And we're back with another chapter! I want to thank all of you who are reviewing and following this story, it's awesome hearing how excited you guys are.

I hope everyone is still doing okay and I want to take this moment to say how proud I am of this fandom for the efforts we have made to be heard, If you don't know what I'm talking about just head on over to Tumblr and scroll down the Clexa tag. We are making a difference in the LGBTQ+ community and we're all speaking up for the representation the community deserves! Again I couldn't be more proud to be a part of this fandom.

I know some of you are still taking it hard after 3x07, I know I am, and I just want to say that if any of you need someone to talk to I encourage you to talk to others in the fandom (this includes me as well) Our fandom is more like a family and I know that all of us have each others back.

It's perfectly ok to cry over a 'fictional' character. It's ok to be angry at the writers. It's ok to continue watching or completely boycotting the show. It's definitely ok to not be over Lexa.

Lexa deserved better. Clarke deserved better. The cast, this fandom, the LGBTQ+ community and it fans deserve better.

Ok enough ranting from me and on with the chapter! I apologize once again for any mistakes and Enjoy!

PREVIOUSLY

Her eyes trail down my body before locking her gaze with mine. My throat goes dry at how dark her blue eyes had become. Where I am blushing and fidgeting in my spot, she stands confidently with a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face. I won't let this stranger get the better with me. So with determination I bring my hand up and thrust it forwards to the blonde

"Alicia Clark, and you are?" She takes my hand and I let out a gasp as she brings it to her lips and kisses my knuckles.

"Elyza Lex. But you can call me whatever you like, sweetheart."

Well, fuck me.

Chapter 4 : MVP Elyza Lex

If I had to use one word to describe Elyza Lex it would probably be 'hurricane'. Here I was minding my own business, mourning over Matt, and Elyza Lex swept into my life and basically flipped my world. She almost runs me over, comes into my house uninvited, and now she has the nerve to flirt with me. How do I respond you may ask? I bumble like a fool, my face resembling that of a fish gasping for water.

Thankfully mom took this moment to rush through the front doors of the house in a panic. Realizing my hand was still in hers I jerk away back clenching fist closely to my chest. Elyza just stares at me smirk still in place upon her face.

"Mom welcome-" Mom moves straight past me, " home..OK that's weird."

Mom doesn't even acknowledge the puke on the ground or the fact that there is a complete stranger in the house, something must be up for her to be this distracted. Before I can follow her to find out what's troubling her, movement coming from the blonde stalls me.

I'm once again caught gaping at the girl as she removes her jacket, exposing more of her body. Like I said before the tank she wears is low, low to point where one can see the tips of the black lace bra sneaking over the front of her top. Without her jacket I can now see the skin of her arms and I'm caught in a trance as my eyes follow the lines of the tattoo sleeve she bares on her right arm.

As an artist I can't help but study the different shades of the art. Starting down I work my way up. There are 3 dark bands wrapped around her wrist, at a closer inspection I can see that the person who created this didn't just color in the bands but left beautiful patterns on the inside of each one making them all unique in design. From there stems a large tree on Elyza's forearm. The branches of the tree, like the bands, consist of tribal like patterns and even some equally beautiful dot art work. But what really has me in awe is that some of the branches that are not intertwined or swirled are reaching up onto her bicep and breaking off into incredible images of birds flying up to the tribal sun that lays upon her shoulder. One bird in particular draws me in, it's a smaller bird than the rest but unlike it siblings it stays connected to the tree by a single thread of red ribbon tied along its foot.

"You know if you like my tattoo so much all you have to do is ask." I tilt my head in confusion.

"Ask for what?"

"Ask to touch me," the way her raspy voice says 'touch' sends shivers down my spine, "come on, sweetheart, I don't bite. Well not much anyway."

"I-I wh-what are you-" Jesus, Alicia! Stop stuttering like an idiot!

"Well what are you waiting for, beautiful? Touch me." Oh God.

I can't think straight, I just gape at her not believing what or better yet how she said those last two words. My mind is blank, the last time my brain had malfunctioned this much was on Mr. Miyatami's trig test last semester! How can she affect me so much? My brain must have messed with my filter because next thing I know I'm screaming out.

"I'm not gay! I have a boyfriend! A hot boyfriend who is a boy! And not boyfriend as in 'boy friend' but as in 'boyfriend'! I kiss him! IKissBoys! Not girls cause I'm straight and I have a boyfriend! Did I mention I'm not gay?! Cause I'm not! I have a boyfriend!"

