A/N: Here's chapter 2! I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think in a quick review :)

Thanks to BrittzandTana for editing.

Lexa. Clarke liked that name. It was a name that she hadn't ever heard before. It sounded sweet, and yet there was a certain firmness to it. She couldn't explain it but she felt… drawn to it.

"Lexa." It sounded way better out loud than in her head. "No last name?"

Lexa shifted uncomfortably and murmured a weak, "No."

She doesn't trust me. Can't blame her though… I almost killed her.

Clarke felt chills running down her spine just thinking about it.

"And you?" The soft sound of Lexa's voice made Clarke snap out of her reverie.

"What about me?" Clarke interrogated.

"Well, don't you have a name?" Lexa smirked a little.

Clarke chuckled and said, "I'm Clarke. Clarke Griffin."

She hoped knowing her full name would make Lexa feel more comfortable.

"My house is not too far away. Five more minutes and we'll get you cleaned up," Clarke tried to reassure her.

"Thanks, you didn't have to offer to do that."

"What? After I almost killed you? I think I owe you that much, at the very least."

Clarke glanced at her passenger and realized how uncomfortable the girl was. She was throwing distressed glances everywhere around her. It was almost like she didn't belong here. She seemed… out of place.

"Are you sure you're okay? What happened to your clothes?"

Lexa immediately stiffened and Clarke immediately regretted being so nosy.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"Don't be sorry. It's just that… you wouldn't understand."

Clarke tried not to be affected by the statement. "How do you know?"

"I just do."

Clarke decided to let it go. After all, she didn't know this strange girl. And by the looks of it, it would be hard getting to know more.

"Do not think I'm crazy, but I need to ask… What year are we in?"

Clarke diverted her eyes from the road to look directly into Lexa's eyes, which intensely stared right back at her. "2016. What kind of question is that?"

"Let's just say I'm suffering from… amnesia," Lexa answered, trying to smile but failing miserably.

"Wow." Clarke didn't know what to say. This conversation was getting weirder and weirder by the second. "Do you remember how it happened?"

"I only remember talking to one of my warri- one of my subordinates and the next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of this city, with no idea how it happened."

"Where do you live?" Maybe she could help this girl find her way back to her home. For some reason, she found herself hoping that it wasn't too far away from here. What was so interesting about this girl?

Oh, I don't know Clarke. Maybe it has something to do with the fact she appeared out of nowhere wearing freaking armor, or maybe because she's suffering from amnesia and is somehow managing to stay calm about everything.

Despite her obvious stiffness, this girl didn't seem all that panicked.

If I suffered from amnesia, I'd literally be all over the place.

"Are you an actor or something?"

Lexa was puzzled. "A what?"

"An actor," Clarke repeated. "You know, with your unusual outfit I just assumed that you were playing in a movie or something."

Lexa didn't have time to respond, because they arrived at Clarke's house. Her house was not very big, but it was beautiful and really well decorated.

"That's my house. Let me open the car door for you." Clarke assumed that her amnesia had somehow altered Lexa's immediate memory and had maybe fucked with some of the most elementary things as well, such as opening a car door.

Clarke opened it and waited for the other girl to get out before locking the SUV.

"This way." She motioned for Lexa to follow her to the front door, and then opened it and let the brunette in.

"Come in the bathroom, you'll be able to wash your hands and face."

"Thanks." Lexa did as she was told and entered the room Clarke showed her.

She exited the room only a moment later, face and hands cleaned up.

"You feel any better?"

"Yes. Thank you, really. You didn't have to let me come here."

"Again. I almost killed you, so I think that I did." Clarke smiled sweetly at the brunette standing awkwardly in front of her.

"You must think I'm really weird right now."

"Not weird," Clarke denied, "just… confused. And confusing." The brunette smiled at that.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't you ever stop apologizing?" Clarke smirked a little.

"Don't you ever stop asking questions?"

"Touché." Clarke glanced at the time and saw that her father probably wouldn't be back for at least another hour and a half. "Do you want anything to drink? Or eat?"

Only then did she notice that Lexa's pants were ripped. "Do you want some more comfortable clothes? Your pants are ripped."

"That would be nice, yeah."

Clarke guided Lexa up the stairs and went into her room. When the brunette entered, she threw curious glances at her surroundings. She smiled when she saw Clarke's stuffed animals on her bed and the blonde blushed a little, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Lexa then paused to take a look at all of the instruments that were displayed across the room. Clarke had a piano, a trumpet, a guitar and even a viola.

"So, you're a musician, huh?"

"Yeah." Clarke smiled. "You like music?"

"Yes, I actually do. I just don't have many occasions to listen to any."

