Title: Scalar Product of Del Operator and a Given Vector (or Divergence Themed Clexa Week)

Day 2, Tuesday – Lexa Never Left

Summary: Grounders and Arkers alike were together as one people with a common goal to get their people back from the Mountain Men.

Author's Note: Self explanatory, Lexa never left Clarke at the mountain


"Stay with Clarke," Lexa pushed against Lincoln, commanding him to stay with the Sky Princess.

She turned to her warriors with a nod, "Gyon au!" (Go!)

They maneuvered quickly as they ran up towards the gunshots. Her guards followed obediently, keeping their Heda from any harm. After their ascent, they found the riflemen, most of them without their suits, indicating that the bone marrow transplant was being used on more of the Mountain Men.

Lexa pulled out her sword with ease as she caught one of the men with a slash across his arm. A pained yell escaped him but was cut short as she promptly embedded her blade through his chest. He was kicked off of her sword before she proceeded with the next rifleman. The guards were quickly working along side her and they ignored the call of one of the riflemen who was trying to communicate with them.

"Wait! We have an offer for you! Let me speak with the Commander," Emerson had his arms up as he told the others to stop shooting.

The shooting had stopped but that did not prevent the Grounders from continuing their assault. After twisting out her blade from another chest, Lexa gave an order to the rest of her warriors.

"Chil yu daun." (Stand down)

Her guard stopped abruptly but it was done, as Emerson was the only one left standing with his arms up. Lexa nodded her head towards the soldier and the Grounders approached him. Emerson smirked; it appeared Cage was right in telling him that the Commander was smart and would listen.

Emerson was roughly pushed forwards but that didn't stop his smirk from dropping, "Heda, em gaf in gon chich op yu," (He wishes to speak with you.)

Lexa squinted at the soldier, his smirk not settling well with her and only causing her rage. She glanced at her warriors who had similar emotions in that this Mountain Man was exuding himself as greater than their Heda.

"Speak."

Emerson continued smirking, "We would like to make an offer for you, Commander. We will return your people and cause no more harm amongst the Grounders if you leave now."

"And of the ones from the sky?"

"Just you and your people alone. We have no more use for your people."

Lexa glanced at her warriors whose jaws clenched. He spoke as if they were animals and taking this deal would go completely against the clan's entire belief:

"Jus drein…" she started.

"JUS DAUN!" her warriors roared back.

With a strong nod from their commander, the warriors accosted the smug soldier. His smirk dropped immediately before a blade entered his body from each warrior. Lexa stepped forward with her sword, silent as she thrust her sword through his chest and twisted it back out. Emerson fell on the dirt-covered floor, lifeless.


"Pull!"

Lincoln and his fellow Grounders began to pull the door open and a loud war cry erupted from the large army. They had done it, they broke through the unbreakable fortress known as Mount Weather. In the space of the removed door were the retreating backs of the Mountain Men that were pushing back the captive Grounders.

"They have our people!"

The army, Grounders and Arkers alike, charged forward, flooding the halls with a people hungry for blood. Clarke took a step into the place that had held her captive and she felt a sense of justice as Lexa stood by her side, blood coating her cheeks.

Stormy green eyes locked onto fierce blues. This was it. The fight for their people.

Something was wrong. They were supposed to have an army on the inside brought together by Bellamy. Indra looked over at Octavia who was growing restless. All the warriors and soldiers standing outside of the entrance to the Reaper door and into Mt. Weather still had not opened. Where was Bellamy?

The door slid open and a disheveled Bellamy was at the door. He looked worse for wear, slightly covered in soot, "They took them! Every single one of them!"

He had a panicked look on his face as he tried to coherently explain, "The harvest chamber was just…empty. They took Jasper and them and…O?!"

"Bell," Octavia took a step and embraced her brother before pushing him slightly away, "What do you mean they took them?"

Bellamy licked his lips and shook his head, "I don't know, but the harvest chamber was empty and Jasper and the rest were taken. Probably to take all of their bone marrow. I came here as quick as I could, we could use some help."

Indra didn't need to hear more as she ordered everyone to charge forward.


"Clarke!" Lexa shoved the girl hard, preventing her from receiving a bullet to the chest.

An Arker shot down the soldier and Clarke let out a sigh of relief, missing the grimace on the other girl's face.

They had surged into the mountain and found that the Grounders that had been offered to Lexa were being escorted somewhere else. They were everywhere and it was much more difficult than they expected. Each floor they checked was clear of people and they were met with more soldiers. Doing this floor-by-floor was taking too long.

More soldiers seemed to appear out of nowhere, with more ammunition and Lexa gritted her teeth. The cocks of the guns were heard and Lexa nodded to herself. Clarke would be a great leader.

"Find Bellamy and the others," the commander said to the blonde.

