A/N: I saw this prompt on tumblr. I wish I could credit the prompter. Basically just a one or possibly more shot of a drunk Clarke breaking into A very cranky Lexa's home. Enjoy my un-beta'd foray into a modern clexa AU.

It had been a long shift and you were exhausted, a quick meal and even quicker shower later you are face down on your bed in just your bathrobe. You can faintly hear your roommate shuffling around in the kitchen and you still wonder how Anya can have so much damn energy after the day you've both just had. You'd envy her if you could muster the energy that would require.

Before sleep can fully take over you feel the bottom of the bed dip and the wet snout of your Great Dane, Gustus, rub against the sole of your foot before he settles in. You're happy you have a king sized bed and can afford a big apartment, in a pet friendly building.

Although you live in a pretty safe neighborhood better you believe in the old adage "safe than sorry" which is why you'd adopted your massive dog. One look at Gustus, gentle as he is, tends to ward most people off. You and Anya are known as the two girls with the giant dog. You pat his head then close your eyes settling in for the night succumbing to sleep within seconds.

At first, you think Anya is still awake at whatever ungodly hour it is right now, watching some really loud home renovation show on HGTV. "Anya turn it down!" you grumble, weakly slapping the wall and closing your eyes again when the noise stops. You're relieved and attempt to get back to sleep when the sound of glass being broken and giggles can be heard coming from the entrance of your apartment. For a minute you think you must be on an episode of stupid criminals, who giggles while breaking and entering? Before you can react Gustus is already up and out your bedroom door.

You get up and grab your gun from its lockbox in your closet, cursing yourself for not putting on actual clothes before falling asleep. Looking at the clock you see it's 2am and groan, you're definitely going to shoot whoever is out there if they haven't already been mauled by Gustus, who you can hear barking at the intruder who tries to shush him. Cocking your gun you tie your robe tighter and slowly make your way out of your room.

You creep your way to Anya's room across the hall and open the door. You walk up to her, shaking her slightly keeping one eye on the door. "Anya wake up someone's in the house." You whisper to her and receive a disgruntled groan as she turns away from you and buries her head in her pillow.

"Call the cops." She mumbles annoyed as you shake her again.

"We are the cops!" you whisper harshly to her as she covers her face with the blanket. "Fine, but I'm letting them steal your swords then," she seems to perk up at that and you shake your head making your way out of her room and down the hall to the living room.

As you round the corner you hear a loud thump and more giggles. "Oh my god stop, shhh, you aren't 'llowed in ma house doggy. Raven why's there a doggy in our house." You hear your clearly female intruder slurring through her giggles. Great a drunk and stupid thief this is going to be fun.

You aim your weapon ready to fire and are completely thrown off by the scene before you. Gustus is sat on your intruder licking their face while wagging his tail excitedly. What the hell!

"Gustus off!" You command the dog who reluctantly moves off the would be thief, laying next to them with his head on their torso, his big brown eyes raised innocently towards you. You're even more surprised to see a mass of blonde hair and familiar blue eyes below your dog.

"Pretty sure you can put the gun away Lex," comes Anya's amused and annoyingly calm voice from behind you. "I don't think you wanna harm the cute girl from 7a, that you and seemingly Gustus have a crush on. Unless you're doing it so we can have the corner apartment with the park views because then yes, I support you and will help you hide the body. So long as we don't have to off her super hot roommate."

You lower your weapon and turn to look at Anya incredulously and she just shrugs. "What? She's gorgeous and intelligent, that's a hard combination to find nowadays." Anya mumbles and you really wonder how she even passed the psych evaluation for the force.

"Do you even hear yourself?" Before she can respond the sounds of dry heaving can be heard, you turn your head back to your drunk neighbor just as she turns her head and throws up all over your hardwood floors, chunks hitting your couch and making you both cringe. Gustus whines at you both almost as if pleading for you to help her.

"You know I have a weak stomach and you're the one who has a crush on her, she's all yours." Anya says to you before turning and heading back to her room. "C'mon Gus." She calls and he follows her, tail between his legs as he passes you.

"Traitor." You call to the retreating form of your supposedly loyal dog, before you move forward towards the girl on the floor, putting your gun down on the table. You carefully pick her up and carry her bridal style to the bathroom, where you sit her in the tub. After you have her situated you grab a wash cloth and wipe her face clean, wondering how you're going to manage to get her into at least a clean shirt.

She doesn't give you much time to think as she seems to wake from her stupor and starts taking her shirt off. "Raven, why's so hot?" You try your best not to gape, but fail pathetically as more of her skin is revealed. You shake yourself out of the trance just in time to dodge the vomit soaked shirt as its tossed in your direction.

"Stay here, I'll uh, I'll go get you some water." You tell her and she turns to look at you with clouded blue eyes, she simply nods and closes her eyes again. You go into the kitchen grab her some water, stopping off in your room to put on some pajamas and grab her a clean tank top.

"Hey!" The now very alert blonde shouts at you as soon as you step back into the bathroom. "you aren't Raven? did you come home with me? you're hot, are we going to have sex? Where's my shirt, did we already have sex?" she continues her slurred interrogation with a confused pout on her face. You chuckle unsure if it's from your sheer exhaustion or because your house guest is adorable, you hand over the the glass of water.

"Here stud, drink this and then we can get you into a clean shirt," the blonde complies, seemingly forgetting her questions for the moment. After she's drained the glass, you help her into the tank top, making a valiant effort to resist staring at her chest in the process. You get her out of the tub, making sure to steady her on your way to your bedroom.

You help her lay on the bed and she pulls you down with her and rolls on top of you. In all your wildest fantasies about how you'd get the beautiful girl from 7a in bed with you, this was not how you had imagined it going. You try to pull away so you can sleep on the couch but she has a surprisingly strong grip on you and has you practically pinned under her as her breathing evens out.

You look at the clock and notice this whole fiasco has taken up a good hour of your sleep time and you're happy that you have the weekend off. Since it seems you won't be moving anytime soon you close your eyes and let sleep take you under once more.

A/N2: once my beta and I can get my chapters to be cohesive there will be more The Sky is Falling.