Anya heard the soft sound of shell casings falling on concrete and knew that they were practicing on the roof. When she and Bellamy had gone out looking for wood for the fire, Anya found a nice long branch to work her dagger with. She sat with her back to everyone, looking out the door at her father's truck. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think of her father. She closes her eyes tight, trying not to think of what he would think of her now. She's not quick enough to block the thoughts, and they start flooding her mind. After their dad had died, Anya tried her hardest to take care of Lexa. She really did. But Lexa had still suffered losses. Her mother. Her father. Costia.

Right out of high school, a month and a half after their father had passed, Anya had gotten hired at a factory that paid good money. At least, good considering she was fresh out of high school. She worked nights so Lexa could go to a soccer seminar in Malibu and train. She worked so hard to give Lexa the life she couldn't have.

Coach had the team playing a scrimmage game one afternoon, the ground still muddy. It wasn't the first time they had played in mud, so they were used to it. Anya was on the Varsity team, while Lexa was on the JV team, playing on the next field. Anya was dribbling the ball down the field when another player came up behind her and tried to kick it from under her. Instead of kicking the ball, Anya thought she'd be slick and toss the ball in the air and switch directions. Her foot launched the ball into the air and she twisted on her foot, but she had too much momentum and it threw her in another direction, twisting her ankle. And soon enough, the other player was tripping over her ankle and sending them both to the ground.

It was almost as though the air was ripped from her lungs from the force of the fall. She couldn't breathe. "Bring her knees to her chest!" She heard someone yell. She felt someone grab her right leg, bending her knee and bringing it up to her chest. Another tried doing the same to her left and Anya let out a loud gasp in pain. "She's hurt, don't touch her leg!" Another girl, Echo, exclaimed. When Anya finally caught her breath, Echo and the Coach helped her into the locker room.

"What the hell happened to her?" Lexa exclaims to a doctor in the ER an hour later. "It looks like she slipped and another player went down with her. Her ankle is severely fractured, it's a miracle it's not a complete break." She says. "She won't be playing for the rest of the season." She says. "Are you sure?" A bearded man behind Lexa asks. "We're sorry, Lieutenant Woods." She says, and excuses herself to check on another patient.

It was three months later, in the beginning of May, when the doorbell rang. Anya thinks that if she never opened the door, she would've never gotten the news. About a month after Anya's injury, their father had been deployed for six months. Anya opened the door, expecting Tristan, or Echo, or even Raven to be standing at the door. But she never expected to see the General and Staff Sergeant to be standing at her door, her father's blues uniform hat in their hands.

"No…" Anya whispers. "No… This is some joke right?" She asks, tears already forming in her eyes. "Right?!" She exclaims when the two men at her door are silent. "We're sorry to inform you that your father will not be returning home." Staff Sergeant Miller says softly. "His body should arrive in the States at 1700 hours tomorrow." He says. Anya sobs into her hands.

"Anya, what's going on?" A voice asks from down the hall. Anya turns to see Lexa standing in the middle of the hall, Clarke standing behind her. Lexa notices who's standing at the door, and the hat their holding. "No." She whispers. Soon, Lexa is in the same state as her sister, with Clarke holding her in her arms. The two Marines leave after delivering their message, giving Anya the hat and certificate of death for her father.

"Hey…" A voice whispers. A hand comes down on Anya's shoulder and the blonde doesn't even realize she's crying until Raven is wiping her tears. "It's okay." She whispers. They're silent for a few minutes, Raven holding Anya in her arms. "If I hadn't slipped that day in practice, I would've kept my scholarship." Anya whispers. "I would've gotten picked up by the national team, and Lexa wouldn't have had to know I struggled to keep her happy." She says, shaking her head slightly. "Lexa did just fine." Raven says softly, rubbing her girlfriend's back.

"Plus, we wouldn't have gotten together." She says, making Anya smile softly in return. "I would've come back for you." Anya says softly. "I hadn't taken my eyes off you since your sophomore year." Anya says, looking into the younger girl's eyes. They're silent for a few more minutes until Anya pulls out of the younger girl's embrace and wraps her arms around her, pulling the younger girl to lay on top of her in her arms. Soon enough, the two girls are sleeping.

On the roof, Lexa and Clarke were lying on the blanket they had brought with them, looking up at the stars. Clarke was pointing out the different constellations and telling small jokes and stories when Lexa sat up quickly. "What?" Clarke asks. "Do you hear that?" Lexa asks before standing up and grabbing her automatic rifle and heading to the edge of the roof. Clarke followed the brunette to the edge and heard it. An engine rumbling close by. Lexa peered through the scope, aiming at the small Blazer racing through the dirt road, almost two miles away.

