A/N: Responding back to the anon who in their review voice their concern that Clarke forgave Lexa too quickly and thought the shark incident was manipulative and just didn't buy the whole thing. Okay...I can somewhat understand where you are coming from but to me, Lexa is not a crawling on the floor, begging, pleading type of person. I wanted to be truthful to her character and to me I feel like she would do something crazy and kind of out there, kind of stupid and ridiculous. I mean if there something remotely dangerous, she'll do it but I didn't think she was being manipulative. I mean I know everyone takes things differently but that's not how I meant it to be as I wrote it. And for Clarke, she is still hurt more then angry. But she misses Lexa and she can understand the hardship that Lexa goes through. So she hasn't exactly forgiven Lexa but she understands and she believes in second chances. That is why she wants to take things slow because she knows they have a lot to work on. She knows being with Lexa will have a lot of bumps in the road but she loves her and knows Lexa is a good person and she believe she's worth it. But thanks for your review and I hope this doesn't deter you from continuing to read this story. I do enjoy reading the positives review but I also enjoy constructive criticism comments as well. I know I have a lot that I need to work on and uploading to FFNET allows me to see areas I need to improve to become a better story teller and I can only hope that I keep progressing in the right direction.

Sorry that was a long response, guys. Thank you all for showing love for this story. I still can't believe anyone is reading this and enjoying it.

Chapter 11

It was extremely difficult for Lexa to fully acknowledge that her grandmother was really gone from this earth just like that. It was almost like she poof in thin air or was just a figment of her imagination. It felt like she was just taken from her. She doesn't understand how someone could just disappear so quickly. Someone that meant so much to her.

The last time she talked to her she was full of life and energy and pushing her to make things right again with Clarke and imbedding her wonderful wisdom upon her. She was the healthiest eighty year old ever, she had no idea how this could happen. There was absolutely no warning signs that she saw that foresee this horrible fate from happening.

Or was there?

For the umpteenth time, Lexa tries to rack her brain if there was something she should have done to prevent this. She should have visited her more often then maybe she would have notice something wrong with her.

They said it was a heart attack and after that Lexa didn't listen to any other details, their words slowly fading away in the background as she feels herself being sucked into a black hole. She just knows that her grandmother was really gone.

There wasn't going anymore trips to see her.

There wasn't going to be anymore cooking lessons.

There would be no more losing at a game of Chess.

She wouldn't be able to see the most kind hearted person in the world who has keep her grounded through out all the stupid schemes in her life.

Her grandmother died alone.

The thought made her feel sick to her stomach.

Lexa felt completely numb and disconnected with herself. Days were passing by in a cloudy daze. Everything was black. The air was black. It felt like she was walking around in darkness and couldn't find her way out. Nor did she have the energy to find her way out.

All too soon, the day came for the funeral, she stood blankly as if she was a ghost, ignoring everyone around her. She vaguely remember being seated next to her mother staring with emptiness in her eyes at the casket in front of her that carried her beloved grandmother.

When they buried her Lexa felt like a piece of her with buried as well.

A big piece that left her feeling empty.

Clarke flew out with her mother and Kane without any hesitation as soon as they heard the devastating news about Evelyn Rose. Clarke couldn't believe it, she only had the privilege of meeting the wonderful woman once but she felt like she knew her since she was a huge part of Lexa's life. She hates that she is not going to be able to spend more time with her and get to know how truly amazing she was and how she largely impacted the brunette.

She was devastated for Lexa knowing how much her grandmother meant to her. It happen so unexpectedly and she doesn't know if Lexa knows how to deal with losing someone so close to her and she wanted to be there for her for support. She can't imagine the state Lexa is in right now.

After the funeral they all gather to Lexa's family estate that her grandmother lived in for the post-funeral reception. For what it was, everything was still so glamorous but with more black and more coldness in the air.

