A/N- I had FAR too much fun writing this story. Hopefully you'll have as much fun with this final installment, thank you for reading/reviewing.
Clarke was pacing up and down the tent relentlessly. She had tried to go back out, but Indra hadn't let her, apparently before the war Lexa had given the woman express orders to keep Clarke from going out on any sort of rescue mission.
Everything had been going fine, until it wasn't. Their people were winning, around her, Clarke saw their warriors taking out members of the Ice Nation, until a second wave of Ice Nation soldiers arrived, and all Clarke saw was Lexa throwing herself in front of a young soldier. The boy had been fighting one of the Ice Nation and was seconds away from being run through from behind when Lexa put her own body in the way.
The Ice Nation warrior's sword caught her in the side before she swiftly ended his life. Last Clarke saw, Lexa was stumbling off towards the woods. She had been hit.
She tried to go after her, but she had been swept up in the battle. When the rubble cleared, the Ice Nation was defeated, and Lexa was nowhere to be seen. Indra had dragged Clarke away before she could try to find her wife.
She didn't know how long she had been pacing, but it felt like hours before the tent flap opened, and a bloodied and bruised Lexa had appeared. She looked absolutely exhausted, and Clarke couldn't help but run to her, and throw her arms around the taller woman's waist.
"Oh, thank god." She had muttered into Lexa's chest, burying herself in the Commander's blood stained armour.
"Clarke." The brunette's voice was hoarse like it always was after a battle, and just hearing it brought tears to Clarke's eyes.
She finally released her wife and looked at her critically, she could see most of the blood wasn't Lexa's except for one large dark patch on her abdomen where she must have been hit when she saved the young boy.
"Let's get you out of your armor." Clarke said decisively, she began undoing the straps and clasps she had learned over years of undressing the Commander. When they first got together, she would fumble over the undoings, and Lexa would just smile placatingly at her.
"I knew you just wanted to get me naked." Lexa joked, relenting to the blonde's insistent hands, but only because she knew Clarke would not stop until she saw to her wounds.
"Oh shut it." Clarke admonished, pulling Lexa's shirt up over her head. She narrowed her eyes as she stared at the gash on her wife's side. It wasn't too deep, but she would like to throw some stitches into it.
"I cannot believe you were so irresponsible today." She said, shaking her head while she went to grab a bowl of water and a rag.
She knelt down in front of Lexa, carefully wetting the rag and cleaning the wound, "I did what I had to do."
"We both know that isn't true." Clarke said softly, "You took an unnecessary risk. You put your life on the line for that kid."
"He is Octavia's second, he is indispensible."
"You are indispensible." Clarke said with a hard edge in her voice.
"We've talked about this Clarke, when it is my time to go, the Heda's soul will-"
"Don't talk like that." Clarke interrupted her.
She stood up to grab the instruments she would need for the stitches.
Lexa didn't say anything for a long while, she just watched Clarke carefully thread a needle and grabbed a stool for Lexa to sit down on. The brunette eyed the stool until Clarke gave her a look and she gave in.
"Don't talk like what?" Lexa asked softly when Clarke was standing between her legs.
"Like you're invincible."
Clarke studied her wife's face, Lexa's warpaint had mixed with her sweat during the fighting and run down her cheeks. It reminded her of that morning when she had painstakingly applied it. She did it before every battle for the past four years since they had been together, it was their time together.
Lexa would sit on her throne, and Clarke would sit on Lexa, straddling her hips. She would catch her lip between her teeth and focus intently on the paintbrush between her fingers, using precise strokes to draw on Lexa's signature intimidating mask.
Normally, this running and splotching of the paint was endearing, now it just made Clarke's heart hurt as she was reminded of the time she spent pacing the tent, wondering if she would ever be able to apply that paint to her wife's face again.
"To my people I am invincible, Clarke. I am their leader, I cannot have weakness."
"To me you're a fucking raccoon!" Clarke yelled, pacing away from Lexa.
"What is a raccoon?"
"It's a little animal- you know what? That's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"The point is that you are just skin and bone!" Clarke turned, not caring that she was shouting and anyone near their tent could clearly hear the argument, "You go about like you're untouchable, but you almost left me today. You can't do that Lexa."
The brunette stood and walked over to where Clarke was hugging herself, she drew Clarke into her arms and rested her head on top of the blonde's, "I'm not going anywhere." She pressed a kiss to the crown of Clarke's head, "I promise."
They stood like that for a long while, both just taking comfort in having the other so close. Clarke only pulled back when she heard Lexa suck in a pained breath, she still hadn't stitched her up.
Lexa cupped Clarke's face, using her thumbs to wipe away tears Clarke didn't even realize she had shed.
"You're bleeding." Lexa said, zeroing in on a red trickle down her wife's forearm.
"It's just a scratch."
"Now who's acting invincible?"
Clarke rolled her eyes, "Sit down on the stool, Commander Raccoon."
