The following morning Lexa sighed when her mobile alarm went off at 9am. She didn't get a goodnight sleep; seeing that traumatised look in Clarke's eyes surfaced a dark past that the brunette had tried to bury for almost a decade.

After doing the morning routine of scrubbing her face and brushing her teeth, she got dressed and made her way downstairs. She wasn't surprised that she didn't see any of the Griffin ladies.

Lexa heard Abby came in at 6;45 am this morning, she fought back the urge to go talk with the older woman about Clarke, but decided against it thinking how tired she must have been after her 12 hour shift.

The brunette walked into the kitchen, immediately noticing an envelope with "Lexa" written on it.

She walked over the breakfast counter and picked it up. There was a note and $200, $50 more than Lexa expected. She started to read the note.

Hi, Lexa

I really appreciate you looking after Clarke last night. Please help yourself to the kitchen for breakfast.

I'll see you same time as yesterday.

Many Thanks

Abby

Lexa smiled at note, Mrs Griffin was a kind and generous woman.

The brunette started to think, whether she should talk to the older woman about Clarke, after all it wasn't any of her business.

Closing her eyes and tilting her head back, she started to picture that scared look on the blonde's face. She released a defeated sigh when she re-opened them; of course she was going to talk to Abby. Lexa knew all too well how Clarke must be feeling, and right now the blonde was not really dealing with her issues well, in fact she was letting them eat away at her from the inside.

Lexa left the Griffin household. She made her way to her car; just as she was pulling out of the drive, she glanced at the house, quickly noticing the blinds moving from one of the upper bedrooms.

A faint knocking sound was heard by Abby whilst she was making her lunch in the kitchen; she made her way out, her head tilting trying to find out where the noise came from.

As she made her way through the house, she heard it again. It was the front door. The doctor looked through the peep hole and saw Lexa on her doorstep. She quickly opened the door.

"Lexa? You're early."

"I wanted to talk to before you went to work; if you have time?" Lexa replied

"Of course, come in. Is everything okay?"" Concern was obvious in the older woman's voice. Lexa walked into the Griffin household, before Abby closed the door.

"Not really. I mean you can totally tell me to mind my own business but it's Clarke, I'm worried about her" The brunette broke her eye contact from Abby's; feeling like she was walking on eggshells.

There was a moment of silent. A lump had formed in the Doctor's mouth.

"Did she have one of her night terrors again? Clarke never mentioned anything" Abby walked into the living room, taking a seat on the couch.

Lexa followed the older woman, sitting opposite her. "again?" the brunette thought; not knowing the full extent of the younger girl's battle.

"Not that I know of; but she did have a mild panic attack, when the pizza guy rung the bell." Lexa answered

"She was downstairs?" Abby questioned curiously.

"Yes, we were going to watch a film, and eat pizza." Lexa voice was sort of robotic, not understanding why the doctor focused on that point.

The brunette could see Abby lost in her thoughts, the pain in her eyes was becoming more visible. Just as the younger girl was about to speak, she was cut off.

"Clarke hasn't exactly been the same since her father was taken from us. She used to be such a vibrant and happy child that was always out with her friends. But now she has isolated herself from the world, she hardly ever comes out of her dad's office. I've tried to get her to speak about it; even tried to make her go speak to someone else, but she refuses. She just bottles it all up. If I'm honest with you Lexa, I'm quite surprised Clarke wanted to watch a movie and eat pizza with you."

"I want to help Mrs Griffin, I just think she needs a friend." Lexa half smiled.

A grateful expression washed over Abby's face, she tried to hide the tears that filled up her eyes, but Lexa noticed them; prompting her to continue.

"I think you're already helping more than you think Lexa. One night here, and you've accomplished more than I have in six months." Abby huffed out a laugh; pinching the bridge of her nose, hating the feeling of being useless to her own daughter.

"Maybe she just needed someone that was new to her life. A fresh start maybe? " the brunette tried to sympathise with the older woman.

"A clean sheet." Abby weakly smiled. "Guess you're right, she even shut out Octavia."

"Octavia?" Lexa repeated

"Clarke's best friend since they were little. She keeps knocking to see her, but Clarke doesn't come out of her dad's office or if she is downstairs she runs away." Abby sighed.

Lexa's eyebrows creased, as she thought about what Abby had said. She keeps running away, when someone is at the door. But why?

"Are you okay, Lexa?" Abby questioned

"Hmm. Oh i'm sorry." The young brunette rushed of her tongue, realising she zoned out.

"I know you never signed up for this, so I'll understand if you want to spend your last free summer doing something else." Abby offered sincerely

"Noo, no,no,no" Lexa stuttered; she never intended to seem disinterest in the subject. "I want to be here, as long as that's okay with you and Clarke."

Abby smiled before letting out a small laugh.

"Of course it's okay with me, as for Clarke that's up to her. But in my opinion she seems to have become more of herself when she's around you; in less than 24 hours than she has with me in six months." The older woman was grateful; it might seem silly to get emotional over their daughter coming out of their room, but it was everything to Abby. Clarke had locked herself away, refusing to see any kind of doctor; it was nice to hear that maybe she can open up to someone after all.

It had been hours since Abby left for work, and there was still no sign of Clarke.

The brunette resided in the living on her laptop, she checked her email.

She smiled brightly when she saw an email from Harvard's accommodation officer; informing her of the building she will be staying in and her room allocation. There was link to a group chat; a way of fresher's to interact with other students in their buildings.

Lexa followed the link, quickly registering with her username LexaWoods98.

She was surprised by how many messages had been broadcasted on the website already, but one user caught her eye; username Imagination_Creates_Dreams.

Imagination_Creates_Dreams; "Come on, someone must be in room 18 (Adams House) , I don't want to be in a dorm on my own, that would suck."

Lexa cringed at the replies listed below.

$RichBoy$: "Well I can always come over and keep you company ;)"

Imagination_Creates_Dreams; "I don't do boys, you're barking up the wrong tree RichBoy."

$Richboy$: "Don't let my name fool you, I have a lot to offer :P"

Imagination_Creates_Dreams: "Your parents must be rich, because I can't think how you got into Harvard when you clearly only think with the wrong organ. Did they pay extra for them to accept you or what?"

Lexa laughed, loving the sass of this girl. $RichBoy$ never replied back.

The brunette opened a private message to Imagination_Creates_Dreams, and she felt nervous to write, her hands hovering over the keyboard, not knowing what to say. She only wrote hello, when she heard a creak upstairs.

"Clarke." Lexa mumbled to herself; realising she should actually make sure the girl was okay. She closed the laptop and placed it on the table in front of her, making her way to the stairs.

As she approached the stairs from the side; she could see the young girl, trying to tip toe down them.

Clarke hadn't notice the brunette yet. Lexa crossed her arms, as amusement washed over her features.

She waited for the brunette to make it on the last step before she said something.

"And the crowd goes wild, it was touch and go then, but Clarke Griffin made it!" Lexa shouted enthusiastically.

Clarke's heart skipped a beat, before it started pounding against her chest. She closed her eyes; feeling her cheeks overcome with heat, turning them red.

"How long have you been standing there?" The blonde asked; without making contact with Lexa's green eyes.

"Long enough." The brunette smirked.

Sorry about the wait.

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