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Separate Souls
By : Prophecy
Category: 1 through F > The 100
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In light from the dark, there came a spark
Carried me down with a loving heart
Where do we end, love never far
Home is all I wanted, never do we part
- Emily King, For Them

[Seven Months Later]

Lexa was running.

“Get your butt back here!”

Aden giggled as he darted across the field in his soccer uniform, hiding behind Clarke with a squeal. “Save me!”

Clarke laughed and gently disentangled herself from him. “No way, you started it!”

Lexa chased him around Clarke a few times, both of them trying to fake the other out by going in the opposite direction, before they took off towards the picnic area again.

The tables and trash cans had balloons tied all over them in bright colors, and there were kids everywhere, making it harder for Lexa to track him through the crowd. She finally managed to tackle him playfully when he rounded one of the unused grills, and they rolled into the grass together, giggling.

“Why are you wearing that, anyway? You’re not playing today, you dork.”

Aden wiggled through the grass, laughing hard. “Ma said the birthday boy can wear what he wants, nerd!”

Clarke watched as a dark-haired girl wearing the same uniform ran over and bounced a basketball on her knee a few times, saying something to Aden. His ears turned bright red as he got up and ran after her towards the basketball court, leaving Lexa smiling after them in the grass.

Clarke jogged over and dropped into the grass beside her, picking a twig out of her hair. “He’s got a little crush, it looks like.”

“Definitely. Her name’s Madi,” she said in a sing-song.

“They’ll look adorable standing on their own wedding cake,” Clarke replied, nudging her playfully.

Lexa laughed softly, resting her head on Clarke’s shoulder. “I think Madi-and-Aden has a nice ring to it.”

“It does,” she agreed, resting her head against Lexa’s. “Plus, she seems like the kinda girl who won’t think he’s deeply uncool for crying when he opens his present.”

“Just so you know, I’m planning to cry when he opens it, too. I can’t believe your mom managed to keep the whole thing quiet. He has no idea.”

Clarke rubbed her shoulder lightly. “I know. He’s gonna lose his mind.”

Lexa felt her eyes welling up a little and unconsciously shifted closer to Clarke. “Your mom is amazing. Sinclair, too.”

Clarke kissed her head softly. “Funny. They said the same thing about you when they handed me this.” She took a card envelope out of her jacket pocket and handed it to her.

Lexa sat up, looking at it curiously. “What is this, congrats on finishing rehab?”

Clarke shrugged a little. “Something like that. I begged them to let me be the one to give it to you.”

Lexa gave her a strange look, but Clarke just shrugged a little as she started to open the envelope. She pulled out a card, and a neatly folded piece of paper fell out into her lap. She read the card quietly, her eyes starting to well a little bit, and then slowly widen as she reached the end. The card slipped from her hand as she murmured a quiet, “No way,” and picked up the paper, unfolding it.

Her eyes filled rapidly as she scanned the page and immediately looked to Clarke for confirmation that it was real. Clarke just nodded a little, watching her read the page a few more times, smiling wider each time. “Congratulations. You’re officially a high school graduate.”

Lexa let out a cry of joy and tackled Clarke in a hug, pulling her down to the grass beside her and kissing her happily. Clarke laughed lightly against her lips before kissing her back softly. “Brainy chicks are so hot, you know.”

Lexa looked at the page and let out another whoop, her entire face lit up with happiness. Clarke gently rolled her onto her back and kissed her again, deeper this time. Lexa’s tongue slid past her lips, and Clarke’s slid along the length of hers, her hand resting over her rib cage and stroking it gently. Lexa moaned softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her tightly against her until her hips bracketed hers. She briefly wondered if anyone would miss them if they snuck off into the woods for a little bit.

It was Clarke who broke the kiss a few minutes later, her lips swollen and chest heaving lightly. “Jesus, I wish we were literally anywhere else right now..”

Lexa groaned as she saw the catering van with ‘Arkadia Bay’ logo on the side pull up. “We can’t even sneak away now, Pops is here.”

Clarke chuckled lightly and playfully nipped at her lower lip. “Later. We can sneak away when they’re all distracted with cake.”

Lexa sighed and sat up, brushing the dirt off herself as Anya and Echo climbed out of the van in their diner uniforms, carrying a fairly massive cake carefully over to the table Sinclair directed them to.

She watched them quietly, unconsciously leaning into Clarke, her voice soft. “I still.. can’t believe any of this is real. Any of it. Least of all you.”

Clarke just smiled and kissed her cheek, standing up and putting her hand out for her. “C’mon, you big brainy knowledge-snacha. Let’s go join the party.”

There was one present left, and Aden picked up the manila folder and looked at it with confusion. “This is for me?”

Abby rubbed his back gently. “I think it will be your favorite present today.”

“No way, the remote control car is my favorite,” he said, looking over at Lincoln, who was sitting beside Octavia’s wheelchair.

“Octavia picked it out. I wanted to get you some socks, but she insisted.”

Octavia smiled, her face still weaker on the left from the strokes she’d had after the overdose, but it was genuine and beautiful, Lexa thought. “I thought you’d like that better.” Aden giggled, seeming to have forgotten the envelope he held, and Octavia nodded at it. “Why don’t you see what that is before you decide your favorite, though? Maybe it’s the title to a real car or somethin’.”

“I’m not old enough to drive!” Aden replied, but obediently opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of paperwork, a frown crossing his face as he studied the documents. “What is this?”

Abby knelt down beside him, wrapping her arm over his shoulders and her other hand on his stomach, patting it lightly. “Those are your official adoption papers. It was finalized last week.”

