Why I Love Her

Standstill

Summary - Clarke, Octavia and Raven are drunk on New Year's Eve, the one night that Clarke and Octavia have off, and there's a cat stuck in the tree. Octavia has the smart idea of calling her hunk of a fireman boyfriend Lincoln to help. His captain insists on coming with him to find out

Or how clexa meets.

Author's Note: So I'm back. I never thought I would ever write a continuation of this, but here I am.

You may thank mjolnirinelevator on ao3  for this chapter, because if not for them I would not have even thought to have put more than one chapter in this fanfic.

It was a bad idea from the start, and that's exactly why Clarke indulged. It wasn't often that she got to be reckless and join in on bad ideas, being a doctor and all. It was even rarer that she got New Year's Eve off. So she was ready for crazy, just not what actually happened.

She and Raven were leaning against each other while Octavia was drinking yet another cup of alcohol, bemoaning the fact that Lincoln was on duty today. Nobody actually felt that bad for her. Lincoln and Octavia had been inseparable since they started dating two months ago. They barely even got to see Octavia's face anymore because she was so busy spending time with Lincoln on her rare days off.

"GOD DAMNIT!"Murphy roars as he misses the cup once again.

Nobody was surprised that Monty and Jasper were winning against Murphy and Bellamy in cup pong, but it was amusing to see their indignant rage at their own inflated egos being crushed anyway. Monty and Jasper have always been superior at cup pong, perhaps because they're the ones who homebrew crazy alcohols like moonshine. All in all, they hold their liquor better than the other two.

Bellamy just groans, shaking his head as if it is completely Murphy's fault that they're losing (it's not, the alcohol has done significant damage to their aiming capabilities).

Clarke rolls her eyes as Octavia downs her cup again. "C'mon. We better get O home before she c'lapses",Clarke murmurs to Raven, not quite able to keep the slur out of her voice. They both stagger to their feet, grabbing Octavia by the arms and hauling her up. Octavia stumbles as they make their way out the door and onto the street. The night is silent except for the occasional shouting drunk hooligan. They lean against each other in the chilly winter night wind, perhaps each silently reminiscing about their past.

Clarke remembers the past well. She hasn't really stopped continuously sprinting forward in life ever since medical school. It's almost like stepping off a spaceship into a forest with an infinite amount of obstacles, where you can't stop or you'll die. Every day is a new race, a new war that she's fighting in the hospital to keep people alive.

A sharp and crisp meow of a cat jolts her out of memory lane and back to reality. Her two friends have stopped too, looking around for the source of the sound. The cat calls again, distress obvious in its voice, and they all look up in unison. The cat is stuck in a tree.

"Oh, hell no. We're not spending the rest of the night trying to rescue a cat", Raven says indignantly, looking to her two friends for reassurance. Octavia looks about ready to climb the tree herself to help the cat.

Raven turns to Clarke for help. "Griffin, I swear-"

Clarke shrugs and glances at Raven for about five seconds before returning her attention to the cat, "It can't hurt to help a cat. Try having a little kind holiday spirit for once, Raven. We've got nothing better to do." The cat is huddled on a tree branch, eyes shining bright yellow in the dark.

Raven stares back in disbelief before shaking her head. "Maybe you two don't, but that bar on mainstreet is calling my name. I'm not wasting the last few hours of my year doing this. Sayonara, bitches." With that, the latina stalks off in a huff, murmuring something about "stupid cats". Her ponytail wags behind her as her shoes click down the sidewalk, a stark contrast in the relative quiet.