Chapter 2:

Over the next few days, Clarke got over her sadness and realized that it needed to be done. She and Lexa had been working on battle plans almost 24/7, but haven't had much to go off of because Bellamy still hasn't come in through the radio. Clarke and Lexa were in TonDC around the war table at a meeting with a few other grounders.

"Clarke, waiting for Bellamy to radio in and shut off the acid fog is a prayer, not a plan." Lexa said sternly through her warpaint.

"He will do it. I know he will." Clarke barked at Lexa.

"How can you be so sure?" Lexa set the map of the mountain on the table and looked at Clarke.

"Because I have faith in him. And if he didn't, it would mean I sent him in there for nothing." Clarke said, almost tearing up. Lexa didn't know what to say to that, so she just nodded. When the meeting ended, Clarke headed back over to Camp Jaha where Raven was working on the radios.

"Has Bellamy answered anything?" Clarke asked with hope and worry.

" No, not yet." Raven said, not looking up from the radio. The two girls waited a few hours and then something sounded on the radio.

"Clarke?" The voice was heard to hear because of the static. Clarke rushed over to the radio.

"Bellamy! Bell, can you hear me?" She yelled into the radio.

"Loud and clear princess." He replied. Clarke let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Have you figured out how to shut off the acid fog?"

"Not yet, but I am working on it. Don't worry, I will do it."

"I know you will." A grounder came into the room.

"Heda would like to speak with you." He said. Clarke nodded.

"Bell, I have to go. Be safe." Clarke said.

"I always am." Bellamy said and Clarke walked out with the grounder. For some unknown reason, Clarke was glad that her conversation with Bellamy ended so quickly. She is unbelievably happy that he is safe, but doesn't want to talk to him. Talking to him makes his absence hurt more and she doesn't want to deal with that, she has a war to win. Ever since Clarke met Lexa, she hasn't wanted to be around Bellamy a lot. She only kissed him a few times here and there, nothing like she used too. That thought scared her, was she falling out of love with Bellamy? Was she falling in love with someone else? Was it with Lexa? All these thoughts flooded her brain until her horse stopped in front of the grounder village. The grounder from before led Clarke to Lexa's tent, where Lexa was sitting on her throne, war paint and all.

"You asked for me." Clarke said.

"Leave us." Lexa said to the other grounders. They nodded and left. The feeling Clarke got when Lexa told the other grounders to leave was unexplainable. It was like her heart stopped for a moment with fear, but so much excitement filled her stomach. Lexa turned her head to Clarke and gave her an intense look as she pierced her lips.

"Have you heard from Bellamy?" Lexa asked.

"Yea. He is safely in Mount Whether." Clare answered.

"Good." They were silent for a moment.

"Is that all?" Clarke asked. Lexa looked at Clarke and couldn't remember why she asked her here in the first place.

"Yes." Lexa simply responded. Clarke nodded and turned to leave. Lexa stopped her with more words. "Come back here tonight so we can continue planning our attack." Clarke nodded and walked out.

That night Clarke returned to Lexa's tent. They were surrounding Lexa's table that had maps and lit candles for light. Lexa excused herself to lie down for a moment.

"It is late Clarke, you should rest." Lexa said with closed eyes from her bed. Clarke didn't reply to that statement.

"What if sending Bellamy in there was a dumb idea? What if it is too dangerous and I sent him there to die?" Clarke was worried. Lexa opened her eyes.

"You must really love him." Lexa said and it hurt her to say that, but she was going to hurt even more from Clarkes answer.

"I do. I love him a lot." Clarke said and Lexa's heart sunk, but she held it together and continued the conversation.

"Bellamy will shut off the acid fog and then we will be able to fight this war. Just give it some time." Lexa said, now sitting on her bed.

"What if he doesn't?" Clarke turned to Lexa for an answer.

"Clarke, you need to stop thinking about the 'what if's'. You need to focus on what is happening now instead of what could happen in the future." Lexa said, getting up. Lexa always gave Clarke the advice that she needed. Lexa was always there for her when she needed her to be. Lexa really understood Clarke, and Clarke realized that now. They need each other because not only does Lexa understand her, she understands Lexa. This is something Bellamy and her never had and never will have. Her and Bellamy are two completely different people and her and Lexa are the same. Thinking about this made Clarke's stomach turn. She doesn't know what she is feeling and is starting to question everything.

"Clarke?" Lexa broke her from her thoughts.

"What?" Clarke said confused. Lexa now stood next to her, and they looked at each other.

"I said that us not having anything to go off of is giving you too much time to think. The time is pooling your thoughts with 'what if' questions. Something that happened to me when I first took command." Lexa said, staring into Clarke's eyes.

"How did you stop thinking about all of it." Clarke asked.

"I found a distraction." Lexa said, Clarke understanding what she meant before Lexa had to say anymore. Clarke caught Lexa's gaze move down to her lips and then back up to Clarke's eyes. That action made Clarke's stomach fill up with butterflies and her head rush with blood. Clarke did the same to Lexa, before looking away. Why does Lexa make her feel this way? It is a feeling that Bellamy was never able to give her and she liked it. At this moment Clarke realized that she has fallen in love with Lexa. That wouldn't be a bad thing, if she wasn't also still in love with Bellamy. Clarke knew that her love for Bellamy was real and wasn't something fake, but she wasn't sure how real it was.

"I should go." Clarke said. Lexa nodded and watched Clarke walk out of her tent. Lexa wished she knew what Clarke was thinking. Clarke did more thinking than war planning. When Clarke mimicked Lexa's action by moving her eyes down to her lips and back up, it sent a wave of heat through Lexa's body. She was beginning to wonder if Clarke felt the same way she did. Lexa wanted to show to Clarke how she felt, but she could never let her walls fall down that much. Lexa let herself slip with that look and she was surprised to see that Clarke had done the same.