9 - Naked Emotion


Note this chapter has mature sexual themes and situations in it.


Jasper laid in bed with Ontari. Both were naked as the day they were born and the way the Ice Nation girl was curled onto his chest she was sleeping peacefully.

Ontari had started some courtship custom when they had looked for some of the supplies Clarke had needed to treat the wounds on the former Reaper, but Jasper had stopped her because Artesia had come into the room. Jasper hadn't known when she had undressed and stated stuff like: "Are you hurt by me?" Followed by more undressing with: "Are you less hurt now?" But when she had shivered when the environmental system kicked in by blowing cold air into room and he rushing to cover her had shocked the young woman.

"Are you cold?" Jasper had said. Then Jasper realized what she was trying to do and started to undress. Ontari had blinked in shock. "I am offering my body warmth." Jasper had taken Ontari's hand in his own and blown on it and started to rub. An awkward clearing of his throat took place when she looked away. "Right... um pants." Jasper moved to take his boots and pants off when Ontari realized that he was working to honor her traditions. "Are you less hurt by me now?" A more awkward cough came out.

"Skaikru... offer..." Ontari realized that there were some traditions he was doing his best to honor thinking that she was an Arker girl. "Warmth..." Ontari had nodded. Climbing under the sheets to join him.

Ontari wanted to know if the sex came first or something more had to be done.

Jasper said that he wasn't in a hurry and the act would take place when she felt comfortable.

Maybe it was him trying to be gentleman, but also… once you got past all of that aggression and posturing, Ontari was a fairly fragile and nice.

But Ontari becoming comfortable with him as she felt the warmth of his body against her and her with his body, Jasper got the chance to study her form. It was like Ontari was a composite of all of the girls he had been smitten with.

For the first time since Maya and Shay, he was comfortable with moving on after all of the loss he had been through.

Tracing a finger over the flame symbol on her forehead he started to understand her culture more.

Nearly a century ago the survivors had been burned and scared.

Tattoos in some cases had been used as camouflage to cover up some injuries.

For Ontari's family... the scars on the right side of her face could have been from some window sending fragments into the face of some young woman. Over the years the scars had been reduced and redesigned to look like the familiar triangles on Ontari's face.

Kane's brand mark... Well it was a brand, but not the livestock of old. No... To the Grounders it was saying he was going to be part of their society. It might have gone over better with the rest of Arkadia if Kane had also gotten a tattoo as well of the damn thing on his other arm.

Even Clarke's chest scars had gotten a few inquiries from a few of the women and youth of Arkadia when they caught a look at her "new" chest scars. The "Griffin" mark she had gotten on her shoulder had raised the largest inquiries. Was the mark an attempt to "Blend in" with the Grounder culture so that she could be the "voice for Skaikru"? The counter argument of this was the questions Ontari raised about the "Breast Scars" Skaikru women bore on their bodies and what markings did the men bare when they become warriors or husbands?

Ontari had started to ask Questions about some common things like that about "Skaikru," but she just watched people. She would bite, but given that she was doing her best to keep the peace, she would punch a few people to put them in place when trouble started to brew.

Shay and Maya would have liked her had they lived.

Then Ontari groaned as she rustled awake. Looking up at Jasper she grinned. Jasper liked Ontari's firm athletic slander framed body and her mind. This naked cuddling with each other wasn't so much a "Skaikru" thing as it was Jasper's own way to… well not screw up being with this girl. Ontari had been taken advantage of so often in her life and giving her back some control over it seemed to make her stronger and more compassionate towards others.

And it was showing.

"You alright?"

"Warm now..." Ontari said as she moved an exploring hand down Jasper's body looking for the warmest spot on him. When her cold fingers rested between his legs and she sighed, Jasper understood what she wanted to do.

