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Here's chapter 6, it's a long one :D

Thanks to BrittzandTana as always for editing :)

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After a night of crying in Lexa's arms – to hell with Lexa sleeping on the floor – Clarke woke up on Sunday morning, exhausted. She slowly opened her eyes and her very first thought was that she was really comfortable. Her mind did a double take when she realized that she was still in Lexa's arms. The brunette had one arm wrapped snugly around her waist and the blonde's head was resting on Lexa's shoulder, their legs entangled. The last thing Clarke wanted was to move and wake the brunette up. She wanted to stay like this forever.

After a little while though, she heard Lexa mutter in her sleep. She carefully pulled herself out of her grip and faced the brunette. Lexa started crying and repeated, "No, no please don't make me do this!" over and over again. Her voice was desperate. It was as if she was reliving a really painful memory.

Hating that Lexa was in any kind of pain, Clarke quickly put her hand on Lexa's cheek and gently tried to wake her up. "Lexa. Lexa! Wake up, it's just a nightmare."

Lexa suddenly sat up straight in Clarke's bed, breathing heavily, her eyes wide open as if she was scared that she was still stuck in the terrible nightmare. Clarke put a reassuring hand on her back and started tracing small circles with her fingers to calm her down. "It's okay. You're safe. It was just a nightmare," she said.

Lexa's breathing was still heavy and she turned and pulled the blonde into a tight hug, as if to make sure she was real. "It just seemed so real."

"It's over now."

Lexa pulled away and cupped the blonde's cheeks in her hands. "You're really here. I didn't hurt you."

Clarke frowned and asked the brunette, "Why would you hurt me? Lexa?"

Lexa let go of Clarke's face and looked at her hands, now resting between her legs. "I dreamed of you. You were in my world and we were…"

"What, Lexa? We were what?" Clarke encouraged her to continue.

"We were together." Clarke raised an eyebrow in surprised and blushed lightly. "My people had found out about us and my counselor tried to make me kill you."

Clarke was horrified. "Why would he do that?"

"Because in my world…" She made eye contact with Clarke. "… love is weakness. And the Heda can't afford to be weak."

Clarke tried once again to avoid thinking about what that sentence implied. "That's completely wrong. Love is strength. It brings people hope and happiness," Clarke argued.

"Where I'm from, people don't see it that way," Lexa countered.

Clarke put her hand on Lexa's arm. "Well, I'm here. And I'm okay."

"Are you really? Because you cried all night and you wouldn't even tell me why." Lexa now sounded concerned, remembering how Clarke had seem so upset when she came into her bedroom last night.

The blonde sighed and looked up at the ceiling, hoping that that would make the tears she felt coming go away. "Bellamy and I broke up."

"Oh, Clarke I'm so sorry." The brunette pulled her in a hug again.

Clarke quickly pulled away this time and dried her tears. "Yeah well, we had it coming."

"Why? I thought you liked him?" Lexa asked, curious.

"I did. I mean, I do. But I realized I like him better as my best friend," Clarke stated.

"Ouch… He must not have liked that."

"No, he didn't. Especially when I told him I had kissed you just after he told me he loved me."

Lexa gasped and queried, "How did he take it?" Clarke gave her a pointed look. "Yeah, sorry. Stupid question obviously." She tried to lighten the mood, albeit in her own awkward but cute way. "You can't blame him though. Who wouldn't like you?"

Clarke instantly stiffened, though it was obvious she was flattered by the blush that spread across her cheeks. "You can't say things like that, Lexa. Even though we broke up, you and I agreed to remain friends."

"Why? I mean, you two are done. There's nothing stopping us to be together now."

Clarke's mouth opened in shock. "You did not just say that."

"Say what? That I want to be with you? I think it's pretty obvious and, going off of the way you kissed me the other night, I'm pretty sure you want this too."

"I just lost my boyfriend and best friend. I'm not ready to be in any relationship right now, even with you. Do they teach you to be insensitive as well as sparring in your world?"

