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- May We Meet Again -

It was dawn when everything ended. The air was filled with feathery charcoal and when it landed; it crumbled against your skin like soot. A women with yellow hair, caked with blood, mud and the ashes of fire stood in the middle of it. Her hand shook and her breathing was ragged.

"It is done." Another female's voice whispered from behind her. The deformed paint around her eyes had smudged, turning her whole face a different colour. She watched the other woman, dark eyes careful and observant.

"So many... died." The women with yellow hair said in a whispering rasp, unable to stop herself from feeling the dread that built up in the pit of her stomach.

The dark haired women behind her, dressed in light, grounder armor cautiously stepped up beside the other woman. Her brows furrowed as she glanced at her, then looked over the battlefield which was once a vast meadow of golden grass. It was now blackened and ugly, littered with rotting corpses.

"Clarke..." She started softly, afraid that her delicate companion would break under such a sight. A sight that the commander was used to. War.

Clarke's eyes fluttered from her stupor as her name was breathed so gently from the commanders mouth. She turned her incredibly blue eyes on the seemingly worried commander. Her lips went into a thin line and she narrowed her eyes, looking into those green, searching eyes.

"Lexa..." Clarke started, pausing for a moment and there was some hope in Lexa's face. "This can't happen again." Clarke finished, shaking her head then looking down at the ground in front of her.

Lexa drew back the expression of emotion on her face, keeping her poker face while staring at Clarke from her superior height. "You can't avoid death, Clarke." Lexa warned and Clarke's head rose back up. There was some kind of inner conflict that Lexa didn't know about and it bothered her that she didn't know why but she didn't push it and looked away from the shorter female. "We must go."

It took Clarke a moment but she nodded, giving the dead one last glance before following the commander back into the forest.

When Clarke and Lexa appeared back at the war camps; Clarke was greeted with cheers and enthusiasm by her people. Small smiles escaped her and Lexa paused to watch from a distance before Indra greeted her and coaxed Lexa to get her wounds looked at. Lexa turned away from the excited Sky People and made her way to her tent.

In her bath; Lexa pondered about her dead warriors. They took a great hit from the Azgeda but they managed to utterly destroy their army, leaving their city defenseless. She would have to visit the Azgeda city soon to ensure her authority and place as commander.

A new leader would have to be placed in their midst. As Lexa was thinking about this; a familiar yellow haired woman entered her bathing area, looking keen. Undisturbed by the intrusion, Lexa turned to look at her and was amused to see Clarke had abruptly turned around; probably for the sake of her privacy.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know that-"

"It's okay." Lexa interrupted, turning her head away from Clarke to focus on her dirty body. "Do you need something?" She asked patiently, picking up a rough cloth to trail it down her leg.

Clarke made a face, clearly uncomfortable. "I can come back later." She pushed while still turned around.

"There's no need for after this bath I must join my ambassadors to discuss Azgeda." Lexa said, leaning back against her makeshift tub to look at her ceiling tent. "What is it you want?" Lexa asked again, keeping her patience in check.

There was a moment of silence before Clarke spoke again, this time in a soft, weak voice. "Thank you..." Lexa turned her head towards the girl with that of a raised brow, wondering what she could possibly be thanking her for.

"There is no need to thank me." Lexa finally said. She noted how her heart began to slowly pump faster but Lexa drew back in, growing angry with herself. Emotions such as these only brought crippling pain.

Even as she thought this way; she didn't tell Clarke to leave her, but rather stood from her bath, causing the other girl to tense. She wrapped herself in a robe-like coat that went down to her ankles and covered up her naked body. Lexa paused; was it truly so wrong? Clarke was leaving again and she knew it. "Wait." Lexa interrupted her retreat, causing Clarke to stop, slowly looking back at Lexa.

Blue eyes flickered with uncertainty. Clarke had her guard up and she could see it. Lexa wanted desperately to break it. To get an intriguing reaction from her.

"Here." Lexa called her over by holding out her hand. Clarke's blue eyes narrowed curiously, slowly approaching Lexa. Blue eyes lifted to Lexa's now soft and delicate looking face, then down at her hand. It was a type of animal and it took Clarke a minute; searching her mind to what it could possibly be.

Clarke's perplexed face caused Lexa a small smile. "It's a lion." Lexa explained, presenting the gift further by moving her open hand forward.

The yellow-haired girl shook her head, giving a confused chuckle but paused at the serious look on Lexa's face and thought better than to reject it. This was surprising. Lexa? Giving her a gift? Clarke looked back on what she could've possibly done to deserve this... Absolutely nothing. Clarke took it from her hand slowly and Lexa withdrew her own, watching as Clarke thumbed it around.

Clarke gave a small smile, looking up into Lexa's face. "Thank you." She said, then turning away to leave the tent, still looking down at the lion in her hand before clenching it in her palm and disappearing from Lexa's prying eyes.

Lexa stood there for a moment longer, before turning away to get dressed and be on her way to the awaiting war council.

Clarke walked silently with her people, back to Arkadia. Jasper and Monty whispered among each other, eyeing Clarke suspiciously. She had looked down at the lion again, feeling a little lost.

"Hey Clarke!" Jasper's loud voice jumped her from her daze and she quickly folded her hand over the lion figure. "What do we got here?" Jasper grinned, eyes twinkling with his Jasper humor.

"Secrets!" Monty exclaimed on her other side, making Clarke flinch in surprise.

"Cut it out, you two!" She bit out, pushing Jasper harshly away from her. Jasper laughed out loud and Monty chuckled, eyeing Clarke's hand curiously.

"What you got there, Clarke?" He pointed to her closed hand.

"My fist." She said dangerously but in good nature and Monty's eyes-widened as she landed it against his shoulder, then slapping Jasper away with her other hand.

Abby was looking over her shoulder, watching her daughter with a soft smile. Her daughter has grown up. Clarke managed to distract Monty's footing which slipped from under him and he landed onto his butt, giving a small pout. Everyone laughed around them and Clarke laughed as well, reaching her hand down to help him back up.

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This was an one shot of my favorite characters in The 100. So it doesn't really have much action with other characters because I wasn't sure if I should go through with the story.

Clexa may be my favorite scenario in The 100 but I will try not encourage my love for their relationship to completely over-shadow all the other characters that others may love.