"So you want to..." Ontari snuggled her nose on his chest. This was the calmest he had ever seen her. The wolf reference wasn't just a warrior term for her, it was more of her mindset as she had taken up for survival under Nia's violent hand. Now… this wounded animal had found a home and was… well still violent... but realizing that not everyone wanted to hurt or take advantage of her.

"Uh ha." With that Ontari slid herself on top of him and slid his manhood into herself. An action that caught him off a little, but considering that Ontari was more experienced at this than he was. She did what felt more comfortable to her as he realized that they were going to actually do it. Crap… girls really like to cuddle… What will she think of doing after this when she wants to cuddle more? Jasper didn't want to get that far ahead… Okay… Ontari wanted to have sex…Don't fuck it up!

"Okay... I'll do my best." Jasper spoke realizing that this was his first time. For Ontari, he could have been like the twelfth or thirteen guy she had done it with. The way Ontari grinned stated she didn't mind.

"You can say their names... I won't mind... Jaspa kon Honet Kru." Jasper realized that this was her first real time she had used sex for love. "It means you are being honest with me." Yeah... Murphy definitely made his mark on this girl. Say the truth, be honest, and when she needed to lie, let her lie.

"Oh... Okay… Honest!" Jasper said as they started to move together. "Myyyy Ja." Jasper groaned as Ontari forced her knees into him for traction as they started to sweat.

Knee pads... Definitely knee pads for this girl for the sake of his kidneys.

Holy Crap... he was having sex.

"Yes…" Ontari called out."Argon.."

Argon?

Well, atleast he was getting the former boyfriend's list like she was getting the names of his former loves.

This girl was a goddess. A scared warrior goddess, and he was in love.


Harper sat in the medical bay looking at Senua.

The former Reaper was still chained to her bed, but Clarke had done her best to fix the electrical surge damage to the woman's hand from the shock rod.

Senua once you got all of the war paint off and her headdress looked to be quite beautiful. Dark Blond hair, a traditional muscular Grounder Body, but she was hurt. Not just in a phycial way, but with her soul.

Whatever had happened to make Senua seek out the City of Light to ease her pain must have been significant for her declare a blood vengeance upon Clarke.

Harper moved to look at some of the clan tradition marks on Senua's body.

Several kill marks. Organized, precise, beautiful. But as the marks progressed they got increasingly messy. Some of these had been scars, while others had been done in ink.

Some of the scars were treatable if you knew how to use a laser.

The pattern of messy ones were seen as Senua's kills as a Reaper. Harper moved to trace a few of the marks. Grounders liked to count their kills, but this was something else as she started to recognize the pattern that she had grown up with most of her life.

The Last Tree. The symbol of the Earth Mother Terra.

"A few more marks and a little work you would have a completed image of the Last Tree." Harper moved to pick up a sheet of paper and a pencil and started to sketch the pattern down. Clarke needed to see this along with Abby. Looking up from time to time to look at Senua she started to notice that the woman was awake, but was observing her. "Why would the Earth Mother choose you?" Harper spoke as she started to fill out the rest of the image.

Senua seemed almost worried as she started to realize that the kill marks had started to form some sacred symbol of the Skaikru. This is when Harper started to scratch at her scalp as she looked back and forth at the markings.

"Tell me about the Earth Mother." Senua spoke as she attempted to look at the image on her arm as she strained against her restraints.

"Senua?!" Harper spoke as Senua stayed put. The warrior woman looked to be perplexed in that she hadn't been slain. Seeing that she was being watched over the one who had pulled her from being a beast to back to being a person, was forcing the woman to consider her options and fate.

"Your drawing..." Senua pointed. Harper realized that if one set of gods had forsaken Senua, then maybe another had taken up pity on her.

"You want to see the picture of the Last Tree?" Senua nodded. Harper held it up. The image wasn't much but Senua seemed almost calmer than she had been earlier.

"Your god is the Earth Mother?" Senua had been listening. Probably even heard Clarke working on her with Ontari to treat her wounds.

