A/N: Thanks to everyone who review, follow and this to their favorites. This story primarily takes Season 2 Lexa, strong, resisting feelings, etc. It also will show Clarke's inner struggle with her feelings for Lexa verse the betrayal that's still fresh in her heart. It will show the war that I thought should have happened. All kinds of epic things to come for those you stick by it. I know I did a little Clexa teaser, but hey they are having inner feeling struggles. Enjoy!

Lexa trapped Clarke's lips one last time before pulling away. The brunette's forehead meeting Clarke's, beads of sweat practically melting them together. Both panting heavily, getting the much needed air their lungs were deprived of. The knock was louder this time. Without saying a word Lexa peeled herself off the blonde and marched over to the sound that was echoing through her chambers.

Clarke didn't move. Her mind was trying to process what just happened. She went there to discuss Raven and Monty. Seeing Lexa look so vulnerable, hearing her apologize again, something in the Wanheda snapped. Forgetting why she went there, forgetting the betrayal, all that mattered was being with Lexa. Her inner battle towards the Heda faded away as Clarke just needed to feel her. The desire was so strong that it won. However, it didn't win for good, just for that second in time. Leaning against the wall now she could hear Lexa and Nero, it just sounded like mumbling. The blonde licked her lips savoring the taste of the brunette. She breathed hard as she tried to regain her composure. Shaking it off that it was losing control to the many emotions she had to face in a short amount of time. Seeing Lexa again after Mt. Weather, finding out NightBloods were started by SkyPeople, trying to become one, hearing about the village, and seeing Bellamy, the new horrific version of him. Add to that her friends possibly being prisoners after saving her. Clarke felt like the world was on her shoulders. Wishing Roan never found her.

The Heda closed the door, staying there as she watched the perplexity of emotions play out across Clarke's face. Lexa secretly cursing under her breathe for losing control. The kiss was unexpected but welcomed. Her attraction to the blonde was undeniable. The brunette was standing firm; love is a weakness. There was a war coming from two enemies. Her head needed to be 100% attentive to that, and that alone. She straightened up as she made her way back to the blonde. "I am needed Clarke; you are welcome to stay here till I get back. We can finish discussing Raven and Monty then." The flat tone of the Grounder Leader filling each word.

Clarke was so lost in her own thoughts she never heard Lexa come over. It was the Commander's voice that had her eyes flutter open. Not even realizing she closed them. Lexa was already exiting the room. Clarke slid down the wall, pulling her knees towards her, resting her forehead onto them. She wanted to forgive Lexa, be able to move forward, yet every time she tried, an inner voice screamed betrayal. Her heart was broken after Finn. When it finally came back together it was like a 5000-piece puzzle. It was a slow, long, agonizing process. The brunette was the one who put those pieces back in place. Then, in one swift move, knocked them out of place again. It was ironic to Clarke that she realized she could love again by the very person who broke her. The Wanheda was still not complete after Mt. Weather, still a fractured version of herself. Being near Lexa made her stronger. She could also make Clarke lose herself, just like she did moments ago.

The blonde didn't know how long she sat there before she finally just left. Part of her wanted to stay and talk to Lexa. The other part, the reasonable part, was letting her know tonight would be better by staying clear away. Seeing Lexa look so innocent, those pleading sea green eyes, all sense and reasoning went out the window. If she could rewind time, Clarke would have stopped herself. Would have been more in control, just dealing with the task that brought her there. Clarke slowed her pace, her thoughts were becoming more like a Grounders, the revolution just hitting her. She shook her head, running her hand through her hair, no, she would not become that way. Emotions sometimes need to be explored, they can't be shelved hoping they would just vanish behind a wall of dust.

A little over an hour later Lexa opened her bedroom door seeing the empty room. The touch of sadness hitting her. The Heda closed her wooden door as she lit some candles. The dim lighting danced around her bedroom. She sat in the middle of the floor in meditating position. Briefly, but just briefly, Lexa pictured the way Clarke would look illuminated by the soft glow in her room. With that she exhaled deeply, inhaling hard, letting her eyelids drop as she cleared her mind.