"As a matter of fact, they do." Lexa's lips curved up in a little smile and just that sight managed to make Clarke laugh, all trace of exasperation vanishing in an instant. Lexa joined in and soon, their heads collapsing onto the bed. They didn't even know why they were laughing, but they were, and it felt great after the tension of the past few days.

A knock on Clarke's door soon interrupted them though. It was becoming a habit of her parents, apparently, to interrupt them when they were having fun.

"Clarke? Is someone in there with you?" the blonde heard Abby ask from the other side of the door.

Clarke quickly calmed herself down and reassured her mother, "No, I'm just on the phone with Octavia and I put her on speaker."

"Oh, okay. Can I interrupt you for a minute?"

Clarke and Lexa looked at the closet again. If it kept going like this, Lexa would end up staying forever in it, just to be safe. She hid like she had done the day before and then Clarke called Abby to come in.

"Would you mind texting Lexa and asking her when she'll be available for dinner?"

"Sure, I'll ask her." Clarke flashed her mother a smile.

Abby then glanced at the clock and her eyes widened. "It's already eleven. Shouldn't you be ready for Bellamy to come pick you up?"

Clarke's smile faded and she winced. "Bellamy and I… We're not together anymore." As much as she didn't want to talk about it right now, especially not with her mother, she knew she would find out eventually. She might as well just get it over with.

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry. What happened?"

Clarke couldn't tell her that she had kissed Lexa, so she simply stated, "I just realized I liked him more as a best friend than a boyfriend."

Abby went and grabbed Clarke in a tight hug. "It's okay. He'll forgive you eventually. I know how much you care about him and I'm sure he knows it too."

"Yeah, well. I'm not so sure about that."

Abby gave Clarke a sympathetic smile and offered, "Why don't you invite Lexa over today? This way you won't be alone and we can get to know her. I'll make a great lunch."

"Aren't you and dad supposed to go out to a restaurant?"

"We are. Tonight."

"Okay then. I'll tell Lexa, I don't think she had anything planned anyway."

Abby kissed her daughter on the forehead before she left the room, closing the door behind her. Lexa got out of her hidden spot and smiled at Clarke. "No more hiding today I guess?"

Clarke returned the smile and said, "You'll just go through my window and knock on the front door to pretend you weren't already there."

"The things I'd do for you." Lexa flashed her a smirk.

"May I remind you that I'm the one letting you stay here?"

"Fair enough."

After dressing and watching Lexa gracefully climb out of her window, as if she had done those kinds of things all her life, Clarke went downstairs and waited for the bell to ring. When it did, Clarke called at her mother, "I'll get it! Must be Lexa."

She opened it to unsurprisingly reveal the brunette standing on the other side of the door. Lexa looked relieved when she saw that Clarke was the one to open the door. "Hey, you," Clarke greeted, as though they hadn't just seen each other less than a minute ago.

"Hey," Lexa replied in the same playful tone, smiling.

Clarke stepped aside to let the brunette in and soon, Abby entered the living room.

"Hi, Lexa. Glad to see you again." Abby's smile was genuine.

"Me too. I believe last time wasn't exactly a good time for a good first impression." Lexa let out a nervous laugh. Clarke thought it was really cute that the brunette was so nervous about having dinner with her parents. The blonde was really thrilled that her family seemed to be making an effort.

"I need to go back to the kitchen, but make yourself comfortable while I finish making lunch," Abby said, turning around to leave.

"Do you need any help?" Lexa offered.

Abby was about to decline when she realized that it might be less awkward for the both of them if they just casually talked while making food. "Yes, actually. Maybe you and Clarke could prepare the salad."

Clarke nodded her head and Lexa replied, "Lead the way."

Abby gave them all the vegetables and lettuce and Lexa started cutting avocados while Clarke mostly watched her, doing nothing in particular aside from staring.

"You know, you could actually help me instead of just staring at me in a creepy way."

