Ok so this is my first fanfic story and I hope you all like it. I LOVE The 100 but I don't necessarily love the way the show has handled things haha. So this story takes place after the fight with Mount Weather in which Lexa actually didn't end up ditching Clarke on! Also Maya doesn't die! Plus I absolutely LOVE Clarke and Lexa together and that's the way I am keeping it. Hope you like it. Comment. Critque. And enjoy!
Clark's lips slowly part as she exhales, seeing, what seemed to be a small cloud, being released from her mouth. A natural occurrence that still baffles her since landing on Earth. She looks around through the hazy afterglow of war as she inhales the cool crisp autumn air, she brushes her finger gently along her lips as she tries to piece together her feelings.
"Maybe life should be about more than just surviving, don't we deserve more than that...", her own voice echoing in her mind, trapping her in her own vivid memory.
"Maybe we do...", Lexa replied before gently bring her hand to meet Clark's neck and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Clarke could almost feel Lexa's soft, warm lips as they pressed against her own. The aroma of pine mixed with vanilla filling her nostrils as she breathed in Lexa's scent. The way she opened her month and turned her head to the side to explore every pattern Clarke's lips had to offer. Clarke replayed this moment in her mind like her favorite song on repeat, her emotions singing along remembering every touch, smell and heartbeat.
Clarke took a deep breath, only to find her breath catching in her chest as she thought about that day. About Lexa. About how her lips felt on hers. It had been days since she had seen the commander, since they had successfully taken Mount Weather and destroying their enemies together. Her mind flashing back to that night, seeing Lexa mounted on her black horse, her mahogany hair intricately braided and beaded, criss-crossing this way and that in true warrior fashion. Black warrior paint smeared down her face like thick black tears of death, beckoning all who set their eyes on her to cower in fear. And last but not least, and definitely Clark's favorite feature on the commander, her deep sea foam green eyes that pierced her heart the moment she looked into them.
"You should come to the capital with me... After this is over...", the last words she recalled Lexa speaking to her before the war broke out. These words seemed to be relentlessly echoing through her mind since that terrible yet victorious night. Sure they over took the mountain and her people were safe but that was the last she saw of the beautiful commander. The last she or anyone else had seen or heard from her.
Clarke closed her eyes as they stung from keeping the tears from spilling onto her cheeks. Her heart ached for Lexa, longing to just see her and make sure she was alive. She had to be alive.
- The smoke was thick making it hard to see even a foot in front of her as she ran forwards. "We did it Lexa! She yelled into the smoky darkness, expecting to hear a victory yell from the beautiful woman whom she had come to trust. But the night was only filled with screams of rage, metal hitting metal and gunshots. No one returned her excited yells and her heart sank. "Lexa?!" She screamed into the smoke but she kept running. Clarke knew that she didn't have time to search for her friend. She had to get her people out safely. What else could she have done? Rushing through the metal debris she finally made it into the mountain to find all of her friends rushing out.
"Clarke!" Bellamy shouted as he rushed up to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. Clarke wrapped her arms around Bellamy and pressed her head into his shoulder, happy to see him alive and well. Her eyes continually scanned the area seeing grounders and sky people alike fleeing from the mountain. She smiled when she saw a coughing Monty running out, covered in black soot, as well as a very pale Jasper carrying Maya who was wearing a white hazmat suit and oxygen mask out of the underground hell that seemed to be spewing out people by the second.
"We are ok Clarke, thanks to you and Lexa. You did it!" Bellamy whispered into her ear as he kissed the top of her head.
"Where is Lexa? Have you seen her?!" Clarke pulled back and looked at her friend frantically.
"No I haven't I... Clarke!" Bellamy yelled as she took off into the darkness which she knew she would never get out of if she didn't find the girl who had stolen something she could never return. The girl who had unexpectedly snuck up on her and ripped down the walls that guarded something no other person has been able to quite reach. The girl who had stolen her heart. -
"Clarke. Are you ok?" Bellamy asked as he knelt down in front of his friend putting his hand on her shoulder lightly.
"I'm fine... I'm just... I can't stop looking." Clarke stood up and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand in lightning speed, shrugging off Bellamy's gentle touch.
"Clarke everyone of our people that was lost in the mountain has been accounted for. You don't have to be here anymore, you can stop looking." Bellamy replied as he cast his eye around the still hazy field that was covered all matter of debris ranging from rocks and pieces of metal to guns swords and pieces of... People. He shuddered as he saw a hand sticking out on the ground nearby.
He looked back at Clarke and was met with a stare that meant she was definitely not done looking.
"We haven't found her! We can't stop. I won't stop because I know she is here somewhere!" Clarke shouted trying to sound resilient but her tone filling with emotion at every word.
"Her? as in Lexa? Why do you care about her so much? She's just a grounder." Bellamy said coldly with a hint of jealousy, shocked himself to find the edge of jealousy creeping into his tone. Why am I jealous - he thought shaking his head staring at the back of Clarke's black jacket.
