Im hopping on the bus a little here but my seat is gonna be different. I've read a lot of FTWD crossovers with Eliza Lex. That's cool, but nobody's tried flipping the two fandoms around in the crossover? C'mon! Zombies in the 100?! Yes! Not reapers guys. Actual zombies. Lets try it.

This is set like half a year after the battle at mount weather. It'll start off slow but I promise it's not as bad as FTWD se1. Jeeze that was painful... At the moment all I have are chapters in Clarke's pov but I might bring Lexa's and the others in too later. Who knows.

So, if you wanna read about Lexa chopping up dead people and fucking Clarke after, and vise versa, read on my friends.

Clarke.

Emerson pounds on the door. Monty is typing rapidly, breaking through the mountains mainframe to input the command. Bellamys eyes are locked on the door, his gun is raised against his shoulder ready. He offers no word of comfort as monty panics at him. Instead he stays quiet.

"Clarke.."

A hand touches mine and makes me look from my stare at the monitor screens to the commander. The blood on her face causes me to look instantly away. It reminds me what I'm about to do.

"He's going to blow the door!" Bellamy shouts suddenly and steadies his aim.

I panic myself and look down when a stop in tapping draws my attention.

"Why are you stopping?!" I cry at monty, my eyes returning to the screen image of my mother screaming in pain as the drill enters her hip. I cringe watching it.

"It's done," he says nodding to the control board beside me, "Just pull that lever"

I stare down at it and raise my hand. Suddenly I feel everybody's eyes on me. I feel all their anticipation and their hope. It was up to me to make this decision. I would forever hold the consequences of it.

A hand comes down over my shaking one and gently guides it to the lever. I look up at Lexa. She's watching me carefully, with green eyes telling me this is the right thing to do, the only thing to do. And she would do it with me.

Her fingers lock through mine over the control. She watches the screens with an impassive look but I can see in her eyes the pain of my people hurt her just as much as it hurt to see it from her own.

"Clarke!" Bellamy barks and my eyes flick from Lexa to the screens again. Emerson is knelt tying a cord to the door handle. Any second now he would detonate that bomb and we'd all be dead.

I take in a deep breath and it leaves me shakily. I feel sick. I feel completely weak. I couldn't do this.

"We bear the burden" Lexa whispers pulling the lever an inch back.

I lock eyes with her and see all the pain and respect she holds for me. She wouldn't let me do this alone but she knows it will change me. She looks afraid of that. I'm afraid too.

"My people, my responsibility" I managed to say as I pulled the lever all the way back.

There's a vibration from the floor beneath us as the vent engines change direction and filter fresh air into the mountain. For a couple seconds there's no sound. But then the screens fill with movement. The people on them begin frantically jerking and twitching. And their mouths rip open to match their wide eyes. I see a few of them claw at their clothes. At their skin. Trying to shake the clean air away. I imagine agonised screams. And choked voices coughing through the hysteria.

I watch the panic and pain. I think about how terrified they all look. I freeze watching their faces scold with radiation. I taste blood watching them one by one drop to the floor, twisting and jerking in pain. I see their eyes look up for help. I see them give up when none comes.

I did this..

I gasp awake and lurch upwards struggling to breathe. My mind is still on fire with my nightmare. The mountain is still fresh behind my eyes. Their screams are still ringing in my ears.

"Clarke?"

Her hand touches my back and I instantly flinch from it.

Straight away Lexa senses something's wrong and sits up beside me on the bed. She wraps her arm around my back. Worriedly she tucks my hair behind my ear and begs to know whats wrong, why am I so upset.

I want to tell her I'm fine, it's okay. But the words come up as rattled gasps instead.

Lexa sees my struggle to breathe and gently whispers in my ear and rubs my back. The warmth of her palm running circles into my skin fights away the chill of the nightmare. It calms my racing heart. After a more couple seconds air fills my lungs again.

I breathlessly thank her and collapse exhausted into her shoulder. She holds me tight against her.

"Will you ever tell me what haunts you?" She asks after minutes of silence. I shake my head.

"You would try to tell me it's just a dream"

"I know it's not. Your demons visit you in your sleep, Clarke" Lexa kisses my temple and growls, "I want to slay them"

I smile then and turn to kiss her jaw. I feel a shiver rush through her when I let my hand drift up her arm to the bare skin on her shoulder. I feel it twitch beneath my touch. I hear her breathe sharply in. I close my eyes and rest my head against her shoulder.

"You are too good to me" I whisper to her.