It was like anyone who was anyone important flew out for the funeral and there wasn't a square inch in the house that wasn't filled. Many people, including Octavia and Clarke, scattered around the beautiful backyard which was massive and it still was pretty crowded.

Clarke recognize a few of the famous and well known faces but there was only one she was anxious to see. Clarke hasn't seen or spoken to Lexa since she arrived as everything was so hectic. She tried ringing her but Lexa hasn't responded. It was hard to navigate through everyone to even begin her search for her.

"Have you seen Lexa, yet?" Clarke asked Octavia as they stood together in the backyard slightly away from the crowd.

Octavia shakes her head. "Lincoln told me that she kind of checked out ever since she heard the news. She hasn't talked to anybody."

"I'm really worried about her." Clarke told her as if it wasn't obviously painted on her face. She took a sip of her drink trying to calm herself.

"It seems like she's having a bad year. It's like her bad luck never ends." Octavia observed feeling genuinely sorry for the heiress. Her opinion of Lexa has completely flip based on her few run ins with Lexa and she was relieved to find out that she wasn't has bad as the media tries to portray her.

"I want to go find her but I think she needs space, right? She needs to mourn. I don't want to push her. She must be annoyed of everyone trying to talk to her." Clarke confided to her friend not knowing the best way approach the grief-stricken heiress.

Octavia cocked her eyebrows questioningly at her blonde friend who was acting more like a concern girlfriend then a close co-worker or a friend.

"Okay I know it's not like the best time to bring this up, but are you dating the daughter of the one of the most wealthiest mogul of our time?" Octavia asked incredulously.

She has been wanting to ask this of her friend for the longest time. She had a feeling Clarke, like many other men and woman, was attracted to Lexa but to actually be dating her was mind blowing to her.

"Shhh...keep your voice down." Clarke hissed not wanting to attract any attention and kept their personal lives private.

Today would be the worst of all days, for people to find out about her's and Lexa's relationship.

Luckily they were far enough from everyone that it didn't look like anyone had heard her. Clarke pulled on the brunette's arm and directed her somewhere more secluded if they were going to have this conversation away from any possible prying ears. And knowing Octavia, she won't stop questioning her until she was fully satisfied.

"You so are!" Octavia smiled triumphantly when they where far enough from everyone to avoid any unwanted ease dropping.

"This really is the most inappropriate time to have this conversation." Clarke shakes her head.

There was no denying her relationship with Lexa, Octavia would only push to a point of annoyance and exhaustion.

"Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me?" Octavia asked trying to contain her excitement.

"It's so complicated right now and Lexa is really private. We are still in the beginning stages and she didn't want the media to find out. Making thing even more complicated." Clarke explained.

"She loves you right? I mean no offense but you're not like another notch in her bed right?" Octavia asked tentatively knowing Lexa's history with women and fearing that Clarke was only going to end up brokenhearted.

"Yes, she loves me ." Clarke answered confidently, her heart flutters at just the thought that the brunette was in love with her.

"Then this is awesome. You guys are like a power couple." Octavia exclaimed gleefully. "I bet you guys look really good together. Better than the last girl she was with."

"Stop. Calm down. You can't tell anyone Octavia. No one knows. Not even my mother." Clarke told her with a serious tone. "And you can't tell Lincoln, even though I'm pretty sure he as figured it out."

"I swear, Clarke. I won't tell anyone." Octavia promised giving her a smile for reassurance.

"Thank you." Clarke nods her head in appreciation. She knows she can trust Octavia and it felt good to finally tell her.

"Wait." Octavia dramatically said with her eyes wide eyed in realization as something suddenly occurs to her. "You use to date Finn."

"Yes?" Clarke answered slowly not knowing where the brunette was going with this..

Octavia gasps finally putting the pieces together. "Are you the reason for the fight between Lexa and Finn at the club? Oh my god this all make sense."

Octavia didn't know why she didn't register this sooner. It explains a lot.

