It has been a few weeks since their brunch with Abby and Lexa and Clarke had settled into a nice little routine. Thursday night stayed their nights except that they now ended with hot sex, they still tried to squeeze in at least two lunch dates a week and of course they met with the clique whenever they could. I didn't always go as planned but they were both extremely busy with their jobs and they understood when the other had to cancel last minute. It sucked but they understood nonetheless.

When they told their friend they hadn't been surprised. Aside from the fact that Raven, Anya and Octavia had told just about everyone they knew, Lexa and Clarke hadn't been exactly subtle when they were just friends. And because no one had been surprised they were teased endlessly about how long it took them to realize that they had feelings for each other.

They hadn't told anyone what really happened that Thursday night so they let their friends believe that they had just fallen into bed and slept together.

Today is Saturday which meant that Clarke hadn't seen Lexa since Thursday night, which was cut short because a colleague of the blonde has asked her to take his morning shift the following day and she hadn't been able to say no.

The fact that she had to go to bed earlier meant that Lexa had told her that there would be no sex because once they started they wouldn't stop for hours to come, pun intended. It also meant that Clarke was horny, very horny and had been for days.

She couldn't wait for the end of her shift, to go home and wait for Lexa to have some great sex. Lexa had texted her earlier to ask if she should come over and help with 'preparations' for their friends night after her shift.

End of her shift was at six pm and her friends usually came around nine. That left them with circa two and a half hours to 'prepare'. Clarke could work with that.

What she forgot to consider in her careful planning was the fact that it was Saturday and that meant the ER was full of injured or ill people.

Just two hours before the end of her shift Clarke stood in the ER doing some long over-due paper work. She looked up when she saw something in her peripheral. It was a man around her age, clutching his hands to his chest. When she saw the blood pouring out between his fingers, she ran towards him.

"Maya, I need a stretcher and someone page Dr. Griffin!" Clarke shouted, she would probably need her mother's help.

Her heart was beating furiously in her chest, pumping out adrenaline with every beat. She welcomed the rush, it helped her focus on the problem at hand. In that case the man that was now lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

"Sir, can you hear me?" she asked him. His eyes were open but in Clarke's experience that didn't have to mean much. He didn't answer her but she could see his chest fall and rise, at least his heart was still beating. What worried her was that she could hear fluid in his lungs when she put the stethoscope to his chest.

"We are going to take you to the OR." Clarke said to him in the hopes that maybe he was able to hear her and just wasn't able to respond. Maya and a few nurses had arrived with the stretcher and together they lifted him up.

They made their way to the OR as fast as possible, time was of the essence because there wasn't much they could do outside of the operating room to stop the bleeding. It took them no more than three minutes to arrive in front of OR 4, her mother and a few scrub nurses were already inside and greeted Maya and co who transported the patient. Clarke was already scrubbing in.

"Dr. Vie, go ahead and scrub in. You're going to assist me and Dr. Griffin." Abby said, calm despite the fact that her hands were cutting a man's chest open. "Of course, Dr. Griffin."

Maya entered the scrub room when Clarke was done. "Don't be nervous. You got this." Clarke told her friend because she knew how nerve wrecking assisting could be. She left her friend to go join her mother to hopefully safe the man's life.

Three and a half hours later they were still operating on the John Doe, he had crashed twice already but they had been able to bring him back both times. Clarke was glad she had requested her mother because the man's aorta had been nicked by the bullet and he would have bled out if Abby hadn't been waiting for them in the OR.

Clarke and Abby were talking about her and Lexa's relationship when a scrub nurse interrupted them. "Dr. Griffin, your pager."

Since both Griffins were in the room they looked at her expectantly. She cleared her throat in embarrassment. "Ahm. Junior." Clarke had to laugh because even though she was almost thirty people still called her junior. She's been junior since her internship and after years she was used to it.

"What's it say, Becky?"

"A Lexa Woods wants to know if she's been stood up." Clarke could feel the heat in her cheeks rising, she had totally forgotten about Lexa. Her mother chuckled at her embarrassment.

"Did you really forget her?"

"What, like you've never stood anybody up because you were in surgery." That shut her mother up because they knew that she had. Abby gathered her thoughts before answering. "Well, I just think it's weird that you forgot about it considering that you've been gushing about her for at least an hour."

"Mom!" Clarke was all too aware of all the people around them. She couldn't believe her mother was doing this to her in front of all their colleagues.

"What? It's not like they haven't noticed." The chorus of muffled chuckles confirmed her mother's statement.

"Dr. Griffin, do you want me to answer?" Becky asked after a while.

"Don't answer, we'll hopefully will be done here soon enough." Clarke said optimistically.

Turns out she said it too early because the next minute John Doe is crashing again and this time there's nothing they can do for him and the patient died at 7:43 pm.

"You all did great, let's get back to work and see if we can save someone else." Abby said when she discarded her bloody gloves. "You did too, Clarke." She added and clapped her daughter on the back.

"Thanks, Mom"

As soon as Clarke was done she made her way to the changing room and called Lexa. It was always to lose a patient and talking to the brunette usually made her feel a little better. She pressed call and waited for Lexa to pick up.

"Hey, where are you, are you alright?" Lexa asked as soon as she answered.

"Yeah, sorry that I made you wait. Had to rush into surgery unexpectedly."

"Did the patient make it?"

"He didn't." Clarke sighed into the phone and leaned her head against her locker. All she wanted to do was to lie down on her couch and cuddle with Lexa.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I can pick you up if you want me to."