Aden’s eyes went wide, his head spinning to look at her. “I’m adopted? You’re my Ma, for real?”

Abby’s voice quivered as she tried to hold back tears. “I was already your Ma for real, but now the whole world knows it, too.” She kissed his cheek softly. “Happy birthday, Aden Griffin.”

Aden just stared in shock for a moment before he burst into tears, turning and wrapping his arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. Lincoln grabbed the stack of papers that threatened to flutter from his hands as he linked them together behind Abby’s neck. There wasn’t a dry eye on the pavilion; even Anya was sniffling as she lingered near the back of the clapping crowd, her hair neatly pulled back and resting on the shoulder of her crisp polo.

Lexa’s hand searched for Clarkes, linking their fingers together as she cried shamelessly as well. “Your mom really is amazing.”

After a few minutes, Abby rubbed Aden’s back and addressed the crowd. “And I think we have one more present, but it’s not for Aden.”

Aden mumbled into her neck. “There’s nothing else I want, anyway.”

Lexa laughed with the rest of the crowd, wiping away the tears on her cheek.

“This one is actually for Lexa,” Raven said, appearing as she usually did from out of nowhere, and Lexa was too distracted by the way Anya was clearly distracted by Raven to realize that her name had been said.

Luna and Clarke both nudged her from behind at the same time and she snapped out of it. “Huh?”

Everyone laughed and Lexa felt her cheeks redden. “A present for me? For what?”

Raven rolled her eyes and snatched the card out of her hand, waving it around. “For getting your high school diploma, you idiot.”

Lexa looked down at her shoes with a sheepish smile when the clapping started up again as Sinclair approached, his eyes still full of tears from a few minutes ago, and Lexa felt guilty; like she was stealing Aden’s thunder, when his being adopted was far more of a big deal than her getting a diploma.

Sinclair cleared his throat a little and glanced around. “A little over seven years ago, I had a beautiful, strong, smart, incredible young woman come into my life. For a long time, I thought she needed me around to take care of her, but it turned out I was the one who needed her in my life more. I thought, then, that was everything I could want in the world. How could I be any happier, right? I love my daughter, I love my job. I love my life, and I thought it was complete. But once again, I was wrong. Because less than a year ago, another brilliant young woman came into my life and made me realize that I still had so much room in my heart that it just needed to be filled.”

He rested his hand on Lexa’s shoulder as hot tears stung her eyes. She tried to wipe them away quickly, but couldn’t keep up with the rate they were flowing as Sinclair handed a manila envelope exactly like Aden’s to her.

Lexa couldn’t even reach for it. She looked at him in disbelief, paralyzed. “What?” Was all she managed to get out as she looked at the envelope dumbly.

“Open it, already!” Octavia cried, slapping her good hand on the arm of the wheelchair. ”Jesus.”

Everyone laughed except for Lexa, who was opening the envelope with shaky hands. It couldn’t be; it just couldn’t.

But it was. Right there, in black and white, in her hand—as real as the ground beneath her feet and the feel of Clarke’s hand at the small of her back. She didn’t even realize she was reading it out loud.

“Lexa Woods Sinclair.”

Raven practically dove at her, drawing her into an impossibly tight bear hug as she stared at the pages in shock. “Welcome to the family, sis.”

Lexa burst into tears, melting into Raven’s arms and feeling the tightness in her chest finally releasing after all these years, and somehow she knew the rubberband-like pain that had almost always been with her, would not be back.

She closed her eyes as Clarke and Sinclair’s arms went around her as well, and she felt Aden press his way into the tight cocoon and hold onto her too. She reached for him immediately and pulled him to her chest, rubbing his back as they cried and let themselves be held by people who loved them.

“One big, awesome, dysfunctional family,” Octavia said, resting her head on Lincoln’s shoulder. He kissed it softly, and Anya watched and smiled a little, thankful they had all gotten a second chance. Not even. Some of them hadn’t even had a first chance yet.

After a few minutes, she approached Lexa, her voice soft. “Congratulations, strik-snacha.”

Lexa smiled tearily at her. “Thanks, Heda. Congratulations to you too, I heard you made shift manager.”

Anya shrugged a little. “I was always pretty good at telling people what to do.”

“Yeah, you were,” Lexa replied with a smirk. They shook hands, grasping each others’ forearms, and Lexa nodded before letting go, beginning to turn away.

“Hey, Lexa?” Anya cleared her throat a little and Lexa paused. “Thanks. For not listening to me.”

Lexa smiled again and this time, drew Anya into a brief but long overdue hug. “Anytime.”

Lexa was flying.

She cried out with joy, leaning back on the tire swing so far that her hair dragged on the ground as Lincoln spun her, Luna, and Echo around again, all three of them squealing as they grew more and more dizzy. On the regular swings adjacent to them, Clarke and Raven were swinging so high it seemed like they might loop right over the top at times, competing to see who could get the highest while Octavia judged the contest. Aden and Madi chased each other across the playground with plastic swords, and Anya sat with Sinclair and Abby, talking animatedly.

Lexa watched the world rotating, watched the people she loved dancing in her orbit, watched the girl who had triggered something more open and kind inside her heart.

Lexa kicked her legs out, setting the tire spinning even harder than before and hung her head down, wide green eyes watching as it all spun around her in a brilliant streak of colors. She felt happy, and safe, and like it was finally okay for her to laugh.

So she did. She loved, and she spun, and she laughed..

And laughed, and laughed.
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Separate Souls	By : Prophecy Category: 1 through F > The 100 Views: 1171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own The 100 and make no money off this story.

Separate Souls