A/N: I'm predicting maybe five or even ten more chapters until this story is complete. I have thought about possibly continue on with a sequel to this story. I don't know. Maybe. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 9

Abby juggles multiple items of various fruits and vegetables in her hands as she kicks the door of her fridge shut behind her and successfully manages to carry them all towards her kitchen counter without dropping any items. She was planning on making her daughter a healthy green juice along with some of her favorite breakfast food.

Ever since Clarke returned to their beach house in sunny Santa Barbara, California, Abby notices a drastic change in her daughter. She was a wreck, an absolute wreak. Seeing Clarke look so miserable made Abby regretted that she allowed Anya to easily convince her to leave Clarke behind in Paris. She tried to tell herself it was for the best interest of their company but seeing Clarke look so broken down just made her angry with herself.

Clarke refuse to talk about what happened but Abby had a strong suspicion that Lexa was somehow involved. She pretend to played along with Anya's idea of getting their daughters together because she knew in the end that her daughter was smart enough on her own to know not to fall for Lexa's charm.

Clarke was better than that.

Clarke can do better than a woman who thrives on sleeping with multiple women and who has a notorious reputation for getting in trouble.

Speaking of the devil, Abby looks up when she hears the young heiress's name from the television screen in her kitchen which was currently on the morning news channel. She wasn't surprise at all to see Lexa involved in a what looks like to be a fight in a night club. She shakes her head and prays Anya does something about this and not let this have a negative impact their business.

"Hey."

Clarke's groggily voice interrupts her thoughts and she quickly grabs the remote and pushes the off button, not wanting her daughter to get in a somber mood by hearing anything to do with Lexa. Especially not before all the effort she had put in making her a delicious breakfast, she would hate for it to go to waste.

"Good morning, Clarke. I made all of your favorites." Abby greeted the younger girl as she watch her rub the sleep out of her eyes.

"You didn't have to do all this mom." Clarke tells her as she eyes many different arrays of dishes on the table. This was a clear sign that her mother was trying to cheer her up and it makes her smile a little that she tries. She appreciates the effort.

"It's nothing. I was hoping we could do something together today. Maybe go shopping." Abby suggests with a bright smile.

Clarke's shoulder tense, which thankfully her mother didn't notice, when even the smallest thing like the word "shopping" makes her think about the brunette that was five thousand miles away. Her last shopping venture didn't end well.

"I'll past on the shopping." She declined before she took a sip of her juice.

"Okay...a movie then." Abby tried again.

"I'd rather enjoy this lovely beach in our backyard." Clarke told her diving into to the pancakes in front of her. She wasn't really hungry but her mom made such an effort she didn't want to seem ungrateful.

"You have been doing that for the last couple of days now." Abby stated.

Clarke shrugs her shoulder easily. "I miss the weather."

Abby sighed heavily and continued her task on the juicer.

"Fine." Clarke begrudgingly relented when she saw the disappointed look on her mother's face. "I pick the movie though. Nothing romantic."

"Deal." Abby brightens while handing Clarke her healthy beverage and taking the seat next to her. "So... Octavia seemed super excited about her trip to Paris, I hope Anya will welcome her as warm as she did for you."

"Octavia will be fine. I filled her in on everything and as longs as she follows through on everything I've told her, Anya will be content for the time being." Clarke responds confidently. "She'll love Paris."

Abby hears the fondness of the city in the blonde's voice. She fights the urge to ask Clarke again about what happen with Lexa but she didn't want to upset her.

"So what was on that you quickly had to turn off the television as soon as I walked in?" Clarke raised her eyebrow questioningly in her attempt to change the subject. "It wasn't something like Maury was it?"

"God no." Abby shakes her head. "You know I don't watch any of those trashy shows."

"Uh huh..." Clarke said playfully before swiftly reaching over and grabbing the remote to catch her mother watching something weird just to embarrass her.