Lexa focused in on it to get a better look. "Wait a second." She mumbles. A faded green blazer? She only knew of one other person to own a car like that. "Clarke get me that flashlight, and go get Anya." Lexa says. "I know who that is." She smiles slightly. Clarke runs down two flights of stairs to find Anya and Raven cuddled up under a blanket. "Anya." Clarke says hurriedly, shaking the older girl. "What?" Anya snaps, her eyes still closed. "Lexa needs you on the roof." Clarke says, but as soon as the words "Lexa needs you" are out of her mouth, Anya is sitting up and pushing herself off the floor to run up the stairs.

"What's going on?!" Anya exclaims when she opens the door to the roof. Lexa turns around. "It's Echo, she made it out of La Mesa." Lexa says. Anya takes the gun and peers through the scope. "What should we do?" Lexa asks. "Get her attention." Anya says, handing her sister back the weapon. Lexa waved the flashlight and Clarke yelled to get her attention when she got closer. The Blazer that was flying down the dirt road slows down before stopping. After a few seconds, the headlights turn towards the abandoned school and start approaching.

"I thought you were dead!" Are the first words out of Echo's mouth as she wraps her arms tightly around Anya's neck. Anya chuckles and wraps her arms around the brunette's torso "It's good to see you too Echo." She laughs. "How did you guys survive?" Echo asks, pulling away from Anya and they walk in the abandoned school, locking the doors behind them. "The army came and put up a barbed wire fence, said it was for our own good." Anya scoffs. "They locked us away and then retreated, left us to die." Anya says, sitting in a chair and uncapping another bottle of El Jimador.

"How did you survive?" Lexa asks, sitting next to the older brunette. Echo reaches over and hugs the younger girl tightly. "Hey kiddo." She smiles. "And we almost didn't." Echo says, looking up and taking the bottle from her best friend and taking a few sips of the alcohol before handing it back. "I was with Lincoln when the government came through." She says, making everyone in the room look up. "We were in the house, getting ready to leave when the lights cut off. We saw the soldiers run past the window and we hid in that trap door he's got under the rug in his bedroom." She says. "Why hide?" Octavia asks. "They would've brought you to the compound, you would've been safe." She says.

Echo shakes her head and takes a deep breath. "You don't get it." She says. "They weren't just killing the infected. They were killing everybody." She says. "Innocent people who would've survived." Echo says, looking down at her hands. "Where's Lincoln now?" Bellamy asks. "I don't know, we got separated a couple days ago. I was hoping he'd be with you guys." She says. "He was headed towards the house in Houston. He told me if we were to get separated to go there." Echo says.

"Lex, you're driving again tomorrow. You better get some sleep." Anya says, tossing her sister a blanket and sleeping bag they brought from the house. Lexa just nods, before leaving for another room. She walks in and throws her things on the floor when she hears a noise. "Oh, hey." A voice mumbles and a head of blonde hair peaks through the blanket. "Clarke, I didn't know you were in here already." She says softly. "I'll go back in the other room." She mumbles and goes to pick up her sleeping bag when a hand reaches out. "No," Clarke whispers. "Stay." She says, looking up at the brunette. "It's been a long day."

"Hey Lexa?" Clarke whispers, hoping the brunette was still awake. "Yeah?" She asks. Lexa was lying on her stomach a few feet away, drifting in and out of consciousness. "Can you come lay with me?" Clarke asks softly. Lexa doesn't say a word, but she sits up and moves her pillow and sleeping, closing the distance between them. She lied back down next to the blonde and extends her arm out, knowing her friend wanted to be embraced. Clarke wrapped her arm around Lexa's waist and pulled her in. "Thank you." She whispered after a few minutes. "Anytime." Lexa whispers back.

They don't talk about the kiss. They don't talk about what it means. Because they don't want to complicate the situation any more than they need right now. For now they were content. Anything else that would happen, would have to happen in Houston.


Okay, to clear some things up, because I re-read the chapters I currently have written and I'm a little confused at myself. ( and so you guys know the age gaps and things like that, here; )

Anya is 24.
Lincoln (when he comes in), 23.
Echo, 24.
Bellamy, 23.
Lexa, 21.
Clarke, 20.
Raven, 21.
Octavia, 20.

Anya and Lexa's father died when Anya was 19/Lexa was 15 (right before Anya graduated from high school). If there's any questions, feel free to pm me or leave a review.