#continuingfic

“The truth was, Lexa wanted to kiss her. Kiss her until she didn’t know which breath was her’s and which was Clarke’s. Kiss her until the aching feeling inside of her was gone. She couldn’t. She had done this before, just not like this.”

Lexa, daughter of the founder of one of the biggest banks America has ever known, who’s genuinely loved by practically everyone, meets Clarke, art hoé, very cocky when drunk and a bit of a lost soul.

It’s a cliché high school story, it sure is.

But, maybe not so much.

AU: Clarke is a first year resident, Lexa is a patient with a redacted patient history, a blizzard is striking, and there's a threat inside the hospital; what will transpire when the Crisis strikes?