Author's Note: Like many of you reading this fic, I am still heartbroken over Lexa's death. This is my attempt at making it right. It's been a while since I've written fic and I never finished one but I'm sure I will this time. I love Lexa/Clexa too much not to. I'm also not the best writer but I hope you enjoy this anyway. I'm no longer watching the show and so this fic will be very AU/canon divergent. Pretty much nothing including and after Lexa's death will be canon. This is my first Clexa fic so I hope I can get their voices right.

"I don't want the next commander," Clarke says, as tears begin to fall down her face. "I want you."

Lexa manages a small, weak smile. She's becoming weak quickly. Clarke needs to save her. She can't lose someone else she cares about. Someone else she loves. She's saved so many people from worse fates. Jasper, Finn, Lincoln. Jasper…..something occurs to her. "Titus…." She turns to the man who's responsible for all this. But there is no anger in her eyes. Only desperation to save Lexa. "Do you know where to get that seaweed that saved Jasper when he was speared?"

Titus doesn't look up at Clarke, just continues arranging his tools. "I do, Wanheda. But it's no use. Em gonplei ste odon."

"Like hell it is. Go get it."

"It's no use, as I said. Em—"

Clarke somehow manages to hold the older man against the wall, adrenaline and anger aiding her. "Titus. Do as I say. Your people call me Wanheda for a reason. I've killed so many people. And I'd have no problem adding one more to the list."

Titus examines Clarke's face and nods. "Alright, Wanheda. But it may be too—"

"Go. Now. Run. If she dies, I will still blame you."

"Clarke, don't…." comes Lexa's weak voice from the bed.

Clarke moves toward the bed again, holding one of Lexa's hands in her own. "Shh, it's ok."

Clarke presses on the makeshift bandage that was covering Lexa's wound, hoping against hope that Titus would make it back in time. She can't think of the alternative. Can't imagine a life without Lexa's light.

"Clarke….I…"

"Shh….you should save your strength. You'll need it later."

Lexa looks at Clarke with a small sparkle in her eyes. "Ai gonplei—"

"Like hell it is," Clarke replies fiercely. "I won't let you go so easily."

An eternity seems to pass before Titus bursts into the room, familiar looking seaweed in his hands. He's accompanied by an unfamiliar man. Clarke takes the seaweed and presses it onto Lexa's wound. The effect is almost immediate. The seaweed starts soaking up the blood. Clarke smiles in relief and Lexa smiles back. She's still weak, but there's more light in her eyes.

"Who's this?" Clarke gestures at the man Titus had brought with him.

"Our healer. He can take over now."

Clarke resists the urge to yell at Titus about not bringing this healer sooner. She simply nods in gratitude and turns to the healer.

"Na sis yu au os?"

The healer examines Clarke's face for a moment and after a moment says, "Sha"

"Mochof," Clarke says with a smile.

Clarke and the healer have done all they could. Lexa is resting and Clarke is sitting by her bedside, half waiting for her to wake up and half ready to summon the healer again if there's any sign that Lexa is getting worse.

A noise breaks the silence and the door opens. Octavia comes in and says: "Clarke, I heard that Lexa—"

"Shh, Octavia. She's sleeping." Clarke whispers, glaring at Octavia.

"Is she going to be ok?" Octavia whispers back.

"I hope so."

"How'd she get hurt?"

"Titus. He was trying to shoot me and he got her instead."

"He was trying to SHOOT YOU?" Octavia yells.

"Octavia!" Clarke hisses.

"Right. Sorry," Octavia whispers. "So…do you think she's all healed?"

"I hope so. The healer and I did everything we could. I even managed to get the bullet out. So she should be ok as long as she doesn't start bleeding internally."

"Is there a chance of that?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe your mother could help."

"Too bad she's all the way in Arkadia."

"I could get her. All I need is a horse. I can get there and back in no time."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Then go. Quickly. Come back as soon as possible."

"I will."

Octavia leaves the room, leaving Clarke to watch over Lexa. Clarke touches Lexa's hair and smiles as she watches her sleep.

"Yu gonplei nou ste odon."

Author's Note: Hey guys. Here we are at the end of the first chapter. Hope you liked it. Here are some Trigedasleng translations. My use of the language isn't perfect, I'm sure. I'm still learning. But anyway, here goes.

Em gonplei ste odon= Her fight is over

Na sis yu au os= Can I help you?

Sha= Yes

Mochof=Thank you

Yu gonplei nou ste odon= Your fight is not over

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