"Clarke no!" Abby was too late and the first thing on the screen was video footage from somebody's phone of the fight as the anchor woman explained what happened. Hiding this from Clarke might have been unavoidable since anything that happens with Lexa always get so much media attention.

Clarke's heart stops cold when she finally realized what she was hearing.

Lexa got in a fight with Finn?

"Oh my god!" Clarke exclaimed and press the volume higher.

"I know." Abby shakes her head. "It's probably best that you left when you did. Lexa doesn't know how to stay out of trouble."

Clarke ignored her mother and sat frozen in shock listening intently to the woman on the screen. Unfortunately she only caught the tail end of the segment and then it was on to report about the sharks in the ocean.

"Clarke, what are you doing?" Abby asked when the blonde shut the television off and stood up from her seat all of the sudden.

"I need to know more." Clarke grab her mother's iPad from the counter and quickly typed in Lexa's name in the search bar to find all the news links on her.

"Clarke, it's not like this is a surprise. Lexa always seems to gets herself into trouble." Abby said perplexed on why Clarke was acting as if she was worried about the brunette.

"Not now Mom." Clarke said brushing her off.

"Clarke. Lexa doesn't care about anyone else but herself. She is just a spoiled, selfish..."

"Just stop!" Clarke yelled looking angry at her mother as she reluctantly took her eyes of the device. She didn't have the patience to deal with all of her mother, not when Lexa could be hurt. "Stop talking horrible about Lexa. You don't know her."

The blonde doesn't know what she's doing but she was tired of her mom's negative view and constant attacks on Lexa and she couldn't help but defend the heiress despite everything that has happen between them.

"You're defending her?" Abby asked surprised and confused.

"Just give me a moment. And let me read this." Clarke demands turning her attention back on the screen in her hands. After she was finished with the article, she tapped on the video player attached to see the footage in full.

There was a painful lump on her throat as she watches the video and sees Lexa being thrown on the ground roughly by her hair and Finn repeatedly attacks her leg that once was in a cast. God she hated him. Oh can Lexa think she could be with someone so cruel. She almost sighs in relief when someone stops Finn's violent kicks.

Even though she was mad at the brunette, she still cared about her well-being and seeing Lexa's face in pain just killed her.

She bit her lip as she was now filled was worry. She couldn't help that her chest ached so badly that she could hardly breathe. There's nothing really that she can do.

Clarke wants to dial Octavia so she can find out if Lexa was okay but stops herself knowing that the heiress would probably be angry or be suspicion if she had someone Lexa didn't know report back to her about her even if it was just to know about her well-being.

"Clarke, what is going on? What really happen between you and Lexa?" Abby questions. "You didn't fall for her, did you? Clarke, she's bad news..."

Clarke looked up and sees her mother standing in front of her.

"She's not a bad person, mom. She's just misunderstood and she's...she's..." Clarke trailed not knowing what to say without giving away what kind of relationship they had.

"She's what?" Her mother inquired.

"A huge idiot." Clarke finishes. "I need to be alone, right now. We'll do the movie thing another time."

Clarke didn't wait to her her mother response as she ran out of the kitchen.

As she predicted, it seems like the dark cloud of misfortune that was hanging over Lexa's head has returned now that Clarke was gone. Though she didn't predict it would land her daughter in jail.

"Finally." Lexa stood up from the uncomfortable bench in her cell when she saw her mother.

"Not so fast. I told them not to let you out." Anya told her as she motions for one of the police officer to let her into the cell holding her daughter.

"Why the hell would you do that?" Lexa snarled at her.

"We have things to discuss and this prevents that little habit you have of walking away from me when you don't want to discuss certain topics." Anya said standing in front of her with her designer clothes and fashionable heels, looking completely out of place.

"Another one of your games?"

Anya shrugs her shoulder.

"Let's just be honest with each other for once and then we can get out of the dreadful place."

"Honestly, I slept in a cell and I feel like shit. I'm a little hungover and I am in desperate need of a shower." Lexa told her. "Let's go."

