Actually VERY surprised at the interest in this! I do admit, it's a rather complex plot theory, but every time I think of it, I keep getting little snippets of rewritten scenes in my head. Which is why this update is so quick. I am just so ready to put all my ideas out in this story. "Pen to paper" if you will.

Anyway, ignore me. Read the story.

"I thought you were dead."

Lexa pulled back confused. Dead? Why would she be dead? Then again, she was sent on practically a suicide mission to what the Arkers believed to be a ball of desolation and radioactivity. But then again, Clarke was so young when she was sent away. Did she even know what had happened?

Lexa gazed upon her old friend's face and saw nothing but shock and utter disbelief, with a hint of awe and amazement.

"I- how? How are you here?" Clarke asked. "How are you a commander?!" Lexa chuckled slightly at her friend's amazement.

"That, my dear Clarke, is a long story." She smiled, but then registered the sound of sparring outside, soldiers bustling about. Commander. Oh, right. "But one, I'm afraid will have to wait." Lexa sighed wistfully and set in place her 'stoic ruler' face. A face she did not expect to use for someone who had once been her best friend. Although, she did not anticipate seeing this person again, either. "Do you have an answer for me Clarke?"

"I have an offer for you... Commander." The word felt out of place when addressing her friend, but she knew what this was still all about. "The Mountain. They have hundreds upon hundreds of grounder warriors locked in cages, drained for their blood, used as medicine for their people."

"And how did you come to know this?" Through the facade, Clarke saw a glint of worry in those familiar green eyes.

"I escaped the Mountain. Our-" Clarke thought of her word choice "my-" damn it, just forget the possessives "there are arkers being held prisoner there as well. I escaped with Anya."

Lexa let her mask drop as the worry became more clear. "Anya was among those held prisoner?"

Clarke nods. "But we helped each other escape. Fought our way out together."

"And where is she now?" Lexa leans slightly forward and Clarke can tell she's anxious, can tell she cares - cared for Anya. Great, that makes what I have to say ALL the easier.

"Gone." She can tell Lexa tries her hardest to not look crest fallen. "She died well, by my side, trying to get a message to you."

Lexa looks up curiously. "What message?"

"The only way to save both our people is if we join together." Lexa turns from her and paces, a nervous habit Clarke remembers well.

"I'm still not hearing an offer, Clarke." Lexa sighs into the dusty air of the tent.

"The Mountain, they're turning your warriors into Reapers." Clarke waits for Lexa to turn and meet her gaze. "I can turn them back."

Lexa shakes her head. "I appreciate the attempt Clarke, but you can't. No one has ever been able to." She sees the defiant spark in Clarke's eyes. She never did like being told what she could and couldn't do.

"I've done it! With one of your other warriors, Lincoln." Lexa thought briefly of the aforementioned man. It wasn't hard to remember him. The man was the most peaceful warrior she'd ever met. "Lex, I know it sounds hard to believe," Lexa felt the corner of her lips tug at the long forgotten nickname "but you know what kind of technology we have, what kind of medicines." It was true, she knew the Ark was far more advanced in those aspects than any of her clans. "I also personally had my mother work on him and I know she-"

"Oh, pardon me if I am not so quick to put faith in your mother's medical expertise!" The words come out with a venomous bite and Clarke almost feels the need to recoil. Where the hell did that come from?

Lexa breathes deeply and reels in her anger as she spins to face Clarke once again. "I believe you." Clarke smiles wide and begins to speak, before being cut off once again. "But I am the Comnander, Clarke. Leader of the twelve clans, and protector of my people." She sighs. "Therefore, I cannot make this decision solely on my beleifs. I must have proof."

Clarke slowly picks up on her train of thought. "You want to see Lincoln." There's a lilt to her voice that Lexa can't quite decipher, but she hopes it is just her imagination.

She nods. "You must take me to him." Clarke nods and begins to back out of the tent. "I will gather my guard and we will go to him. And Clarke?" Clarke turns around, right before she can cross the threshold of the tent "I hope, for all our sakes that your mother made the right choices this time."

Alright! Little more stuffs! Not really any new, significant information, but some groundwork for the upcoming chapters. Also wanna see if you guys are still with me! Hope so! I can just feel this story coming together in my head and I would love you all to be able to read it.

Thank you always for reading