Hey guys! Here's another post 3x07 Clexa fic for ya. I hope ya'll like it.


The blood courses rapidly through Clarke's veins. She's sure it goes unnoticed, but her breath leaves her in short, frantic bursts, and her adrenaline has her keenly aware of every movement. Surprisingly, she is not afraid for herself right now. If she dies, Murphy is powerless against his captor.

"She'll know it was you." Clarke reasons, hands raised in surrender. She's always been a skilled manipulator of people and their whims and she's hoping the Fleimkepa can be swayed as well. Her hope is dashed only a moment later as the full extent of this plan is laid out to her.

"Skaikru weapon." Titus declares as he brandishes the firearm with a vaguely perceptible shake of his head. "In the hands of a Skaikru thief."

Clarke shakes her head trying to make the pieces fit together. So this was his plan? Murder and treason in order to protect Lexa. He was right: she would be angry, but he had to know that her wrath would be solely directed at him if she realized the truth of his actions. Lexa had killed Gustus for a similar attempt on the alliance when his plan didn't involve murder.

Clarke doesn't have the time to point any of this out because Titus is beyond reason. Before she can properly register what is happening, her legs are carrying her across the room and the gunshots are ringing out. Murphy can do nothing from his bound position but sit and watch with growing anxiety as the bullets ricochet across different surfaces and some barely miss him.

What happens next is a maelstrom of activity that no one will be able to remember properly in a few hours. Just as Clarke runs for the door, she sees it just beginning to crack open as Titus fires off another round. 'Oh God no', she thinks as dread pools in the pit of her stomach and then suddenly, the world stops turning for a moment and everything freezes in place.

Lexa appears in front of her, standing with her mouth agape and looking winded. She utters the Commander's name under her own breath in her shock and follows Lexa's eyes down. She sees it. Titus sees it. And just as he drops his gun and forgets his quarrel with Wanheda, time speeds up again and both are racing forward to catch their Heda as she falls.

"Get her to the bed!" Clarke screams in a voice that hardly sounds like her own. She's in command, but she struggles to wave off the resilient pangs of fear as her hands press into Lexa's wound and oh….so much blood! The bedding will be ruined when this is all over, she's sure of that. She's also sure that she can't let Lexa die here. Not when they just found each other only moments ago. Not now, when her commander most wanted to live; and certainly not when peace is so fragile. No…she needs to live; even more than Clarke desperately wants her to live.

Lexa looks up at Clarke's ferociously determined features with a deep fondness. She soaks every detail in, wanting this to be the vision she carries with her into her next journey. She's convinced that there's nothing that can be done but she's at peace. Death is not the end.

"Clarke." Even though her voice is soft, it demands attention and Clarke looks up at her smile, which is far too radiant considering her condition. "Ai gonplei ste odon." Lexa wishes she could stay. She wishes she could've had more moments with this beautiful woman at her bedside, but it is her time and her spirit must be passed on.

Her words seem to trigger something and Lexa watches as Clarke gives way to Wanheda in an instant. She sees Titus at her side, preparing for some sort of ritual and a rage overtakes her unlike any she's felt since that day she was brought to Lexa's throne room bound and gagged.

"Titus go! Get the healers!" She roars, redoubling her efforts to stop the bleeding and forcing the man to falter in his preparations.

"I'm afraid that's not-"

The death glare she sends him sends chills up his spine. He is certain that she is the only one he's ever seen to rival a Heda with such ease and it takes him aback. The standoff lasts only a moment before Clarke feels a gentle touch on her arm and turns to lock eyes with Lexa, who, despite being gravely injured, is looking at her with the Commander's eyes.

"Clarke, he can't do that. It would require too many healers to help me and I dispatched a contingent to Tondc this morning."

The words are meant to convince Clarke to step back, but they do little to assuage the stubborn will power burning away in her eyes. In fact, it seems to burn even brighter as Lexa watches the gears turn inside her mind. There is a way. It's a long shot, but it's a way.

"But what if you had the two best healers…?" Her voice trails and she speaks to herself more than to Lexa, who is already figuring out her plan. "Titus, find Octavia. Tell her to find my mother."