"I don't...no...I don't think so. Finn doesn't even know about me and Lexa. Finn and Lexa had bad blood between them before I even came into the picture. She was the reason he even pursued me in the first place. He wanted to hurt Lexa because he thought we knew each other." Clarke told her.

"Why did he think that?" Octavia tilts her head to the side.

"My father did a lot of business with TonDC." Clarke shrugged her shoulders. "He thought I knew Lexa but I didn't meet her until the day of the race at the hospital."

"Finn was an ass and treated you horribly. Lexa is definitely a thousand steps up from the douche." Octavia told her giving Clarke her approval of her new relationship.

"Thanks, O." Clarke rolled her eyes sarcastically though she appreciated her support.

Octavia pursed her lips as another thought comes to her mind.

"You know when Finn finds out that you are now dating his nemesis, all hell is going to break loose right? Their feud is going to be ten times worst then it already is." Octavia said hoping Clarke knows what she's getting into.

Clarke sighed heavily and rubbed her the creases that began to form on her forehead. She didn't want to think of what Finn will do to Lexa when he hears about them, she just hope Lexa would be smart enough to not involve herself in anything Finn tries to throw at her. He was already a pain in their relationship as is.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

"Wow. What have you gotten yourself into Griffin?" Octavia shakes her head as she thinks of the complications that already exist for Clarke being with Lexa.

They both stood quiet for a moment looking away from the reception and towards the backyard view of all the beautiful flowers and landscape, sipping on their wine.

"So are the rumors true?" Octavia said breaking the silence.

Clarke furrowed her brow. "What rumor?"

"You know, that she's really good at-"

"Clarke." A voice interrupted the brunette from a far.

Clarke eyed her best friend with curiously who had a mischievous glint in eyes. Maybe it was best that they were interrupted, she knows how dirty Octavia mind can be.

They both turned around to face the woman who called out the blonde's name and was slowly making their way towards them.

"Anya." Clarke immediately moved forward meeting her half way when she caught sight of Lexa's mother and greeted her with a small kiss on both sides of her cheek and held her hand gently. "I'm sorry for your lost." She said offering her condolences.

Anya nodded her thanks. "I'm glad you could make it."

Clarke nodded. "I know what it's like to lose a parent and I want to be here for anything you might need."

"Your offer is very gracious." Anya replied kind-heartedly.

"I'm going to leave you both so you can get reacquainted." Octavia said excusing herself as both women gave her appreciated smile.

"Walk with me." Anya offers her arm chivalrously to the blonde.

"Of course." Clarke accepts looping her arm around the taller woman's elbow as the Anya leads them even further away from the reception and towards her mother's garden.

"I want to apologize to you, Clarke." Anya started off when they could no longer hear the murmurs of all her guests.

A perplexed look over came Clarke face, confused on why Anya was apologizing to her on the day of her mother's funeral.

"Why would you-"

"I might have had a hand in whatever Lexa did that caused you to abruptly leave Paris." Anya elaborated cutting her off.

"I still don't understand what you are trying to tell me, Anya." Clarke said with a blank look on her face

Anya took a deep breath.

"I had this silly idea that you would be a good influence in my daughter's life romantically. She was at a time in her life where she was making some wrong decisions and behaving recklessly that I was desperate to figure out someway where I can get her to focus on our company rather then jumping off a cliff somewhere or fighting with that silly boy. And then her crash happened at that was the last straw for me. Though I might have pushed her too much and cause her to react badly. She might have misguided her anger at me towards you. I'm sorry for whatever she said that made you so upset you needed to leave. I also apologized to Lexa as well and I agree to not to meddle in her life as long as she continues to focus on business with TonDC. Though I'm kind of sad that things didn't work out between you and Lexa. You would have been the perfect daughter-in-law." Anya said giving her a sad smile.

Clarke was slightly flabbergasted at Anya revelation. It was a lot to take in. Her mind flashes back to her conversation with Evelyn about the unique mother daughter relation between Lexa and Anya. She laughs internally of how accurate the older woman was concerning her daughter and her grand daughter.