"Did you hit him hard?"

Startled a little bit by the unexpected question, Lexa narrows her eyes in confusion. She studies her mother for a moment and the older woman didn't look as pissed off as she thought she would be.

"Of course."

"Good." Anya nodded her head.

She was trying to find a different way to talk to her daughter wanting all this chaos to stop. She knows Lexa is better than this and she saw that when Clarke was here, so there is hope.

"Well I want to start off by saying that I'm sorry that I interfered with your love life and sabotaged your relationship with Costia. I don't regret what I have done but I am sorry that I hurt you."

Lexa was baffled at what she was hearing. Was she still drunk and hallucinating all this. Her mother was apologizing to her? Did the word "sorry" actually came out of her mouth?

"And I'm sorry for..."

"Stop." Lexa held up her hand backing away from her. She wanted to somehow squeeze herself between the bars to escape this weird heart felt conversation. It was making her feel squeamish. "You are making me uncomfortable."

"I just want us to stop bickering all the time and I'm learning to accept that maybe my way of handling things..."

"That's what we do." Lexa cut her off not liking this soft side of her mother. Nothing needed to change except her mother backing off.

"But if it's causing you to act out..."

"Mother, please. You are making me more wary and paranoid of your action now more than ever when you acts like this. All I ask is just stop trying to manipulate things in my life."

"And I will try. I promise. As long as you start coming back to the meetings and maybe think about trying to convince Clarke to come back. Just think about it. She is a good asset. She's smart and has great business sense. She's more valuable here with us then with the Sky Airline crew."

"Deal." Lexa agreed even though she had no idea how to convince Clarke to come back. She hasn't even sort out in her head of what she thinks of the blonde anymore. She knows she misses her but it feels more complicated than that.

"Great. Our first civil conversation. I think it went well." Anya smiled as she signal the police officer to let them out.

"Whatever. Did you get Quint and Ryder out as well?" Lexa asked slightly feeling guilty about getting them into trouble. She realized that she may have underestimated their loyalty and their friendship. She really appreciate them having her back last night.

Anya nodded her head in confirmation. "Gustus as well."

Lexa's face harden and pursed her lips at the mention of her bodyguard. "I need to have a chat with Gustus.

"Octavia? Octavia?" Clarke huffed in annoyance as her friend was ignoring her and seemed distracted but she couldn't help but smile by the excitement in her voice.

"Oh my god, Clarke. Why would you ever want to leave this place? It's so gorgeous. This hotel is insannne." Octavia raved over the phone as she toured her room and was in awe with everything including her amazing view.

"Did you get the email I sent you?" Clarke asked ignoring her excitement and tried to get down to the important business stuff.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'll go over it tonight." Octavia said while running around and jumping on her bed like a child.

"Seriously, O. Anya has some high expectations and I need her to be happy about my replacement. She's very particular on...everything." Clarke told her.

"Chill, Clarke. I got this. I'm already prettier than you." She joked.

"O, be serious about this please." Clarke scolded lightly.

"Come on, Clarke. Do you really think I'll ruin my chances on this big opportunity in Paris? This is a dream come true."

Clarke sighed. "Just be prepare tomorrow for the meeting. Anya expect nothing less."

"Aye, captain."

Clarke shakes her head at the brunette's breezy calm attitude but she knows in her heart Octavia will be fine. She wouldn't suggest her to Anya if she didn't believe Octavia could handle it.

"Great. Thank you for doing this for me, O. I really appreciate it."

"No problem." Octavia replied easily. "So tell me about this Lexa. Is she has bad at the media says? Do I need to watch out for her?"

Clarke didn't tell Octavia about the close relationship she had with the heiress. She didn't tell anyone as she still wanted to respect the brunette's private life even after their last encounter, which wasn't pleasant. It wasn't like she didn't trust Octavia, it's just she knows how Lexa is about stuff being said about her.