"That's a shame. People should always make time for things like music."

"I agree." Lexa continued looking at the room and saw lots of photos hanging up everywhere on the walls. The same people were pictured in each, but some of the photos were clearly older than others. "These are your friends?"

"Yeah. Music and my friends are literally everything to me."

"I think I understand why. You seem very close."

"We are. We're like a big family. Just a bit dysfunctional at times, but like every family is."

"I envy you. I never really had any true friends. Except for one, but it ended pretty badly."

Clarke didn't know what was pushing them to confide in each other like that, but she liked it.

The blonde went to the left side of the room, opposite her bed, and said, "That's my dresser. Grab anything you want. I think we're about the same size."

Lexa went and grabbed a flannel shirt with dark jeans, and Clarke left the room to let the brunette change, reentering only when she was finished.

Clarke froze at the door. Without all that mud and armor, Lexa looked so much frailer.

"Thanks again. I will give them back to you as soon as I find new ones and a place to stay."

"You don't have anywhere to stay?"

"I kind of forgot where I live. Remember? Being amnesic and all," Lexa said playfully.

Wow. She's even able to joke about it. Doesn't anything phase this girl out?

"Sorry, that was insensitive."

"Don't be. I'm sure it's not every day a girl suddenly pops out in front of your car with no idea where she comes from."

"True." Clarke thought for a minute and then offered, "You can stay here if you want."

She wasn't sure whether or not her parents would agree, but she couldn't possibly leave this girl in the streets on her own.

"Thanks, but I think you've done more than enough for me already," Lexa politely declined.

"Then where will you go?" Clarke questioned, worried.

"I don't know yet, but don't worry about me. I'll figure something out. I always do. I'm pretty resourceful."

"Except for when it comes to staying safe and out of cars' way," Clarke tried to joke.

Dumbass. You shouldn't joke about this. Remember that you barely managed not to kill her not even an hour ago?

Lexa laughed anyway and agreed, "I guess you're right. I suppose you don't live here on your own though. Would your parents be okay with me staying here?"

"I think so. And even if they're not, I don't care. I'm not letting you go out there on your own. It could be our little secret."

Clarke didn't know whether or not she imagined it, but she thought she saw Lexa blush a little.

"I don't know how I can ever repay you for all that you're doing."

"By doing laundry, and washing dishes, and doing my homework." Clarke tried to sound as serious as possible.

"Oh so now I'm your personal slave, huh?" Lexa smiled lightly.

"Kind of, yeah. That's what you get for almost scaring me to death." Clarke returned the smile.

Suddenly, her phone went off, startling Lexa. Clarke was surprised that amnesia didn't seem to bother her, but a phone ringing did. She pushed the thought away and glanced at it and saw Bellamy's name on it. She hit decline, but it went off again a few seconds later. She answered it this time.

"Hey, Bell. What's up? Aren't you supposed to be at practice?"

"Hey, babe. Practice was canceled today. I think the coach had an emergency with his son or something like that. Nothing too serious I think though."

"Aw, too bad. I know how much you enjoy soccer practice."

"Yeah well, coach will be here tomorrow." Bellamy paused before asking. "I have free time now so I was wondering if I could drop by?"

Clarke glanced at Lexa who was staring intently at her. Maybe it wasn't the right time for Bellamy to come here. She just had to make up an excuse, because she didn't want to go into detail of what had just happened. Even Clarke thought it was crazy, so what would Bellamy think?

"Uh, now is not a good time actually. I have tons of homework and I'm not sure when I'll be finished."

"That's okay, we could do it together. I've got plenty of homework too."

Clarke's breathing was becoming heavy. She hated lying to her friends, especially her boyfriend.

"Listen, my dad will be home soon and I think he wanted us to have some father-daughter bonding time or something."

"Oh okay." Bellamy sounded disappointed.

"Sorry."

Yeah, you should be sorry that you're lying to him.

"It's okay. It's nice of him to come home early."

"Yeah, it is. I have to go now, but I'll text you later tonight, okay?"

"Right. Talk to you later."

Clarke hung up the phone and put it on her desk. She didn't turn around, instead just standing completely still.

Lexa's voice broke the silence. "Who was it?"

Clarke turned around, facing her but averting her gaze from meeting Lexa's. "Um, it was Bellamy. My boyfriend." She took a picture from her desk and showed it to the brunette. "Him."

Lexa looked at it and said, "He's cute."

Clarke blushed a little and put the photo back in its place.

"So, why did you lie to him?"

Clarke didn't face Lexa this time, because her cheeks had turned to a bright red. "I have no idea. I just think it's a pretty unlikely story – how you and I met – and I didn't want to go into details over the phone I guess."

