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Beep beep beep!

Good god, what's that noise?

It was Tuesday morning and Clarke's alarm clock was ringing loudly. Nothing unusual to most people. Except that Lexa hadn't ever heard an alarm clock before, and didn't even know what it was. That probably explained why she got up so fast, checking everywhere around her for danger, with Clarke's bedside lamp in her right hand, ready to attack her enemy.

Lexa heard Clarke shift in her bed and saw the blonde open her eyes. It took her a second to spot the brunette, and when she did, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Clarke! What are you laughing at? We're under attack!" Lexa exclaimed, clueless as to what Clarke thought was so funny.

The blonde kept laughing for a few seconds, but then she explained, "No Lexa. We're not." She then reached over to turn off her alarm clock and Lexa was surprised that the offending noise stopped. "It's just my alarm clock. See? You're safe." The blonde finished, a huge grin plastered on her face.

"Oh. Okay." She put the lamp back on the bedside table with an embarrassed look on her face. "Sorry."

"Don't be. It was kinda cu-… funny."

"You must think I'm paranoid now." The brunette avoided the blonde's stare.

"No, I don't."

The brunette gave her a pointed look.

"Okay. Maybe a little."

They both chuckled for a moment, and then Clarke suggested that they go grab breakfast downstairs.

"I don't know if your parents would be comfortable with me sitting with you guys for breakfast." Lexa didn't want to seem like she was taking advantage of the situation. Clarke had already done more than enough.

"Don't worry, they left for work already. So we're alone," Clarke reassured her. They made their way to the kitchen and Clarke wondered aloud, "What do you want? Pancakes?"

Doesn't she have that thing called 'school'?

"Won't you be late for school? It's already seven-thirty."

"I'm not going."

The brunette tilted her head to the side in a curious glance. "Why?"

"I don't want to leave you alone. Plus, we have to find out where you came from."

Crap.

Of course the blonde wanted to help her find her 'home'. However, they would never find anything. At least, not in this world. How could Lexa explain that to her? It was so messed up.

"I can do that on my own. While you're in school."

"Come on, Lexa, you freaked out because of an alarm clock. I can't leave you out in the wilderness on your own, you'd be terrified."

Lexa chuckled. This girl had no idea what the wilderness that Lexa had lived in was like. And she had no idea that she had just called the Commander of The Twelve Clans a coward. Nobody had ever called her that, actually. Some have said that she's weak maybe, but terrified? Never.

As the Commander, she should be worried about her people. They were likely searching for her everywhere. But they'd never find her, unless she found a way to go back. Unfortunately for them, she wouldn't even try, because it was she that had wanted to escape her own world. She just hadn't thought that she would land in this particular world in the process. The world she had read so many books about, the world she had dreamed about.

Plus, why leave when this blonde beauty is looking at you with puppy dog eyes?

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Nope. No way." Clarke smirked at her.

After almost half a day of running around everywhere in town, Clarke suggested that they grab coffee and something to eat. It was nearing lunch time, anyway.

Lexa had finally agreed that Clarke should come with her in searching for clues of who she was. It turned out to be difficult, since Lexa had no last name nor any idea if she even lived in this state before. Clarke had realized that it would for sure take more than a day to find out where she'd come from.

She'd texted her friends that she was sick and that she wouldn't come to school at all that day. Bellamy offered to come by after school to give her her homework, but she had declined, saying that she would get Octavia to email them to her. Why she kept pushing him away since the previous day, she wasn't sure.

Since Lexa had literally appeared out of nowhere, Clarke felt like she had to be with her all the time. They were getting more and more comfortable with talking to each other. Despite their lack of progress in their mission, Lexa had been a fun and interesting company.

Clarke had come out as bisexual to her friends and family two years ago. Her friends hadn't been surprised and they all supported her. To her parents, it had come as a surprise. Once they took the time to process it, though, they said that it didn't change anything, and that they loved her all the same. Clarke knew she was lucky to have them, even if right now she was angry at her parents for refusing to shelter Lexa.

"Clarke? Are you okay? You're very quiet all of a sudden," Lexa asked, looking to the blonde.

"Yeah I'm okay. I was just lost in my thoughts. Don't be surprised, but I tend to do that a lot. I just zone out and forget everything around me."

They were sitting inside a café, with coffee and snacks on their table. Clarke had ordered for the both of them, because Lexa had been looking at the menu like a lost puppy. It had already happened the previous day with the car door, this morning with the alarm clock incident, and now it was happening again. Curiosity was starting to get the best of her. She had to ask what was on her mind, she couldn't help it.

"Don't be offended but… you often seem like you're discovering the world for the first time. Like you didn't know how to open a car door, and it seemed like you'd never done it before." Lexa immediately stiffened and Clarke regretted her words. "I didn't mean to be blunt. I was just… curious. Sorry if I made you uneasy."

"It's okay. It's just that… I need to tell you something."

Clarke waited for Lexa to continue, but saw she wasn't going to. "You can tell me anything. I won't judge."

"I know." She paused, as if trying to find the right words to say what she wanted to say. "I don't wanna do this here. Can we go back to your house after we finished eating?"

"Of course." Now Clarke was even more intrigued.

The waiter came with their orders and they ate in silence. While it wasn't awkward, the curiosity from Clarke was almost palpable.

The blonde's phone suddenly vibrated, and she grabbed it to see a text from Raven.

Raven: Update: The triple date will be on Saturday night, so you'll meet Wick after the party. This way, the others won't be jealous ;)

She answered her right away.

