Alex kom Nerdkru

“You passed!”

Clarke's restless pacing comes to an abrupt halt, her hand dropping from her mouth where she had been nervously biting the cuticle on her thumb.  Her eyes lock on Raven, sitting on the couch, peering over her laptop and beaming with pride. Raven turns the screen around so she can see for herself. In a heavy exhale, Clarke releases the breath she didn’t know she was holding. “I passed.”

Slumping onto the couch beside Raven, Clarke rakes her fingers through her hair. She takes a moment to let it sink in before a wry chuckle escapes her lips. “Holy shit.”

Raven’s excitement wavers when she sees the conflict etched on her friend's face. “What’s up, Griff?” She sets the laptop aside and pivots to face Clark. “For someone who just slayed the MCATs, you don’t seem very happy about it.” 

Clarke sighs. “I’m happy.” 

Raven raises an eyebrow. “I think your face missed the memo, buddy.” 

Sitting up, Clarke rubs the sudden tiredness from her eyes. “I mean, I’m relieved and glad it’s over, I guess. I still love medicine and want to help people, but it all seems so final now , you know? I just don’t want to be looking back twenty years from now, thinking ‘what-if.’”

“Are you worried about Skaikru? And if that’s the case, don’t be. They all knew what they were getting into. Nobody expects you to bail on medical school just to keep hanging out in Bellamy’s garage and sneaking into practice rooms.”

A flicker of a smile twitches on the edges of her lips as she remembers her last venture to the music building and her entirely new motivation to keep up her criminal activities. Clarke forces herself to stay in the moment. “I know.” She stands up, snapping the laptop closed more forcefully than she intended. Her voice softens. “I’m just going to miss it, that’s all.” 

Keeping the lights off, Lexa pads to the kitchen, careful not to wake the mass of wild dirty-blonde hair and sprawling limbs spread akimbo on her couch. A very loud, very inebriated Anya came stumbling in around 3 am, effectively scaring the hell out of Lexa, barely getting one shoe off before grabbing whatever blankets were within arms reach and promptly passing out. 

She makes herself a cup of coffee as silently as possible and leans against the counter, looking into the living room with an amused grin. Anya snores lightly; mouth hung open with drool dribbling down her chin and pooling in the bend of her elbow.  Unable to resist, Lexa snaps a picture before she begins scrolling through her phone. She hits play when she finds what she is looking for, sighing contentedly into her mug as the sound of Jacques Offenbach’s The Gallop Infernal blasts through every smart speaker in the house.  

“WHAT THE FU–” Anya yelps, cut off abruptly when she flails off the couch and hits the floor with an oomph . She pops up from her tangle of blankets like a deranged gopher, immediately regretting the sudden movement. She collapses back on the floor and presses both hands to her ears. “What fresh hell is this,” she groans. Not daring to open her eyes, she fumbles a hand across the couch above her until she finds a pillow and slams it over her head. 

Anya actually mewls in relief when Lexa finally takes pity on her and turns off the music. “Good morning, sunshine,” she sing-songs. “Have fun with Raven last night?”

Anya spares just enough of what precious energy she has to give her the finger. “What time is it?” she grumbles. “Six.”

“Kill me.”

“I’d be more than happy to give you the warrior's death you deserve. Coffee first?”

Lexa barely holds in her laughter as Anya just nods into the carpet.