Lexa quietly chuckles, "I believe I am good for you" she corrects softly squeezing me closer, "We are good for each other"

I nod, smile widening at her logic as I bring my lips down to touch her throat. I don't want to talk about my nightmare, or anything else for that matter. Right now I just want to feel Lexa. I need her to confirm that I'm safe. That I'm still wanted. Despite everything I've done.

Because since walking away from what I did at Mount Weather, everyday is a struggle for me to realise that.

Lexa lets out a slow breath at my lips nuzzling searchingly against the skin on her throat, and I feel her control slipping the moment I sneak them up, following her ratcheting pulse. I latch on there. The push of her heart beating up against my mouth is too delicious to ignore. I need to know its still beating. That it wont stop too.

I lean away when I hear her moan and I smile to myself when the soft sound turns into a disappointed growl. She peers back at me, eyes narrowing for my smile. Her hand slips down my arm, fingers circling it impatiently.

"Although your teasing me this early is something of a problem" she tells me pulling me closer with a grin.

I bite my lip waiting for it and Lexa's eyes pin my mouth exactly like I want them to. I run my tongue across my lips and her eyes follow it hungrily.

"Why a problem?" I ask innocently.

Lexa groans low and pulls me down to the bed. Then she rolls herself over me. I just smile. I love winning.

Her body hovers above me. Warm naked skin just brushing my own. She dips a little so her stomach slides mine for a second, filling me with butterflies.

"It's a problem because it makes me bad" she says taking my hand and holding my eyes as she softly kisses her smile over my knuckles. I smile back at her. I know immediately what she's talking about.

"Being late to a meeting or two does not make you bad" I tell her softly.

"If it were just the one or two meetings I would agree with you" she returns casting me a serious look, "You realise you've made me miss at least six in the last month alone? Titus is starting to believe I've let you corrupt me"

I shrug at her, "Meetings are boring anyway. Why go sit on your throne thinking about me when you could actually have me?"

Lexa smiles an inch wider at the mention of having me and she lowers herself over me. Her lips press gently on mine, slow and tender. And then I feel her tongue slip into my mouth and her hand slide away from mine to my thigh. I moan deeply. I want her to keep going.

Her hand softly scratches up my leg causing me to moan loudly. Her lips have taken up home on my neck, gently kissing and sucking the skin there. It gives warning that Lexa is about to go slow. And though I love how soft a lover she is I can't handle slow right now. I need her to take control of me completely. Before I have a chance to think back to my nightmare.

So I bring a hand up to her waist and lean up to her ear.

"If you want to make your meeting you should be a bit quicker" I whisper in that tone I know makes her head switch off.

Her eyes touch on mine and Lexa gives me this piercing look. I feel a twist of guilt when it looks like she knows exactly what I'm doing. I feel like speaking up. But then she's pressing into me hard, hungrily kissing my neck and making me moan and buck with her name, and I soon forget all about my messed up dreams and my messed up life and just enjoy the moment with her.

Lexa moans when moving up into her makes our centres clash. I grip the back of her hip and pull her down, repeating the action to gain another moan and another. Soon her eyes are closed and she's moving back against me, adding her own friction to our dance in sweet tantalising circles. I gasp up at her. And she gasps back. Soon the room is full of just her and me, and together it sounds so incredibly right.

Her lips claim me again, tongue and teeth tracing my lips eagerly. I breathe sharply in the moment she releases my tingling mouth. My head tips back and I grin widely at her whispering in my ear. She promises to make me feel good. She has no idea she's already doing it.

Lexa's hands pull mine from her back and pin them to the bed. She shifts herself down to kiss down my throat and chest. Her mouth pressing hard against my eager flesh. I arch up impatiently when she licks from the middle of my chest and up the swell of my left breast. But she stops there, reclaiming her tongue to pause over the tip of my taunt nipple.

My wrists strain against her hold. She exhales slowly through her nose, teasing the skin it blows over. I narrow my eyes at her. She knows I can't stand her games when I'm this wound up.

"Please" I whisper in beg, shaking again when I feel my mind begin to wander away. Her eyes darkening lustfully bring me right back.

She releases one of my hands as her mouth hits the top of my stomach and she pulls hers down to tease the skin on my inner thigh. I moan watching her eyes swirl darkly as she nudges my knees apart. Lexa looks down and she gives me a brief smirk before she lowers her head to take me entirely.

"Lexa!" I moan out in high voice. I can't help it.

I hear her chuckle and her filling whisper against my sensitive flesh causes me to tremble all over. She pulls her head back and I cry out in disappointment.

"Make that seven meetings missed" she smirks filthily before she quickly dips back down.