazing people will support me by reading it :)

Anyway, so that's why I've been a bit busy alongside uni, because the amount of stuff I'm juggling currently is just a bit crazy haha.

Thank you for being so patient guys, and as always. I love you all! xxx

As usual, Lexa was the first one awake. Slipping from the couch she had been sleeping on, she walked over to the open window and leant her elbows on the edge.

She stayed there, motionless, for almost an hour. As she watched the sun came up, and the city below began to come to life with the early morning hustle and bustle of the market place. If nothing else her people were resiliant, even an attack on the city didn't keep them from living their lives.

"How long have you been standing there?" Octavia asked curiously, stepping onto the balcony to join her.

"Not long." Lexa answered softly.

Octavia rolled her eyes and touched the back of her hand to Lexa's arm, "Long enough, you're freezing." Rather than try and persuade Lexa to come inside before she was ready, Octavia just pulled off the blanket she was wearing around her shoulders as a shawl, and instead placed it over Lexa's.

"Octavia," Lexa tried to argue, "I'm fine, you-"

"I'm too hot anyway." Octavia waved her off, "Try sleeping next to Lincoln, he's like a human radiator."

"Radiator?"

"Machines that give off heat, they're better than a fire because you can control how hot they get, and they're safer to have indoors." Octavia supplied, leaning against the ledge next to Lexa.

Lexa nodded, "Sounds useful, but I don't think anything could best the simple beauty of a real fire."

Chuckling, Octavia nodded in agreement, "I suppose you're right, I like the big bonfires our people have at festivals."

Lips quirking upwards at Octavia's natural use of "our" to describe Trikru, Lexa looked over to her, "Do you never miss being one of Skaikru?"

Tilting her head to the side thoughtfully, Octavia considered it for a moment, before shaking her head, "Perhaps I would if I wasn't living in Polis with all of you. But everything I cared about in Skaikru is here anyway, so I don't really feel as though I lost anything."

The silence stretched our for a few minutes as both of them looked down at the people far below them.

"Lexa." Octavia started eventually.

"Hmm?" Lexa hummed, looking back up at her curiously.

Octavia chewed on her lip thoughtfully, "Do you remember when we were first here and you sent Anya to kill us."

Lexa laughed, "I do, not that it did me any good."

"What if you could go back, knowing what you do now, and get rid of us properly?"

Just staring at her shocked, Lexa shook her head slowly, "Why would you think I would even consider doing that? Even if I could?"

"Because, well look at the damage Skaikru has done. The people, your people, who have died. Would it not be worth their lives, to end all of Skaikru's?"

Confused about why Octavia was even asking, Lexa just looked at her questioningly.

"Come on," Octavia prompted her, "I'm not going to think any differently of you no matter what you say, I'm just interested."

Sighing, Lexa tipped her head back to look up at the sky as she considered it. "Would anyone know that I have the opportunity to change things?" She asked eventually.

Octavia whistled softly, "Good question...No, no one but you will know, regardless of what you choose."

"Then no." Lexa said firmly, "It is the most selfish thing I think I will ever say, but I would not change anything, even if I could. And maybe I am terrible for saying that, but I have a family, and a wife and I feel that I deserve that much."

"I doubt that you would have said that six months ago." Octavia remarked.

Lexa smiled, "No I don't suppose I would've, but I don't regret that my judgement has shifted."

"No, I agree that you shouldn't, you do deserve to be happy, and it's right that you should know that yourself." Octavia grinned.

Looking back as she heard a noise, Lexa nodded back towards her room, "The others are waking up, time to go back to investigating whatever's going on this time."

Octavia sighed frustratedly, "I suppose you're right, I just wish I could help more."

"Octavia, you help just by being here." Lexa assured her, before ducking back inside the room.