Chapter 7
Clarke woke up with a terrible headache and immediately noticed that no one was home. She didn't hear Lexa's singing to the radio, or clattering plates in the kitchen. Also she didn't hear Raven, who usually been there at most of the morning before she had to go to her workshop. Despite her headache she decided to get up and find out what was going on. She quickly dressed up and entered the kitchen. The room was unusually clean and quiet, the same as rest of the house.
"Lexa?" She called, but no one answered. "Raven?"
"Come on, it's not funny." She said after checking on every room in her apartment. "I swear to god, if this is some kind of joke, you're gonna regret it." She said and then she heard window crashing. When she entered her room, there was a rock on her bed wrapped in a sheet of paper. She unfolded the paper and started reading.
WE HAVE YOUR GIRL
IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN YOU WILL COME TO THE BOATHOUSE IN 1 HOUR
REMEMBER, NO COPS OR SHE DIES
Her jaw fell down to the floor and she closed her eyes no to let the tears fall. She quickly grabbed her phone to call the police but there was no reception. She threw her phone at the wall in anger and grabbed her keys from the nighstand. Then she stormed off from her apartment and entered her car. It was unusally clean too, same as her apartment.
"Finn, you sick fuck." She muttered to herself when tears started freely falling down on her face. She turned the keys in the ignition and her Audi roared to life.
Driving far quicker than law allowed after twenty minutes she was standing in front of the boathouse. After two minutes of pacing before the front door she entered the building, but there was no one. Her heart stopped for a while and she loked around, hoping that maybe she wasn't alone there. But she didn't know what was better, that no one was in the boathouse, or that she didn't know where to look for Lexa.
"Is this a joke?" She yelled more to herself that to anybody else. "Are you fucking kidding me? Where is she, I still have got half an hour!" She desperately tried not to sound desperate, but with no succes. Then she saw another piece of paper on the ground. She lifted it so she could read it.
GOOD GIRL
BUT YOU'VE GOT MORE WORK TO DO IF YOU WANT HER BACK
NIYLAH IS WAITING OUTSIDE, SHE'LL TELL YOU WHAT TO DO
So Clarke exited the boathouse and immediately spotted Niylah in front of her car. It took a lot of her willpower to not to kill her. She glared at the girl instead, but she only laughed and approached Clarke.
"Hi, Clarke. Beautiful weather, isn't it?"
"Cut the crap, where is Lexa?"
"Oh, her name is Lexa? How pretty name. It would be a shame if it's owner would be found dead tomorrow, huh?" Niylah said in mockingly sad tone and put her hand over her heart.
"What do you want from me?"
"Clarkey, Clarkey, always in such hurry. You never have time for a talk with a friend. How you've been?"
"Niylah, we can be hardly called friends, so stop fucking around and tell me what that dickhead wants from me." Clarke demanded in harsh tone which finally seemed to poke Niylah in the right place, because her gaze hardened and she stopped smiling.
"Okay, okay. As you wish. But you know, you didn't have to be so rude." Niylah pouted and the blonde rolled her eyes. "Fine. He wants you to go to your art gallery and destroy every single one of your paintings."
"What?! Is he insane? It took me seven months to paint them!" Clarke started pacing in front of Niylah. "What does he think, that he can kidnap people and tell the others what to do? And you're listening to him?! That dumbass!"
"Okay, Clarke, hold your horses. There's no need to be rude. But the situation is simple, A: you don't destroy paintings and live happily ever after without your friend, or B: you destroy ALL of your paintings at the gallery and Lexa comes back to you, jolly and unharmed." Niylah grinned and walked away leaving pacing blonde alone.
She was sitting in her car in front of art gallery. She was thinking about everything what happened and decided she couldn't let Lexa die even if she was only a robot. They became friends, and even Raven liked her. Of course, she could be replaced, but Clarke wasn't sure if Raven would be able to make another robot. And after all Clarke wasn't sure if she wanted a replacement for Lexa. She knew if someone took her place, it wouldn't be the same. The became friends. With Lexa, Clarke felt easy and light, being quiet with the brunette wasn't hard, she always helped Clarke even if she didn't have to. In three weeks time Lexa became important in Clarke's life.
"Ah, fuck this. I can painting dozens of new paintings." She muttered to herself and stormed into the art gallery only to see it was empty. There was no people and no security guards. "What the hell..." Clarke said to herself and stopped in front of first painting. She took it off of the wall and broke the frame. The crack of it broke her heart a little, but she decided Lexa was a lot more important than a painting of some sea and horses. Next she ripped the painting in a half and threw it away.