I'm completely out of breathe from my little outburst and so is Elyza. The blonde is curled over with her arms wrapped around her stomach, laughing like there's no tomorrow. I can see tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes as she laughs harder and harder.

Instinctively, I wrap my arms defensively around myself. Who does this girl think she is? Coming into my home and laughing at me like I'm the biggest clown in the circus.

"Oh shut up! What are you even still doing here?! And why the hell did you starting stripping?!"

"Stripping? I just took off my jacket," She wipes the tears from her eyes and chuckles to herself, "And I'm still here because I would think you'd like some help cleaning up that mess on the floor, but hey if you'd rather clean it by yourself I'll just leave now."

That's right. I take a quick look at said mess and It seems to have spread. I groan. I really hate cleaning up after Nick and seeing as Mom is MIA it would be nice to have some help, but to hell if I'm going to like getting help from blondie over here.

"Ughhh fine. I'll get the gloves l," I leave for the kitchen but stop before I'm in the doorway, "and keep the rest of your damn clothes on would you!" I say because honestly the last thing I need is to have another mental meltdown and be laughed at. Elyza just smiles at me.

"I make no promises, love."

"Hey, hey you know back in Australia we have this amazing line of cleaning products, can clean this shit up in a jiffy!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah they're really good! I guess you could say that it's very high….koala-ty."

"..."

"Do you get it? High-"

"Stop. I swear to God don't you say it again or I will throw this barf rag at your face." I hold up the rag, preparing to throw it.

"What I'm just saying that things made in Aus. are very high... Koala-ty." I release the rag and watch as pure horror crosses my blonde counterparts face. As if in slow motion the rag hits with a wet slap on her shoulder.

"ALICIA!" Mom comes up behind me and from the look on her face she isn't happy.

"Alicia, what is this mess and why did you just throw a wet rag at this girl?"

Oh now she notices shit! She seems to be fresh out of the shower, her black long sleeve blouse now swapped with a blue shirt and hair still wet. I just glare at mom because honestly, first of all this bitch just stormed into the house completely ignoring me and Elyza. Then ignoring Nick and his mess, for what? So she can take a damn shower!

"It's quite alright ma'am, it was obviously an accident. Right, Alicia?" Of course, now she says my name.

"Yea mom, just an accident."

Mom doesn't look like she's buying it but thankfully she let's the subject drop.

"Ok but make sure that accident doesn't happen again," She says glancing to me, " I'm sorry we haven't met before, are you a classmate of Alicia?"

"Oh no ma'am, I haven't been in school for about 4 years now. My name is Elyza. Elyza Lex.I came by to deliver your prescription for your son, he must be really sick because he decided to chunder all over your floor here." Elyza lifts up her rag and gestures to where we are crouched down, "I volunteered to help Alicia here clean up."

"Chunder?"

"Nick threw up all over the floor, mom."

I give myself a little pat on the back for figuring out the slang. Mom for her part takes a quick look at Nick then back to me. She gives me a sympathetic look and I just nod because I understand that she is sorry, but this is part of my job as Nick's sister. If mom and I don't take care of him no one else will.

"I just got off the phone with Travis, he said that there's been some rioting in town and he doesn't think he'll be home tonight. He wanted us to go on ahead but I convinced him that it would be best for us to just wait for him and the others to arrive tomorrow then we can hit the road, sound good Alicia?"

I agree because honestly do I even have a choice in the matter? I still find it a bit odd that just because of a silly virus we need to pack up and leave. They're acting like this is the end of the world or something.

"You and your family are going on a vacation?" Elyza reaches for my rag and throws it into the soap bucket next to her. She stands and reaches to help me do the same, pulling me up effortlessly.

"Yes, Elyza...My boyfriend and I believe that this virus is spreading really fast, so we believe that we should take the kids and head out of town for a little bit."

"Oh yeah! My mum was talking about some flu virus that has been going around lately, she's been doing overtime every night at the hospital for the past three days nows."

"You're mother works at the hospital?"

"Yea she's an ER doctor. Doctor Abigail Lex."

No wonder the name sounded so familiar, though looking at Elyza there isn't much of a resemblance and I don't believe the doctor had an Australian accent either.

"Wait did you say there was a riot in town? Dammit I live in town, the roads must be closed though. Well looks like I need to call up some friends and stay on this side of town till the roads clear."