Hauntingly slow and calculated, Clarke turned and glanced at Bellamy almost snarling. "She. Is. Not. Just. A. Grounder." She spat out, anger etched on her face as she walked even faster through the debris into the giant opening in the mountain that once held him, her and their people prisoner.
Clarke inhaled and exhaled quickly as she passed through the threshold of mount weather for hopefully the last time. She sprinted down the hallways searching for Lexa with a determined mind that would never give up. She shuddered as she stepped over bodies that lie faced down in maroon colored blood that was now sticky from the battle that took place two days previous. Arrows stuck out of some, while bullet holes pierced through others. Clarke felt vomit stem up from her stomach into her mouth and she passed a colorful room full of children who shared the same fate as those in the hallway. Her knees collapsed and she sank to the ground after passing the colorful room. She committed violently as the images of the tiny figures laying on the floor filled her mind. She killed them. Not by her own hand but by her idea. Guilt eating away at her soul as more bike released itself from her body.
"Victory... Stands...on the... Back of... Sacrifice... Clarke." A familiar shallow voice breathes out and coughs unevenly in the room across the hall.
"Lexa!" Clarke shouts before even turning to see the pale faced commander sitting in a puddle of... Oil? Clarke crawls frantically over to Lexa slipping a little bit in her own vomit. "Lexa!" She cries as she grabs the commander and pulls her in to a tight embrace as she inhales quickly and winces. Clarke pulled away from Lexa instantly searching her body for the culprit that is causing her Lexa pain and instantly feels sick again. "Did I just refer to her as my Lexa?" Clarke thought at the same time shaking the insane thoguth from her head. She was moving too fast, she thought. Back to the problem at hand. The black oil she noticed on the floor earlier wasn't oil at all. It was Lexa's blood. She reached down to Lexa's hand that was placed on her left side and lifted it up quickly replacing it as well as firmly pressing her hand on top of Lexa's and the flesh wound that was still oozing with blood when she saw the bullet hole underneath. Closing her eyes and saying a silent prayer, Clarke leaned Lexa forward, who groaned loudly, and cut away at the clothing caked with sticky black blood that clung to the brunette's back.
"Damnit! The bullet is still inside!" Clarke exclaimed quietly, her hand feeling Lexa's back.
"Don't... Be... Afraid..." Lexa wheezed out as she stared up into the blonde girls face. Memorizing every detail. The dent in her chin. Her plump pink lips. Those long dark eyelashes that nearly reach her perfectly curved eyebrows. And those eyes. Sky blue eyes for her blonde-haired Love from the Sky itself.
Lexa's, now colorless, lips turned up in a small smile as she stared at Clarke. "My...fight...is over." She said confidently and the teary eyed girl that cradled her, now very vulnerable body.
"No, you don't get to say goodbye to me. You are going to be fine you hear me Lexa! Bellamy!" Clarke shouted as she held the very pale commander in her arms. Lexa's breathing was shallow and by the amount of blood on the floor, Clarke knew there was little time left to save her.
"Not... Goodbye..." Lexa mumbled as she closed her eyes.
" Stay awake Lexa! I need you. Do you hear me? I want you. Just you!" Clarke broke into a sob as she pressed her lips to Lexa's gently but passionately. In that very life threatening moment, Clarke felt her heart burst. It was as if she had been shocked with an electric current and her heart started dancing because of it. Although Lexa's lips were cold she still felt the warmth they held as she kissed her back. She glanced at Lexa who had opened her eyes slightly staring back at Clarke intensely.
Someone cleared their throat loudly as Clarke looked up to see Bellamy in the doorway looking uncertain about whether or not he should enter. Clarke felt heat come to her cheeks not knowing what Bellamy had heard or seen but she pushed those concerns far from her mind. Knowing that whatever he thought was far less important than Lexa's life which was currently hanging between the dead and the living.
"Do you know where their medical station is in this place?" Clarke asked quickly.
"Yeah I..." Bellamy stammered but was cut off by a frantic Clarke.
"I need a scalpel, needle, bandages, rubbing alcohol..." Clarke was rambling off a list a hundred miles an hour and what seemed to be hundred miles long.
"Ok, ok!" Bellamy said frustrated at the pressure of the situation and the fact that he had just heard and seen Clarke profess her love to a grounder instead of him. He had always had feelings for Clarke since they landed here but didn't know if she shared his feelings. Now he knew. And it hurt.
Clarke watched as Bellamy looked painfully between the two girls as he sighed and sprinted away. She looked back to Lexa who's eyes had gone glassy and was staring up at her in what she could only describe as, awe.
"Ai... Hodnes." Lexa whispered feeling like each syllable weighed 100 pounds as she was finding it harder and harder to breath. Still, she smiled inwardly at the confused look on Clarke's face hoping that one day she would have the chance to tell her exactly what that meant and how much Clarke means to her.
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