Author`s note: I do not own any of the characters of the show, I just borrow them for my FICTIONAL version of things. This story is just something that came to my mind while I was listening to the trigedasleng song from the 3x3 (Amazing song by the way).
This story is intended to be a couple of chapters long, so I`d appreciate every comment I get. I am constantly trying to improve my writing, so (as long as you are nice about it) I welcome your criticism.
I hope you enjoy the story!

Angry blue eyes staring nonchalantly at mine, speaking without words, arguing without voice. I could see the internal battle of her thoughts in her deep eyes, haunted, hurt and even fearful of her actions, past and present. I wasn`t afraid of dying, it was kind of in the description of my job as a Commander, the only thing that mattered was the way I was supposed to die and that was not by Clark`s hand.

Only this time, it wasn`t Clark holding the knife, demanding justice, seeking revenge, it was Wanheda. The girl that she was once, innocent and naïve was long gone, the only trace left of her were those clear sky blue eyes, that instead of shining were now dulled with pain. I had never seen her like that before, the Skaiprisa had always preserved her untamed spirit, even after the bombing of Ton DC, even after her murder of the boy she once loved. Clark had managed to preserve the glow in her eyes, because every time she would do something that her consciousness would have never permitted her under "normal" circumstance, she would blame it on me and now she was filled with anger, giving into that seducible bitter - sweet sensation coursing through her veins. I had let her use me as an excuse for her actions before, when in fact she didn`t need to give any explanation to anyone about her choices, she was a leader and that entailed something more than just shouting orders from the comfort of her camp. She had to think as a leader not only try and act as one.

Three months had passed since Mount Weather and only now, with a knife against my skin, shaky breathing and pressed closely to me, did the realization of her actions hit her. I meant what I said to her, I never meant to turn her into this, I never meant to break her, but I had a duty to my people and I would not apologize for that. A duty that was meant for me long before I was even born. I know she had fully understood my questionable choice the moment I sensed her ease the pressure and step back from me. Part of me was sad because of the sudden loss of her figure pressed so close to me. We had never allowed ourselves this closeness before, a closeness that was just as comforting as it was painful and addictive, a sensation that had left me longing for more. I could still sense her soft lips on mine from that kiss we shared so long ago that now it felt as if it was from another lifetime – so many things had changed, so many problems were created.

Hodnes laik kwenles. A voice was shouting at the back of my head, but this time I couldn`t care less about it. Clark could have finished my fight mere moments ago, but something in her stopped her as well, perhaps all was not lost after all. A single drop of blood creeped slowly from the little nip on my neck and when the girl in front of me turned to face me, I saw her again, even if it was just a momentarily glimpse, I saw her. Wanheda had backed down and Clark was staring at me once again, scanning my features with heavy eyes, full with a storm of unshed tears. I could see her resolve and desire for revenge from earlier disappear when she traced with gentle touches, the drop of blood that was going down my neck.

Clark…

Her name sounded so familiar, but at the same time so new and raw. All those months of hoping that she was alive and wondering where she was, all those endless nightmares that kept me awake every night, had left my body drained of energy. Even though I had my emotionless mask always on and nobody (except for Indra) knew that something was wrong , Aiden, a fine young warrior, saw right through it though and used it to his advantage, making his slap land on my cheek and making me frown in disbelief as a result earlier.

Seeing how Clark was looking at me now, made me return to the present moment and I realized that no voice was coming out of my mouth, my eyes full of sadness dropped to the floor because I didn`t want the Skaiprisa to see me like that. I was always good with words, but what could I say to her now? To the girl who fell from the sky and turned my life upside down, to the woman that had invaded my heart and my thoughts with her bravery while escaping the pauna. How could I admit to her that no punishment that she could impose on me was greater than the one I had already imposed on myself? My hearth shouted for her, my thoughts were filled with things I wanted to tell her, share with her, but my rational mind reminded me of my obligation, of my position and of my people. I was Heda first, but for a while Clark had inspired me to live and not just to fight for survival, so now was my turn to do the same for her. Before I could even think of forming a coherent thought in my head, I felt strong arms engulf me, her whole body was shaking desperately and her head was buried in my neck, opposite of where the freshly drawn ruby blood was staining my skin. I could hear her sharp inhales and feel the burning hot liquid that was spilling from her eyes. I never knew that tears could burn that much. The world around us had disappeared, my full attention was placed upon the woman that was currently in my arms. She didn`t say anything, she just cried and cried until exhaustion overcame her and she felt asleep in my arms. I moved her gently to her bed and laid her down to be more comfortable, but when I tried to separate myself from her hug, she only tightened the grip.

Stay… beja…

That was the only thig she said to me that night, we both laid together in the comfort of her soft furs, holding each other and reveling at the amenity we received from one another. Her raspy voice was something I had dreamed of so many nights and hearing her speaking my language, made my hearth burn even more than before. We had so many things that we had to tell each other, but not that night. We were both torn between two worlds, each of us had so many responsibilities, so many obligations, but at the end of the day, there was no Heda without Lexa and no Wanheda without Clark and now we both knew that, knew it and respected it, because every action has its consequence and no ordinary girl would have been able to bear it all.

But then again, we were no ordinary girls, yes we had to fight and yes we had to lead, but we also had to live – and now, finally, was our chance to do that – to live.