Anya was pushing Lexa too much on something that was happening naturally. If Anya only knew the relationship she and Lexa really had, she probably be jumping for joy and start pushing them towards marriage. She can now understand why Lexa keeps things from her mother.

"So sharing dessert was a ploy to make your daughter jealous?" Clarke asked with an amused smile.

"I guess it's wasn't my finest hour." Anya admits playfully.

Clarke smiles at her response and was happy to see Anya be lighthearted considering the circumstances. She wishes she could tell Anya the true nature of the relationship that she has with her daughter but it felt like something Lexa should tell her.

"It's flattering that you would choose me as the perfect wife for you daughter. Anyone would be lucky enough to catch your daughter's eye. You should trust Lexa." Clarke advised her.

"I'm beginning to see that." Anya replied.

"Just so you know, you are not at fault for my early departure."

"That's kind of you to say but I know the negative effect that I have on my daughter. I have seen the damaged that I have done and I just want her to be happy. Which seems like a hard feat."

"Maybe it's not as hard as you think." Clarke told her.

"Do you have an insight inside Lexa you are willing to share because I can really use it." Anya asked intrigued.

"I can only speak from experience with my own mother. The more she pushes and forces something upon me, I tend to push back twice as hard. You can only guide us in life and it's up to us to do the right thing for ourselves. And if we make the wrong choice, which as you know happens often, you pick us up and tell us it's okay and tell us to try again." Clarke replied.

"Wise words. I will do my best to implement that idea in the future. With my mother gone, I'm sure Lexa will be going through hard times and I want to be there for her." Clarke could hear the sincerity in her voice.

"It would bold well for both of you if you are there for each other. You just lost your mother, Anya. Let Lexa be there for you as well."

"You sound like my mother. She would have liked you as well. It's a shame you didn't have the chance to meet her." Anya tells her regretfully.

Biting the inside of her cheek before pursing her lips together, Clarke fought back her words. She wanted to tell Anya that she did meet Evelyn when Lexa brought her one weekend but she know it would only spur more questions. Questions she knew she couldn't answer.

"She sounds lovely." Clarke told her instead.

"Have you talked to Lexa, yet?" Anya asked looking at the blonde.

Clarke shakes her head negatively. "I can't seem to find her. With all these people here, it's like I'm playing a live version of Where's Waldo."

Passing by her mother's garden, Anya pick out a flower and hands it to the blonde.

"Flowers always make Lexa smile. If I know my daughter, she mostly likely retreated upstairs to her room." Anya told her giving her some courage which the blonde smiles graciously accepting the flower.

"Wish me luck."

Clarke walked the steps of the stairs leading to rooms upstairs and easily navigated herself to the one she remembers that belonged to Lexa from her last visit.

She gently knocking on the door respectfully and waited calmly for a response. After a couple of minutes when she didn't hear anything on the other side, Clarke cautiously opened the door and walked into an surprisingly empty room.

"Lexa?" Clarke calls out and walks in further eyes darting around the room in it's entirety for the brunette.

Once she concluded that the heiress wasn't there, she started to trudged dejectedly back towards the door to find Lincoln and question him on the whereabouts of Lexa until she heard light gush of wind from the slight jar of the tall white framed window.

Knitting her eyebrows, Clarke walks slowly towards the window sill pushing it out wider and stretch her neck as long as she could to scan the exterior of this massive house not knowing what she would find.

Looking to the right of her, she sees a familiar body tentatively walking on the ridge of the second level roof. Without thinking she calls out to Lexa with shock laced in her voice.

"Lexa!"

Clarke watched in slow motion as Lexa shoulder's jumped at the unexpected sound of her name catching her off guard. Clarke gasped as she immediately realizing what she had done. The brunette completely lost her footing as she started to feel herself slipping, falling on her hard side and then sliding on the steep of second level roof until she reached edge of the house. Luckily the brunette had amazing reflexes and Lexa quickly reacted by grabbing on tightly to the corner of the gutters near the eave of the house holding on for dear life.

