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“Raven!”
Raven screamed and engulfed her in a hug, both of them ecstatic to be in the same city and venue again.
“Can you believe this shit, Griffin?” Raven jumped and screamed once again for good measure. “I saw the lineup outside, it’s insane!”
“Ladies!” Bellamy Blake was yelling out to them next, his aviators on and a bright smile sharing their excitement. “Can you believe this shit!”
“That’s what I said!”
“Hey,” Octavia trailed behind her brother with a bit less enthusiasm and Clarke figured it probably had to do with her latest breakup from the continuing rolls of douchebags she seemed to find.
“Hey O,” she smiled sympathetically, pulling her friend in for a hug. “No worries, he was a dick.”
Octavia grunted and hugged her back.
“Everyone is here,” Clarke said in awe, as the private room filled with more faces from the past. “Even Anya and Lincoln!”
“Murphy?”
“Hey!” A high-five and wink. “Can you guys believe this shit? Also, Clarke, my daughter is a huge fan.”
“You have a kid Murphy?” Clarke hugged him.
“She’s fucking perfect,” he bragged. “Her name’s Emma and she’s in the crowd tonight.”
“Monty! Harper!” Raven was yelling across the room and running to greet them.
“Hey!” Monty and Harper were in the hugging circle, squealing and jumping and taking selfies.
“Hey Clarke!” Finn Collins was suddenly hugging her, grinning widely. “The biggest superstar of us all!”
“Finn oh my god!” She hugged him back, happy to see an old friend. “So good to see you!”
“Attention!”
Clarke and everyone stopped their conversations, turning to the front where Indra was speaking.
Everyone cheered for her and she smiled, a rare feat for Indra. She had been the screenplay writer and director for Grounders twenty years ago, and was now a huge film director. Clarke had done a few movies with her, always loving the challenging projects Indra chose and owing the woman her career today.
Grounders had been an insanely successful commercial and cult classic film with an entirely child cast. She was twenty-six now, and had been only six years old when she played the Sky Princess.
The movie was about The Sky People from The Ark who escape to The Ground and meet The Grounders, it was a comedy about friendships and fighting and a parody on war. To this day, no matter what movie she was presenting, fans were always asking her about Grounders. The popularity had risen over the years, hence this 20-year reunion special they were doing for Comic Con fans with a sold out venue.
“Now that we are all here, your agents have pre-discussed prices for merch and autographs, the seating chart is listed here – I will be moderating the questions today. Who’s ready?”
“Hell yeah!” It was Anya who called it out, surprising Clarke. She remembered Anya as a very grumpy girl when they filmed together.
/
The cheers were deafening, and the energy was incredible. Clarke had never experienced anything like this in all of her years attending functions.
“Audience questions?”
The first fan at the microphone nervously stuttered, adjusting their baseball hat.
“Um, how come The C-Commander isn’t here?”
The rise in audience was passionate, apparently many people had asked the same thing.
Clarke looked to the end of the long table, all the way to the other side of her a chair sat empty with ‘Lexa Woods: The Commander’ on a placard.
The disappointment was loud, and Clarke was surprised by that large of a reaction. She knew online polls always had fans saying The Commander was their favorite character, she hadn’t anticipated practically every single fan there asking about her.
Anya spoke up, “sorry fans, she has a family emergency but she texted me she will be here.”
“Next question,” Indra moderated to the audience.
A young boy who wouldn’t have even been born when the film came out, leaned up to speak into the microphone. “What if The Commander didn’t make a truce with The Sky Princess?”
“Then there would be no alliance to defeat the mountain, and definitely the Sky Crew would have been lost without her” Raven had caused a lot of laughter at that answer.
“We have time for one more fan question.”
Hands shot up and loud words tossed over one another before the fans themselves pushed someone forward, as if selecting someone to speak on their behalf.
“Um, my question is for Clarke…”
“Shoot,” Clarke smiled charmingly.
“Was The Sky Princess into The Guard or The Commander?”
There was total silence from the fans when they asked this question and Clarke was stunned.
“You mean like, romantically?” She clarified.
There were wolf-whistles in the crowd and everyone, cast and fans alike laughed loudly.
“Well,” Clarke contemplated. “The Guard is more of a brother type for the princess, I think she definitely had a crush – if on anyone – The Commander.”
As soon as Clarke said it, the screaming and cheering that followed was deafening. The auditorium lit up with noise and fans stood up and danced.
Clarke couldn't believe it, and just when they thought the noise might settle down, the screams picked up even louder with chants of “Commander! Commander! Commander!”
This time when she looked to the end of the table, she saw they were chanting at Lexa who was waving with a large grin on her face.
/
Lexa looked incredible.
Clarke was surprised to see how twenty years older looked on her once castmate, a little self-conscious even. She had kept in touch with almost everyone from their time on Grounders, even the hair and makeup team from that time sent her Christmas cards, but not Lexa. She found herself really curious about what Lexa was up to these days.
It was fan and autograph time, with her line second-best to Lexa’s.
“Jeez they went crazy for her,” Bellamy was whispering into her ear. “I had no idea there were that many die-hard fans out there.”
“No kidding,” Clarke answered before looking forward to warmly greeting her next fan.
After a photograph and autograph, Bellamy approached her again.
“What does she even do? Does she still act?”
“No clue,” Clarke responded to him before greeting her next customer, someone in cosplay of The Commander outfit.
“Damn, nice costume,” Clarke complimented, impressed.
/
“Clarke Griffin,” Lexa found her in the Christmas after-party at Indra’s house.
