Kiss me, Not

The Revelation

"Hey, Collins!"

Finn stopped what he was doing and carefully put down the dumbbell.

"Hey, Bell. Sup?"

"Everything okay with you?"

"Yeah! Been training hard."

"Good."

"Thanks."

"Say, how are you and Clarke?"

"Clarke. We're doing great. Been trying hard to make her say yes," he averted his eyes from Bellamy's intense gaze, "But soon. Soon I'll get there. I'll be the best prince charming she'll deserve."

"Hmm."

"Why you'd ask?"

"Nothing. Get back to work."

Finn nodded confusedly as he watched the older Blake walked out of the gym.

What was that about?

//

"Clarke, honey. Can you help me bring this to the table please."

"Sure, Mrs Woods."

Clarke entered the dining area and found Gustus and Lexa in a heated conversation.

"Father, I don't understand. Emori had laid out the plan and the proposal was doing great. Why wouldn't you agree?"

"Alexandria, this is a matter of experience. The finance will not be able to cover that big of a deal if we weren't in a dilemma."

"But dad-"

"That's enough! We're having breakfast and that is what we're gonna do. If you wanna talk about it then wait till we get to the office."

Gustus sliced his pancake with great aggravation and Lexa bowed her head seemingly seething as her body language projects.

She laid down the plate of bacon on the table and quietly sat down, afraid of disturbing the hushed atmosphere that suddenly enveloped the table. Clarke had no idea what they were arguing about it's better to not say anything at all.

"What's all with the gloomy faces?"

Indra asked putting down a jug of orange juice.

"Love, thank you for breakfast. Better get back to work." Gustus stood up, "Alexandria."

Lexa followed suit, shouldering her bag.

"Wait."

Both Woods stopped.

"Clarke! Why don't you join Lexa in the office? It's the holidays you're probably bored at home spending time with an old lady like me." Indra winked.

"I...Mrs. Woods-..."

"Mom, what work can Clarke do in the office? She doesn't know anything about our business."

"Oh I'm pretty sure your dad can think of something."

The older Woods gave her husband a look, whom immediately nodded obediently.

"Of course. Of course."

"Well there you go. Go get dressed up, honey. They'll wait for you in the car."

Clarke who was still tight lipped and confused. Dutifully stood up and went to her room.

//

"Mom! What are you doing?" Lexa hissed, receiving a raised eyebrow from her father.

"What's wrong honey?" Indra sighed, "Clarke needs something to do. Just let her help out in the office. No biggie. Don't worry."