Right after Lexa and Clarke trap themselves in the large cage at the zoo in 2x10 "Survival of the fittest"
A gorilla. A fucking mutant gorilla. Earth never ceases to surprise...Lexa never ceases to surprise, thought Clarke.
The two girls were out of breath. That beast was ruthless and relentless. Clarke's gun really just pissed it off more. It doesn't matter. She was out of bullets anyways. The blonde used her last bullets to save the commander.
Lexa groans in pain, her whole body hurt. The cool column felt good against her back. She closes her eyes trying to catch her breath. "You should have left me behind." Clarke rolls her eyes, "Don't be ridiculous, I'm not going to leave you behind." Lexa's eyes snap open locking onto Clarke's back as Clarke shakes the bars in a pathetic attempt to find a way out. To be a leader, you must be able to make the difficult decisions. The tough calls. To be a strong leader, you have to be able to sacrifice a life or take a life when necessary. Clarke has so much potential. She is strong but she is ruled by her emotions. She cares too much for the people around her.
Her weakness will get her killed.
"that's weakness Clarke."
"I thought love was weakness."
"Mockery comes from a weak part of the mind."
Clarke turns around and faces Lexa. The two girls locked eyes. Lexa's stare was unwavering. Eyes cold and calculating. Clarke sighs and walks over to the commander. Kneels down to eye level, not wanting to seem defensive or threatening or weak. Clarke chooses her words carefully.
"I need you."
Lexa's heart rate increases ever so slightly. Her eyebrow arches ever so slightly. Clarke notices the slight movement of her eyebrow. The blonde couldn't help but want that movement to mean something good. The commander didn't always criticize Clarke with words though.
Its impossible to tell what she is thinking. Crap. I'm sure I sounded weak as shit.
Clarke continues, "like it or not we need each other. This alliance is the only way to get our people back. God forbid one of the others become commander...then peace will never be achieved."
Lexa leans forward, their faces only a foot apart. The blonde does not back up. "don't worry Clarke my spirit will find a worthy successor."
Clarke takes a second to respond, choosing her words carefully. She looks off to the side to briefly break the eye contact. To breathe. She has never been this close to the commander before. Clarke can feel her body tensing, the space in between them almost electrifying.
Why am I so nervous...
Lexa's hand gently guides Clarke's face back to her. Her eyes locking into the blonde's peaceful blue eyes. "I'm not afraid to die. My spirit will live on."
Clarke's hand gently takes Lexa's hand from her face and holds it between them. Clarke can feel blood rushing to her face. Particularly to the spot where Lexa touched. She couldn't ignore the feeling in her stomach. It wasn't nausea. She knows what nausea is. For god's sake, she is her people's healer. The drop from the Ark to earth, now that was nausea. This feeling. This present feeling in her stomach. That, that is butterflies. She has felt it a couple of times before. Clarke loves that feeling. She loves how it heightens...well everything. Unlike how fear heightens her senses, this has a very warm feeling attached to it. With all the shit Clarke has had to deal with...to do...She can't help but gravitate to it but she would have to tread lightly and very carefully. The source of this warmth was the leader of the grounders. A strong calculating leader who has made a point to turn off her emotions to be a strong leader. A slender, strong, beautiful girl...a girl...but even with her cold hard eyes and mannerism, Clarke can feel the warmth in her soul. She can't help but want to move towards it.
I need to show strength.
"if you don't mind..." Lexa's face instinctively hardens in preparation for Clarke's words. "...I would rather your spirit stay here, in this body, with me cus we are not dying today. We will get out of here. Alive. We will make this alliance work. We will save our people."
Lexa's lips curve ever so slightly. A tiny smile she could not control.
"Do you have a plan or is this another one of your prayers? "
"I'll think of something."
Clarke smirks, looks down, and realizes she is still holding Lexa's hand. Her mind went blank.