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2015

„Raven, where the fuck are you?“ Lexa wiped her grimy hands on her dark blue overall and looked around. She had just finished the repairs on the car in front of her, and her boss was nowhere to be seen.

„Here, no reason to use such foul language!“ Raven could be heard from the tiny office right next to the hall where they fixed the cars.

„Oh shut up“, Lexa said, rolling her eyes.
She went into the office, signing the papers of the car and falling down on the second chair in there. „Can I be done for the day?“

Raven kicked her leg playfully. „You didn't even work for that long...“

„Fuck off, Reyes!“ Lexa couldn't help but grin a little bit.

„Oh come on, I know you love me!“ Raven cried out, one hand over her heart.

Lexa snorted slightly and shook her head. „In your dreams...“

„Oh yes, you got me, Lex! I'm deeply in love with you, you hot piece of -“

Lexa, turning only slightly red, stopped her with her hand over Ravens mouth. „Shut up, stupid!“
Raven stopped talking, but grinned wildly.

„You know...“, she said after a while. „If I didn't know you, I'd think you were just some sassy and antisocial weirdo...“ She was laughing.

„I am a sassy and antisocial weirdo, Raven“, Lexa interrupted, grinning slightly.

„I know, honey, but undeaneath it all you're just a little cinnamon roll. Shy and just a little bit prude... enough to seem cute and mysterious...“ Raven tried to get away in time, but Lexa had already hit her with some papers lying around.

„Hey, those could be important!“

„Well, clean up after yourself then, Reyes!“

Lexa grumbled, trying to walk away. But Raven didn't want to let her go that easily. She caught Lexa around the waist and pulled her in her lap.

„You know I'm only kidding, right?“

Lexa sighed and nodded, slowly relaxing in Ravens arms. „Yes I do. I'm trying, okay?“

Raven smiled a little. „Yes, I know, Lex...“
She squeezed her lightly and pressed a small kiss on Lexas warm shoulder, which made the other girl squirm slightly.

„Sorry, sorry.. alright... go on then, sugarplum...“ Raven giggled softly. She loved to annoy Lexa, but she also wanted her to know that she was always there for her.
Lexa rolled her eyes and left the shop quickly, looking down on the pavement the whole way back home, thinking.

*

Raven bit her lip as she watched her friend go. She was really trying to figure out Lexa.

They had known each other for a few years now, she had met her at a shabby gay bar downtown, where Lexa tried to figure out who she was and what she wanted.

Raven had to admit that she definitely wanted to get into Lexa's pants when she first met her, but by now there was nothing but friendly affection for the younger girl. She wanted to protect her and keep her safe and happy, even though it was sometimes quite hard for her to understand her friend. She knew that Lexa didn't have the best childhood or youth for that matter, and that she didn't have any friends or family to speak of. Her mother just went away one day and never came back, and Raven wasn't sure if Lexa missed her or not.
To be honest she thought that Lexa probably didn't know herself.

But on that night, when she saw this beautiful and beautifully broken girl sit there at the bar, shyly looking at other people, Raven knew she wanted to be part of her life, one way or another.

She had walked up to her, scaring away any other person who wanted to try anything, and in the end, she had taken her home, because Lexa had had nowhere else to go. They had talked for a little bit, and in the end Lexa had cried, desperately trying to keep her sobs quiet, shaking and looking at Raven like she was the very first person to care for Lexa in a long, long time.

And she probably had been. And still she cared for Lexa, more than for any other person in the whole world.
Raven sighed and got back to work.

*

When Lexa arrived at her house, she didn't even notice anything different. She still lived in the same house she grew up in, only that now Raven owned it and lived there too.

It was still a shabby neighborhood, but back when Lexa's mom had taken off, Raven had thought it would be a good idea for Lexa to stay in a familiar place. It was also conveniently close to Ravens workshop, so she bought it for a lot less money than she had expected.

They had even fixed it all up together.

From the outside, it still looked fucked up, but on the inside, they had made a home. Lexa smiled at the thought of Raven with a paintbrush. Raven liked painting the walls and changed the colors of their kitchen's wall at least once a year. Grinning, Lexa put the key into the keyhole of their very red door. She always made sure they repainted it in the spring. Raven never understood, but Lexa let her choose the color of the door, so she never complained.

Lexa liked red. And she liked her front door painted nicely.

Not in blue though. Never in blue, especially not in that faint sky blue that she had learned to despise... at least that's what she told herself whenever she looked at the door of that one house at the end of the street. The door was still blue, but it hadn't been painted for years and years, and nobody lived there right now.

That's when Lexa stopped dead in her tracks. Something was wrong with this picture.
She had come home like this a million times, always looking at the door with the flaked blue paint, but this time, something was differnt: there was a car in front of the house.

Lexa turned around and went the few steps down her driveway to take a closer look.
It couldn't be. They couldn't have sold the house. It had been empty for over a decade and Lexa wanted it to stay this way.
She went even closer, key still in her hand, and then her breath stopped.
Out of the house with the fading blue door came a young woman with curly blonde hair, smiling at someone else behind her. But Lexa didn't care for anyone else, because this was... Clarke. Clarke Griffin.

And now Clarke was turning around, looking directly at her. She could see the surprise on her face, and when Clarke opened her mouth, Lexa could hear her even though she was only whispering.

„Lexa?“