This was different, this woman was in a crisis of faith and was asking questions about what to do next. Maybe all Senua wanted was to have someone to talk to.

"You want to learn about my Gods?"

Senua nodded.

"Alright, I will start from the beginning." Harper spoke explaining her faith. "Yes... one of our Gods is the Earth Mother." Harper started with her story of her people. "In the beginning we came from the Earth before I was born. My people journeyed into the sky so that could build and learn and explore the stars in the sky." Harper got somber. "But we never forgot our home. The touch of the soil, the green of plants, the rush of water. All sounds and things we saw as sacred. We were the children of the Mother. Then the fire came and harmed our Mother. We knew that she was hurt and she would heal, but it would take time as this wasn't the first time the Earth Mother had been burned from above. As with death, there is rebirth upon the land. So we stayed at her side, waiting for her to get better." Harper spoke.

"So your people stayed in the sky near your mother till she healed." Senua spoke starting to understand some of why the Arkers were here.

"But as time passed, our stations started to fall apart." Harper spoke as she sighed. "I didn't know how bad it was until I selected to be put into some ground skills survival class, then put on a drop ship to determine if the ground was survivable."

"The Arrival of the Hundred." Senua realized that Harper was telling of her origins.

"Senua... I know that we saved your life... You spoke of what happened when you returned to your village." Harper felt that the Arkers... Skaikru had failed this woman. "You came here looking for Lincoln... for answers." Senua nodded. "Lincoln died saving his people, Trikru and Skaikru that Pike had imprisoned. Octavia gave him a warrior's funeral."

"Octavia is here?" Senua spoke sensing that maybe staying chained for now was going to be a hindrance, but the reason for her arrival or at least a way to sort out a path for her future was known.

"She was... she drifts around. After Lincoln's death... she took it hard." Harper spoke worrying about her friend. Harper had heard stories and rumors of what happened to Octavia after she stabbed Pike to death with her sword. The only confirmed sighting of her friend had been from Obara of Sankru who was a female warrior of the Sankru delegation. Octavia's warrior fury was known to many Kru as one who would not back down from a challenge. But it was her status of being an illegitimate child that had the Sankru looking for her.

Sankru were... well sexually open... There were multiple wives and husbands that were welcomed as part of their families. Given that Octavia wanted a place to live her life in peace there had been offers to welcome her on those lands.

The only hitch had been Lincoln's Death Warrant that needed to be rescinded.

Octavia had been wanting to live with Luna and her kru given the gentleness the woman had extruded towards others... But given the events with Alie... That vision of a hopeful future had been robbed from her.

From what Harper had been able to learn from Clarke and Bellamy was that Luna's rig was much like Arkadia, but floating on the ocean. Maybe that was why Lincoln wanted to take Octavia there. Floukru was in a way an ancestral counterpart to the original Arker society and Octavia learning their ways wouldn't have too long.

It must have been beautiful. Harper thought as she looked back at Senua.

"You worry about your friend?" Senua spoke as she started to flex her fingers of her burned hand. It wasn't a question per-say but Harper understood.

"I do..." This is when there was a knock on the door to the room. Harper turned to see Obara. The Sankru warrior woman was standing in the doorway with her formed Chest armor and her spear in her hand. The Olive skin tone and brown eyes spoke of someone who was used to living in the sun. "Obara?"

"My pardon's Harper of Skaikru, I heard that you were standing watch over this..." Obara spoke gesturing towards Senua with her spear.

"Her name is Senua... and you try to put your life back together after you have your humanity stolen from you and someone finds a way to shove it back into you down your throat." Harper defended Senua.

Obara jumped back a little. If this is what Senua went through when she returned to her village then Harper was going to make sure that this chain of hate was broken for those others that Skaikru had saved.

"Sorry... my friend Lincoln had been in the same state she was in. If it wasn't for the support of Octavia and others who considered him friend he would be in the same state as this woman is."

There Harper said it.

