Clarke wakes up to the smell of glorious coffee only to be jolted by her mother's face coming into focus.
"You have a fiancé?" Abby asks far too calmly than Clarke thinks is warranted which immediately makes her nervous. Especially since Beverly is sitting at the desk doing paperwork like she is here to make sure her mother doesn't do anything stupid and needs to intervene.
"Noo.... I don't workkk at a bankkkk." Lexa slurs in response, too drugged up to Pluto at this point to honestly gather what the fuck is going on. Abby and Clarke both look over at the brunette smirking for a second as she sloppily turns her head to see what Clarke is doing.
"See this conversation here... that is literally why I didn't tell you." Clarke deadpans taking another sip of her caffeine quite unperturbed.
"I AM YOUR MOTHER!" Abby hisses in disbelief.
"I am well aware... believe me." Clarke retorts, taking another sip and causing Bev to huff in stifled laughter. Lexa perks up hearing that word and looks at the woman again. Sorta able to see the resemblance as she looks at them now but this could also be the pain killer haze so who knows. Her gaze drifts down to the name on the pristine white doctor coat and groggily reads it.
Abigail Griffin, M.D.
Chief of Surgery
"Do you treat your mother like this?" Abby asks all of a sudden to Lexa and rips her focus back to the others in the room with her.
"Don't answer that." Clarke orders seriously and Lexa zips it without question since she is still far too drugged to argue any point. Plus, she had not been listening close enough to what Abby had been saying to even begin to know what to reply with.
"I am just asking a simple question..." Abby sighs frustratedly.
"You are attempting to act nice because you know from her chart, that you have already studied before you entered, that she has been given pain meds. Assuming it will be easy for you to get information out of her while she is drugged up... since I refuse to tell you anything anymore. Which is exactly why I told her not to say anything." Clarke calmly states taking another sip of her coffee.
"Please tell me at least your kids don't treat you like this?" Abby mutters in disbelief to a chuckling Bev.
"Every single one of them. But I do believe that you have trained this one far too well for your own good at this point." Bev smirks at the chief causing those light eyes to roll.
"We... we trained... don't deny it." Abby quips right back as Bev snorts with a nod.
"What can I say? I am a sucker for adorable little blonde pain in the asses." Bev shrugs, causing a grin on Clarke's face that has Lexa smirking.
"Pain in the ass is right." Abby grumbles frowning back at Clarke who just grins wider at her mother.
"Since I found out via word of mouth that my ONLY daughter has a girlfriend... that she is engaged to be married to... that I didn't have a single clue about... and ended up weaseling her way back into the VERY same hospital she JUST worked a full 72-hour shift in..." Abby states glaring at Clarke angrily. "... FORCED her way into the operating room of said girlfriend and took over the entire thing... EVEN AFTER being reminded of the hospital's policies for treating a significant other, completely ignoring the code of conduct we uphold as physicians in this hospital. All while honestly expecting that her mother, the CHIEF SURGEON OF THE HOSPITAL, would somehow NOT find any of this out." She lectures angrily.
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Crash Into Me
FanfictionFounder, owner, and CEO of Polis Power and Conservation, Lexa Woods, thought she had everything. Money, power, prestige, a penthouse apartment with a commanding view of Polis. General surgeon at Arcadia General Hospital, Clarke Griffin, was content...
