I have not watched The 100 since 3x07, and so I don't know where the story has gone, or how any characters have developed. This story continues straight from Clarke and Lexa's sex scene.

Please leave feedback as I have not written for a long time, and struggled.

Thank you xx

Clarke

Clarke left Lexa lying on the bed, ignoring the half-hearted pleads that Lexa let out for her to stay. She made her way to her other room, already considering the one she just left as theirs. As she entered, she saw Murphy and Titus sitting opposite each other, both looking angry.

"Carke, wun! Its a wap" Murphy tried to shout around the gag that she could now see he had blocking his mouth. Titus leapt up with suprising speed for an older man and quickly raised a gun towards Clarke. He raised an eyebrow, daring her to call for help, before motioning for her to sit in the seat he had just been in. Clarke slowly moved towards him, hands raised, desperately trying to think of a way to distract him and grab the gun.

"Don't even try it, bitch" he spat out. "You may have The Commander wrapped around your finger, but I see right through you. You think I don't know what you're trying to do?" His hands shook slightly as he gripped the gun tighter. In a calming voice, one which she had learnt from watching her mum deal with delirious patients, she said "Titus? I don't know what you think it is I'm trying to do, but you're going to get us both killed if you don't put down the weapon". She made slow, steady steps towards him, hoping the safety was on. He laughed, a mad, hysterical laugh that made Clarkes skin crawl.

"You don't get it. I know your plan. You can't fool me. You've made Heda weak again, made her change grounder tradition after years so that your 'kru' can have safety until you try and ascend the throne. You want to annihilate all of us so that you and your friends can rule. Thats why you friends killed an army of 300 in their sleep, isn't it? You had to kill them in their sleep instead of on the battlefield because you knew we would win. You're all so desperate for power and blood that you've resorted to dirty strategies to win the thro-"His grey eyes, so full of anger and madness, turned to blank shock as a knife lodged itself in the center of his pale forehead. The gun clattered to the floor, his body following closely behind. Clarke gasped, instinctively rushing forwards to catch him.

"Bloody fool needed putting down a long time ago" rumbled a voice behind Clarke. She turned to see Prince - no - King Roan standing behind her with Ontari at his side, a feral look in her eyes.

"What...Why...You didn't have to do that, Roan" she stuttered out. "I had it under control". Realising that she was safe, she lowered Titus's limp body to the ground, wiping the blood of her thighs, thinking of ways to tell Lexa. However she did it, it would break Lexa's heart to know that one of the closest people she had in her life had planned to try and kill Clarke.

"The power of Flame-keeper and advisor to The Commander went to his head a while ago." Roan sauntered forward, Ontari slinking around the edge of the room like a hunting cat towards Murphy before stopping next to him.

"You didn't have to kill him" Clarke whispered, her voice cracking. "Hasn't there been enough death already?" She wiped away tears that had suddenly sprung to her eyes, memories of Mount Weather flashing across her eyes.

Roan stopped in front of her, lending her a hand to stand up. "He would've killed you. Are you not happy that I saved your life girl?"

"You didn't have to kill him" she repeated. "You shouldn't even have weapons in Polis."

Roan sighed. "True, but this was the kindest thing to do. I've seen Ontari's prison and what they do there, and trust me, death was the best thing for him. He wouldn't have survived for a day."

Clarke shook her head in confusion. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

Ontari crept up behind Clarke, her footsteps light. "He was in the way" she said, her voice strangely soft for a girl with deliberate scars over her face. "He would have stopped us."

Unease crept into Clarkes body, her blood running cold when she realised that she was, in fact, not safe and that something bad was going happen. She tried to stall for time, hoping that Lexa would come in and stop whatever they were planning.

"In the way for what?"

Roan looked at Ontari, a smirk creeping across his face. "Why, Klark Kom Skaikru, your new Commander."

Clarke tried to shout for Lexa, but a sharp blow hit her from behind and the world went black.