A/N: I know, it's been a while. But I'm finished college now so hopefully I can update way more.

"Hey there, Cyborg. Shouldn't you be asleep."

Lexa's eyes quickly jumped to Clarke who was leaning against the doorframe, a little grin on her face.

"Clarke," Lexa greeted. "I'm not really tired. I thought you would have gone home by now."

"I was going to but I could go coffee." Clarke slowly walked into the room, resting her hands on the handles of Lexa's wheelchair. "Do you want to go for a walk? Get some coffee with me? Decaf, it's a little too late for caffeine."

"A walk?" Lexa raised her eyebrows, looking down at her injured leg.

"Ok, poor choice of words." Clarke chuckled, nodding down at Lexa's wheelchair. "You must be fed up is this room, you've been cooped up in here for a week."

"It is pretty boring."

Clarke grins triumphantly, a grin Lexa would expect from a teenager not from a top surgeon. "Come on then, let's go for a joyride."

"Do you always treat your patients like this?"

"Only the ones I like," Clarke offered Lexa her arm, helping her sit up before sliding it around her waist, lifting her up until she was standing on her good foot then pivoted her around to sit down on the wheelchair. She them lifted up Lexa's bad leg, setting it on the support, looking up at Lexa through her eyelashes. "So, no."

"What's the coffee like here?"

"Crap. Overly fermented, probably been lying for hours." Clarke answered truthfully, attempting to wheel Lexa out of the room but Lexa's hands on the wheels stopped her.

"My arms still work, doc."

Clarke held up her hands in defense, motioning towards the door. "After you, miss Woods."

Lexa rolled herself out of the room, Clarke following closely behind her.

"How has your day been?" Clarke questioned, jamming her finger against the down button, leaning her shoulder against the wall as they waited.

"Boring." Lexa sighed, rolling herself into the elevators when the doors opened.

"You will be going to physiotherapy soon, right?" Clarke asked, hitting the 'L' button. "It's critical to get people with an injury like yours back on their feet as soon as possible."

Lexa nodded. "Will it be your friend from the car or that Lincoln guy who has been coming to see me?"

"It probably won't be Raven, no. You will require a lot of support for the first couple of weeks and Raven is in no position to help you out like that, not with her shoulder." Clarke leant back against the wall of the elevator. "But I can assure you that Lincoln is almost as good."

"How long are you going to have your arm in a sling?"

"Couple of weeks," Clarke answered, monition for Lexa to leave when the doors opened on the ground floor. "I'm hoping to have it off within the next two weeks."

Clarke lead Lexa to the small cafe, motioning towards one of the empty tables. "What can I get you?"

"It's fine. I have money,"

"And I get a staff discount." Clarke countered, "Coffee? Decafe, and macaroni? It is decent, not rubbery."

Lexa nodded, "Sure."

Clarke took her purse out of her jacket pocket before setting it on the back of one of the chairs. "I'll be back in a sec."

Clarke strolled over to the counter, skipping the line of residents and visitors to order. "Two coffees, one decafe, and a macaroni." Clarke ordered, turning to Raven who was pouring milk into her coffee. "What are you still doing here?"

"Octavia's got called in, I said I would hang around and waiting until she was done." Raven answered, turning to lean against the counter, nodding over towards Lexa. "Are you hanging out with that girl?"

"Yeah,"

"She's pretty," Raven commented with a smirk, making Clarke roll her eyes.

"So, you love Octavia, huh?" Clarke teased, she had been waiting for the perfect time to use this to tease Raven, gaining a glare from Raven.

"Bite me, Griffin." Raven huffed, taking a large gulp of her coffee, releasing a satisfied sigh. "Man, I'm exhausted."

"Doc, your order."

Clarke grabbed the cup holder the barista was holding out to her before realising she didn't have any other hand to get the plate.

"I think we've got a problem here, doc." The boy behind the counter commented.

"Yes, Jackson, I see that." Clarke arched her eyebrows at the boy, effectively wiping the smile off her face.

"I got it," Raven set her coffee on the counter and grabbed the plate with her good arm.

"You should been getting that off soon, right?" Clarke nodded to Raven's sling. "It's been a week."

"You're the doctor, Griffin, you tell me." Raven commented, setting the plate down in front of Lexa, smiling at the woman. "I heard Lincoln mention that you're getting out tomorrow."

"Yeah. But I've to come back three times a week for physiotherapy."

"Lincoln is a good therapist, he will look after you." Raven smiled, patting Clarke's shoulder. "If you see Octavia tell her I'm waiting in the car."

"Will do." Clarke nodded once, sitting down beside Lexa. "You did tell me you were getting out,"

"I only found out today," Lexa answered, pulling Clarke's coffee out of the holder and handing it to her.