"She's not that bad." Clarke whispered feeling the gaping hole in her heart as she thinks about Lexa. She should be angry. She should be furious at the brunette. But right now at this moment she was worried and she misses her. As much as she hates to admit it, she misses the infuriating heiress.

"Really?" Octavia asked surprised. "Is she intimating? She's not a huge bitch, is she? I kind of sense that with her. Like she never smiles. Or she hates everyone. Even puppies."

Clarke laughs.

"She's only intimating when she feels threaten. And she smiles. Flowers make her smile." Clarke mind flashes to all the times she made the brunette show her her beautiful smile. "I don't know about the puppy thing, but I imagine she would own a Siberian husky." Clarke joked.

"Wow. You seem to know a bit about her? Did you guys hang out a lot?" Octavia asked sensing there was more between the two than the blonde was letting on just based on the way Clarke was talking fondly of Lexa. Octavia has heard that Lexa had a talent on charming the ladies though she never thought Clarke would be one of those.

"We just worked together." Clarke answered trying to play it off and shakes her head to rid of all thoughts of Lexa.

"I heard that she was in jail and Anya is currently there bailing her out." Octavia whispered as though someone else was listening. It was Lexa's family hotel. They can wire all the rooms for all she knows.

"I don't know what to say. She has bad luck." Clarke vaguely explained not wanting to get into details about Lexa's and Finn's rivalry.

"Maybe she was looking for payback, you know with Finn crashing into her at the race a few months back and basically ending her career." Octavia said curiously.

Clarke rolled her eyes. She would like to think that Lexa was smarter than looking for revenge but she has proven that she could be a complete idiot, so who knows.

"Another advice if you want to get on Lexa good side, do not to talk gossip around her and don't look at her with any sympathy. She hates that." Clarke told her. "And don't listen to anything from the media, they exaggerate everything."

"Okay. Thanks for the lesson on Lexa 101. Now no more talking about Lexa." Octavia said understanding that maybe Lexa was always put under a bad light. "So what's the best place to shop around here or eat? I'm pretty hungry."

Lexa felt so exhausted as she finally was able to walk into her suite for the first time today. Her mother wouldn't allow her a proper shower until they ran over to Nyko's so he can take a look at her leg for any further possible damaged Finn might have caused with his multiple kicks as he focused on that particular weak spot of hers.

Lexa dangerously glared at Nyko behind her mother's back, as he inspected her leg, daring him to tell her something horrible. He gulped in fear. He examined the x-ray and sighed in relief when he concludes nothing was too serious. He was confident that if she was careful that she would be fine.

When she closed the door to her room, her first thought was to jump in the shower but noticed that her living area has been cleaned and there wasn't a hint of shattered glass on her hardwood floor or any blood stains.

After Clarke left, she dismissed all the house keeping not wanting anyone to bother her but it seemed in her absence her mother took the opportunity to order them to do their jobs before she returned.

Not having the energy to deal with it at the moment or at all, Lexa steps into her bedroom but falters to a complete halt when she immediately spots something lying on her bed.

She stood frozen as suddenly the memory of Clarke holding her sketchbooks closely to her chest the last time she was here come flashing back to her. Clarke must have left them behind.

She wonders why she hasn't thought about them before.

A horrible flood of dread fill her body as she slowly puts together in her head what Clarke was intending to show her that day.

Lexa feels the guilt crashes into her as she softly touches the hard cover of one blonde's sketchbook. There was two of them. One was worn out, older, and there clear wrinkles and fades. The other was brand new and had a brown leather cover. She recognizes the latter being the one she bought for the blonde herself.

She somehow drops down on the bed as her feet gave up from under her as she felt her heart stopped, time was standing still.

Clarke was going to show her her art.

Something that the blonde as always kept sacred to herself.

Clarke was finally ready to open herself to her to share a part of her that she has never shown anyone else.

Lexa contemplates for a moment before opening them mostly because she doesn't know if she has the right to anymore but also because she was scared of what she might see.

