The Reason I Love Daycare

Two

The car ride to work is silent.

Usually Clarke will have the radio blasting some old pop song from the early 2000's. She'd be screaming her heart out to some old Avril Lavigne song about her boyfriend.

But not today.

No. Today her mind wanders to that brunette from daycare. She can't get that face out of her mind. Who is she? Why is she so interested in a married woman? And since when is she even into women?

Clarke is so lost in thought that she barely processes the car in front of her stopping. Red breaklights pull her from her thoughts and she slams on her own breaks. The car comes to a screeching halt. She's hurdled forward, her seat belt catching the brunt of the force.

"Come on Griffin. Get your head out of you ass." She says to herself, slamming a fist to her steering wheel.

A car behind her slams on his horn, it's then that Clarke notices the green light flicking to a yellow. She hurries through the intersection, heart still racing from her almost collision. She flicks her blinker on at the last second, turning into the staff parking lot of the hospital.

When she parks the car she has to give herself a moment before grabbing her coffee and hurrying through the doors of the ever busy, Arkadia Memorial Hospital.

She's greeted by her colleagues as she wanders through the halls but hurries to her station. She sets her bags down and immediately grabs a patients chart, desperate to get something else in her mind.

Ah there we go, bullet wound. Clarke hurries to room 341, to see her first patient. She knocks on the door, then enters.

The room is full of people. Out off all the people, the brunnette was definitely not one face she was expecting.

There were three officers total in the room. The patient was cuffed to the bed. Yep, definitely not what Clarke was expecting.

Clarke must have interupted their questioning because all voices in the room quiet except the patient, who groans in pain from the bullet wound in his arm.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Griffin," she says, trying to break the tension in the room.

The patient groans loudly, the brunnette nods towards Clarke, who's stomach fills with butterflies for some god awful reason. She then nods towards the door. The officers leave the room and as the brunette passes, she brushes against Clarke's shoulder.

Clarke has to pull herself together before attending to the patient.

--

"Look who the cat dragged in."

"Shut it Wells," Clarke says, plopping down her tray next to her best friend.

"It's not my fault you look like hell. Did you sleep at all last night?"

Clarke sighs, pulling apart the roll sitting on her plate. Madi had a bad habit of waking up in the middle of the night. Is it that obvious?

Clarke's head dips and she stuffs the roll in her mouth.

"Why don't you take a nap in one of the on call rooms?"

"I'm only here for another hour, I'll survive. Besides if my mom catches me you know she'll have my head."

Abby Griffin is the Cheif of Surgery and just because Clarke is her daughter, doesn't mean that she will get any special treatment. Abby has no trouble keeping family out of bussiness. In fact, Clarke gets the worst patient's because of it. Abby insists that it will make Clarke a better doctor but she doesn't buy it.

Clarke picks at her food and Wells' eyes soften, "Clarke, what's wrong?" He asks, he has always been able to see right through her.

Clarke grunts, shoving a green bean into her mouth and looking away, chewing thoughtfully.

"Nothing," Clarke says.

Wells quirks a brow and crosses his arms over his chest. Clarke sneaks a peak and sighs, knowing that she  has never been able to lie to him.

"So there's this woman..." Clarke says drifting off.

She glances over, gauging his reaction. His face urges her to continue.

"But she's married." Clarke says, "I'm terrible. Am I terrible?"

"Nope," Wells stands and grabs his tray, "Im not touching that with a ten foot pole Clarke."

--

Clarke is exhausted by the end of her shift.  When she makes it back to the daycare and Madi is more than elated to see her mom again.

Madi clings tightly to Clarke's chest, Clarke's eyes drift around the room. She sets her sights on the young boy and his mother again. Clarke has the urge to speak with her. She doesn't know why. If that ring on her finger has anything to say about it.

She can't help herself. Clarke strolls up to the brunette.

"I haven't seen you around, I'm Clarke" she says, holding out her hand to shake.

The other woman quirks a brow but grabs Clarke's hand anyway, the metal of her ring digging into the palm of Clarke's hand, causing her to question why exactly she's talking to a married woman in the first place.

"I'm Lexa and yes, Aden and I just moved here about a month ago. Who's this cutie?"

Clarke grins, hiking Madi up higher on her hip.

"Say Hi Madi," Clarke says, grabbing Madi's arm and waving. Lexa waves and Clarke drops Madi's hand.

"So you're a cop?" Clarke blurts out, mentally slapping herself for being so rude.

Lexa chuckles, explaining, "Not quite. I'm a detective."

Clarke's face burns but Lexa doesn't comment. Her eyes flicker across Clarke's face for a moment before saying, "So you're a doctor?"