Senua was sick… in pain… needed help.

"She is trying to find the will to fight... to live again... Do you know what it is like for someone in her position? To have full knowledge of the animal that the Shitheads in Mount Weather turned you into. To remember every taste of human flesh, the smell of every victim that pissed themselves in fear as they were being dismembered. My friend Lincoln lived with that. He fought every day to overcome it, to find peace..." Harper moved to stand before Obara as she started to slowly shove the Sankru warrior's spear out of her way.

"Senua needs that support system to regain her humanity." Harper reached up and saw an IV needle that was used to deliver medicine sitting on a diagnostic table. Next to the needle lay an empty vile looked like it was ready to be used to draw a blood sample. All it needed to be connected to test tube. "What if that was you chained to that bed?" Harper spoke looking at the items near her.

"If shoving one's spirit back into them can be done with these items, what if I decide to rip part of yours out just so you feel some of what she is going through, then after that plop it back in!" Harper grabbed the vile off of the table. Obara looked at the determination in Harper's eyes. Sankru and Skaikru standing their ground on their differing issues, though one was not fighting for power or status... She was fighting to save the soul of one who was in need of help.

"Wait..." Obara spoke realizing that Harper wasn't so much defending this woman but was in letting her understand the situation of woman was in. "If the suffering of her spirit is going through is something that requires support to be healed, then... then I will assist you." Obara spoke as she moved and found a chair and sat next to the bed. The situation being explained to her in a very direct way had put the woman in place.

"Thank you Obara..." Harper moved to sit by her. "So... what is the mood among your Kru?" Harper spoke sensing that Obara wasn't there to stand guard over the former Reaper Woman.

"This is the reason that I came." Obara spoke. "I have heard rumors that Ontari is denying on taking the Commander's Flame." Harper sighed.

"That part is true, but for completely different reasons. Mostly she wants to use the Chip that Alie had her take to make contact with Singularity."

"Singularity... Alie's version of the City of Light... Actually it is a different place. Not the True City of Light, but a place that Bekka was working on with her Kru to construct so beings like Alie, The Nightbloods and those with Upload Chips could all meet, work and share ideas of how to help the world." Harper groaned. "Except Alie corrupted it by using it as a trap whenever someone used one of those chips, she removed bad memories and pumped them full of bliss."

"With Alie gone..." Obara started to understand. "Those there have been granted back their freedom."

"Yeah... When Clarke threw the Kill switch that destroyed Alie, she left a mess there." Harper spoke as she rubbed at the places on her face and body that were still sore of where an Alie possessed Jasper had attacked her. "Yeah, but those who died while connected to that place cannot go back their bodies or go to the next world. While everyone here is coming off of that bliss Alie pumped them up with are going through the same struggles as this woman is."

"So... Ontari's decision not to take the Flame is because..." Obara looked up at Senua.

"Because, when we used our knowledge to put Ontari back into her body, part of her is still anchored there. If she takes the flame, she going to become part of the Flame along with the rest of the Previous Commanders and we cannot access the information Alie had left lying around the Singularity. We need the link." Obara spoke after Harper finished.

"Then this threat that is coming is..." Harper's shoulders sagged.

"Bad..." Harper spoke as her words started to set in. "Between the Bliss that everyone who got chipped is withdrawing from is going to look like Mother's Milk compared to the Red Rage Senua was pumped full of when she was a Reaper." Obara and Senua started to understand. Senua wanted escape from her bonds, but if the entire world had become like her then maybe the reason the Earth Mother had chosen her.

"How many are like me?" Senua spoke as she looked down at her chains.

"Too many... if you wanted people to know what it was like to have their entire world crash around them, than you have your wish... minus the entire flesh eating thing." Harper spoke as she looked at the woman.

"Your... your goddess chose me to come here?" Senua looked a bit scared. This was like she realized that she was crying out for a god to help her. Guess she wasn't expecting the being the Skaikru worshiped to bring her to where she was needed.

