The Wife Project By Professor Alexandria Woods

The Dancing Skeleton Conspiracy

The part where Lexa finally found her perfect candidate and invited her to their very first date at the Polis Ball. Clarke got herself a date for the ball. And let's just see what will happen between this two lovebirds.

Enjoy! ;D

The candidates name was Luna and she met all the criteria. Uncanny enough that she doesn't have a last name but Raven insisted that it wasn't needed.

"She hits all the requirements, Lexa! This could be it! She could be the one."

The one. I have never thought of the one due to the unforeseen circumstances which is Clarke Griffin. This is could finally be the end of my search and Raven had succeeded in finding me the suitable companion.

There was one obstacle, to which I need to devote my time. She noted that she had 4 times won the state ballroom dancing competition. Very knowledgeable with Lindy Hop, a swing genre dance popular in the 1930s. It seems like its a perfectly reasonable for her to have some criteria of her own, and this one was easy to satisfy. And I had the perfect place for her.

I called Alie, the Dean's assistant, and confirmed that she was still selling Polis Ball tickets. Then I emailed Luna and invited her to be my partner for the Ball - she accepted! I had a date - the perfect date. Now I had 7 days to learn to dance.

Raven entered my office - as which she claims to be a matchbox tiny office - and saw me practicing my dance steps. I had chosen to focus my time and concentration on ballroom dancing as this is more appropriate for the ball. Perhaps when we meet she can teach me how to dance Lindy Hop - not that I have not been reading about it. But I think it's a good way to be intimate with your future wife.

"Wow. She haven't met you and she's already skinned to bone. Try not to kill her, Lexa."

She was referring to the skeleton I was using for practice. I had obtained it on loan from the Anatomy Department, and no one had asked what I required it for. It's a good thing. Judging on the pelvis size, I concluded that this is a male, but this is irrelevant for dancing practice.

I explained it's purpose to Raven, pointing out the scene from the film Dirty Dancing that was showing on my computer monitor by my desk.

Raven laughed.

"So," Raven said, "Ms Right - sorry, mind my words. Dr. Right, PhD, just popped into your inbox."

"Correction. Her name is not Wright," I said. "It's Luna."

"Photo? 5 upon 10? 9.9?"

I shook my head. "Not necessary. The meeting arrangement is very precise. She will be my partner for the Polis Ball."

"No shit," Raven went dead silent for a moment and continued my practice. "Lexa the ball is in less than a week."

"Correct."

"You can't learn how to dance in 6 days."

"Yes I can," I looked at her. "7 days to be exact. I started yesterday. The theory are easy. I simply need to practice the mechanics. They're less demanding then martial arts."

I demonstrated the steps with my patient skeleton partner.

Raven was deeply impressed. "Take a seat, Lexa."

Raven took my seat from behind the desk and gestured at the chair in front of her. And I sat.

"I hope you're not too pissed with me about Clarke."

I had almost forgotten. "Why didn't you tell me that she's a medical student? And about the bet?"

"Octavia had been going on about you two having so much fun together. I thought if she didn't tell you what she really was there must be a good reason behind it. Clarke may be a little difficult but she's not dumb, Lexa."