Chapter 4
“No! Please, no. Don’t!”
Clarke turned her head to see Lexa tossing and turning in her sleep. She went to her bed and sat down on the edge of it.
“Hey!”
She touched her arm.
“Hey, Lexa. Wake up.”
The woman turned her head in her direction, eyes still closed.
“Please, no!”
Her voice sounded so sad, so defeated. Clarke wondered what her dream was about. She was about to wake her, but suddenly Lexa’s hand was on hers and Clarke stopped in mid-motion.
It was so easy, sitting here, looking at her, and the handholding seemed to have stopped the nightmare. Lexa was calm now, so Clarke stayed put, letting the minutes pass by.
She had nine more days. Nine days left until she had to face her old life again. Nine days until she had to be in her apartment again, hopefully alone. For the last six months Clarke had almost never been alone. She hadn’t had time to think about Finn, about the way he had … touched her, about what she was going to do about it. She didn’t have any proof.
She knew Bellamy wouldn’t let something like this slide. She would have to talk to him about it to make sure he wouldn’t do anything … drastic. He was like a brother to her and she didn’t want him to get in trouble. She sighed. She didn’t know if she wanted to tell her mother, if she wanted to tell anyone. Even the thought of it made her stomach turn. She didn’t know why. She had done nothing wrong.
She sat there for the longest time, not noticing the glances of the nurse. Even if she had, right now she wasn’t in the mood to care.
When she finally lifted her head she looked right into Lexa’s eyes. She had been watching her, but Clarke did neither blush nor move. Lexa seemed to scan every part of Clarke’s face like she wanted to memorize it. Her fingers interlacing with Clarke’s seemed to be the natural progression. Clarke just sat there and looked at her until she finally broke the silence.
“You had a nightmare.”
“You look like you had one yourself.” Lexa’s voice was soft and Clarke felt a sort of calmness inside her that she hadn’t known before.
“Yes, something like that.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Clarke shook her head. “No.”
Lexa nodded. She understood.
“Doctor?”
Clarke turned around and saw the nurse looking at her from a few feet away.
“Yes?”
“I am sorry, but I need you in Private Fenton’s room.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Clarke looked at Lexa and was sad that she had to go.
Lexa smiled and slowly let go of her hand.
“It’s okay, Doc. I’m fine now.”
Clarke couldn’t help, but wonder if that was the truth for either of them.
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“I really don’t think she wanted you to tell me about this.”
Lincoln looked at Bellamy who was pacing around the tent they were in.
“I know that. But I had to tell somebody. I was about to explode!”
Lincoln scratched the stubble of his beard. Octavia would hate it. He really needed to shave before they went home, which was in nine days. The best thing was that they had orders not to go back to camp. They were supposed to spend the nine days at the hospital, basically doing nothing. War was over for Lincoln.
He looked at Bellamy. “What’s your plan?”
“I don’t have one. I mean, I will kick the bastard’s ass, but except for that I have no clue. What if he keeps harassing Clarke? I can’t bloody well kill him.”
“Well, you could do something else.”
Bell stopped.
“What do you mean?”
“Your new job is in the private security business.”
“So?”
“And Clarke just saved the sister of your boss …” He smiled at Bellamy. “There are possibilities. Just saying …”
Bell considered this.
“I guess, I could ask Anya for a favor … And maybe she even benefits from it.”
Lincoln was curious now. “How?”
Bellamy just smiled. “You’ll see.”
He took his mobile from his pocket.
“I have to make a call.”
--
Anya stared at her phone in annoyance. It had been ringing the whole day and she was sick of answering. All she wanted was to go home, take a shower and sleep.
She looked at the caller ID and when she saw the number her stomach flipped.
No, please God, no!
“Bellamy?!”
There was static on the other end.
“Bellamy?”
“Anya? Can you hear me? Sorry, the line isn’t so good.”
“I can hear you. What is wrong?”
Static again. Anya cursed.
“Hello?”
“Yes, sorry, Anya. I went outside. Can you hear me now?”
“Yes. What is wrong?”
“Wrong?” Bellamy sounded confused. “Oh, sorry, I scared you, didn’t I? Nothing is wrong. Well, not anymore at least.”
“You’re not making any sense, Blake. Is Lexa okay?”
“Lexa was shot, but we made it to the hospital in time. She is fine. She will need some time to heal, but she’ll be fine.”
Anya let her self fall back in her chair.
“She was shot? How?”
“She saved Lincoln and me. Without her we’d be dead.”
“She didn’t …”
Bell understood what she was asking.
“No.”
Anya took a deep breath.
“When will you be home?”
“In nine days. Lincoln and I will stay with her until then. She’ll be fine. Clarke takes good care of her.”
“Clarke?”
“Yes. That is actually the reason why I am calling. Clarke is a friend of mine. Well, actually she’s my sister’s friend, but I’ve known her since she was in kindergarten. She’s a doctor. Anyway, Clarke has some … problems with her ex-boyfriend. He has been stalking her and … well, he did a little bit more than that. I don’t want to go into the details right now.” He paused. “I’d like to ask you a favor.”
“You want me to give her a protective detail? It’s done. I owe you, Bellamy.”
She heard him smile.
“Actually, I had something a little bit more specific in mind.”
Now Anya got curious.
“Explain.”
“You probably won’t believe it, but Clarke and Lexa … I don’t know how to explain it, but there is something going on.”
Anya got up and walked to the window of her office. She had a nice view over the city.
“What exactly do you mean by that?”
“It’s really … they’ve been staring at each other constantly and Lexa keeps on … smiling.”
“My sister is smiling?”
“Yes. And she is … just calm when Clarke is there. And with Clarke it’s the same. I have no idea how you want to call this, but there is definitely something going on.”
Anya looked outside. She had always loved the city by night. It was beautiful. It calmed her.
“Okay, I will believe it when I see it. But what is it exactly that you propose?”
He heard him chuckling.
“Let Lexa be the one that keeps an eye on Clarke.”
“But you said she needs time to heal.”
“She does, but I will have a serious talk with Clarke’s ex and I doubt he will be a big problem after that. And did I mention that Clarke is a doctor?”
Anya grinned.
“And you think that this will work? Your friend has no more problems with her ex and Lexa will stop being so sad all the time?”
“They will cure themselves. I just know it.”
Anya thought about it for a minute.
“Okay, Cupid, let’s try.”
“Great, Anya! Thank you!”
“No problem. And Bell …?
“Yes?”
“Thank you for taking care of my sister.”
“You are welcome.”
The call ended and Anya stayed at the window looking outside. Lexa was smiling? That would really be something.