"Don't know... but you need help." Senua looked down at her restraints.

"So... I am chained so..." Harper sighed.

"Because when you were changed by the mountain Men, they made you stronger than you were before. We could have tied you down if you were a normal person, but the chains are there so that you don't hurt yourself and us while we are treating you." Senua looked at her bandaged hand.

"For a warrior who has been touched by the gods... It is an honor and a curse." Obara spoke as she reached up to touch a purple pendant around her neck. "I lost one of my husbands who was accompanying the Nightblood to Polis." Obara looked sad as she realized that there was a weight to her.

"I'm sorry." Harper spoke to the Sankru woman.

"No... I know that I will see him in the next world. Our daughter will be in pain." Obara spoke as she looked at the woman.

"You are a mother?" Senua spoke.

"I am... I had my daughter right before my seventeenth winter."

"That young?" Harper spoke.

"My young one is about to have her fifth winter." Obara spoke as Harper did the math in her head. Obara was about twenty-two years old and from what Clarke had said about how young some of the warriors were, even that girl that Anya had been teaching as a warrior, Harper started to feel old.

"Obara... I know that it is none of my business, but you were young when you had your child." Obara shrugged.

"I was a warrior and my late husband was a kind man. Yes he was a bit older than me... but it is my people's way. I was his second wife, but I also have a husband that is my own age. Polyamory is part of my people. It was made so that those who love men and those who love women being of the same sex could provide offspring." Obara spoke. Harper was processing this.

"Wait... you mean that the entire..." Obara nodded.

"Yes... My late husband loved men... I was at that age where I could carry a child. His wife loved me, but I not him in that way. I tossed coin, it landed on which wife was to bare and I was the one." Obara shrugged. "I love my daughter and so does my extended family."

"Some Kru constrain the term marriage... Some just add to it." Senua spoke as she realized that maybe her actions would have been rash.

"Senua... did you have a lover?" Harper spoke as Senua started to cry. "Crap..." Harper moved to wipe the tears from Senua's face. "No wonder you wanted to find the City of Light... Between what you have become and the loss of your beloved..."

"He is the one that cast me out of the village..." Senua started to cry. This was a broken heart. Harper moved in and hugged the chained woman.

Fate had put Senua there.

Maybe it was the Earth Mother's reasoning that she needed someone to listen to what happened and not to kill her.

"Like those who the witch Alie had harmed, you will discover that you are not alone Senua." Obara spoke as she leaned in as well to kiss the forehead of the former Reaper.

It would take a while but Senua would be unlocked from her bonds as the weight of her pain became to be known to the two warrior women present.

Maybe the world needed a little compassion to start undoing the wrongs done through generations of mistrust.


Clarke was sleeping with Lexa's nightgown wrapped around a pillow.

She missed her.

The first time in the last few weeks, the pain she had felt about losing the woman she loved had started to hurt less.

Part of Lexa was still there encapsulated within the Commander's flame.

The uploaded memories of the woman she loved seemed to have let Clarke know that she could move on. Clarke moved closer to the nightgown as she felt the urge to undress and pull the garment close to her naked body.

The last time they had made love was powerful, peaceful, and beautiful.

Ontari would know those memories from the both of them.

How would that affect someone?

Knowing the most intimate secrets about your predecessor.

In a way Ontari must feel the same way when all of the pain she endured under Nia would be given to the next barer of the Flame.

Clarke moved back to those nights and saw how stressed Lexa looked after meetings with her advisors. She always grinned when in the presence of Clarke. It was like Clarke could remove any pain or aliment from her mind.

"It has been a long time since Costa that have opened up like this Klark." Lexa had said when they had bathed together in that large tube she had in her room. Both of them exploring Scars and Tattoos. But it was Clarke's healing factor that had Lexa fascinated. Between their landing in Trikru Territory, Clarke had been beaten, cut, scrapped, clawed, stabbed and only faint markings remained. "The gods must have blessed you with a gift of healing yourself." Clarke had blushed at this as Lexa ran a hand across one of Clarke's hips.