Oh no. I know that look that my mom has in her face. I try to send her message with my eyes, I catch my mom's gaze and I gesture to Elyza, still keeping eye contact. Please Mom! Please don't off-

"Well Elyza, why don't you stay here for the night?" Oh fuck me, "We won't be going anywhere tonight and after helping 'Licia I couldn't possibly send you out on the streets."

"Oh no ma'am, it's fine-"

"Yea mom, she's fine!"

"'Licia don't be rude," I physically deflate but still send a glare when I hear Elyza chuckle at my displeasure, "you will stay here Elyza, we have more than enough room. Nick doesn't use his room anymore so we use it as a spare."

"Well ma'am, if you really don't mind I would love to spend the night with you and your family."

"Perfect Alicia, go get a towel for Elyza. No offense sweetheart but you smell like Nick threw up on you."

I groan but follow my mother's order. Elyza follows my mom outside so that she can clean out the bucket and rags we had used to clean up the floor while I walk down the hall to retrieve a towel from the linen closet.

When I open the door a let out another damn groan because Travis had obviously been the one to put away the towels last, seeing as how the towels were all the way on the top shelf and completely out of my reach. Damn Travis and his tallness.

I extend my arms and stretch out on my tip toes, trying and failing to even touch the edge of the towels. I try to jump a few times but again no luck. Using the shelf in front of me I try again to reach above balancing on just one leg as I reach. I can feel the material on the tips of my fingers. Almost there. I get another finger on the towel. Almost.

Suddenly my whole hand is on the towel and I mentally fist pump at my victory but that feeling is ripped away when I feel the arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a almost a foot off the ground.

"Teamwork makes the dream work, right sweetie?"

"PUT ME DOWN NOW, LEX!"

"So are you adopted or something cause there is no way you're the Doctor Stick-Up-My-Asses kid?"

"Nick!" Mom and I say at the same time.

Nick and Mom sit next to each other, opposite Elyza and I. After Nick had gotten his 'fix' and Elyza had taken a much needed shower, Mom had run into the kitchen to pop in a frozen pizza to the oven. It was a nice simple dinner until Nick joined us and suddenly it had become a 'Question the Aussie' session.

"Nick you can't just ask her if she was adopted!" Though if i'm being honest I couldn't help wondering the same thing. Listening to Elyza crack jokes and being so open it was hard to imagine someone so cheerful being related to the Doctor but then again who am i to judge? The first time I met Doctor Lex we had only talked for a minutes or so and the second time wasn't that much longer.

"No its ok to ask. Abby was my foster mum since I was 14 and at 15 she and my foster dad, Jake, legally adopted me. My biological parents left me at a hospital a little outside of Sydney, Jake's hospital that he worked at. Anyway I jumped around in the system a bit ,I was a bit of a troublemaker and long story short one day Jake came up to me and said that he and Abby, who was still working here in LA, wanted to become my foster family."

"Wow so you lucked out with them, huh?"

"Yea. I mean I had some pretty great foster families before them but like majority of the kids in the system I was stupid, blamed the world for my parents leaving me, got in trouble and got sent right back into the system."

"So where's your adoptive dad?"

"Still back in Australia probably hunting his life away, he lives out in the bush, he's still a doctor but not much need for one out there. I moved out here with mum when I turned 18 and well here I am now."

A loud bang startles us and we are submerged into darkness. I reach out for something anything to keep me from freaking out, at the feel of warmth I hold on with all my strength. Comfort washes over me and that's when I realize that I am holding Elyza's hand. I allow myself this little moment mostly because I know that she is unable to see my face which means she won't notice the blush on my cheeks.

"Is everyone ok?" We all answer back an 'ok' to mom's question. I pull my cell phone out of my pocket, dropping Elyza's hand in the process, and access the flashlight app. We're now all able to see on another.

After moving the rest of the pizza to the living room, since that area is illuminated by the night sky's natural light, I make my way to my room. I grab all my candles in my room and bring them out to mom and the others. Good thing I'm a candle addict.

I place a total of 15 candles around the room, though that that doesn't even close to the amount I have in my closet, while Elyza follows behind me light them with her lighter.

As the room illuminates I'm finally able to see my mom pacing in front of the window occasionally looking out between the blinds. I've never seen my mom so panicky before and it unsettles me. I approach her and try to put a hand on her shoulder, startling her. I never noticed the darkness in her eyes, something was haunting her, taking its toll on her.

"Mom it's ok. The lights will come back on, this happens sometimes you know this."