"Nah, I'm good. I'd rather stick to watching you in a creepy way." Clarke smiled playfully.

"I figured." Lexa returned the smile.

Distracting by their small banter, the knife Lexa was cutting the vegetables with slipped and cut her finger. It was superficial but still deep enough for some blood to appear. Clarke noticed and gasped. Abby turned around at the sound and Lexa quickly put her hand behind her back, grabbing a towel to stop her blood from dripping everywhere.

Abby figured that the girl had cut her finger and went to her. "Show me the cut."

Lexa looked at Clarke, panicked, knowing the blonde had saw what she did not want anyone else to see. "It's nothing, really. I'll just put some bandage on."

"Come on, I'm the doctor here. I've seen worst things than a cut finger." Abby tried to reach out to the brunette.

Clarke stepped in. "Mom, it's okay. I'll just take her to the bathroom and clean it up like you taught me."

Abby looked at her daughter, puzzled, before giving in. "Fine."

Clarke grabbed Lexa uninjured hand and motioned for the brunette to follow her. Once Lexa had her back turned from Abby, she mouthed 'Thank you' to the blonde.

They went to the bathroom upstairs and Clarke closed the door behind them. "Did I just see what I think I just saw?"

"Depends on what you think you saw." The brunette flashed her a nervous smile.

"Is your blood… black?"

Lexa sighed and put the towel down, revealing her hand to Clarke. "Yeah, it is. It's something specific to our world."

"Uh yeah, I'm pretty sure blood here is red," Clarke replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Not everyone's blood is black in my world. Some of us are called 'Nightbloods'. We're the only ones fit to become Commander," Lexa explained succinctly.

"Okay..." Clarke took Lexa's injured hand in hers and she felt the brunette shiver. "Your world just keeps getting weirder and weirder." She narrowed her eyes, looking at Lexa who was looking at their hands. "You're getting weirder and weirder."

The brunette tore her gaze away from their hands and apologized, "I'm sorry. I know it's a lot to take in."

Clarke didn't reply and just observed the brunette's wound. It didn't look deep, so a bandage would do. She opened a cupboard and grabbed disinfectant. She warned the brunette, "It's going to sting a little."

The brunette didn't seem fazed at all when Clarke applied the product and Clarke remembered that she had gone through a lot worse than a small cut on her finger. Clarke then carefully applied the bandage and rested her hand on the brunette's. Their eyes locked once again, drawn to each other, and Clarke forgot what they were supposed to be doing.

Lexa was the one to break eye contact and she cleared her throat before she could do something stupid that the blonde would likely regret. "Uh, thanks for taking care of that."

Clarke let go of her hand and tried to say in the most poised voice she could manage, knowing it wouldn't be very convincing. "Don't mention it. Are you ready to go back downstairs?"

The brunette nodded and they went back to the kitchen, where Lexa proceeded to make the salad ready, with Clarke's help this time.

"So, Lexa, tell me. What do you like to do?" Clarke's father asked Lexa.

The four of them were having lunch in Clarke's dining room. Lexa and Clarke were seated next to each other, in front of Clarke's parents. To Lexa's great surprise, Jake and Abby had been really nice so far. They were obviously making an effort because they knew Clarke that had been mad at them for not even trying to get to know Lexa.

Lexa gulped, but didn't let anything give away her nervousness. "I like to fence. I had a great teacher who's taught me everything about it since I was little. Her name was Anya."

It was the first time Clarke heard sorrow in Lexa's voice while talking about her past life. She wondered if the girl would ever regret her decision and return to her world, if she would ever leave Clarke. The blonde could only hope that she wouldn't. After only a few days spent in the brunette's company, Clarke wasn't sure how she would react if Lexa was to ever leave her.

"Really? That's interesting. I've never seen someone fence. Always thought it was too dangerous, even with protections and everything," Clarke's father replied.

Lexa chuckled a little and said," It can be even more dangerous than you imagine." The comment, as Clarke knew, was obviously referring to Lexa's world.