"It was the way I was born." Clarke responded back. "But your tattoos..." Clarke moved to look at the expanded pattern on Lexa's right arm. "You have added to them." Lexa had looked down at her arm.

"They are response to the Kru traditions that pertains to those I see close. For whom have brought peace."

"Is one of them Skaikru's?" Lexa bit her lip.

"Yes and no..." Lexa spoke. "Two of them are Trikru and one is of Skaikru's" Lexa started to explain. "The bottom one is Costa's... The one above is Anya's, the top one is your's." Lexa's context now started to make sense.

"They are your lover's." Clarke traced that pattern on Lexa's arm. "You latterly wear your love on your sleeve." Clarke spoke as she started to realize what peace meant for a warrior people like the Trikru.

Peace meant love.

Clarke had brought peace to Lexa's life.

To forge peace meant... Clarke stammered.

"You don't just want peace with Skaikru... you want it with me?" Lexa nodded.

"In battle you are without weakness... I know that I am weak, but with you by my side, I can be strong... Forge connections in ways that I cannot do alone. Yes I have the power, but your vision of the future... That is a world I wish to live in." Lexa was crying.

"Lexa..." Clarke spoke as Lexa leaned in and kissed her.

"You have conquered the one thing no enemy has ever done. My heart." Lexa blushed a little. "How do Skaikru..." Lexa cleared her throat. "Enact Courtship?"

Clarke was speechless at this.

"You want to... be my..."

"Beloved."

Lexa didn't seem all that different than herself. A young woman who was entering into a serious relationship with another person.

"Alright, but you start telling me the stories about your tattoos staring with the loves on your arm and... I will tell you of my life on the Stations." Clarke moved and sat sideways in the tub so that she could sit next to Lexa and start to caress her arm.

"Costa was this young servant girl who helped me dress during my Ascension ritual. She was a nervous little thing, but she was almost smitten whenever she was near me. At first I thought she was a spy, but when I thought her a threat she did the one thing I never expected. She offered everything to me." Lexa had blushed at this. "I mean everything down to her... naked body." Lexa chuckled at this, but the weight of sad memories of losing someone close herself.

Lexa talking about Costa's love of her and loss was followed by Clarke taking about her childhood and the events that led to her father's execution.

Getting out of the bath, drying off and curling into bed with Lexa, Clarke spoke of the events of what had taken place. The painful memories of seeing the death of her father and slaying of the people of Mount Weather were done through similar actions and that night Lexa watched over Clarke as she chased the demons away.

Now as Clarke pulled herself closer to Lexa's nightgown, she was able to gain some peace in being able to rest some knowing that a part of Lexa was still present and was watching over her.

"I miss you my beloved." Clarke moved to inhale Lexa earthy scent as she drifted off to sleep as she longed to feel Lexa's body next to her as dreams of Nightblood's face touched her dreams.


Raven was exercising her injured leg to help deal with the pain management. The small rubber and sewn leather ball that she was rolling on the floor with the bottom of her foot was doing wonders. Nyko was right. Raven would always have a limp, but this was great at helping fight the pain in her leg. The brace was going to be worked on again, but this time she had made some changes to put some strength back in so the she could start riding horses again.

That was when her terminal to Singularity started making noise.

Most of the time, the data flow going to Ontari was pretty steady other than the time she was able to interface into the station's security system. But most of that was her just looking around and listening.

This was different, the transfer seemed to be more directed into speaking to someone. Moving over to the terminal, she started to watch what was going on. But it was what was coming through the speakers that really caught her attention.

"Bekka..." It was Ontari's voice. "I know that Wan.. Clarke of Skaikru was in love with Heda Leska." There was some hesitance in how she was talking.