NEXT DAY – CLARKE'S CHAMBERS

The Wanheda was sitting on the edge of her bed, pulling on her boot, getting ready to go to the Conclave. She would be under the hard glare of Titus, trying her best to ignore the inquiring looks he'd be throwing her way. The knock on her door was hard and quick. "Yeah," she wasn't expecting anyone.

The door opened and there was Lexa. The Commander in all her glory. Full attire, with the red drape thrown over her shoulder complete with war paint. Something Clarke purposely left off today. Feeling like the more she dressed and appeared like a Grounder, the more emotional she matched her exterior. "What was it you wanted to discuss last night Clarke." Lexa kept her eyes straight and focused. Even a mind reader wouldn't be able to make an educated guess at what was behind them.

Clarke didn't want to think of last night. She spent almost the entire night pushing it from her mind. Mulling over what she did, what she shouldn't have done, could have done, and should've. Until she gave into the tiredness that pulled her into a deep sleep. The blonde didn't want to meet Lexa's cold stare. She waved her hand, "It was nothing. I have to get to training." Figuring the one way she could get passed the Commander was to mention the very training she wanted her to do.

Lexa tilted her head. She knew Clarke better than this. "If it was important enough to see me in the middle of the night it is important enough to discuss."

Clarke drew in her bottom lip biting into it. It was apparent they weren't going to discuss the other things that happened last night. "I have a suggestion I would like you to consider, regarding Raven and Monty." If Lexa wanted to be distant, Clarke would deliver it right back. No longer begging Lexa to understand that these people helped saved her from Bellamy, of all people, and Pike.

The cool tone didn't go unnoticed by the Heda. After side stepping the kiss from the night before this behavior was almost expected. "What is your suggestion Clarke."

The blonde stopped herself from shooting Lexa an icy glare. It was just the way Lexa kept saying her name. As if Clarke was just another leader, from another clan, trying to get an audience with the Grounder Leader. She grinned, she could be as cold if pushed the right way. No matter how her heart felt, not that she was positive on where it laid, but no matter, she could push anything aside. "I think they can help me becoming a NightBlood." She answered as she stepped closer to the Heda. Her glazier blue eyes as clear as her voice.

The Heda was impressed with her ability to flip her emotional switch so easily. Proving only more that she had the ability to lead. Clarke was putting her emotions to the side, being blunt about what she wanted. She admired it, at the same token, it stung. Lexa wouldn't show it. "I told you that stays between your mother, you and me." She stood her ground. Clarke might be having her own internal battle but so was Lexa. The woman before her easily could be her weakness. When the Commander was around Clarke, she needed to keep her defenses up. She never thought it would be possible to fight feelings like this again after Costia, then came Clarke Griffin.

"And I am telling you that it's a DNA sequence we need to figure out. There is something in my DNA that can be adaptable to NightBlood." She stepped away as she went to her bed. She bent down to pull out a sketch pad that she had from long ago. Not bothering to walk back over she drew the structure of a DNA double helix. Lifting it as she decided to be the educator for once. "These represent the cells and chromosomes of a DNA structure. We need to find the missing elements that would help make mine be compatible to yours. Raven and Monty are experts with computers. They can possibly find the missing link. Combine my mother as a doctor and a scientist, with Raven and Monty on the computer, we will find the lost code. Monty even has engineering skills that can be useful." She put down her sketch but didn't move. "The very least it can't hurt."

Lexa watched the demonstration, keeping her eyes on the paper as she listened to the blonde. With two enemies the possibility of her death crept closer. Even if her spirit did pick Aden, Clarke would be a good warrior to protect him. It wasn't a losing situation no matter the outcome. "If I do this, if more SkyCrew know about this, then I will also bring in Titus. He has performed the ritual on the new Heda's, watched and trained the NightBloods. He might have some insight that SkyCrew does not." It wasn't a finalized decision; it wasn't a no either. "Good luck with your training today Clarke." She let a half smile pull at her lips despite her best intentions of fighting it.