"Christ, Lexa!" Clarke cried out watching in sheer horror as Lexa barely holding on to the roof, her body dangling, trying not to fall almost twenty feet to the hard concrete below her.

"Clarke?" Lexa asked tightening her grip as she tried to get a glimpse of the blonde above her.

"Hang on." Clarke told her as she moves to step onto the roof to assist her.

"Clarke, wait!" Lexa said halting the blonde's movement fearing Clarke will suffer the same fate, the roof was pretty steep. "I think I can swing myself to the other side of the roof, it's more leveled out then this one."

Clarke looked down to the spot that Lexa was talking about. It was far but not impossible. She can probably make it but Clarke was worried about Lexa landing on her leg.

"Lexa, I don't think you're..."

Clarke's apprehension of Lexa's plan was interrupted when she heard a loud thud hit the roof as Lexa didn't wait for the blonde's approval.

"Are you insane?" Clarke asked angrily when Lexa didn't even hesitate to toss her body carelessly against the other side of the house landing on her front though she was slightly relieved that the brunette didn't land her leg.

"I made it." Lexa shrugged her shoulder's at the blonde as she stood up steadily dusting herself off.

"What were you doing on the roof in the first place?" Clarke questioned scoldingly.

"I was contemplating jumping off." Lexa replied dryly.

"What?" Clarke asked shocked.

"Kidding." Lexa said. "I couldn't take anymore of everyone's sympathetic looks and their empty sorry's . I was just trying to escape the house without anyone noticing me. I've climbed these roofs before."

Clarke sighed in frustration.

"You are going to give me a heart attack one..." Clarke stopped herself once she realized what she was saying. She can see Lexa tense beneath her. "Lexa...I'm sorry...I wasn't thinking..."

"It's fine." Lexa said with a dull voice cutting her off.

There was an painful silence as she paused for a moment not knowing what to say.

"You're bleeding." Clarke points as she spots the blood trail on the brunette's arm.

Lexa grimaced a little as she finally felt a small pain on her arm and noticed she was bleeding from a cut she managed to get while sliding on the roof.

"Stay there." Clarke demands once again when she noticed the wound the brunette was sporting looked really bad and retreats back into the brunette's room.

Clarke stops and pokes her head out the window again when she hears movement below her and watched as Lexa once again ignoring her words and climbed impressively down the side of the house until she was safely on the ground.

Clarke rolled her eyes.

"Unbelievable." She mutters to herself as she shake her head in disappointment of how reckless Lexa was being though she doesn't know why it still surprises her.

"You came." Lexa stated with a hint of a smile on her face as she looks up adoringly at the blonde.

"Of course." Clarke face soften. "I came as soon as I heard."

"I'm glad." Lexa nodded.

"I'm coming down. Seriously, don't go anywhere." Clarke warned throwing her a threatening gaze for good measure.

"I promise." Lexa replied held her hand up in submission.

Clarke walked into Lexa's bathroom searching for a first kit or something she can use to cleans the brunette's wound before running downstairs.

Just as she hits the last step her mother walks up to intercept her.

"Clarke, where have you been?" Abby asked blocking her daughter's way, who seemed to be in a rush. "And why do you have bandaids and gauzes in your hands? Is someone hurt?"

"It's minor. Don't worry about it. I have to go." Clarke told her quickly walking around her.

"Wait, I want you to meet someone." Abby pointed at the man behind her.

Clarke looked at the handsome man she had not noticed standing next to her mother the whole time with utter disbelief. She quickly understood what her mother was trying to do. Ever since Lexa came to see her in California, she has been acting strangely. She can't believe how tactless her mother was being in a time so sensitive like this.

"Really?" Clarke gaped at her mother looking at her incredulously.