"No." Lexa speaks, and the two turn to look at her. Titus has a question in his eyes, and Clarke has a thousand unspoken arguments in hers. "Find Indra."

"Indra?"

"She knows these lands far better than any of your people. She will know of a faster way."

Though his lips purse and he does not approve of ignoring tradition, Titus takes this statement as permission to abandon his responsibility for the moment and leaves the room. He keeps his head bowed in a mixture of shame and silent prayer that the Fleimkepa is not needed while he's gone.

Clarke doesn't know how long it's been since Titus left. Some part of her mind is still vaguely aware of Murphy's silent, yet awkward presence while Lexa fades in and out of consciousness somewhere between life and death. The knot of dread that settled in her stomach when she first laid eyes on the bullet wound is Clarke's only real company as she continues her work. The time drags by as if the very clock itself is as weary as Heda, and Clarke grows more impatient with each passing second. Judging by the position of the moon outside the window, it had to be somewhere past midnight. She begins to wonder if maybe Indra had been wounded herself…or worse.

Clarke is quick to shake her head of the thought; she needs her mother. There is something…not right. She continues her work with the stitching as she mulls it over in her mind. Clarke had been stubborn; set on saving Lexa's life, and so far she is doing well at the task, but…no human could survive losing so much blood. And yet here Lexa is.

It's not much later that the door opens and four people cross the threshold. Titus maintains a respectful distance in a corner near the door, having the decency to look embarrassed of himself when Octavia recognizes Murphy and goes to untie him. Indra notices as well and spares the man a subtle sneer as she rushes to her Commander's bedside along with Abby. Titus hadn't exactly been forthcoming on the details of the Commander's shooting, but she knows that this certainly is not Wanheda's doing and the Fleimkepa's downcast gaze speaks loudly. She is more than capable of connecting the dots and if she were in any position to have her way, his blood would spill.

Abby wastes no time laying out her surgical tools on the bed and assessing Clarke's progress as well Lexa's physical state. It seems her daughter has done well so far and she readies to take over when the sheer amount of blood catches her eye. Reflexively, she reaches out to feel for a pulse in spite of the fact that she can just barely see the gentle rise and fall of the young woman's chest.

"Clarke…" Abby speaks warily. She has no medical explanation for this and is struggling to grasp what she's seeing even as she and Clarke begin to work together on the wound.

"I know. I noticed."

"What is it? What's wrong?" Indra asks, interest piqued. Even the other three occupants in the room look on silently with inquisitive eyes as they wait for an answer.

"Lexa shouldn't be alive. It's medically impossible. See?" She gestures to the tar-like stains that soak the bed and seep onto the floor. Indra and Octavia both lean over to take a look and Indra lets out a gasp. "I'm sure as a warrior you know what this much blood outside the body means."

"Death." The warrior confirms.

"Then how is she…?" Octavia supplies from where she stands near the foot of the bed. They turn at the sound of Titus clearing his throat.

"If I may…" He ignores the various glares he receives from Indra, Octavia, and Murphy. "Perhaps the spirit is not yet willing to leave her."

There is an awkward moment of silence as the people of Skaikru present in the room process this seemingly unhelpful piece of information. Abby is the first to speak. "But that doesn't explain—"

Titus' mouth twitches up just the faintest bit. "The spirit of Heda is not as your people believe in spirits." His eyes turn to Clarke as he speaks. "Wanheda, look at her nape."

Clarke does as he asks, gently turning Lexa's head to the side to reveal the tattoo of the sacred symbol. She and her mother both take note of the vertical scar down the middle of the tattoo and the raised skin around it that indicates some foreign object just beneath the surface.

Neither speaks it out of respect for the Grounders and their culture, but both have come to the same conclusion: The spirit is some kind of device.

No. More than that.

Clarke thinks back on all the conversations she's had with Lexa that have given her insight into the customs of Heda. The spirit chooses each Commander. Lexa hears the voices of previous commanders and shares their memories.

The spirit is an AI. And clearly, it is capable of more than just storing memory and choosing leaders.

Thank you guys for reading! Next chapter will pick up with Clexa fluff!