She doesn't know what she's afraid she might see.

But she had this tightness in her chest, this gut feeling in her stomach and maybe she has known deep down inside of her that Clarke was telling the truth.

She thinks about everything her mother has told her about looking into everything about the Griffins.

She even had Gustus looked into the blonde and they found nothing.

And then last night when she subtle mentions Clarke to Finn, he had no idea what she was talking about it.

Guilt settles in quickly in her stomach.

It feels awful. She's never experience something this horrible make her nauseous.

Did she just ruin things with Clarke because she thought she couldn't trust her when there hasn't been any palpable reason not to?

She swallows hard anxiously as she slowly and tentatively opens Clarke's sketchbook as if the had all the answers to her life.

Lexa almost gasp as her eyes widen of how beautiful the first page was. It was of a beach, it looks like the ones on the west coast. Lexa has seen plenty of art by amazingly famous artist but she hasn't seen anyone sketch as well as this before. Clarke was really talented and she was shocked that she hasn't shared this with anyone before.

Page after page she was stunned by the exquisite detailed of landscapes from mountains to lakes of famous places to random simple places until one sketch causes her to paused for a moment. Putting the pieces together of what little she knows about the man she was staring at, she concluded that this was Clarke's father. It was as if she could feel the emotions Clarke had when she drew this.

This is the way Clarke likes to remember her father.

His eyes were so full of life sitting in the pilot seat of one of his smaller planes with the biggest smile on his face which seems to be reserved for his daughter.

There were more sketches of Clarke's father and more landscapes. It seemed like he was the only person Clarke drew until she reaches the end of book and sees a drawing of herself.

It was of the day of her race in Monte Carlo.

Clarke managed to capture a moment were she seemed full of joy. It was before the race and she was standing next to her race car with a soft smile on her face. She doesn't even remember smiling that day, as her mind was busy thinking about Costia and also Finn who had just came up to her with his cocky attitude.

Everything was beautiful about this drawing.

The background behind her had a gorgeous scene of the port of Monte Carlo that made her realized that she didn't take the time to appreciate it's beauty despite her multiple visits there. The many people surrounding bringing the essence of excitement in the air. That was the last time she would ever race and instead of feeling bitter and angry about it, the moment of her that Clarke drew made her feel at peace about it. An overwhelming sense of accomplishment. It's not the way she would like to go out but the only thing to do now was to remember the good times she had.

It amazes her that after the first drawing of her there were even more. All of them making her see herself in a way she has never seen before. Like she was seeing herself through Clarke's eyes.

This is how the blonde saw her.

She finally gets to the one where she took the blonde the see the Eiffel Tower. While she was sitting comfortable on the bed of pillows laid on the back of the truck, her eyes closed and head was leaning back enjoying her first night out of the hotel after the crash, she thought Clarke was drawing the lit up Eiffel Tower, but instead the drawing focused on her with the tower as her back drop.

She feels overwhelmed with emotions. She has seen herself plastered all over magazines and on television. Always something negative or superficial said with the photo. And after seeing them all the time, she had seen herself like everyone else had. She had lived up to everyone's view of her.

A selfish spoiled rich girl who like to lived dangerously.

But Clarke didn't see her like that.

A wave of nausea hits her as she realized her mistake. She knows that Clarke wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She didn't notice she was crying until her eyes started to become blurry.

She was a fucking idiot.

She ruin everything.

Over something stupid.

Over nothing.

The next day, Lexa knew what she needed to do but first she had to deal with Gustus. He was the only person other than her grandmother that she trusted. She doesn't know what has gotten into him lately but totally disregarding her orders is not something she can easily let go.

This is the right thing to do even if she didn't like it.

She waited in her office for her bodyguard preparing herself for what she was about to do. It wasn't easy. Gustus has been by her side since she was eighteen years old. He has been loyal to her. He has protected her. He was more than just her bodyguard. He was almost like family to her.