"What? He is in the creative and design department and I was telling him how much you like to draw." Abby replied innocently.

"This is so wildly inappropriate." Clarke tells her furiously with a harsh whisper not wanting to cause a scene.

"Okay, you're right. I'll get his number for you."

Clarke harden her stare at her mother before turning her attention to man who was standing awkwardly next to her mother.

"I'm not interested. And I'm sorry about my mother." Clarke told him bluntly.

"Clarke!" Abby chastised her daughter for her rudeness and smile apologetically to him for Clarke's behavior.

"I really have to go." Clarke told her making her way towards the exit to find Lexa, not having the patience for this.

With determination on her face, Clarke managed an escape before her mother could stop her and navigate through everyone to the front entrance.

When she feels a bit of relief pass through her body as the fresh air hit her face. Her eyes immediately searches for the Lexa hoping the brunette heed her warning and waited for her.

"Clarke."

The blonde whirled to her right at the sound of her name and sees Lexa step out of the shadow that kept her hidden. She didn't hesitate to close the space between them.

"Give me your arm." Clarke softly commands her.

Lexa silently obliges bloody arm to the blonde who immediately begins to cleans her wound as she stood silently. It never disappoints her how her body suddenly feels calm just being around the blonde. Before she was terrified how much Clarke effects her but now she's terrified that of losing that. More so now then ever.

She lost Gustus.

Now her grandmother.

She almost lost Clarke.

"All done." Clarke whispered when she finished looking up into Lexa's despairing green eyes. They looked so empty and lost. They were slight bags under her eyes and she looked tired. Like she hasn't been able to sleep. She wanted nothing more to make all the brunette's sadness disappear. She felt a painful sting in her heart to see Lexa so hopeless.

"Lexa...I'm sorry about your grandmother. I know how much she meant to you." Clarke told her looking at her with caring eyes.

"I can't believe she's gone." Lexa replied with dullness in her voice.

The overwhelming sense to comfort the brunette hits her as Clarke impulsively leans and wraps her arms around the brunette and feels the tension in Lexa's body instantly relax in her embrace. She sighs contently when she feels Lexa's arm on her waist pull her in tighter flushing their bodies together as if they were one.

"I feel like a living a bad dream." Lexa's words were faint the she barely heard her.

"It's okay. I'm here for you." Clarke told her softly.

Lexa reluctantly pulls away so she can look at those beautiful blue eyes that she always seems to lose herself in.

"Will you come with me?" Lexa asked cupping her cheek gently.

"Where?" Clarke asks in return. She was shock but thankful that Lexa was actually inviting her instead of closing up and pushing her away.

"Anywhere but here." Lexa responds grimly.

Clarke nods her head before Lexa intertwines their hands leading her to the Aston Martin she had Lincoln pull out for her earlier.

"Wait. I'll drive." Clarke stops Lexa's hand as she reached to open the passenger door for her.

"Clarke..." Lexa said with hesitation.

No one has ever drove this car besides her. She has never allowed anyone to drive any of her cars.

"Please, Lexa. You are in no state to drive. Please." Clarke pleaded with her placing a calm hand on her cheek.

Lexa stares into her eyes seeing the blonde's worries and gives her a small nod handing over her keys.

"Thank you." Clarke smiles that it took less convincing then she thought. She can see that Lexa was taking small steps in trying to trust her.

Lexa calmly takes her seat in the foreign passenger side waiting for the blonde get in on the other side.

"Okay." Clarke sighs as she settles in her own seat and starts the engine only to fail. "What is going on?"

Clarke scrunches up her face in confusion as she tries again and getting the same disappointing results.

Lexa looked at her slightly amused as the blonde huffed in frustration. "Do you know how to drive a stick, Clarke?"

"Um..." Clarke bits her lip in embarrassment.

Lexa couldn't help but look adoringly at the blonde who had a slight blush on her face.

"I'll take us safety down the road and I'll teach you." Lexa said unbuckling her seat belt.