She ripped four of her painting to pieces when she heard quiet footsteps behind her so she wuickly turned around to see smiling Finn with Niylah in tow.
"Well well well, who we've got here." He grinned and Clarke tried to hide her gisgust behind scowl. "You're doing great job, Princess. But I think that's enough. There's no need to destroy such pretty things. It won't save her anyway. I changed my mind."
"What? What the hell, Finn? Are you crazy?"
"Maybe I am. Maybe I am not. Who cares?" He waved his hand at Niylah who quickly dragged Lexa to him and he placed his hand on the brunette's shoulder. "Certainly not her!" He exclaimed and started laughing obnoxiously. When he stopped, he kicked Lexa to the ground and then Clarke saw black liquid flowing from her nose and corner of mouth.
"You promised, let her go."
"Oh Princess, I didn't promise anything. I told Niylah to inform you that I may let Lexa go if you'll destroy your paintings. She didn't tell you that?" Finn asked and looked at the girl behind him. He started laughing once again when she shook her head with mocking pout on her face. "I'll guess I'll have some fun then, if you two can't leave this place alive."
"You son of a bitch! I can't believe I've dated you!" Clarke started screaming and kicking when some other guy appeared from nowhere and lifted her from the ground. He handcuffed her and she could only watch as Finn started to cut Lexa's arm open and more black liquid started appearing on the ground beneath her.
"No, Lexa! Let me go, don't do this!"
"Clarke!"
"No, please, I'll do anything!"
"Clarke, wake up!" She jumped on the bed and sat straight looking around with tears in her eyes.
Only then she noticed Lexa sitting on the edge of her bed when the brunette touched her hand. She threw herself at the robot and hugged her, sobbing into her shirt. Lexa patiently waited for Clarke to calm down and tell her about her dream.
"It's okay, Clarke, you're safe." The blonde loved how her name sounded when Lexa's been saying it. When she finally stopped crying she told Lexa about her dream and didn't stop holding onto her like she could disapear if she let go.
"It's okay. I'm made from metal, no one can hurt me, remember?"
"Yeah, but it all seemed so real."
Lexa's been stroking blonde's hair all the time since Clarke woke up and stopped only when little ball of fur appeared on the blonde's bed and started barking to gain attention of the two women. The brunette quickly pulled him onto her lap and started scratching his ears as he tried to lick her. When he noticed he couldn't reach Lexa, he stretched himself to lick Clarke's face and she jumped away from him exclaiming 'eww'.
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"Okay, so what do you want to do today?" Raven asked when she entered Clarke's apartment and noticed only Lexa was present there. "Where's blondie?"
"She had to go to the gallery. And we don't have to do anything, you can wait for her."
"Oh no. Nu-uh. I won't be sitting there and moping around like you, broody gay. We're gonna have fun!"
"Fun? What's this? And what's gay? Am I gay? Why didn't anybody tell me?" Lexa scrunched her nose and Raven chuckled.
"Fun is when you do something you like. And gay is when a boy likes boys. Or girl like girls."
"Does that mean you're gay if you like Clarke?"
"No, not in that way. You're gay when you're interested romantically in someone, you understand? There's a lot romantic things in your books."
"How can I be gay if I'm not interested in anyone?"
"So you're trying to tell me there's no one who caught your eye?"
"No. I don't have feelings, remember?"
"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night. So you're not interested in certain blonde you're living with?"
"No, Clarke is my friend. Why would I be interested in her?"
"Okay, okay. Do you think she's pretty?"
"Of course she is, have you seen her? When I look at her I feel something weird in the place where my stomach should be."
"And you're trying to tell me you're not gay." Raven rolled her eyes and sat next to Lexa on the couch. "Okay, I'm gonna educate you about gays, lesbians, bisexuals, homophobes, trans people and other stuff. First, tv series which teach us not to trust white straight men and why bullets often kill lesbians even if the wounds are not lethal."
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Later that day, when Clarke came back home Lexa and Raven were arguing about dead lesbians and why it's so funny when some strong and intimidating girl gets all cute and flustered around her crush.
"Clarke, tell her! The girl's afraid of nothing and suddenly is all shy and gay around her crush!"
"Raven, it's only tv show, it's not real. Besides don't you have better things to do?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know. I thought you had a date today."
"Nah, she cancelled. Something about sick cat or lizard, or raccoon, I don't know." Raven shrugged and went to the kitchen for beer. When she looked at Clarke and Lexa from the kitchen, they were cuddling on the couch, because Clarke still wanted to make sure Lexs is real and safe and nothing wrong is going to happen.
"Yeah, I'm not interested in Clarke my ass, Lexa." She muttered to herself and scratched Fish' ears.