She turns around when she hears the soft tap on her glass towards and signals to grant him access.

"Lexa, I want to apologize for going against you orders. I wasn't thinking and..."

Lexa raised her hand to stop his apology. She needs to have strength to do this.

"Gustus. Have a seat."

Lexa motions to the chair in front of her desk and waited for him to do so. She stood for a moment taking a deep breathe before taking her own seat.

"I never blamed you for not being able to protect me that day at the race. I know that you are feeling some guilt about that. Also I know you have the overwhelming sense to protect me and not just because it's your job. I know you care for me. As I do for you. You are like family to me and the one of the few people I know I can trust."

"I feel the same way, Lexa. It pains me that Finn hurt you and I was not capable of preventing that." Gustus almost sighs in relief. He thought Lexa would be furious with his actions.

"But..." Lexa raised her eyebrow at him drawling at the word.

Gustus squints his eyes in confusion feeling like the conversation was turning around on him.

"You can not protect me from my romantic relationship. Yes. Clarke and I were in a relationship. Tell me, did you fabricate any of what you said to me when you showed me that footage of Finn and Clarke leaving Aubade?" Lexa asked staring him deadly in the eyes.

Gustus froze in his seat. He was not expected that.

"Lexa, I didn't fabricate anything but it obvious..."

"It was not obvious." She sharply interrupts him. "But when you are spewing words into my head, it was easy to convince me as I was watching the video the worst of what might of happen and I am also to blame for that."

"Then what is the real reason he was there, Lexa?" He challenged.

"I didn't let Clarke fully explain but I know now that she was telling the truth and I know she would never hurt me."

"Neither would I. You would trust her, someone you have know for over two month, over someone who has been with you for five years and someone who has also known you since you were little?" Gustus question willing to fight to continue to be by her side.

"Yes. I trust her." Lexa said with strong confidence for the first time.

Gustus leans back surprised at her revelation.

"And I also trust you. But I know you were not happy when I have been sending you home early and know you were feeling like I was pushing you away or even punishing you. Like I was angry at you. Like I was blaming you. The guilt you carry with you after the crash was growing inside you. And it caused you to do something rash, stupid, and irresponsible."

Gustus nods his head of her assessment of what he was going through.

"I exaggerated a little about Finn and Clarke. I was afraid that she was getting to close to you and then when you were not expecting it, she would hurt you. Similar to what you went through with Costia. I couldn't prevent Costia in the past but I thought I would redeem myself and prevent Clarke from doing the same." Gustus finally admits.

"How much did you exaggerate?" Lexa asked calmly but coldly.

Gustus visibly gulps. "A lot."

"I see."

"Lexa, I had your best interest at heart. You know I only did what I did because..."

"Gustus you're fired." Lexa interrupts him feeling the pain in her chest at the look of shock and hurt on his face.

"Lexa..."

"I know why you did what you did. But yesterday was the last straw. You completely disobey my orders. I have to let you go." Lexa swallows hard trying not to show how much it hurts to lose him.

Gustus feels like he was just punched in the stomach as the air was sucked out of him.

"If that's...if you thinks that's what's best for you." Gustus regaining some composure as he stood up from his seat trying to be professional.

Lexa stood up with him, heartbroken of not ever seeing him again.

"It was pleasure working with you. I only wanted the best for you Lexa." Gustus tells her honestly looking straight into her greens eyes.

Lexa nodded respectfully at him and watches sadly as he turns around and walks out of her office.

Lexa spent the next few days catching up on work much to her mother's approval and she was also in the process of hiring an replacement bodyguard.

Which is not easy.

Not when they had someone like Gustus to live up to.

After going through many prospect she had finally found one who was recommended by Quint and Ryder. She has been satisfied with his work for the last couple of days and liked that he was quiet and loyal.

He would do for now but he has much to learn.

Like be there when she needs him.

She sighed as she tries to figure out where he is.