"Clutch first." Lexa told her watching as Clarke carefully listens to her instructions.

"Clutch is down." Clarke declared.

"Okay turn the ignition on."

Clarke did as she was told sighing in relief as she hears the soft roar of the engine.

Luckily for Lexa that Clarke was a fast learner and pretty much got the hang of it on her first try. She was a little anxious seating sideline in her own car but she wasn't going to deny that she found the blonde extremely attractive driving her car. The blonde eyes were pensive and focused on the road.

"I'm glad that you had a chance to meet her." Lexa broke the silence once she was completely comfortable with the blonde's driving finally able to relax in her seat a little.

"Me too." Clarke simply replied stealing a glance at the brunette for the first time since the drive. "When my dad died I sneaked out too."

"Where did you go?" Lexa inquired.

"Just like you, I didn't care. I drove to nowhere. I just needed time to myself." Clarke replied.

"I'm not by myself." Lexa pointed out.

"No, you are surprisingly more welcoming of other people's help then I was." Clarke commented.

"Not anyone's. Only yours." Lexa counters.

Clarke heart flutters at the brunette's sweet sentiment.

"It was hard. I was an emotional wreak and pushed a lot of people away. Good friends away. I became angry. I actually blamed my mom for allowing him to fly that day." Clarke regretfully reminisces.

"How you get through it?"

"There wasn't like a big moment or anything. It just slowly gets less painful as the each day passes by. Time. It takes time. You'll never stop missing them but you start remembering the good times you shared with them instead of being angry that they're gone." It was the first time Clarke spoke so freely about the hardest time in her life. It was the first time her voice didn't crack when talking about her dad.

"I'm not angry. I'm not anything. I feel like a big part of me is gone. There's just this emptiness inside me now."

"That...that doesn't change. That feeling is alway going to be there. It's how to cope with it." Clarke told her thinking about her dad.

Lexa hummed in understanding before looking out the window watching the beautiful scenery passing by.

Moments passed before Clarke looked over and saw Lexa looking deep in thought.

"When I was little my dad use to take me camping. Just the two of us. We went to Big Bear mountain in the summer. It was one of the fondness memories of have of him. I remember him teaching me how to fish which was not easy. I somehow got the line wrapped on my neck and the worm on the hook had somehow manage to crawl down my chest."

Lexa lets out a small laugh.

Clarke smiles at the memory. "I freaked out. Not a good idea and my dad had to calm me down. He was more worried about the fishing line choking me then the slimy worm crawling underneath my clothes."

"My grandmother bought me my first bra." Lexa started.

Hours of driving fading into the night without any real destination, Clarke and Lexa exchange good hearted stories of their lost ones. It was as the car was their protective bubble and nothing could hurt them. Both girls were as honestly raw with each other, baring their souls to one another, not afraid to be their true self. They both listen to each other without judgment or false sympathy or pity. Secrets they kept from everyone flow so easily to each other. It was nice to be able to share untold stories with each other. When they ran out of words to say, they sat in comfortable silence just enjoying the warmth that they both provided to each other. Just the simplicity of driving together with overwhelming intimate in itself.

For the first time since her grandmother died, Lexa felt like she was finally able to breathe.

For the first time since her father died, Clarke felt that emptiness that was once there was finally began to disappear. Like her wound was beginning to heal.

The were healing each other.

Clarke looks to her right when she hears soft snoring and lip tug into a smile when she sees exhaustion ultimately overcome the brunette's body as she fell into a relax slumber. Clarke was content of letting Lexa sleep knowing that the brunette was depriving herself from some much needed rest. A peaceful expression overcame the brunette's elegant face.

"I love you, Clarke." Lexa mumbled in her sleep.

Clarke heart races as a surge of emotion ripples through her body of how raw and honest it sounded when the brunette said those words unconsciously.

"I love you, too." Clarke replies through a breathy whisper.

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