Abby had been awfully quiet up until then, but she finally joined the conversation and asked, "So you like danger then?"

Lexa instantly replied, "I definitely like the adrenaline that it gives me. But I also enjoy the peace and quiet that comes after a fight."

"You're an original girl," Abby added. "That's maybe why my daughter likes you so much." Abby smiled at Clarke, and Lexa turned to gaze at her. Clarke blushed under the intense stare of her mother and the beautiful green eyes of Lexa. The blonde wondered what her mother had meant by that comment.

The conversation kept flowing after that and they all enjoyed the lunch that Abby had cooked. After they finished, Abby got up and gathered the plates.

"Oh, let me help you with that." Lexa started getting up.

"No, you're the guest. Clarke will help me, right Clarke?"

Clarke glanced at her mother and replied, "Uh, yes sure."

Clarke took hers and Lexa's plate and followed her mom to the kitchen. "Thanks for making lunch mom. It was fun, and I appreciate yours and dad's effort to be nice to Lexa."

"It was nothing. We actually should have done it before. She's a really nice girl." Clarke gave her a pointed look and Abby huffed, "Yes, okay, you were right." Clarke broke into a smile and Abby returned it. "Tell me if I'm wrong, but I couldn't help but notice the way you look at her. Do you have feelings for her? Is that what made you realize that Bellamy was just a friend? Because I've never seen you look at him the way you look at her."

Clarke shifted uncomfortably, but decided to be honest with her mom, "I don't know exactly how I feel about her. But what is sure is that I like her more than any of the people I've ever met."

Abby smiled again and said, "Then, go for it. Life's short you know. You should just enjoy the moment."

That's what Clarke had done on Friday night when she had kissed Lexa, and it hadn't turned out well.

"I noticed the way she looks at you, too. If you hadn't known each other for only a week, I'd say she's already in love."

And just like that, Abby left the kitchen, leaving a very confused Clarke with her even more confusing feelings.

"So, who wants dessert?" she heard her mother ask.

Clarke went back to her seat, but remained mostly quiet while they ate dessert. Her mom's words wouldn't leave her head. Not because she was wondering whether or not Lexa was in love with her - she was convinced that that wasn't the case anyway – but because she was trying to figure out whether or not she was in love with the brunette. The blonde knew she'd had feelings toward Lexa the second she saw her. Hell, she had almost run over her and yet all she did at first was stare at her beauty. How messed up was that?

Was she what Clarke had been looking for? Love at first sight? It may be cheesy, but Clarke really did believe in it. Plus, ever since she had gotten to know Lexa, everything that she learned about her seemed to only intensify what she felt toward her.

Jake's voice pulled Clarke away from her thoughts. "We'll clean up the table. Clarke, why don't you take Lexa upstairs and show her your room?"

Clarke tried not to laugh at that and stood up, ready to leave. Before they went upstairs though, Lexa said gratefully, "Thank you for dinner. I had fun. Clarke is lucky to have parents like you."

"It was a pleasure to get to know you, Lexa." Abby replied and when Lexa turned around, she winked at her daughter. Clarke opened her mouth, but no words came out, and she just grunted and followed Lexa upstairs.

Once they were in the familiar territory of Clarke's room, Lexa asked "So, what do you wanna do?"

"I, unfortunately, have to do my homework, because I haven't been very focused this week because of a certain someone." Clarke smiled.

Lexa blushed a little and smirked, "Admit it, you're glad that I distract you from your otherwise boring life."

"My life is not boring!" Clarke feigned hurt.

"You're right, not boring. Maybe just a little too perfect for your own good?"

"Despite what you think, you made it even more perfect in some ways." Clarke was no longer smiling.

"Yeah, because being part of the reason you and Bellamy broke up makes it so much more perfect," Lexa stated sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.

"Not that part, you idiot. But the part where I don't feel alone anymore."