Clarke's eyebrows furrowed before her eyes widened as she felt herself pushed once more, this time down the chute that she was standing next to, "Lexa no!"

The sounds of gunfire rang in Clarke's ears.


Clarke somehow managed to find herself in the control room with Monty and Bellamy. Dante stood in front of them. After she got separated from Lexa, she could only hope the girl was still alive. Lexa had to be somewhere in the midst of it all, she did not see her corpse in the screens so there was still hope. What the screens did show however was the room full of the Arkers that had been captured. Most were from the original 100 but there were others as well. Particularly Abby Griffin.

Instead of using only one drill, Cage had his people using multiple drills for efficiency. Clarke took in a shaky breath before radioing in to Cage, forcing Dante to speak to his son.

Clarke began to bargain with him, "Cage, put a stop to this or I will shoot your father."

Through the monitors, Clarke could see the man hesitate before he nodded to one of his soldiers. They had just started drilling Raven but they pulled her off the table. In her place, Abby Griffin was strapped to the table.

Cage's voice crackled through the radio, "I love you, dad."

He couldn't give up, he knew that. Giving up would mean suicide for his people. Clarke didn't hesitate as she squeezed the trigger to kill Dante. She took in another shaky breath before speaking into the radio once more.

"If you do not stop this Cage, I will irradiate level 5."

Her eyes met Monty's who was working as fast as he could to gain control of the windows. This was it; there was no other choice. Clarke watched the screens sorrowfully as her mother screamed from the drill. She watched as Jasper escaped his cuffs and stepped towards Cage. He had brought his arms up to kill the man, only managing to nick his shoulder before Jasper was now strapped to another gurney.

The other screens showed the attempts of the Grounders as they tried to make their way through the Mountain Men's weaponry. People were falling, Grounders, Arkers, Mountain Men; this was war. Clarke wished with every fiber of her being that Lexa was with her. This was no easy choice because there wasn't really one.

For our people.

Lexa's voice echoed in her mind and she steeled her resolve. Monty turned to look at Clarke with trepidation in his voice.

"It's ready."


The smell of rotting flesh was everywhere: old, young, men, women, soldiers, innocent people… Clarke felt like throwing up as she replayed the moment she and Bellamy pulled the lever.

There were still a few Mountain Men left, the ones who were now immune but quickly eliminated by the Grounders. Soon, the whole mountain erupted into a chilling war cry.

"JUS DREIN JUS DAUN!"


Clarke stoically stood outside as Cage Wallace was tied against a post as per Grounder culture. It was ironic that they had placed him right outside, where he had dreamed to be. He was barely recognizable as the wounds covered his entire body. His voice had given out ages ago and Clarke couldn't find it in herself to feel remorse for this man.

A warm hand squeezed her shoulder before a blood soaked Lexa stepped forward to end the life of Cage Wallace. She marched with her back straight and her head held high before she pulled out her sword. Another life to be taken.


They won. Victory stands on the back of sacrifice.

Clarke sure didn't feel as if she won. All she can see and smell are the rotting flesh of the innocent people. She tries to justify it and flash back to her bother getting drilled, the Grounders being shot down by the weaponry, and the sounds of gun fire as Lexa pushed her down the chute.

She imagines Cage tied to the post, receiving slash after slash. Yet, her mind still can't stop seeing the lifeless eyes of Maya, of the elders, the children… Clarke curled herself into a ball on the furs of the bed in the tent.

The blonde is now rocking herself back and forth, "I bear it so they don't have to."

It's a mantra she now chants as the echoes of her soul feel like they're slipping from her fingers. The distant words of life being more than just surviving are lost on her. This was what everyone was doing. Just surviving. The Mountain Men from the radiation and Grounders. The Grounders from each other and the Mountain Men. The Arkers from the Earth.

Did it still explain away the purpose of killing off the entire population of Mount Weather?

"I bear it so they don't have to. I bear it so they don't have to."

Clarke felt strong arms pull her into a soft chest. Lexa is quiet as Clarke continues her mantra. Soon, her voice fades and the blonde turns around in the commander's embrace. She placed her head over the bandaged shoulder due to several bullets. Bullets that were meant for Clarke.

Lexa runs a hand through her blonde tresses, "You are a great leader, Clarke kom Skaikru."

A whisper escapes the traumatized princess, "I bear it so they don't have to."

Lexa responds with her own mantra from when blood was first spilt on her hands, "A Heda belongs to her people."


That…was longer than I expected. Seriously, it was originally 500 words long and it became…this. I'm not sure if I'm happy with it but I kept rewriting it and I was getting frustrated. I basically just wanted to show that the same events happened with a hard decision. I feel that those decisions were important for Clarke [and even Bellamy] to make to grow as a leader. If that made any sense. Sorry, it's late at night. Lol.