Clarke barely made it outside when she felt a firm grip on her arm jerking her body around to face a very outraged commander. "You will not be traveling alone." She said it with so much finality anyone but Clarke wouldn't have dared to argue.
"Careful Commander, your mask is slipping." Clarke was certainly the only person willing to mock her.
"Come back inside, Clarke." She said through gritted teeth, really not wanting to make a scene in the capitol. Although, they had already attracted the attention of several people including Octavia and Lincoln.
"I really must be going on my way Commander, thank you for everything. My people will be so appreciative." She gave her a curt nod and went to walk away from her again.
Appearances be damned, Lexa grabbed her arm and practically drug the girl back into the building. Octavia made to follow them but Lincoln held her still giving her a firm shake of his head. Lexa drug her down the hallway and practically hurled her into the bedroom slamming the door behind her.
"What the hell are you doing Commander?" Clarke was pissed, beyond it.
"Oh for the love of the gods will you stop calling me that Clarke?!" Her composure was cracking fast, what was wrong with Clarke? There was no way she would make it on her own. Not to mention Lexa didn't even know how far she was going or where. If grounders didn't kill her then the wild animals would.
" And what would you have me call you Commander? Lexa? I don't know Lexa. I know the Commander. She's the only one I've ever known." She tried her hardest to keep any pain out of her voice. She felt the emptiness in her chest ache, it wasn't so empty anymore. It was being filled with all of the pain and insecurity that Lexa had brought into her life. She had done so good to get rid of it, yet here it was again.
"Don't you dare. You are one of the only people who know Lexa. Although if she had any sense in her head she would have stayed hidden far below the surface." Lexa was equally angry by now. The combination of the two ticking time bombs was bound to explode.
Lexa should have seen it coming, any other time she would have. She was just so flustered and mad that the slap landed right where it was aimed and she stood in shock for a moment.
"No! You don't get to say that. Lexa was all a lie to me. I never knew her at all. The commander walked away from my people, Lexa walked away from me." She could feel hot tears falling out of her eyes now.
Lexa saw the second one coming. She was quick enough to grab her hand mid swing. Clarke swung with the other and Lexa did the same, turning her around and pinning her to the door with her hands above her.
"Let me go Commander!" Clarke struggled as hard as she could, getting nowhere. Clarke could see the war between heart and head waging behind the commander's eyes. After a few minutes is Clarke struggling and Lexa being close enough to feel her breath on her face her heart won.
The kiss took Clarke's breath away, everything inside her telling her to kiss back like she would never kiss again. And for a moment she did, she returned every ounce of passion she was receiving from the commander's hungry lips. She felt Lexa's tongue run from one side of her bottom lip to the other and finally came back to her senses. She made use of her hands that had been freed when Lexa moved her hands to cup her cheeks. She shoved with every bit of strength she had left, opened the door and ran. She ran as fast as she could, not even stopping when she heard Octavia calling out her name. She thanked whatever deity was looking down upon her that the gates happened to be open so she could run out without having to ask permission.
Several guards took off after her. "Hod op!" Lexa stopped running after the girl when she reached the gate. They looked at her in confusion, the girl was getting away. "Which of you is our best tracker?" She nodded when a man stepped forward. "Let her get a little ways ahead of you, then follow her. Keep her safe, and don't be seen. She will try to evade you and it will be more trouble than you want to deal with. When you find where she settles check her surroundings and once you think she's safe come tell me where she is." The man nodded and went to get his horse and a pack ready. Any questions he had about why the commander cared he kept to himself. Lexa saw the running figure disappear into the trees a ways away from camp. She might as well leave it in the hands of the tracker, she had things to do after all. She just hoped she could keep her mind on her tasks.
Clarke had been travelling for 2 days now, she was out of water and food. She really should have planned better before running out of Polis the way she did. For the last half hour or so she had gotten the feeling that she wasn't alone. She tried not to make it obvious that she was nervous, kept her eyes forward and kept moving. After a while the noises went from behind her to above her, now she was really freaking out. The leaves above her were too thick for her to see anything but she was almost positive that someone was moving around up there. Her suspicions were confirmed when a water skin fell down on the path in front of her scaring her half to death. She would like to think she knows Lexa pretty well so her first theory is that she had someone follow her. It wouldn't surprise her at all. Her anger is momentarily forgotten however when she realizes how thirsty she is.
Right before she lets the water touch her lips she freezes. Should she really trust water from some stranger stalking her from the trees? What if Lexa didn't send anyone after her and its someone trying to make killing her easier by just poisoning her. She takes a deep whiff of the water and doesn't smell anything unusual.
"If I gave you poisoned water the Commander would have my head, shall I come down and take the first drink?" The other half of her died as the voice came from the branches above her. She jerked around when she heard a set of feet hit the ground behind her. She recognized him as one of the men she walked past when entering the capitol. So he was sent by Lexa. "I was told not to be seen, but you are going to dehydrate and starve and I don't feel like dying because of your inability to take care of yourself. If you run, I'll catch you. Don't give me any trouble. I'm not in the mood."
"Why does she have you following me? And what exactly is going to happen when I get where I'm going? You know I could just walk around in circles until eventually you decide to just let me starve. I don't want her knowing where I'm going." Clarke was sure she resembled a petulant child the way she was standing with her arms crossed over her chest and a defiant look on her face.
He let out a loud whistle that she was sure was heard for at least a mile, then she heard hooves hitting the forest floor coming towards them. A large brown horse came to a stop next to the man. "Get on the horse. You'll show me how to get to your home or you'll be accompanying me back to Polis, and you might not be conscious when we get there." He was clearly not going to let Clarke get away with any nonsense.
She was too angry to even reply. She stomped over to the horse, again probably looking extremely childish, and tried getting on it. She let out a yelp when she felt hands on her waste and was suddenly lifted effortlessly onto the horses back. This was definitely not how she had planned for things to go. Needless to say she was pretty livid. She actually wants the commander to come to her little bunker by this point. Maybe she'll be able to get in another face shot.