Life, As It Seems, Is About Just Surviving

Fighting in the Dead Zone

inspired by some of @zhe-end‘s work

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only if for a night, by sassymajesty 

Opening the door to her office, Lexa steps inside with apologies falling from her lips. “Ms. Griffin, I’m really sorry for keeping you waiting. I had some hiccups in my morning, I’m usually much more punctual than this.”

The woman settles her phone down and straightens up, lengthening her spine before getting up. All Lexa see is blonde hair neatly combed falling over one shoulder, and she looks away for a moment, quickly putting her bag and planner away on a table by the entryway before meeting her new head of finances.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m sure you had a difficult morning,” the words find Lexa before she looks up and her blood turning into ice, little crystals keeping her heart from beating.

That voice.

Lexa knows that voice.

It’s not hard to find her.

Clarke is in Monty’s progress report on their bug, they’re trying out something her roommate suggested — Lexa can’t even be mad at the breach of confidentiality, she’ll take whatever works. She’s in Gustus’s financial statements for the quarter, in Niylah’s new marketing campaign, in Murphy’s and Echo’s updates on the cases they’re currently working on. She’s in a chirpy good morning to Gaia, in the interns’ gossip around the water cooler, in her meetings with the law firms they partner with. She’s everywhere .

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