"No 'Licia this is different," Her eyes water and she rubs at the tears, I can see her struggling, "Something bad is going on...I did something bad."

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Nick and I we didn't want to tell you- you were heartbroken about Matt, so we agreed to wait till we're out of the city to tell you….I should have known this would happen."

"What?! Just tell me mom."

She takes a shaky inhale and another look out the window before turning back to me.

"This Virus. It's doing something to the people, it's changing them. Principal Costa..he was infected and you have to understand, 'Licia, I couldn't just let him attack a student! I had to stop him."

"Principal Costa? Mom, what do you mean he attacked someone? What were you doing at the school? Stop him how? You're not making any se-".

A scream from outside cuts me off, I run to the window at the same time as Elyza. We both look out and I can't believe my eyes.

Gloria our next door neighbors daughter is laying on her back in the middle of the street screaming and clawing at her attacker, I recognize him as our other neighbor Mr. Dawson. Gloria is punching and scratching trying to get out from under the older man's weight.

Mom quickly pulls the curtains closed blocking me from watching.

" Alicia, baby, don't look!"

"Don't look?! Mom we need to help her!" I move to go to the front door reaching for Travis' baseball bat that he always leaves next to the bookshelf.

Mom stops me yanking me from the door knob and pulling me back into the living room.

"No Alicia, we can't help her!"

"What are you psychotic?! She needs help."

I gather enough strength to push her off of me and I rush back to the door throwing it open. I leap off the porch and towards Gloria who is still struggling with . As soon as I'm close enough I rear the bat back and deliver a hard swing, effectively knocking Mr. Dawson off of Gloria and a few feet away from us. I drop the bat and crouch down to Gloria, wrapping one of her arms around my neck and lifting her up and back on her feet. She holds tight and sobs take control of her as she cries on my shoulder.

I'm so distracted that it's not until I'm being tackled to the ground that I realise I should have made sure he was knocked out. When I look at his face I'm completely terrified. Instead of his kind blue eyes staring back at me, I find cold pale white ones burning into me. Black scary veins are popped out along his sickly pale face and blood, dark black blood drips from his mouth. His head jerks forward and his teeth just miss the side of my neck, he jerks again.

I hold him back, both hands clenching his blood-stained collared shirt. I turn to the side hoping to see Gloria, but the street is empty. She left me. He snaps his teeth at me again. I'm dead. I'm so dead.

I'm losing strength in my arms, putting his face closer and closer to mine. I close my eyes and brace myself.

All of a sudden the weight is gone. I look up and find Elyza staring at me with wide eyes, we lock gazes and she swiftly yanks me up to my feet. She lets out a tiny sound of pain when I hold her hand a little too tight, I examine her hand and find that her knuckles are an angry red some are even lightly bleeding. She just punched the hell out of someone for me. A growl breaks us from our thoughts , and we watch as Mr. Dawson slowly begins to stand again and rushes to us.

Elyza is faster, she bends down and snatches up my previously forgotten bat and in one motion she raises that bat and brings it down on Mr. Dawson's head. He's down but not for long, he starts to rise again.

Elyza bring the bat down on his head again and again, blood covers the bat and splatters on to the grey v-neck I had given to her earlier. She's out of breathe and her face is almost completely covered in blood by the time stops moving.

She continues to hold the bat above her, just in case he tries to get back up. I take in the sight below me and I can feel the bile making it's way up my throat. I move away from the scene and empty my stomach on the sidewalk. The image of the back of Mr Dawson's head caved in and turned into a pile of blood and brain matter is too much for me and I puke once more.

I'm dry-heaving by the time my mother reaches me and guides me back into the house. Nick is by my side in an instant, throwing a blanket over my shoulders and pulling me into him. I don't take notice of Elyza until she's kneeling in front of me.

Her blonde hair is still pulled back into a ponytail but some strands had come loose and now they frame her blood splattered face. Her entire front of her body is evidence that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. did attack me, he tried to bite me and Elyza saved me.

She wipes her hand on her jeans to get off some of the blood before she reaches for my hand to hold, I allow her to.

"You're alright, Alicia. He isn't going to hurt you."

She looks so calm as if she didn't just bash some guys head into the ground. Well most of her is calm. Her eyes tell a different story. A storm of emotions play out inside those blue eyes, this event affected her as much as it affected me, as it should any human being.

I stare into her eyes a little longer finding comfort and safety the longer I look into them. Finally I break eye contact, though our hands stay connected.

I raise my head and look to my mother.

"Talk. Now."

TBC