A/N: So after writing and completing Blackout, I had a long and hard thought on what my new fic would be about. Let's say I got inspired. Hope you like it!

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Chapter 1

Clarke was feeling really nervous. Her first day on a new job, she had no idea what to expect.

And she had definitely not expected this.

After studying many years to become a doctor, she had graduated, top of her class. And she had been offered a job, here, at Woods Medicin. The company had medical centers for the less fortunate everywhere across the country. Demand had gotten too high, so they had decided to hire Clarke as an addition to their team.

Clarke had been thrilled when she had seen the logo on the envelope. When she had read it, she immediately wanted to call her dad, to tell him the good news. Only she couldn't. Her father had died many years before, in a work related accident. She still missed him every day.

Instead she had called her mother. She knew she would be proud of her, she always had been. Her mother was a doctor herself, and the example for Clarke to follow.

Today was her first day on the job. She hadn't been able to sleep all night. She had been standing there, on the street, in front of the door, still nervous as hell.

And that didn't get better when she saw who opened the door for her.

There she stood, a woman her age, tall, dark hair in a single braid. Eyes that spoke of a past unspoken of. She looked at her and asked: "Miss Griffin?"

Clarke had only been able to nod. The woman was beautiful, dressed in a white shirt and light grey skinny jeans. She was radiating authority, as if no one could ever disobey her, just for the person she was.

The woman extended her hand, waiting for Clarke to take it. When she did, the brunette said: "I'm Lexa Woods, I will help you to get settled in today. If you'd please follow me…"

She stepped aside, allowing Clarke to get in.

Clarke was in awe with the woman, unable to focus for a while. After that, she started to take in her surroundings.

The brunette showed her around, past front desk and the waiting room, eight offices to the right, two meeting rooms, two toilets, a kitchen and an eating area, all on the first floor. One of those offices would become Clarke's. Next floor, the printer and copy machine, four offices with in total eight desks, for accounting. Top floor, an office for the head of this center, another office with seven desks for administration, and another meeting room.

Lexa Woods explained how this was not only a medical center, all administration and accounting from five other centers was done here too. That's why they had so many accountants and administrators. The head of the center was also responsible for all that work being done right and on time.

They stopped at the office for the head of the center. A name tag shone on the door: 'Lexa Woods'.

"I guessed by your last name you'd be the head of this center", was the first thing Clarke said since she had entered the building. "You have a lot of power here, I understand."

"With great power comes great responsibility, Miss Griffin", the brunette answered stoic.

"I'm sorry, Miss Woods, I didn't mean to offend you in any way. Please, call me Clarke."

"You did not offend me, Clarke. I simply gave you another angle on that statement."

Wow, did that woman never smile? Clarke asked herself. But damn, she was all sorts of fine. Get your mind out of the gutter, Griffin, Clarke mentally chastised herself. That's your boss you're talking about.

Clarke just nodded.

"Let's get you settled in, I'll show you how to do you administration and we can start setting you up with some clients."

They descended the two stairs to the first floor. Clarke was grateful for walking first, remembering how on the way up she hadn't been able to keep her eyes from her boss's backside.

I'm in so much trouble, she thought.

When her father had called her to announce she'd have an addition to her team, Lexa had sighed. The last five additions to her team had all been great doctors, great, but really weird people. The first had been an older lady, small, a bit bigger, with curly dark hair. Always smiling, ready for a chat, but at times she annoyed the hell out of Lexa with all those happy feelings. Lexa wasn't a person to share her feelings with anyone, not even with her own family. So all those feelings started to get on Lexa's nerves after about five minutes with that woman. But the patients loved her.

The second one had been a younger girl, but all about nature and natural things. Lexa loved nature too, taking long walks, camping, just the peace and quiet of it all. She didn't believe loving nature required not taking care of how you look and especially did not give permission for that unibrow that looked like it was nailed to her face, it was so big. It distracted Lexa every time she had to talk to that girl. Also, the girl lived in a tent, so her personal hygiene depended on the showers at work. Smelling her enter every morning made Lexa grateful her office was on the second floor. She did feel sorry for the receptionist though.

The third one had been an older lady, with short grey hair. Lexa had liked her at first, until she had realized the lady didn't only have a degree in medicin, but was also a therapist. She felt as if she was analyzing her every time they spoke. And not only analyzing, the lady seemed to have made it her personal mission to stop Lexa's stoic way she went about life and get some emotions out of her. Lexa refused, never showing a single hint of emotion near that woman.

The fourth one had also been an older lady, with wild orange hair and glasses. She was nice, for as far as Lexa could tell, but she was also obsessed with healthy foods. Every time Lexa went to have lunch on the first floor, she got a lecture about how unhealthy she was eating, about slow and fast carbs, about how you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of another, about inner zen. Lexa had always been told to put the well being of others before her own, but she refused getting into a discussion with the woman. So she just sat there silently every lunch or dinner break, just finishing her food without talking.

The fifth and last addition had been also another older lady. Lexa did like this one, she let Lexa be in peace, not really commenting on her. Although sometimes she did comment about Lexa's age, about her being still young. Lexa didn't like people commenting about her age. She had had to make a lot of difficult decisions, even at a young age, to prepare her for the life that had been chosen for her. She was not as young as most people her age. That's why she tried to avoid those comments as much as possible, by not getting attached to this woman.

Another downside of those additions was, by working with so many older ladies, was that conversations tend to go about the menopause. Hot flashes, bad sleeping, hormones, all of it had already been the subject of conversation multiple times while they were eating. Lexa was at the end of her twenties, she could care less about stuff that wouldn't happen to her for another twenty years. It made her even more closed off than she already was.

Five times she had hoped that the new addition would replace the love and fun she had shared with Costia, and five times she had been disappointed.

She remembered the first time she had seen Costia. Gustus was still head of the center then, her father had put Lexa in an administrator job to learn the ropes. She had went down to get more coffee, when she saw the new girl getting the tour of the building. Lexa had frozen in her tracks. She had been so beautiful, just seeing her smile had made Lexa smile, something that had never happened to her before.

But Costia had died. One of her patients, the whole center used to call her the Ice Queen for her attitude, had come in with a nasty infection. Costia made a stupid mistake, she got cut while treating her, and she got infected too. She hadn't survived.

It had broken Lexa. She had focused even more on her job, on what she was supposed to become. She had closed off again, not letting anyone in. But still hoping, someone would through the door that would make her feel the same way.

And that morning when she had opened the door to welcome the new girl, her wish had come true. It were only her years of training that had made her keep her cool, her stoic appearance. That had prevented her from jumping into the air in celebration.

It were also her years of training that kept her from looking at Clarke's backside, while descending the two flights of stairs.

I'm in so much trouble, she thought.