Is There Somewhere?

Armor - Landon Austin

A/N: Drop a comment! And I hope you enjoy this update!

~TGF

Lexa woke up with the knowledge that today was the day she was supposed to meet up with Clarke. Her stomach was twisted into knots as she walked into her old office, Nyko seated in her old chair. It was odd to be on this end of the table, but it felt right. She felt like the responsibility and stress had been lifted from her shoulders, there was a skip to her step that hadn't been there before.

Still, today she was supposed to see Clarke and today was the day her interview was going to be published. Gustus had forced Nia to allow the Woods PR branch to edit and read over the finished interview the night before. Lexa felt a bit more at ease, but that didn't stop her from feeling uneasy over the idea of it.

Gustus sat on the couch adjacent to the desk, a laptop open on his lap. A pair of reading glasses were perched on his nose as he read what was on the screen. He glanced up when Lexa entered.

"Hey, kid. How are you?"

"I'm good," Lexa shrugged and smiled. Her heart hadn't stopped thumping madly in her chest and her blood felt as though it was permanently buzzing with adrenaline. Her eyes lingered on the painting hanging behind her father's head on the far wall before she met his expectant ones. "So what's this meeting about?"

"Well," Nyko twisted in his seat. He was dressed in a tailored suit. His long scruff had been replaced with a professional close shave and his hair was shorter, more uniformed and pulled back into a bun. "besides the new issue of Forbes being published and your face being plastered all over it, there's a couple of documents I need you to sign. Just some formalities, nothing too crazy."

Lexa nodded and took a seat across from her father. Nyko snatched up a folder on his desk before moving to sit next to Gustus. They looked so similar, both gruff, large men with knowing eyes. Lexa's eyes drifted to the painting once again, her mind racing over what she was meant to do that night, if Clarke even showed.

"This," Nyko pulled a stapled packed of freshly printed papers out of the folder and turned it to face Lexa across the table, "is just a formality. It's a contract outlining your sole responsibility for The Woods Foundation and its substituents: Trikru Safe Haven and the Woods Foster Program. Uncle Gus helped me write it up, there's a separate Woods account set up for the non-profits. I have no control over anything, you are the leader of it now, Lexa."

The brunette glanced between the two men in front of her, surprised. "Really? I thought we agreed that it would be through the company."

"It is," Gustus intervened, "but Nyko brought it to my attention that he wanted to make sure if something happened in the future, that he wouldn't be able to do anything to mess with it. If you guys argue or have a falling out, he didn't want to be able to swipe what you've worked so hard for out from underneath you. I agreed to it and this is the result."

"Really?" Lexa grabbed the edge of the paper, pulling it towards herself. She met Nyko's kind eyes and knew for a fact that there would be nothing that caused them to fall out so badly, but she appreciated the consideration.

Nyko shrugged, "Anything for you, Lexa. You deserve to be happy, this is what makes you happy and I don't want to have even the slightest bit of control over it. It was your idea, your baby that you made into something better. I don't want to take credit for something I didn't do."

"Thank you," Lexa breathed sincerely, reaching out and gripping Nyko's forearm with her hand.

The younger man smiled sweetly at her. "So if you sign it, then we're done here."