"Then you made my life perfect too, because I feel the same way."

Lexa took a step towards Clarke who immediately took a step back. She knew it wasn't fair after what she had just said, but she didn't feel ready. Not after just breaking up with Bellamy and possibly ruining their friendship. She didn't want the same thing to happen with her and Lexa. If she was to choose between keeping Lexa forever in her life as a friend and having a great but short relationship with her, there wasn't even a decision to be made. She would do whatever it took to keep Lexa in her life. Even if that meant remaining friends.

Clarke cleared her throat and said, "It shouldn't take long." Lexa gave her a puzzled look and Clarke clarified, "My homework I mean. So just do whatever you want while I finish."

Needless to say, Clarke had some trouble focusing on her homework. But she finally managed to finish it after a little while and stood up from her desk. Lexa was laying on her bed, but as soon as Clarke had gotten up, the brunette did the same and went to search under Clarke's bed.

"Did you drop something?" Clarke asked, puzzled as to what could be under her bed.

"Actually, yes. This." Lexa got up with a CD in her hand and handed it to Clarke.

'From another world' was written on it. Clarke supposed it was Lexa's handwriting. Clarke looked up at Lexa, who suddenly seemed shy, but was smiling at her. "What is it?"

"Well, after you showed me how to use your iPad, I was curious and I did some research on the thing you call 'the Internet'. I knew you liked music, so I figured out how to make a play list. I went to some electronic shop and I paid a guy to put it on a CD. It was with the money you gave me so basically, you paid for your own gift but…"

Clarke was stunned. How amazing could this girl be?

Lexa encouraged, "Come on! Listen to it!"

Clarke put the CD into her sound system and waited for the first song to play. She was even more stunned when she heard the sound of her own piano playing. In fact, all of the instruments that were in her room added up, one by one.

Lexa stood next to her and reached for the blonde's hands. "I, too, am a musician. We had found a few instruments in some bunker in my world, so we kept them as treasures and little by little, I learned how to play." They were staring in each others' eyes, losing themselves in the intensity of their stares. "All the songs on that CD are songs from my world. It is quite different than the music here, but I think you'll like it."

Soon the first song was finished. Lexa hadn't let go of Clarke's hands. "I love it. It's so beautiful." Clarke's voice was suddenly shaky. She turned to face Lexa and added, tears welling in her eyes, "Just like you."

Lexa's right hand came to dry Clarke's tears before they fell. "Hey, I didn't make that to make you cry."

"It's because I'm happy. You make me happy."

Lexa couldn't resist it anymore and she leaned in for a kiss. This time, Clarke didn't step away, fully accepting her feelings toward the incredible brunette. The kiss was soft and gentle, not at all like their first one. Lexa cupped Clarke's cheeks and Clarke put her arms around Lexa's neck, never wanting to let go of the brunette.

They pulled apart when the need for air became an actual issue and Lexa grinned at Clarke. "Happy Valentine's day, Clarke."

Clarke smiled, surprised. "How did you know about that? From your books?"

"No, I saw the advertisements everywhere and ended up asking what it was about to some random guy. He looked at me like I was crazy, but he explained what it was. I immediately thought of you."

Clarke realized something and she smirked. "Wait… You did all this while I was out on a date with Bellamy? Isn't that a little messed up?"

"Maybe…" Lexa replied, shyly. "But at first it was just a friendly gift."

Clarke's smirk broke into a knowing smile. "Yeah, sure."

They laughed a little and Clarke finally let go of Lexa. She went to her desk and searched through her drawers. "I got something for you too. Of course, it's lame compared to your amazing gift."

Lexa was surprised, having not really expected the blonde to give her something, but reassured her, "I'm sure it's not."

Clarke handed her a box and urged Lexa, "Open it!"

Lexa opened the small cardboard box and found something that resembled a phone inside. She looked up at Clarke, puzzled. Clarke was grinning at her as she explained, "It's a cell phone. This way, we will always be able to talk to each other, even when I'm at school."