1 WEEK LATER

Clarke and Lexa didn't spend any time alone together since that kiss. To Clarke it seemed like Lexa was wrapping herself up in war plans to avoid the Wanheda. Clarke made no attempt to see her, not wanting to be the one who always broke first. For once she would stand strong, not be the fragile girl that was deserted. It wasn't like they didn't see each other at all, it was just never the two of them. Raven and Monty's fate was still not decided. Lexa had them kept in their own bedrooms. They both were allowed to help Abbey with anything other than the NightBlood mission. The Heda never finalized her opinion on their help.

Now here Clarke stood in the throne room. Lexa, Nero, Silas, Indra, Octavia, Lincoln, Abbey and Kane all were present. The Wanheda noticed the absence of the advisor, not minding him not being there. It wasn't that she didn't like Titus, it was the small glimpses of disapproval that bothered her. If there was something troubling him; Clarke wished, he would just confront her. Knowing he probably didn't because of Lexa, it could be seen as over stepping her leadership. Indra, Octavia and Lincoln have been out on missions trying to locate Ice Nation and give updates. Lexa wanted the SkyCrew leaders there to keep them informed. After all, SkyCrew has become a threat of their own.

Titus pushed his way to the center of the room. Bowing his head as he spoke, "Forgive the intrusion Heda, critical information was just brought to my attention." He turned back, everyone's gaze following the advisor's. It was the first time anyone noticed the small Grounder in the corner. He couldn't have been older than 15. You can tell by the uneasy way he was moving that he never had a face to face with the Heda. That look of admiration combined with terror filling his warm brown eyes. He moved towards Titus when he waved the young warrior over.

"Dario?" Indra approached the grounder. His eyes met hers as he nodded.

Lexa put her hand up stopping Indra in her tracks, "You know him how?" The name sounded familiar but it wasn't hitting her on why it did.

"He trained with Isai." Indra faced the warrior, grabbing his shoulders, "He died a noble death for his Commander." Isai's group was thought to all be dead by the hands of Ice Nation and here a survivor stood. It was the reason Lexa was called out of her bedroom that night with Clarke.

The Commander approached Dario, studying his feeble demeanor. Clearly he was still shaken up by the attack he witnessed. "How did you survivor Dario?" Her eyes reading into his. She needed to know this, was it luck, or did he abandon his crew. Whatever news Titus had was temporarily put on hold.

"I fought side by side with Isai, I was his second." His eyes dropped from hers as he stared at his feet, slightly shuffling the one. "When Isai was killed I was pinned underneath him. He was one of the last to die, Ice Nation thought I perished with him. They left before I was able to free myself."

Titus stood behind the boy, his right hand gripping Dario's shoulder firmly. "It is not all Commander. Dario recognized faces from other clans. It would appear that it is not Ice Nation as a whole, but treason from each clan of Grounders."

The seriousness of that statement rippled through the Heda. There were people from each of her clans, her people, that have joined forces with Ice Nation. Many questions went with this news. How many left to join forces with her enemy? Hundreds? Thousands? How big was the danger they were facing? "It seems Nia is planning well. We need to plan better." She spun to face Dario, "Are you willing to fight with us again Dario?"

For the first time since he was noticed in the room he stood up straight and proud. It made him seem much bigger than when he was hunched over in the corner. "Ai badan yu Heda."

"Indra, he will be under your leadership. It's time we start to make our own plans of attack from the information we've been gathering." Lexa glanced at Clarke, checking to see if the Wanheda was ready for what she's been preparing for. It was the first time the brunette focused on those brilliant blue eyes in a week.

