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Forward: Howdy! Honestly, I didn't think I'd get this up this quickly! This whole writing fanfiction thing is pretty fun! Got home, turned on the computer, and started up my free Word lookalike, and got to typing. Even if it sucks at first, it's giving me something to do that I enjoy, and is also something I wanted to improve upon anyways. If any of y'all reading this decide to give it a favorite or follow, that'll just be an added bonus! Or maybe not, because it means I'd have an audience that expects good things to come from me. Anyways, all criticism is welcome, and I hope you enjoy! I have a basic plot for this little series that has me looking forward to writing it. Decided to change the name to something that was, well better. After all, if there's anything I've learned in my seventeen years of life, it's that love is strength!
Chapter 1
Lexa looked at Clarke with a content look on her face, relishing in what went down between the two of them just minutes before. She and Clarke had finally admitted just how much they admired each other. More with actions than words. All this was supposed to be was a goodbye. It turned into the two young leaders sleeping with each other. "I should go," Clarke claimed. "You're right. Let's both get dressed. You need to get back to Arkadia with Octavia before the blockade goes into effect. Clarke nodded in agreement. The two got dressed in silence.
Once the two finished dressing, they stood there in comfortable silence. 'If only if it could stay this way forever,'Clarke thought, before opening her mouth to speak. "May we meet again, Commander." Lexa gave Clarke the most sincere smile she could. "May we meet again, Wanheda." With those words, the pair kissed each other goodbye, and Clarke turned towards the door. When Clarke walked out of the room, the first thing she noticed was Murphy. He was beat up and bloody, tied to a chair, and gagged. She ran over to him. "Murphy?" she said as she went to untie him. "He's alive," a voice told her. She turned to the source of it and saw who it was – Titus. "What did you do to him?" "He was caught stealing from people on their way to the Polis border." When Clarke starts to take his gag off, Titus steps forward. "Please don't do that," more of a demand than a request. He pulls out a gun. 'Shit', Clarke thinks to herself, 'how did he get his hands on a gun?' "Titus, what is this about?" "I'm sorry it had to come to this, Clarke," he starts. "I'm on my way out right now," she tells him, willing to do almost anything to get her and her friend out of this unharmed. "Octavia is waiting for me. Just let me take Murphy with me." "I wish I could" Titus tells her, raising the gun. "But Lexa will never execute her duty." "Titus, think about this, she's gonna know it was you!" Clarke is starting to get desperate, starting to think that maybe Titus is crazy enough to actually shoot her. "She'll think it was him. Skaikru weapon, hands of Skaikru thief. She may even get angry enough to start a war!" Bang! Bang! The first two shots miss, but only narrowly. Clarke throws a chair at Titus, who gets knocked over from the initial shock. He gets back up, determined to finish what he had started. He took careful aim, and let out a breath. Bang! Bang! The next two shots rang out. This time, Clarke wasn't so lucky. She looked down and saw to red dots in her abdomen. She's able to keep conscious long enough to see Lexa, running from her room to see what all the noise was about, before collapsing on the floor.
Lexa couldn't believe it. She ran over to Clarke, who had been shot twice in the abdomen. She turned her head frantically, trying to find who was responsible. Her eyes settled on Titus, holding the gun. Titus, the one who had, for all intents and purposes, raised her as if she was his own child. One of the only people she felt she could trust. "Why would you do this?" she demanded of Titus. "What would anyone gain by killing Clarke?" Titus, shaking in terror from head to toe, looked down at the floor in shame. "I… I thought that by killing her, it would remove you of any weakness you had…." Lexa glared at him with all the hate in the world, making Titus cower in fear even more. "If you weren't the Flame keeper, you would be dead a thousand times over by now" she snarled. "Now get me some medical supplies. She's not going to die, today, tomorrow, not ever!" Titus refused to move. He simply put the gun down, and started walking away. "Now I see that you're distressed. But your feelings for that girls were clouding your judgment. The Skaikru is dangerous. Their leader is unkind. But you seem to think they're all good, because of your precious Clarke." He spat Clarke's name out like it was sour milk. Lexa narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine. I'll carry her to help myself. After Clarke is in a stable condition, I'll get to looking for someone to replace you. Then, you shall answer for what you have done." With that, she picked Clarke up, and left with not destination in mind, her only destination being wherever she could find any healer that was willing to help.
Lexa had been walking for hours. She had patched up the wound as best she could to slow the bleeding, but it wouldn't be enough. She had run in to so many of her people, all of whom didn't want anything to do with one of the Arkadians. Out of options, ideas, and almost out of time, Lexa came to a conclusion, even if it was one she hoped she'd never be desperate enough to reach – Clarke's mother, Abby Griffin. If anyone could save Clarke, it was her. With that in mind, she turned towards the Ark, and began to walk. Knowing she'd need to stop for a while, Lexa set to finding a certain medicinal herb she knew grew in this territory. To the Arkadians, it may have been known as Yarrow, or milfoil. To the Trikru, it wasn't known by a name. They just used it to heal wounds, which was why Lexa was looking for it. It took her another few hours – time she could have spent bringing Clarke to Arkadia – to find the plant. She mashed it up into a paste and applied it to the wounds in Clarke's abdomen. Clarke was feverish, and Lexa knew she didn't have a lot of time. However, the Yarrow plant would help keep Clarke alive just a little longer. Hopefully, long enough for Lexa to reach Arkadia. Tired, but determined, Lexa came to the decision that it was not worth the risk of sleeping the night. She decided to trudge along.
It took her eight hours with the added weight, but she finally reached the blockade. When they noticed her, they raised their weapons in anticipation of hostility. Upon realizing who it was, they immediately sent their generals over to see what was the matter. "Why do you arrive here at such a time?" Asked Indra. "It's Clarke. She and I were… er, we were going over some of the finer details of our treaty. When she was ready to depart, Titus shot her." Indra gasped, and then came to the realization of who exactly was in Lexa's arms. "Is she…?" "No, not yet. But she will be if I can't get her to her mother." Indra took Clarke from a grateful Lexa's arms, and they both walked towards the gates of Arkadia.
"You called for me?" Abby Griffin was nose deep in some dispute between two of her people when one of the guards came and told her Markus needed her at the gate. "Yes. It seems we have three very special guests." Abby wondered who in God's name would want to visit her at this hour. She thought for a minute. "Is it Clarke?" Markus nodded, although he had a look on his face that worried the chancellor of the Skaikru. "She's alright isn't she?" She looked to Markus' face for any form of reassurance. She found none. "I'm sorry Abigail, but it doesn't appear so. Follow me to the med bay."
The walk to the med bay was dead silent, save for the sound of boots softly hitting the ground. When they got there, Abby felt herself become nauseous. Her knees felt weak and her mouth instantly went dry. Next to her was the Commander of the Grounders, Lexa. But Abby didn't want to take the time to figure out what happened. All she knew was that she needed her scrubs, some anesthetic. Those silly disputes would have to wait. There was a life that needed saving.