"Who am I supposed to waste my with?"

"I'm sure you will find someone else," Lexa said with a little grin, taking a mouth full of the macaroni.

"What kind of girl do you take me for?" Clarke gasped playfully.

Lexa laughed, poking her fork into a few pieces of pasta. "Doctor Lincoln said I should be good to get out of this chair in about two months. But I need surgery to get this thing off, right?"

Clarke nodded, swallowing the mouth full of coffee. "Yeah but that's not a big deal. It takes about an hour, removing a few screws. Wrap up the wounds. You will be back in here for a while, until the the wounds heal, then we will cast your leg and you will walk out of here on crutches."

"Will you be back doing surgeries at that point?"

"I will be," Clarke nodded once, smiling over at Lexa as she ran her finger around the rim of her cup. "Why, miss Woods? Would you like little ol' me to do your surgery?"

"Don't be an asshole." Lexa huffed, smiling as she rolled her eyes.

"I can do your surgery, if you want me too?"

"I do."

"No problem, once we know when you can have surgery I will sort that out." Clarke assured, glancing around the small cafe.

"What's that?" Lexa asked, nodding to the necklace Clarke was rubbing in between her thumb and forefinger.

"Hum?" Clarke pulled her attention away from Jasper and Maya to look back at Lexa, looking down at her hand when Lexa motioned down to it again. "Oh, I had this patient a few months back. Cute little guy, blonde hair, blue eyes, right little heart breaker, and he knew, too. He was always so happy, flirted with everyone, me, Maya, Monroe, Octavia. He was charming, had all of us swooning a little."

"Why was he here?"

"Brain tumour. And through everything he kept his cute little smile and charming attitude. Once all his hair started falling out he started calling himself Magneto." Clarke explained with a sad chuckle, a chuckle that told Lexa this wasn't a happy story. "He didn't make it, he fought, though. Two days before he died I went to check up on him and he opened with his usual 'good morning, doctor princess', he was adamant I was a Disney princess, and he gave me this." Clarke held up the little silver pendant about the size of a quarter that had the head of Aurora on it. "His mom said he spent five dollars in quarters trying to get Aurora from a gum ball machine. I guess I can't really bring myself to get rid of it just yet."

"Why do you feel like you have to?" Lexa asked, reaching out to take ahold of the pendent, running her thumb over Aurora's face.

"I'm a doctor, I'm not supposed to get attached to patients."

"You're human, too, you know?" Lexa laughed, dropping the pendent and picking up her fork again. "Some people just worm their way under your skin and you can't seem to shake them."

"Has it ever happened to you?"

"Of course. I work with the special victims unit at the local station. At least ninety percent of the cases I take are abused kids or something along those lines." Lexa shrugged. "They get to you sometimes, and I hurts if things don't work out for them." Lexa licked her lips, frowning thoughtfully. "I don't think that ever goes away."

"Surely you eventually become... Desensitised to it all."

Lexa laughed at that, shaking her head at Clarke. "This isn't some B-list horror movie, doc, these are people. You get attached, it happens, you can't prevent that."

Clarke hummed, draining the remainder of her coffee.

"Was he the first one you got attached too?"

"The first since I became a doctor but when I was doing my residency there was this teenage girl, she was going through chemo. Met a boy down there, too, it was fucking cute."

"What happened?"

"She survived. Both of them did. The last I heard they were still together." Clarke smiled. "And I didn't know you worked in special victims unit?"

"Yeah, it was something that I always wanted to do, help people, vulnerable kids, mostly." Lexa shrugged nonchalantly. "I want to help kids who have been written off by everyone else."

Clarke smiled softly at that, her eyes running over Lexa's still slightly bruised and cut up face.

Lexa glanced up at Clarke when she didn't say anything, doing a double take when she noticed the woman staring at her. "What?"

Clarke shook her head, startling when someone touched her shoulder.

"Well, look at you two. Best buddies."

"Hey, O." Clarke said with a roll of her eyes. "What're you doing here at this time?"

"One of the patients up on the pschy ward is having a tough time, would only talk to me." Octavia glanced briefly over at Lexa. "You know how it is."

"Raven told me to tell you that she will be waiting for you in the car." Clarke commented, tilting her head back to pout up at Octavia. "It's cute, how you guys can't spend more than a few hours apart."

Octavia's sweet, and also fake, smile didn't falter at Clarke's teasing. "Oh, don't even get me started, Griffin."

"You'd better go, wouldn't want to keep Raven waiting."

"Right." Octavia agreed, smiling over at Lexa. "You kids have fun now."

