AN: so this is my very first try on writing a fanfic. the story i have in mind is huge and will have a some timejumps here and there, but i hopefully get it together to make any sense. this is only the start of it. feel free to leave comments, i hope you'll be gentle ;)

As soon Clake destroyed the city of light, the room around her shatters into pixels and she's feeling pulled apart and pushed together, all at the same time. It only took one scream ‚till it stopped, and she found herself in a place where nothing was, she couldn't tell if her surroundings were black or white. She felt confused of what kind of place this could be. Until she heard steps behind her.

„Klark – „

Clarke turns around to see Lexa stopping in her steps, not in her armor, not wearing warpaint, not beeing heda, just beeing Lexa, the loving, vulnerable Lexa, looking at her in concern. Clarke just stands there, wide eyed for a second before she starts running to her lover, and with each hit of her feet to the nonexistent ground it changes to stone and a room starts building up. She didn't notice that, because all she could focus was to get near Lexa, to hold her close, and that's exactly what she does.

„I thought I lost you again!I thought I could never see you again!" she states sobbing.

Lexa embraces her, caressing her hair and wispers to her ear: „ I told you, I'll always be with you."

Clarke eases the grip she's putting on her lover, just to pull back enough that she's able to look in her eyes, to be sure this moment is real. Both oft hem realize now, that they're standing in Lexa's bedroom, the place where they had the last happy moments together. The memories of that makes both of them smiling and that's when they finally let their lips crash together to loose themselfs in a moment of pure love and relieve, that they haven't lost eachother for good.

Everyone in the throneroom settels in with the pain they feel again or are taking care of of those who are injured, physical or psychological.

All except for murphy, he's the only one up until now who notices that clarke's still in trance. He knows how important it is for her life, that he goes on with pumping ontaris heart untill it seems save to disconnect her. He wants to get to Emori, he sees her in pain wants to sooth her, but stays where he is and does his duty to keep the nightblood running through clarkes veins.

„what's wrong with clarke, why isn't she awake? Everyone else is, only she is not!"

Abby's on her knees holding Kane in her arms, but immediatly standing up as she hears that. She steps up to the throne to check on Clarke. She's worried, touches her gently by the shoulders and calls her name. When her daugther doesn't respond in any way she starts to check on her vital signs.

„her pulse is increased, breathing is faster than normal, her eyes are dilated. But nothing seems lifethreatening."

„yeah except for the fact that my hand is used for pumping the nightblood through her veins. I can't keep that going forever."

„if that's the only problem we can switch places, we need to do that until she's back to make sure we don't damage her when we disconnect the flame."

And with that Abby takes Murphys place, and nobody sees the ghost of a smile, that decorates Clarkes face.