Octavia POV

Impatiently knocking at the door of the bathroom in the Blake-house, Harper let out a worried sigh. "Raven? We're here for you, okay? As long as it takes." The dark-blonde girl who always showed such a cool side was now really soft and supporting, including her voice. – "10 more minutes and I'm ripping the door off the inches", Octavia added with a more harsh voice and sat down next to Harper, who had leaned herself against the wall right in front of the bathroom before. Right after saying that, Harper ungently pushed her in the side and cut her a look. "You are really not helping with that", the dark-blonde formed with her lips but Octavia shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Octavia… It's so quiet in there." – "She's fine!" – "But…" – "Harper. You have no idea how many times people already locked themselves in this bath. Including me. They are always fine. Trust me for once." Octavia knew Raven long enough to be sure, that she was alright. She probably just needs time to overthink the situation. Facing Lexa like that was nothing that Raven intended to do, it just came out of nowhere when Anya challenged her and Lexa… well she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Plus Raven indeed started to care for Clarke. That is obvious. Maybe like a sister or something…That would explain her overreacted statement before.

"Where is she?" Bellamy came down the hallway and right behind him – Anya. "She locked herself in the bath", Harper informed them, pulling her legs closer to her body. "Let me get some tools so that we can rip the door off the inches", Bellamy suggested and Octavia smiled smugly at her brother. "Maybe you are really my brother. I mean I suggested the same but Harper preferred the old-fashioned way of just waiting here until she's ready." Bellamy and Octavia exchanged glances when Anya finally stepped forward, surprising the others with what she said. "Let me talk to her." Anya wants to talk to Raven? Well… Maybe she wants to apologize or something? Octavia wondered why. Anya was usually not the kind of girl who felt sorry for challenging or provoking others when she did it to protect Lexa.
"Come on, guys, listen to her", Bellamy said and reached for Harper's and Octavia's hands to help them get back on their feet. The fact that Anya, Lincoln and Bellamy were older than the others – they were all around 19 or 20 years old while the other three were already 23 or 24 – made Octavia feel like their decisions were usually the best and wisest one's… well… except for Bellamy's. Although he was her older brother, he was an idiot most of the times. "Aye, Chief", she joked and they went downstairs, leaving Anya alone in front of the door.

Raven POV

Knock knock. It was the 18th time now that somebody knocked on the door, but she did not feel like talking at all. She actually did not even feel like breathing anymore. 'Stuff your feelings, Raven Reyes, or else I will kick your ass until you get up again', she heard her sister's voice in her head. Costia.

If only she were here. But she is dead, Raven reminded herself. This thought hurt so much. Costia would never be by her side again. "You should be here, Costia", Raven whispered, looked at her reflection in the mirror and clenched her fists. "But you left me alone." You were the only one left from the whole family we once had. And what did you do? You LEFT. You promised you would stay with me. Her thoughts went on and on until the small girl lifted her fist and crashed it right into the mirror, which broke immediately and with a loud clashing noise into pieces.

"RAVEN! What the HELL are you doing in there?!" Anya? Still in a state of trance Raven turned around, opened the door and saw the older girl coming in. "Oh god, Raven, look at your hand, the blood… Damn." Oh…Raven did not recognize it until now but some of the mirror's pieces had cut into her hand and left 3 longer slashes on the back. "Let me help you", Anya went over and took care of the wounds, Raven did not even try to fight against her help. While she was doing that, Raven focused on the other girl's face. Her straight face, always cool, serious and reckless. Funny that I never realized how contrary her face and her hair are, she thought and tilted her head a bit. Anya's hair was a bit curly and dark on top, while the rest of the hair was lighter, like a burning flame. The hair was so playful and full of unspoken feelings. What a weird thought. Anyways…"I didn't mean to say all these things", Raven began but Anya shook her head to make her shut up. "Don't apologize", she said and stepped back, now that Raven's wounds were cleaned and dressed. "Help me, Anya", Raven begged surprisingly and buried her face in her hands. The older girl sat down next to the younger on the edge of the bathtub and took a deep breath.

"Reyes… If you really want my advice I need to be honest with you. I don't care about what you said to me, because all these things had nothing to do with me. But it's not the same with Lexa. She does care about all that. And I bet it hurt her. And Lexa means so much to me, I don't want her to be hurt anymore. You two need to talk about everything that happened the night Costia died." Anya's voice was emotionless but then she raised her hand and gently touched the younger girl's shoulder. Raven lifted her gaze and looked directly at Anya. At her brown and strong eyes. They kinda gave her the feeling that she would be able to talk to Lexa eventually. "You keep forgetting the fact that you are not the only one who lost Costia. Lexa lost her, too. Actually we all lost a friend", Anya added and finally stood up to leave the room. "You should stop trying to find somebody to blame. It was your sister's decision to drive that car." With these words she turned around and left Raven alone.

She is right. Probably because she is older and wiser. Or just not lead by her feelings. I lost my sister but Lexa… Lexa and Costia were so happy together. What if I treated her wrong all this time? An unpleasant feeling grew inside Raven's stomach – her guilty conscience. In this moment she finally came to a decision. She wanted to talk to Lexa, but she was unsure if the other girl would ever want to talk to her again.

Lexa POV

"Claaarke, he won't bite you, I promise. He is the friendliest horse I've ever met. Besides mine, that's for sure. Trust me." Lexa saddled up her own horse and grinned amused when she saw Clarke's try to brush the other horse's fur. Still not convinced, the blonde shook her head, stepped back again and eyed the big horse with growing skepticism. "I do trust you, Lexa, but that doesn't mean that I want to be killed by a horse." – "Seriously? You're definitely overreacting. I mean Jack didn't even move since you tied him up here." – "His name is Jack? Oh wonderful, I once knew a man called Jack and…" Lexa went over to Clarke and slowly hugged her from behind to make her stop talking. It worked. "Don't change the subject", the brunette whispered and recognized that Clarke's body immediately responded by making her heart beat faster. Clarke also got goosebumps on her arms. Lexa placed her head on Clarke's shoulder and smiled in a cute and somehow satisfied way while she grabbed Clarke's hand and moved it closer to the horse's nose. "Lexa…" – "Trust me." – "But…" – "Clarke. You rode your own horse back when you were Wanheda. Remember?"

It took Clarke some time to feel comfortable around these big creatures again, but Lexa was right. Jack was a friendly horse and he reminded Clarke of her own white horse – the one who helped her get away with the flame as soon as possible right after… right after Clarke found out what the commander's spirit really looked like. All this seemed to be so far away from where she was now... like an eternity ago.
Now she sat here in the saddle like a cowgirl and she was able to watch her Heda again – no… – she was able to watch Lexa – her Lexa, on a pretty normal day without any wars – gallop down the beach with her wild horse. It was a wonderful feeling to be around Lexa again. Nothing could be better than this. "Do you want to strike roots first or are you coming now?", Lexa shouted, turning her head back and smiled this breathtaking and cute smile. The same smile Clarke once saw in the City of Light. The same smile she saw before Lexa saved her by fighting against all these people who were under A.L.I.E.'s control.

I do not know why we got this second chance, but she is the best thing that has ever been mine, Clarke thought and smiled back. She then clicked her tongue once and Jack trotted after Honey.