"She seems to come away from that crash pretty unscathed." Lexa commented as they both watched her leave.

"Mm, she was in the opposite side of the car."

"Griffin, didn't I tell you to head home." Clarke sighed at the voice, resting her forehead against her fist.

"I just wanted to have a coffee, Kane."

"I'm ordering you to go home. You work too much as is,"

Clarke sighed, lifting her eyes to look at Kane. "Of course, sir, I will head home right away."

"And take tomorrow off, ok? I don't want you to set foot in this hospital tomorrow." The man ordered. "Jeez, Griffin, you were in a car crash and you still insist on spending twelve hours in this place."

"What can I say? This place is like a home to me."

Kane levelled Clarke with a glare. "Take off, Griffin."

"Yes, sir." Clarke nodded, rolling her eyes at the pointed look Kane gave her before her turned to leave.

"He seems... Like an asshole."

"You have no idea." Clarke sighed as she stood up, grabbing her jacket from the back of her chair. "Looks like I won't be seeing you before you leave."

"I'll be back for physiotherapy at the weekend."

"Then I will probably see you then." Clarke motioning towards the elevators. "Do you need me to walk you back?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks," Lexa smiled, nodding down towards the food on the table. "For everything."

"No problem." Clarke nodded, digging out her phone. "I'm gonna call Raven to make sure they haven't left. Good luck with physiotherapy, ok? I will try and come down and see you."

"I look forward to it,"

Clarke pulled up Raven's number and hit the call button, flashing Lexa one last smile before heading towards the exit.

"Yes, we have left." Was how Raven answered her called.

"Then can you come back? Kane ordered me to go home."

"Babe, turn back, Clarke needs a ride."

"Fine. But only because this is her car,"

Raven laughed at that, "We are coming back."

"Ok, thanks."

"So, Kane cut your little date with Lexa short?"

"It wasn't a date."

"What'd she say?" Octavia asked. "Put her on speaker."

"She said it wasn't a date," Raven answered, drawing a loud, condescending laugh from Octavia.

"Yeah right, she was staring at her like a awe struck teenager when I came over."

"Oh, shut up." Clarke huffed, leaning against the wall beside the exit. "I'm waiting outside."

"Hey, no judgement, she's hot. Probably, I haven't seen her without that bruised face."

"Not every one is as shallow as you are, Raven."

"Hey, I am not just with Octavia because of her looks," Raven defended. "Those are just a bonus."

"Aw, babe."

Clarke rolled her eyes at the way Octavia gushed, rolling her eyes even hard when she heard a wet smack. "Really guys? If you total my car because you could wait to get home to kiss each other there will be trouble."

"Someone needs to get laid." Octavia sang in a sing song voice just as she pulled up in front of Clarke.

Clarke hung up the phone, stuffing it into her pocket as she got into the car, buckling herself in and looking up to see Raven and Octavia blinking sweetly back at her. "What?"

"Did Kane interrupt you wittle date?" Raven asked with a mocking pout.

"Didn't you get to kiss her goodnight?" Octavia added, the same pout on her lips.

"It wasn't like that. She hasn't had a visitor all week, I thought maybe she could use someone to talk to." Clarke shrugged.

"I'm sure." Octavia grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at Clarke before she turned around.

"What did Kane say?" Raven asked, resting her chin on the chair, looking back at Clarke while Octavia pulled away from the curb.

"He told me to 'take off'," Clarke put on her best Kane voice, drawing a chuckle from her friends.

"I heard he is moving hospital. Somewhere on the west coast." Octavia said, one hand remaining on the wheel while her other hand slid over Raven's leg to the inside of her thigh, just above her knee.

"Thank god, guys an asshole." Clarke groaned and Raven hummed. "I'm not allowed to set foot in the hospital tomorrow."

"Which is a good thing, you need to have a rest."

Clarke tutted, "You sound just like Kane."

"Maybe you should go see you mom." Raven suggested.

"Yeah, she called this morning." Octavia added. "She was mad that she had to find out about your accident from Bellamy."

"Maybe if she didn't throw me out when I started dating a girl and then, whenever I do see her, all she goes on about finding a 'nice guy', like the fact that I told her I was bi is completely irrelevant to her. Maybe then I would feel more comfortable going and visiting her."

"I thought you were both over that?" Raven frowned.

"We are,"

"Clearly." Raven chuckled, turning around in her seat.

So she wasn't over it, but could you really blame her? She was homeless for a few days, she was sleeping on Raven's floor, not sure when Raven's mom was going to kick her out. The only reason her mom actually took her back was because 'the neighbours were talking'. That wasn't something that was easily forgotten.