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Clarke emerged from her medical facility sweaty and tired, she had been working most of the morning stitching up some warriors who had just returned from a hunting trip where they had been attacked by a pauna.
They would all be fine, just with a few more scars decorating their arms. Mostly, she just wanted to get back to her relaxing Sunday. She had been enjoying a lazy day with her family before she was interrupted.
Raven was passing by, and Clarke stopped her, "Have you seen Lexa?"
The brunette smiled, "You mean you haven't seen her?"
"What are you getting at, Reyes?"
"Oh, this is going to be good." Raven laughed, "She's down in the training arena. Let me walk with you."
Clarke looked at the brunette critically, but went with her anyway, not bothering to make small talk. Though she had been living with Lexa in Polis for nearly six years now, the splendor of the Grounder capital city never failed to amaze her. When they made it to the arena, there was a large group crowded in a circle, all watching some spectacle in the middle.
Clarke pushed her way through to the front of the crowd, when she finally was able to see what drew so much attention, she was furious.
"What are you doing?" She all but yelled.
Lexa whipped around at the familiar voice, trying to hide evidence of her activities by shoving the wooden training sword in her hand into the scabbard on her hip. But her real sword was already in there so she just succeeded in stabbing herself in the hand with the wooden sword and embedding a couple of splinters before dropping the sword, "Nothing."
Clarke narrowed her eyes at her wife, "Lexa." She warned, rushing forwards and dropping to her knees in front to the other warrior in the arena.
The brunette knew it was about to be a serious fight, Clarke never called her 'Lexa' in front of her warriors unless something was seriously wrong, "It was harmless, prisa."
"She's three!" Clarke yelled, her hands on the shoulders of the small girl holding a wooden sword to match Lexa's, but shorter.
"I started training when I was two."
"You're the Commander!"
"Exactly! So there's nothing to worry about."
"Where's Wells?" Clarke asked, once she was confident that the young girl was injury free.
Lexa awkwardly scratched the back of her neck before turning around so that Clarke could see their seven month old son strapped to her back in a child carrier that was typical of the Grounder parents. Clarke rolled her eyes, stepping forward to take Wells out of the carrier and cradle him gently.
Throughout the entire ordeal, the boy had hardly stirred. Clarke rocked him a couple of times, checking him over for scratches before rounding back on her wife, "Take the armor off our daughter."
Lexa growled intelligibly, muttering under her breath even as she did what Clarke had told her to do. She kneeled in front of their little girl, unhooking the chestplate she had put on Anya. The armor was too big even though it was made for a child. Anya, having always been slight for her age just like her namesake, was practically swimming in the protective gear.
Clarke watched skeptically, bouncing Wells in her arms, while Lexa finished with the armor, "You did very good today, yongon." She told Anya with a little smile that Clarke scowled at.
Clarke stalked off from the training arena with Wells still in her grasp, and Lexa trailed behind with her head hung low and a bouncing Anya at her side. The little girl was still energized from the bout with her mother, she didn't notice the tension between her parents and ran to catch up with Clarke.
"Did you see my footwork Mommy?"
"Yes I did, sweetie."
"Ma says I'm getting quicker."
"Quicker, huh. How many times have you practiced with Ma?" Clarke asked, raising her eyebrows at her wife who was still a few paces behind them.
"I dunno, a lot." Anya shrugged. They arrived outside of their home and Clarke stopped.
"Anya, do you want to go play with Indra?"
The girl perked up instantly. No matter how much Indra tried to deny it, she loved spending time with the little girl, "Yeah!"
"Go on."
Anya ran off in the direction of Indra's usual haunt while Clarke stepped into the house. She put Wells down in his crib for a nap before rounding on Lexa. The brunette was standing just inside the doorway with her lip caught between her teeth nervously, she knew Clarke was mad. But the blonde refused to say anything first.
Finally Lexa cracked, "I know you're concerned for our kids, but you know I would never let anything happen to them. I was just teaching Anya a few things, she will be a fine warrior one day." Clarke's eyes hardened, and Lexa backtracked, "Or a healer, or a baker, or whatever else it is that she wants to do, but it's good for her to at least have these skills."
Clarke knew Lexa was right, but she didn't want to admit it quite yet so she just remained silent to see where Lexa would go with this.
"Besides, you've already been teaching her some healing and that's plenty dangerous too. Like sometimes you stab yourself with the little stab-y thing-"
"A needle?"
"Yes, a needle!" Lexa finished with a triumphant smile.
Clarke took a moment to make sense of her wife's rambling, "So you teaching our four year old daughter sword fighting is not that bad because sometimes, when I'm stitching up warriors- with massive gashes from swords- I stab myself with a three inch needle?"
"Exactly." Lexa seemed quite proud of her reasoning, and Clarke could only roll her eyes. Grounder logic.
A/N- We're just going to pretend that Clarke and Lexa having two kids together doesn't raise a whole slew of questions as to how the kids came about, and answer all of those questions with a simple- BECAUSE PLOT.