Clexa One-Shots

"Just Say Hello"

She isn't sure what does it. Isn't sure if it's the crack in her voice over the static of the phone or if it's just the fact that she had called her, of all people, which does it. She sobs, she cries into the phone, weakness that Clarke is never shown. This kind of weakness she doesn't show to anyone. Clarke quickly decides that this sound, the strangled one coming from her throat through the speaker, is probably the worst sound Clarke has ever heard. The worst part about it all was she couldn't do anything. She could only sit on the phone with her, breathing into it, trying to think of something right to say as she cried in her ear.

Clarke felt useless, completely useless. Her small mutterings of "don't be sad," and "its gets better," only made the noises worse. Clarke quickly stops trying to comfort her with words, aware they aren't going to help and only breathes into the phone. She listens as she sobs and Clarke can almost see her, curled against her couch, tears staining her face, running down her cheeks, soaking the pillow she's clutching to her chest and Clarke's heart lurches. It clenches and lodges in her throat uncomfortably. Her own eyes grow glassy with tears as the crying persists.

Clarke isn't sure if this is what does it. She isn't sure if this is the exact moment that Clarke fell in love with her. It's hard to decide, out of all the moments and shared smiles and kept secrets, it's hard to decide. But this was the only part of her Clarke hadn't seen, this was the only part of her Clarke was sure she'd never see. But now that she has, even though she isn't in the same place as her, now that she has, it's hard to say that there was a moment before this that she was sure she was in love with her. Falling maybe, plenty of moments she could say she was falling, rather slowly torturously slow, falling all the same... But this moment, in this moment as she listened to her sob, as she's forced to listen to strangled noises and hiccups, Clarke is absolutely sure. She isn't falling; she's already on the ground. She hits it hard, a lot harder than any other moment in her life. The fall had been slow, but the impact was quick. She hit and every piece of her shattered with this feeling, overwhelming her, tightening in her chest and her throat. And she was sinking in it and flying all at the same time.

Clarke wasn't afraid. Clarke had spent years getting over this fear that comes with loving someone as much as Clarke loves her. She's been preparing for it for... ever since she met her in that dingy old park with the rusty swing sets and old broken play set that Clarke liked to climb on when she was having a bad day. She's had so much time to learn to not be afraid because this feeling is beautiful. Even if it's never returned, and in Clarke's case, she's sure it might be, but if it's not... It's okay. Clarke loves her anyway.

"Clarke," Her voice is strangled as Clarke thought it would be when she finally speaks. Her voice is so different from its normal confidence. She usually keeps her emotions hidden, her voice even. But there is nothing but emotion here and Clarke can feel herself trembling with the impact of it.

"Lexa," She whispers back, quietly, as if she were to speak too loud it would tear them apart in a world that's already been trying to do that since their first awkward greeting. A love like this... one this rare and beautiful and strong and whole-consuming has always been fought against. Clarke and Lexa, they have fought for it, even without ever muttering those words. They have fought for it in the dim nights of drunkenness when they'd sleep too close, in the warm embraces they'd share when one has to part from the other, in the press of lips to another's neck that seems far more intimate then a simple friendship. They fight for it hoping the other won't see, but at the same time, hoping the other does see and one of them finally gains the courage they need to say something to the other.

"Come home." Vulnerable and destroyed, Lexa begs even though she knows she shouldn't, even though she knows she has no right to be this selfish, even though she knows Clarke won't, she begs. She begs because Lexa feels lost without her, because her family is gone and she is alone. She has other friends, but none of them are her family, none of them are Clarke, and she is alone. She doesn't want to be alone.