"I'm fine. I took the car." The line was silent for a while and Clarke didn't know what to do because she couldn't tell what Lexa was feeling over the phone.

"How about you go to my place and I'll join you there. I just have to change out of my scrubs and I'll be on my way. You still have the spare key, right?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm sorry about your patient"

"Nothing you could do about it, but I appreciate it. Have to go now. Bye Lex."

"Bye" Lexa mumbled silently.

Something was going on with Lexa and Clarke had the feeling it was because she had stood her up. Now she felt bad, not only because she hadn't been able to safe John Doe but because somehow she had hurt Lexa. Clarke decided she would ask her once she got home, after all, communication was key to a good relationship.

When she arrived at home it was nearly 8.30 which meant she had only half an hour before her friends arrived. It also meant no sex, not that she was in the right mood anyway. Clarke found Lexa in the kitchen with two glasses of red wine on the island. She was looking at her laptop with a furrowed brow and Clarke really wanted to kiss the frown away. She made her way towards the brunette and hugged her from behind. "I'm sorry for earlier" Clarke whispered against her neck. Lexa turned her head to Clarke and looked at her from behind glasses. "It's okay, we still have tomorrow"

Clarke hummed in agreement, she was so incredibly tired and wanted to sleep more than anything right now but she knew that she couldn't cancel on her friends again. They'd complained about her absence lately. There had to be some kind of energy drink in the fridge to get her through the night.

"How was your day?" Clarke asked because listening was easier than talking right now in her state.

"It was okay, the usual"

"Something is bothering you though" They were still in the same position with Clarke's front pressed against Lexa's back and Clarke's head resting in the crook of her neck.

Lexa was thinking how she could tell Clarke about what happened without troubling her unnecessarily. She clenched and unclenched her jaw a couple of times before speaking.

"I had a nightmare last night and I can't get the images out of my head."

"Okay, why didn't you call me after you woke up? You know that I don't mind." Clarke lifted her head to look Lexa in the eyes and get a feeling for her emotions. Now that she looked her in the eyes she could see the bags under her haunted eyes that Lexa had tried to hide with makeup. She probably hadn't slept after her dream and was just as tired as Clarke was.

"I didn't want to wake you, you get so little rest already."

"Lex we've been over this a million times. You can call me whenever you want, especially if you aren't feeling well. Even if you can't or don't want to talk about it. Do you want to talk about it? We still have a little time before the others get here." She pressed a lingering kiss on Lexa's cheek. Lexa closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I was back with him and he was screaming at me because…I don't even know what I did but he was screaming and I was so terrified. My ribs were still blue from the last time he was angry and I thought he would hit me again."

The silence when Lexa paused to get her breathing under control was deafening. It took her a minute but she continued shortly after.

"When he didn't I thought that maybe I was safe this time, that maybe he wouldn't do it again but then he did and he screamed even more when I cried out in pain. I'm not sure if that part was a memory or just a dream but the next thing I know he's gone and you're kneeling in front of me, taking care of me. You weren't a child like I was, you looked just like you do now and I felt so safe in your presence."

Lexa turned around to face Clarke, tears were gathering in her eyes but she wasn't afraid to let them fall, not when Clarke looked at her this reassuringly.

"Your touch seemed to heal me instantly and I swear there was a golden halo around you. I know it sounds ridiculous but that's what I saw. Anyway, he came back and when he saw you helping me he grabbed his pocket knife and slit your throat. Right in front of me."

Lexa could still feel Clarke's warm blood hitting her face and it was probably the worst thing she's ever felt. Nothing could ever compare to that sensation. She knew the tears were streaming down her face by now, just like they did when she woke up in the middle of the night. Lexa did her best to wipe them away.

"I know it was just a stupid dream but Jesus Christ it felt so real, Clarke."

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm right here and so are you, we're both fine and no one is going to hurt us, especially not him." Clarke cradled her head in her hands and made eye contact with Lexa. "You don't have to be afraid, you're safe with me." She said it with the utmost conviction because she meant every single word and hoped that the brunette would believe her.

"I trust you."

"I know how hard that is for you." Lexa gave a barely there nod and licked her lips. It was hard for her to talk about her past, even if it was with Clarke who knew most of it anyway.

"Enough emotions for now. Let's got prepare everything before they get here. After all it's what I came here for in the first place." Lexa said when she tried to wriggle out of Clarke's hold on her, which resulted in her almost falling. Luckily she was already in Clarke's arms and didn't fall.

"So that is why you came here?" the blonde teased because they both knew that it was a lie. Her hands were pressed against Lexa's stomach, her left hand making its way south.

"The only reason." Lexa took Clarke's hand into her own to move it to her crotch. She didn't know exactly when but sometime after their emotionally draining talk she'd become aroused. Seemed like the blonde only had to touch her and she was semi hard.

"That's what I thought." Clarke said when she felt the slight bulge between Lexa's legs. She quickly pulled her hand away and slapped the brunette's butt, making her yelp out in surprise. "But, the others are here now, so none of that."

It was true, Lexa could hear Raven and Monty in the hallway singing some pop song she didn't know and in that moment she knew that it would be a fun night.

Author's note:

So now that I have to go to school again I'll try to post every Monday and Thursday. This chapter was supposed to be a bit longer but I didn't have enough time so this will have to do. Thursday's chapter will feature most of the rest of their night with the delinquents.