"Have you seen Lincoln?" she asked one of the ladies behind the reception counter if she saw him leave already but she shook her head. She growled in frustration wanting to tear his head from his neck.

"Although..." The receptions added.

"What?" Lexa asked.

"He might be at on the floor that the new Sky Airline employee is staying ."

Lexa narrows her eyes.

"And what floor what that be?" She gritted through her teeth losing her patience.

The woman quickly writes down the information for the heiress and Lexa quickly makes her way into the elevator. She forgot all about the girl they sent to replace Clarke. She has seen her passing through but never spoken to her.

Lexa furrows her brow as an idea suddenly popped in her head that may be the answer to her problem of trying to connect back with Clarke.

Just as the elevator doors open she clearly sees Lincoln with the Sky woman in the hallway talking closely to each other in front of her door.

"Lincoln!" Lexa called out as she walked the small distance to stand in front of them.

Hearing his name Lincoln immediately backed away from Octavia and stood straighter giving Lexa his full attention.

"I'm sorry, Lexa. I thought I had a few minutes of break time before you needed me." Lincoln apologized not wanting to lose his job. He heard what happen to Gustus.

"This job comes without breaks." Lexa told him sternly.

"Understood." Lincoln replied immediately.

Lexa nodded before turning her attention to the bubbly brunette beside him who was smiling at her, creeping her out sightly.

"Hi. I'm Octavia. We haven't officially met yet but every time I tired to talk to you were always busy. And you walk fast. Like really fast. How do you do that? Anyways Clarke has told me great things about you and I'm looking forward working together. " Octavia rambled slightly star struck by Lexa.

It's one thing to see her in the news and on magazine but to see her in person was mind blowing. She still couldn't believe the Abby was able to merge Sky Airline with TonDC internationals.

Lexa stood perplexed trying to understand anything the small person just said to her. She talks so fast. She surprised that someone like Lincoln, who doesn't say much at all, is interest in someone who was the complete opposite of him. She looked at Lincoln who stared adoringly at the brunette with a amused smile on his face.

She cleared her throat and he quickly wiped it off.

"It's nice to meet you. How is Clarke?" Lexa asked in a professional manner.

It was cleared that the blonde didn't mention to Octavia the true nature of their relationship. It makes her heart flutter that even if the blonde was mad at her, Clarke still respected her and not showcase her personal life to anyone.

It gave her a glimmer of hope.

"I haven't actually seen her. They sent me here right away after she left but she seems fine on the phone. I talk to her everyday." Octavia explained.

"And how close are you with Clarke?" Lexa asked.

"She's like my best friend. She's the one that requested that I come take her spot. She trusts me." Octavia smiled.

Lexa nodded taking a moment to make the correct judgement of the brunette, wondering if she could help her with her situation.

"Octavia, I need to ask a favor." Lexa said.

"Of course anything." Octavia replied quickly eager to impress.

"Clarke left something behind and I want to return it to her."

"Oh yeah. Of course. I'll take it to her, though I still don't know how long I'm staying. But I can mail it to her for you if you would like."

"No." Lexa shakes her head. "It's a very personal possession that I only trust myself to handle."

"Then I don't know what you want me to do?" Octavia asked confused.

"I need to know where she is."

"Can't you call her?" Octavia asked.

Lexa rolled her eyes. This girl asked too many questions like a child. They were valid questions but still annoying.

"I want it to be a surprise without her getting suspicious. Can I have your word that you won't mention this to her?" Lexa asked.

"Yeah. Of course." Octavia confirms. "She'll appreciate the gesture Lexa."

"Well see." Lexa simply said not as confidently as the other brunette.

"Okay, I can text you the address if you want."

Lexa narrows her eyes wary of someone she hardly knows having her personal number.

"...Or...I can text it to Lincoln." Octavia offers.

Lexa nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Lexa turns to Lincoln who still seem love struck by Octavia. She wonders if that how she was with Clarke.

"Come on Lincoln. We are flying to California."

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