Lexa nodded. "Sure."

The blonde hesitated for a moment, but curiosity got the better of her. "So, what do you remember about your life? If that's okay for me to ask."

"You can ask. That doesn't mean I'll answer."

How rude can she be?

"I'm letting a stranger stay at my house and she won't even tell me about her. Unbelievable."

"That makes it more fun, doesn't it?" Lexa smirked.

Clarke rolled her eyes. "I suppose it's what you get for almost running over someone."

This girl obviously liked being mysterious. And making fun of Clarke. She suddenly became uncomfortable again, shifting from one foot to the other. "I might sound even weirder after I ask you this but…"

"But what?" Clarke encouraged her.

Lexa shook her head, abandoning her question. "Nothing. Forget I ever said anything." Clarke decided to drop it for now, because she wanted to make the other girl feel comfortable around her.

"It wasn't a total lie when I said I had homework to do. So I'll just do it now, and you can grab something to eat downstairs. The kitchen is on the left after you pass the front door."

"Okay. I'll leave you to it then."

About an hour later, Clarke had finished doing her homework and she and Lexa were able to just talk for a while. Clarke couldn't help but notice how Lexa avoided every personal topic about her. Maybe she was being paranoid, because after all, Lexa had said that she had amnesia, but Clarke really thought that the girl was trying to hide something – something important about her that she hadn't forgotten about.

They were in the living room when the front door opened and Clarke's father entered the house. He put away his coat and dropped his car keys on the table before going into the living room.

"Hey Clarke. Who's your friend?" he asked.

"Dad, this is Lexa. I met her today after school. You wouldn't believe how."

"Pleasure to meet you, Lexa."

He reached out to shake Lexa's hand, and the brunette got up and shook it. "The pleasure is mine."

"So, how did you two meet?"

Yelling. A lot of yelling. That's what Lexa heard. She was sitting on Clarke's bed while the blonde was downstairs, arguing with her parents.

After Clarke told him the truth about how they met, he had frowned and Lexa had known that wasn't a good sign. The next ten minutes had been really awkward for everyone. Clarke's father, Jake, had asked Lexa a lot of questions that she couldn't answer, and that had made things a lot worse.

Jake had invited Lexa to go upstairs while he talked to Clarke. As much as she didn't want to leave Clarke alone – especially since she was the cause of this mess – the brunette knew she'd better not argue and do as she was told.

Soon, she'd heard someone else come home – probably Clarke's mom – and the yelling had begun.

Lexa felt bad and wanted to go downstairs and just leave so everyone could stop yelling at each other because of her. She would have done it, too, if she had had any clue of where to go. But she didn't know this world or the people that lived in it. She had read many books and had seen pictures and illustrations, but she felt completely lost with all of the technology surrounding her.

The yelling seemed to die down a bit, and Lexa heard Clarke's mom suggest, "She can go to a shelter. I know one where they'll take great care of her and she could search for her family."

"A shelter? She's not homeless mom. She has amnesia," Clarke argued.

"We can't keep her here, Clarke. We don't know anything about her. This all could be a trick to steal from us for all we know," her father said, stepping in.

"She's not a thief or a serial killer. She's just lost. She needs a temporary home, not to be stuck around a bunch of homeless people."

There was a long pause before Lexa heard the blonde's father say, "She can stay here tonight, but after that she'll have to go."

Lexa heard the stairs creak and she quickly got up from Clarke's bed. The blonde entered her room and she looked furious.

"Oh my god, I can't believe them," she seethed.

Lexa tried to calm her down, placing a gentle hand on her forearm. "Come on, Clarke. You can't really blame them. They don't know me, and my story is really shady. Hell, you don't even know me. I don't want to get you in trouble, I'll just go and figure something out."

Clarke's gaze had been fixed on the hand on her forearm, but when Lexa finished talking she quickly looked up and exclaimed, "No! We already talked about this. You have nowhere to go. Just stay here."

Lexa felt torn apart. She was embarrassed. She knew she should already be gone, she had caused too much trouble. But something made her want to stay. Something in this girl compelled her to stay and made her want to tell her everything. It was crazy though, because the blonde would obviously think that Lexa had gone mad, and she would throw her out. But she couldn't help it. She wanted Clarke to know the absolute truth, as crazy as it was.

Clarke could practically see the gears turning furiously in Lexa's head. She tried to reassure her and pulled her in for a hug. "I meant it when I said that you would stay here even if my parents said no. So please stay," she whispered. "You're not alone in this, Lexa."

Lexa. Clarke definitely liked that name.