Broken Soul (Clarke And Lexa AU)

TACOS!

[Author's note: I wrote this chapter a long time ago in a strange notebook. I knew I wrote it but couldn't find it until today. So, here it is, the funniest chapter in this story]

Lexa was still laughing as Clarke was trying to figure out what to do. It was clear to her that once Lexa began to feel the drink she was on, there would be little to no rational thought left in Lexa. She would also most likely not be able to walk. So Clarke made an executive decision.

"Alright, Lex, let's get you home."

"I don't WANNA!" Lexa cried. But it didn't take much to convince her to leave. Clarke was amused at the way Lexa was acting. Normally a very self-contained person, Lexa had become almost child-like. She was open and laid back. It was actually really nice to see her giggling so freely.

"I want tacos!" Lexa shouted as they walked down the street. She had been keeping control over how much she said and did around Clarke. But it felt like the right time to take her arm and let herself be guided down the street. And she had no idea where they were going anyway.

"This is it," Clarke said after a few blocks of comfortable silence. They had come to and stopped in front of a blue Subaru wagon.

"Gay," Lexa laughed. Clarke chuckled as she unlocked the passenger door. Lexa suddenly got super serious, putting both hands on Clarke's shoulders. She looked into her eyes with a sober look.

"Tacos," she stated, then started laughing. Clarke couldn't help but laugh with her.

"Ok, commander, we'll get you some tacos."

"Commander?..."

"You're giving me a command....not the first time you have. And you always seem to be in charge. Even when you're drunk, which you obviously are right now, you seem to be in command of yourself." Clarke's answer made Lexa feel strange. It felt oddly familiar. It also made her think about the way she treated other people. Was she really that commanding? 'But they all seemed to be okay with it. What if they really aren't, but don't want to start something?...What if...Gods, am I really that much of a controlling dickwad?!'

"Lexa?" Clarke's voice drew her out of the thoughts. "Where'd you go?" she asked, smiling slightly.

"How long was I gone?"

"About two minutes," Clarke answered.

"Shit! We need to get to the tacos!" The far off look turned into seriously concerned. Clarke laughed as Lexa opened the door to the car and literally hopped in.

"Tacos, tacos, tacos; I love tacos. Taaaaacooooos!" she sand. "Ooh, music!" Before Clarke could say or do anything, Lexa turned on the stereo. She was pleasantly surprised when Fifth Harmony started playing. It was a CD, and playing rather loudly. She turned it down slightly.

"Why Clarke Griffin, I do believe you are in touch with your inner teenage girl," Lexa said then turned the music back up.

"If you could take my pulse right now if would feel just like a sledgehammer...oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...if you could feel my heart right now if would hit you like a sledgehammer..." Lexa sang loudly along. Clarke smiled as she started the car. When the next song started, she squealed with excitement.

"Cause the players gonna play play play play play..." Clarke even joined in during the chorus. Lexa's joy was infectious.

"TACOS!" Lexa yelled as they pulled into the Taco Bell drive through. She had gotten so distracted by the music that she had temporarily forgotten about her hunger. Clarke turned down the music as they reached the menu.