"You are in love." Bekka spoke up. The raven hair, t-shirt, and tied coveralls spoke all as the ancient tech genius was working on the simulation to link it to more of the orbiting station's systems.

"I am..." Ontari was doing her best to make her point. "but that is not the point... Klark... was wounded by actions by Titus, myself and Alie..." Raven watched as Ontari now dressed in dark pants, and a leather jacket with her traditional Grounder hairstyle flowing about her stated that she was attempting to do something as she did her best to rush beside and keep up with the Pramheda as the older woman was moving to a different set of controls.

"This isn't about power or politics... It is something more." Bekka came to a stop.

"I want to learn blood forging... i want to make more Nightbloods." This is when Ontari knelt down before her progenitor. "I offer my flesh and blood to..."

"Ontari... start from the beginning and explain." Bekka had knelt down before Ontari and helped her up. The girls' youth, eagerness and drive had gotten way ahead of her mouth and brain.

Over the next few minutes Ontari explained what was going on and the situation they were in. Bekka just listened as she started to hear out what roughly the plan was and what they wanted Bekka and the others to find out.

That part was easy, but Ontari was searching for something more.

"I want to forge a Nightblood child for Clarke... Specifically a daughter... maybe one that looks like Leska."

Raven as doing her best to understand.

Ontari was asking about...

Raven did her best to hop on one foot over to the terminal and she let her Raven Avatar land next to the two Commanders before she spoke into the microphone.

"Wait... Ontari you want to make a clone of Lexa for Clarke!" Bekka turned to look at the bird. Raven since her knowledge upgrade was not only able to see what the code said Bekka was doing, but also saw the reactions of her and Ontari.

"Klon?" Ontari spoke the unfamiliar word.

"Yes... the very thing that you asking about has a name." This is when Bekka looked over at the mechanic through her bird avatar. "Raven... There is much I need to speak to Ontari about, but understand... The clone issue is something that needs to be handled on some specific terms. For all you know... I might have her not create a clone but something completely different."

"Bekka..." This is when the Pramheda raised her hand.

"Raven it is late and you need your rest." This is when Rebekka Mugan of Polaris reached out and placed a hand on Ontari's shoulder. "Ontari is asking valid questions in relation to the crisis at hand. For all you know... She might be asking to perform an Xenogeneic insemination on Clarke so that she may have a child based on a blood or a hair sample of Lexa."

"Zeno... gen..." Ontari was feeling her way through this new word as well.

"Xenogenisis... It is the process I used to create the first Nightblood children with."

"Bekka..." Raven spoke up.

"Raven you need your rest and I will be sending Ontari back to her body soon." Bekka spoke grinning at Raven.

Raven realized that Ontari wasn't going to make the Clone flat out, but Bekka was right. Maybe Ontari was on this kick to figure out where she came from and the entire Lexa clone thing was maybe a way for the young woman to start mending fences with Clarke even on a hypothetical level.

"Alright, but I will be visiting Ontari later." Raven said as she moved to leave the room.

"Understood Raven of Skaikru." Bekka stated as she started to walk Ontari through the simulation towards a replica of Polis. Raven watched for a bit realizing that maybe something new was going to come from this.


Jasper sat up in bed to see Ontari in a mediation position with a blanket wrapped around her. The way she had it covering her body looked like she was wearing a hooded cloak.

Ontari looked introspective.

Clarke had taught Ontari how to dive into the Singularity and to a degree the Nightblood woman seemed relaxed. This is when Ontari opened her eyes and looked at Jasper and bit her lip.

"So... who did you talk to this time?" Jasper spoke as he watched Ontari look around the room.

"Bekka... gave her an update on the situation before us. Told me where to find some equipment in Polis that could help." There was something more.

"What is it?" Jasper spoke up.

"I spoke with Bekka... she stated something that... Jasper... your ancestors were blood forged like mine..." It hit home.