Lexa seemed to understand and grinned as well. "Thank you. It's a wonderful gift."

"Well it's not as romantic as your gift, but I wasn't expecting you to get me anything," Clarke said, a bit embarrassed.

"No, it's a really great gift if it allows us to talk at any time."

Clarke approached Lexa and kissed her softly again. The sound of Clarke's phone interrupted them. Seeing that Clarke wasn't going to check who it was, Lexa said, breaking the kiss to do, "You should look."

"No, whoever it is it can wait until after I've enjoyed this moment," Clarke insisted, leaning in again.

Lexa leaned back and urged her, "It might be Bellamy."

Clarke sighed, but went to where her phone was anyway. "I doubt it." She saw a text from Jasper.

Jasper: Hey Clarke! Sorry to bother you today but could you give me Lexa's phone number? I acted like a drunken ass at the party and I just wanted to apologize to her.

Clarke chuckled. Jasper had a perfect timing, considering she had just gave Lexa a phone. Lexa approached from behind and put her arms around Clarke's waist, looking down at the blonde's phone to see who had interrupted them. She smiled when she saw the text and Clarke's reply.

Clarke: I'm with her right now so I'll tell her, don't worry. But in fact, I wanted to thank you for being an ass that night ;)

Jasper's answer came almost instantly.

Jasper: ?

Clarke: I'll explain tomorrow, it's a long story. Happy Valentine's Day, Jasper.

She put her phone down, not waiting for Jasper's response. She rested her head against Lexa's cheek. "I guess we should thank him after all. If he hadn't gotten that drunk, I probably wouldn't have kissed you. On the other hand, I'd probably still be friends with Bellamy."

Lexa pulled away. "Do you regret that he broke up with you?"

"No, that's not what I meant. If he hadn't, I would have done it anyway. It's just that he must be furious at me and will probably never forgive me. I wouldn't blame him," Clarke explained.

Lexa took one of Clarke's hand in her own and starting drawing small patterns on it. "He obviously cares about you, so he'll forgive you eventually. For now, all you can do is give him some time."

"I hope you're right." Clarke pulled Lexa onto the bed with her and made the brunette sit on her lap. "Where did you get all that experience from? Did you have time for other things than sparring in your world?"

"Haha. Very funny. You already know I made music when I had the chance, but if you wanna know everything… you're not the only one who screwed a friendship up."

That picked Clarke's curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Lexa became a bit nervous and started playing with Clarke's fingers. "I mean that I had a great friend once, Costia. She was the only thing that made me have believe that there was still hope for our world. A hope for peace between clans. She was from another clan, but we became friends, good friends. But eventually I made a move on her because I thought I was in love with her and she freaked out. She said she couldn't be friends with me anymore and when her mom – who also happened to be the queen of that clan - learned what I had done, she threatened to pull away from the coalition that united the clans." Lexa stopped playing with Clarke's fingers and turned around to look at the blonde in the eye. "Turns out I wasn't even in love, but I had almost caused a war. That's when I promised myself to never love again. Because love was weakness."

She resisted the urge to add 'At least, I thought so until I met you'. She wasn't sure how the blonde would react to that and she didn't want to scare her away. She tried to create a distraction from the topic. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that… Costia never really cared about me, even as a friend, whereas Bellamy clearly does care about you, so he won't make the mistake to get you out of his life. If I were him, I'd do anything to keep you in it."

Clarke didn't know what to say, so she just kissed the brunette. This time, the kiss became more heated and soon, their hands were roaming over each others' bodies. Clarke pulled away as she felt something on Lexa's back, like a scar. She looked at it, then at Lexa who was staring at her. It was a scar, but the blonde didn't need to ask where Lexa got it from, she could read the answer in her eyes. That scar, Clarke thought, was just another reminder that Lexa didn't come from the same world as her. But that didn't matter, because Lexa had now found a new home in this world, and Clarke wasn't ready to let her go.

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