Title: Scalar Product of Del Operator and a Given Vector (or Divergence Themed Clexa Week)
Day 3, Wednesday – Role Reversal
Summary: Lexa was born in space.
Lexa nervously licked her lips as she was escorted towards the gate of the Ark. She never thought she would be here. It had only been six weeks but it felt as if she and the 100, now forty-seven, had been there for the longest time. The girl could faintly remember first stepping onto this Earth.
The air was so much cleaner down here and it was such a head rush. Oxygen filled her lungs without abandonment; it was nothing like the limited stale oxygen up on the ark. They made it. Earth was inhabitable. The rest of the prisoners, juvenile delinquents, were whooping and hollering, basking in the joy of a chance at new life. That was until her eyes settled in on the mountain across from them; they had landed miles away from their initial destination.
"We need to get to Mt. Weather," Lexa stated firmly to her fellow delinquents who weren't even paying any attention to her.
One of the heavier boys, Brian, grunted at her, "Really Carey? You're gonna obey Chancellor Porter's every order?"
"Of course she is, Quint. Ever the faithful Ark Guard's daughter just like your ever faithful father who stands by Indra's side, isn't that right, Commander?" a smug smirk was directed in the Lexa's direction at the loose use of their Chancellor's first name.
"Don't call me that."
The taller girl laughed, the corners of her almond shaped eyes crinkling, "Oh but why can't I? After all, you give the orders and we're supposed to obey or we risk getting floated."
Lexa scowled at the mocking she was receiving from the older girl, "We are basically going to die here if we do not get our supplies. You ever think of that, Lachman? We need party to at least go out and retrieve it."
"She's right, Anya," a deep but gentle voice interceded. It was none other than the infamous boy who lived under the floorboards. "And I'm going with her."
"Lincoln, you don't need to go," she furrowed her brows in concern over her younger brother.
The tall, lanky boy was firm with his sister, "Anya, I'm going."
"It's settled then," Lexa said, trying to keep the satisfaction out of her voice. "Let's go Lincoln."
Settling in here was so different, they had thought they were the only people left of mankind. They were incredibly wrong when they found out that the Grounders had survived. Lexa steeled her resolve as she passed the gate and another entourage came to escort her to the ominous looking tent. This entourage looked less friendly and Lexa knew it was for valid reasons.
"Lexa, they're coming! We need to get to the dropship!" Nyko yelled gruffly.
"Hold on, Olson! Everyone inside, gunners stay in position! We can't let them through the gate! We have to buy Luna some time!" Lexa ordered as she fired another shot into a Grounder.
They were only able to hold their position for a few minutes before the Grounders broke through the gate. Lexa soon directed everyone to the dropship where they desperately tried to hold off as long as they could.
"We need to shut the door, Lexa!" Nyko once again yelled, shooting alongside Ryder.
Lexa shook her head as she stood at the head of the dropship, helping them defend the door, "Anya's still not back. Neither is Costia."
The Grounders were soon flooding their place and nearing the doors of the dropship. Lexa looked to the side to see one of their own taken out. She gritted her teeth before she ushered everyone further inside and personally shutting the doors with Nyko.
She frantically turned around and looked over at the mechanic, "Morgan, is it ready?"
Luna barely managed a nod at their appointed leader and she held up the remote, "How does fried Grounder sound?"
Lexa felt small as she was escorted to the tent. This was it, a chance for an alliance with the formidable Grounders. At the entrance of the tent stood a rather tall man with tan skin and freckles across his face. He towered over her with a slight scowl on his face.
"If you so much as look at her wrong, I will slit her throat."
A cold chill ran up Lexa's spine and she clenched her jaw, failing to stop her heart from racing. She gave a stiff nod and followed the man into the tent. Right on the inside of the tent stood another grounder, a mask around her face and a rather intimidating axe in hand.
She walked further inside and saw their leader sitting on a throne and one of her generals to her left. He had a snarl on his face and a thirst for blood in his eyes. Lexa recognized him as the chief of Ton DC, Murphy. The brunette then focused her gaze into bright blue eyes.
Blue eyes were framed with blonde hair and black war paint around her eyes. It was decorated in such a way like a killer butterfly. The wings near her eyes were fatter than the bottom wings that stretched down her whole face, her jaw and finally stopped half way down her neck. She was currently rotating a rather sharp blade in her hand.
Lexa didn't know if her pulse was racing because she was standing in front of the great leader of the Grounders out of fear or out of intrigue. Clarke fiddled with her blade as she took in the sight of this Sky Commander that she was having problems with for quite some time.
This girl stirred something inside of her that she had not felt in awhile but she swiftly pushed it down. Now would not be the time, she had her people to think about and this girl had to answer to her. Cool blue eyes connected with hardened green eyes. Their connection was electric and Clarke felt as if she was drowning and her ears filled with only the sound of her heart. Lexa felt like her soul was being scrutinized and judged but the beginnings of a slow burn settled in the middle of her chest.
"You're the one who burned 300 of my warriors alive, Lexa kom Skai Kru."
The Grounder's Princess' voice was husky and raw; exuding authority and demanding respect that it nearly floored Lexa.
"You're the one who sent them there to kill us, Clarke kom Tri Kru."
The Sky People's Commander's voice was firm and controlled; not backing down from the intimidating princess.
Unbeknownst to them, they had a certain effect on each other. An accelerated heart rate that beat together as one.
WhenWhen I was first writing this, I realized I had to make a jump or I would be writing the entirety of season 1 and we'd never meet Clarke. I wanted it to end right when she first meets Clarke because we all know that's when our Heda fell in love with the Sky Girl, right? So why not the same here? (:
Also, the last names of the Grounders were for the most part taken from the actors playing them. A few were just made up since I couldn't find who played them on The 100 Wiki.