“Lexa Woods,” Clarke greeted her, buzzing from the eggnog Indra had made.
Lexa smiled, “so… I had a lot of my fans telling me you confirmed their favorite ‘ship’ today.”
Clarke leaned closer to Lexa, pointing at the Christmas sweater. “Are you wearing a Christmas Tree Crew sweater?”
“Lincoln made them for us,” Lexa admitted, nodding to the far corner.
Clarke looked to see both Lincoln and Anya watching them with amused smiles, and both wearing a similar sweater as Lexa with a decorated tree on the front.
“So you guys all stayed close?”
“Something about playing in mud and learning wooden sword fighting really bonded us,” Lexa’s tone sounded almost flirtatious, and Clarke felt bold.
Her sexuality was no secret, and she not-so egotistically assumed that Lexa must know that about her.
“So you’re one of the few of us that didn’t carry on acting. What do you do?”
“I sell candles,” Lexa answered.
“Candles? There’s actual money in that?”
Lexa feigned offense, “there are many people, like myself, who appreciate a decent candle, Clarke.”
Clarke bit her bottom lip, leaning even closer. “I like how you say my name.”
She felt satisfied when Lexa nervously tucked hair behind her ear, ears that were red and not from cold.
“You know,” Clarke continued. “Last Christmas, when we hung out, I recall you telling me I was pretty .”
“You – we were kids, Clarke,” Lexa looked cautiously at her, clearly flustered.
“So you don’t think I’m pretty?”
“The world thinks you’re pretty, Clarke, you’re a very popular actress,” Lexa deflected. “Excuse me, I need a coke.”
Clarke’s gaze followed Lexa head towards the cooler of drinks before it turned to where Lincoln and Anya were giggling behind their eggnog. Narrowing her eyes at them, she made her way over.
“Anya. Lincoln.”
“Clarke!” Lincoln's voice cracked. “H-hey…”
“Sup Griffin,” Anya coughed.
“You guys are close with Lexa – is she single?”
“Y-yes,” Lincoln confirmed.
“Gay?”
“Hella gay,” Anya snickered.
Clarke saw Lexa across the room, like something out of a Coca-Cola Christmas commercial, uncapping her bottle and taking a sip. She changed course, waved at her friends in passing when they greeted her, and grabbed Lexa’s wrist without a second thought.
“Wait–” Lexa allowed herself to be tugged along. “Clarke, is everything alright?”
Clarke knew Indra’s house well from the occasional home-meetings they had, and entered the privacy of her office. She used Lexa’s body to close the door and kissed her.
/
“Did Clarke just grab Lexa and take her into Indra’s study?” Lincoln asked Anya, still gaping at what they just witnessed.
“Who wants to play charades!” Finn yelled out to the room full of actors, everyone yelling loudly in agreement over the Christmas EDM mix.
/
Lexa groaned softly after the shock of the kiss wore off, before pulling Clarke in closer by the hips with her free hand – the one not holding a coke bottle.
Clarke moaned her approval as finger curved around her waist. She moved her lips against Lexa’s, sighing before a light smack signaled their separation. She leaned back, turned on from the look Lexa gave her, darkened eyes watching her lips like they needed another taste.
Clarke smiled, pulling her bottom lip in with her teeth. “Was that okay?”
Lexa swallowed thickly, offering a nod instead of talking. She set the coke bottle down on the shelf near the door – next to one of Indra’s Oscars – and used both of her hands to tug Clarke back in for another kiss.
//
(bonus cracky scene)
“She’s an incredible kisser,” Lexa told Lincoln and Anya over breakfast the next day.
“That’s so gay,” Anya teased, taking a sip of her coffee. “I can’t believe she actually found your dork ass kissable.”
“We didn’t just kiss,” Lexa smugly told her best friends. “In fact, I’m joining her for a vacation next week.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Anya’s smile dropped.
“I can’t believe Indra didn’t catch you guys.” Lincoln was equally shocked.
“Lexa, you have no game!” Anya pointed a finger at her. “You just lucked out that the girl you like is into emotionally stunted flirting!”
“I think my sweater helped, I kept it form-fitting,” Lincoln made sure his contribution was understood.
“I do too have game, Anya,” Lexa raised her nose. “And yes, the sweater did help. She told me when we–”
“La la la la la la la shut up!” Anya smacked her shoulder. “Okay then, if your game is so good, explain what exactly you did.”
“Well I…” Lexa cleared her throat. “I made an impression when we were younger so she was curious about me. I started a successful candle business because we both are attracted to success, and… and I had my hair done professionally that morning.”
“All bullshit,” Anya told her. “You told her she was pretty when we were little like a sappy dipshit, your candle business is hardly something any of us give a shit about, and maybe your hair helped, I’ll give you that, but you did nothing . Hence, no game.”
“She’s right, Lexa,” Lincoln said, apologetically. “Even your fans asking her who had better chemistry before you showed up had better game than you.”
Offended, Lexa needed her friends to know, “I’ll have you know my candle business is doing very well!”
//
(bonus bonus cracky scene)
“Hey Indra, I was just calling to invite you to the wedding…”
“I’m happy for you and Lexa, Clarke, I really am – but did you have to do it in my study? Near my Oscars!”
“Well, you see… I’m sure you can appreciate the direction of it all. And it’s not like it was a fling – I’m marrying her and it would mean so much to both of us that you attend. Lexa’s even offering to custom-make you a candle.”
“Fine! I’ll come but I won't be buying a wedding gift.”