Clarke: So he does have a name! No problem, I'll be there on Saturday :)

Clarke then put down her phone on the table and fumbled through her purse to find her wallet. That's when it hit Lexa.

Of course you forgot about that! They pay for everything here, and you don't have any money. She's gonna think you're just a parasite, if that's not the case already.

That wasn't what Lexa should have worried about though. She should've been worrying about Clarke's reaction once she found out the truth about where Lexa had come from.

"I'm sorry." Clarke perked her head up as the brunette spoke. "I would offer to pay, but I don't have anything. I'm even borrowing your clothes…"

"Don't worry about it. It's on me. It's the least I can do."

"Thank you. Again. I'll figure out a way to repay you."

"You don't have to."

"I insist." Lexa smiled.

They left the café and got back into Clarke's car, and soon they were back at her house. Lexa was starting to get really nervous. Her fingers wouldn't stop fidgeting, and once she was seated on the edge of Clarke's bed, her foot wouldn't stop tapping on the ground.

Clarke sat on her chair next to her desk and looked at Lexa. "So, what did you wanna talk to me about?"

It was a lot harder than Lexa thought it would be, coming up with the words. She had no idea what to say. Should she be blunt and direct, or more careful?

"Okay, I have no idea how to say this, so I'm just gonna say it all at once. You can't interrupt me, even if you start freaking out. Okay?"

Clarke looked intensely at Lexa, wondering what was so off about this girl. "Okay..."

"So here's the thing. When you said earlier that I looked like I hadn't even opened a car door before, it's because I really haven't. In fact, it was the first time I'd ever seen a car."

"What? Are you Amish or something?" Clarke tried to lighten up the mood.

"No interruptions please."

"Right. Sorry."

"I was seeing a car for the first time because… I come from another world."

Please don't freak out.

"What?"

"Let me finish please," Lexa interrupted quickly. "I sort of landed in this world yesterday, when I appeared in front of your car. I don't have amnesia. I remember everything, but you won't find any information about me in this world." Lexa knew her explanation was blurry, but her whole mind seemed to be foggy right now. Clarke stayed silent, yet her mouth was open. "Clarke? Say something please. Anything."

"I need water."

What? I tell her I come from another world and all she has to say is 'I need water'?

"Clarke?"

Clarke got up and almost ran downstairs and into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and poured water in it.

Lexa quickly followed after her. "Clarke, please look at me."

Clarke just kept drinking and once she had finished her drink she poured herself another glass.

"Clarke, look at me! Please!"

"I welcome a stranger into my home, and she turns out to be an escapee from a nut house. Oh my god, I can't believe my parents were right." She gulped the second glass down.

"Clarke, I swear I'm not crazy, just let me explain!" Lexa was desperate. She had no idea what to do. She had anticipated Clarke not believing her at first, and needing to convince her further, but she hadn't expected it to be this hard.

"Water's not gonna do it. I need alcohol." The blonde went to her parents' cabinet, where she knew they kept the liquor. She poured some into her glass and drank all at once. She grimaced as the liquid burned her throat, and then finally glanced at Lexa.

She put her glass down and put both her hands on Lexa's shoulders. "Lexa, listen to me. This is very important. Do you remember where you were before I almost ran over you?"

"Clarke, I already told you. I was in another world. Just please give me the chance to explain before locking me up in a nuthouse," Lexa pleaded.

Clarke couldn't resist those hypnotizing green eyes, so she released Lexa and went into her living room, sitting down on the sofa. Lexa followed and sat on the other end of it, knowing the blonde needed space.

Lexa explained everything she could think of. How, in her world, traveling between worlds wasn't impossible – rare, but not impossible. How she had wanted to escape her life because she felt trapped. She told her that she'd met a kind of shaman. In her world, they were considered outcasts, but they were also supposed to be the only ones to know how to travel between worlds. They had books about life in other worlds. Lexa had read a lot of them, if not all. She had always been fascinated by this particular world, Clarke's world. And now here she was, sitting in the blonde's living room.

Clarke remained frozen on the sofa. She kept staring into Lexa's eyes, trying to gauge whether or not Lexa was telling the truth. Seeing nothing but sincerity in them, she thought that maybe it was indeed the truth. After all, how could someone invent something so messed up?

"I need proof," she finally said.

"What proof?" Lexa questioned.

Clarke thought for a moment before saying. "If you're telling the truth, then take me to your world."

Lexa's face fell. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because if I go back, I'll never be able to leave again, and you'll be stuck there with me."

"So you're saying that I have no other choice but to believe you?"

"It would appear so." Lexa paused. She stared directly into Clarke's blue eyes. "So what do you choose, Clarke?"

Clarke stood up and went to the window. She peeked outside and stood for a minute, hearing the tapping of Lexa's foot on the floor again. The brunette was nervous. Good. Because so was Clarke as she finally gave in and said, "I believe you."

Lexa let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you. I know this must be hard to process, but I swear I'm not crazy."

"I know. That's why I believe you. Or maybe it's because I'm just crazy."

Lexa chuckled a little and Clarke let a small smile appear on her face.

"That explains the alarm clock incident this morning." This time, it was Clarke's turn to laugh as she remembered the look on Lexa's face when she had thought an intruder was in the room.

"Yeah…" Lexa blushed a bright shade of red.

"You know, your world sounds very… mystical," Clarke pointed out.

"It is, in a way. I can tell you about it if you want."

"I'd love that." Clarke smiled. "And Lexa?"

"Yes?" Lexa returned the smile.

"Welcome to my world."