Abbey, Kane and Clarke remained quiet while Lexa, Titus, Indra and Dario spoke. They all knew what this meant. Silently deciding to fight by their Leader's side when the time came. They pledged to be her 13th clan, they meant it. Abbey witnessed the meaningful eye contact between her daughter and the Heda. The doctor wasn't sure what was happening between the two as of late. When Clarke or Lexa was in her lab, usually separately, Clarke was too tired from training to talk, and Lexa was more quiet than usual. Abbey knew her daughter, for Clarke to pretend to be too tired to talk meant to much was on her mind. She didn't push the issue. Part of the her, the mom in her, didn't want to approve of this as a relationship. The scientist though, saw an incredibly strong leader who would always protect her daughter, even when she was no longer there to do so. It wasn't the right timing to dwell on the possible relationship that was slowly developing despite both women's resistance to the inevitable. What took precedence was turning Clarke into a NightBlood. Now more than ever it needed to be figured out fast.

After Lexa barked out her orders she had the room emptied except for the two SkyCrew members. The one she was fighting to keep her heart with and the current, now, Grounder doctor. "Abbey this work needs to be done faster." Lexa's words only mirroring Abbey's thoughts from earlier. "This isn't just Ice Nation; this is Grounders from all clans. This will not be an easy war." Her eyes finding Clarke's only for a fraction of a second, if you blinked you missed it. "My death may be soon." Lexa forced herself not to glimpse over at the blonde. Anytime she anticipated her death it was followed by what will happen to Clarke. It gave her slight comfort to know that Clarke was training almost a full day, every day, for almost 2 weeks. She was becoming a warrior.

Every time Lexa mentioned her death Clarke wanted to vomit. The mere thought of the Commander not being there tore her apart. Their fractured relationship was repairable. The Wanheda was sorting things out at her own pace. She didn't want to just fix what was broken because of a possibility that she might lose Lexa. At the same time, she didn't want the Heda to die without her knowing exactly how she felt. It was so difficult to put into words. To want to love someone, to want to be able to move forward, yet not trusting the person enough with your heart to do so. The brunette could crush Clarke's heart with her bare hands. Despite it all, keeping the missile a secret, Finn, convincing SkyCrew to trust her only to be betrayed, all of that, yet the blonde still loved her. Even when she didn't want to. Even when she wanted nothing more than to hate her, kill her. Almost did, till those emerald eyes flickered with pain melting the anger instantaneously.

"Lexa, I spend any time I have trying to find an answer to turning Clarke's blood. Each time I hit a dead end. That doesn't mean I will not find out how, it just means I haven't found it yet." An alertness in her eyes as Abbey addressed the Commander.

"Clarke, get Raven and Monty. I will send for Titus." Her eyes flickered past Clarke till they met Abbey's, "Will this help you?"

The doctor was positive with the extra pair of hands they would find what was missing sooner. "I believe it will."

"Then it is done," Lexa nodded in agreement. She never forgot the request made by the Wanheda so many nights ago. She just patiently waited for an opportunity to present itself. One that would allow her to grant Clarke's request without it seeming that it was done just because the blonde asked. Although, if she was to be honest, part of it was.

ARKADIA

Pike was stampeding down the halls, practically yelling into the walkie talkie. "Who is at the gates?" He shook his head; he couldn't possibly hear what he thought he heard. He was making his way to the outside, Bellamy was right at his heels. The two were planning what village to attack next when they heard the guards from the tower.

When they got outside the headed over to the gate. Catching the sight of what appeared to be Grounders. There was only one standing by herself smirking. Her hands up in the air surrendering. Her face was deeply scarred. The guards in the towers had their guns pointed on her waiting for Pike's orders.

He got close to the gate. "I heard a Grounder came her alone, surrendering, and asking to speak to the SkyCrew Leader." His fingers locked onto the fencing as he pulled his face close to hers, "Well, you have him. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you?"

Ontari grinned as she moved towards the Leader. "Because I am Ice Nation, and my Queen Nia wanted me to ask you; is the enemy, of my enemy, my friend?"