"So... you are sort of sensing that if you do this dream... there might be a forteenth clan." Ontari nodded at this.

"I wanted to make the kru strong, just that..." Jasper understood.

"You weren't expecting to become the first leader of a new Kru." Jasper grinned. "Well Ontari of the Nalblada Kru, you have made a few mistakes like Clarke did when we first landed here. But you are now working on your successes."

"Jasper... I want to make babies..." jasper shook his head in shock.

"Wha..." Jasper shot forward. "Wait... you... Ontari... did we get married through some weird... ah..." Ontari moved forward as the blanket around her started to fall.

"No... not yet my love..." Ontari cleared her throat. "I mean... I want to... craft a child for Clarke... A Klon of Leska. I want to make Clarke happy."

"Clone Lexa?!" Jasper was floored by this.

"Raven had the same reaction as you to that decision." Ontari spoke. "Does this have to do with some taboo, or law that was broken in the past by the kanics?" Jasper just blinked.

"No... fuck no... just... just that..." Jasper did his best to try to talk about some of this history and controversy involved about cloning. But Ontari cut him off.

"Jasper... Bekka told me the history about Klones. She put certain constrains upon the child's creation." Jasper stopped and fell back some in the bed. "The girl will be Leska's child to raised by Clarke as her own."

"Leska's child?" Jasper was doing his best to understand what Ontari was talking about. Maybe Clone was being used as a blanket term for what Ontari wanted to do for Clarke.

"Clarke's egg..." Ontari pointed to her belly. "Leska's hair." Ontari touched her own dark locks. "And the forge Bekka used to create the first Nightbloods." Ontari reached down and touched Jasper. "Much like using your seed and my belly to make a child." Jasper watched as Ontari took off the blanket and presented her naked form to him. "I want to give Clarke the gift of life..." Things were starting to make sense.

"You want to make Clarke a mother." Jasper started to realize what that meant.

"The most dangerous beast is a mother defending its child." Ontari grew somber. "If not for the overwhelming forces Nia sent to get me. I would still be with my family." Ontari took Jasper's hand into her own and placed it upon the scar over her heart. "My mother slew many a warrior the day i was taken. That is the image of perfection I keep to this day. It was only through trickery and deceit of putting hidden troops into battle that Nia was able to steal me away." Ontari reached over and brought Jasper's hand to her face.

"Ontari..." Jasper felt the warmth of Ontari's skin.

"Jasper... the scar on my left cheek is Nia's brand..." Ontari was explaining her facial scars. Ontari was starting to cry. "The next is the flame of the Nightbloods... That one was carved into me by Nia herself as she drugged and sat on my struggling body to place it onto me." This is when she finally moved to the angled lines on her face. "These are of my kru... family."

"Oh..." Jasper started to understand... The end of the world sort of places priorities for one's life.

"You want to add a scar for a little Ontari!" Ontari nodded.

"Or two or three..." Ontari moved to sit on Jasper again.

"So the baby talk and the entire clone thing is..." Jasper started to understand.

"Yes... my love." Ontari to move towards speaking in Grounder. "Please pound me again so that I am filled with your seed."

"Ontari there is something more going on isn't there?" Jasper moved to kiss Ontari's hands. "Bekka told you how long we have before we have to go into the shelters?" Ontari was crying as she nodded to confirm this.

"Only months to live." This is when Jasper moved to hug her close. "If we don't move to take action now to save the peoples of this world. This is why I want to make her a mother."

"It's alright, we will do our best to save as many as we can." Jasper spoke as Ontari broke down. "So... Any other things you talked with Bekka about?"

"Um... I have to wear white when we join our families... kru with vows of compassion for each other."

"You hate white don't you?"

"You have no idea how bad." Ontari spoke as Jasper soothed her nerves.

Clarke would need to know that Bekka learned about the status of how long they had left. Now all they needed to do was do the math of how long they were going to be sheltered in place till the storm passed.


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