Clarke walked around the throne room nervously as she waited for Lexa to arrive. It had been three days since her fight with Ontari. Lexa had been lucky, the dagger hadn't damaged her lungs or caused any swelling. Clarke felt immensely grateful for that, not only because she'd been afraid that Lexa would be in serious danger again, but also because she knew Lexa's faith in her healing abilities had rung true. She wanted to ensure that Lexa was always happy, could trust her, especially after her past and the amount of times she'd been betrayed. Also, she knew that the past few weeks had brought up a lot of memories for Lexa, things she liked to pretend didn't affect her. They both needed time to relax and Clarke hoped vehemently that after the council meeting they might get a chance to finally do that.

If only for a little while, Clarke added silently, she'd have to go back to Arkadia soon. There was no way that the situation with Pike would improve unless she was there to help. Octavia was right, no matter how much she wanted to stay with Lexa, there was absolutely nothing she could do in Polis to help the situation for her people. She no longer could use the excuse that she needed to stay to ensure Lexa kept her promises- not that anyone had ever believed that excuse in the first place. Moreover, after the fight, everyone knew that Clarke and Lexa were together. Clarke didn't know if Lexa appreciated them being outed like that but she hadn't said anything, and Clarke knew Lexa was realistic- in that moment she'd needed her and she didn't care what it looked like to her subjects.

According to Aden and the other natblidas they hadn't been fooling anyone anyway. Clarke sighed, she and Lexa tried their hardest to keep up a strong, unwavering face and personality when they were in front of the ambassadors, but how much of the truth slipped through without them even noticing?

"Clarke?" a familiar voice asked and Clarke turned to see a small figure standing in the doorway of the throne room.

"Yes, Ashya?" Clarke said, as the little girl walked towards her. There was definitely something uncanny about the child. She had a striking resemblance to Lexa. So much so that Clarke would have believed her if she'd said that she was Lexa's sister. Ashya had been born to a Trikru family, Lexa told her, but everyone considered each other family, so it was likely that Ashya and Lexa were probably related- maybe second cousins or something like- but the grounder community didn't care either way. Clarke wanted to talk to her mother about DNA testing. There might be some way to find out if they were related. Before, Lexa would have never even considered, but now, with the change of the laws, Lexa was more open to finding out if Ashya was a relative of hers- given that there was less chance of losing her to a conclave.

"How is Heda?" Ashya asked as she joined Clarke by the window.

"Lexa's fine," Clarke told the young girl, "She needs more rest, but she's more than ready to get back to official business."

Well, Clarke added silently, she did need more rest. That was her opinion as a medic. But it was Lexa's choice to go back to official business this early. Clarke wanted her to postpone the council but Lexa, as per usual, told her there was absolutely nothing to worry about. At least she'd gotten her to promise to sit during the proceedings, and to avoid an excessively long speech.

"What's going to happen to Ontari?" Ashya asked, "Heda can't just exile her now. Not after she attacked her outside the bounds of solo gonplei. Does blood must not have blood still apply?"

Clarke nodded, "Lexa plans to send her to Ice Nation. King Roan will decide her fate. Lexa doesn't want to make an exception for Ontari. She says that giving her too much attention is what she wants. We need to avoid glorifying or making martyrs of people like Ontari. We shouldn't give attention to people who want to destroy the peace and our way of life."

Ashya nodded, "But what about Pike kom Skirkru? You need to give him attention, otherwise he'll destroy everything."

"I know," Clarke said with a heavy sigh, "And that's why I have to leave soon. To help Skirkru."

"We'll all miss you," Ashya replied, a glum look on her face. How many people had she seen leave Polis, Clarke thought, who she knew would never return? Lexa had told her about the battles that had occurred during her childhood. About how the other natblidas had lost mentors to war. Had Ashya and the other natblidas resigned themselves to that kind of loss?

"Will Heda be going with you?" Ashya asked.

"No," Clarke said, her breathing uneven, "She'll need to stay in Polis."

"But… but…" Ashya began, "You can't just leave her. Not when you two are in love."

Clarke smiled, "I won't be gone too long. Just long enough to fix things with Arkadia. I plan to stay in Polis as the official ambassador for my people."

Ashya pondered that as Clarke's thoughts spun in her mind. Was she the leader of her people? Maybe, in some ways. But she'd been a stand in leader for those few weeks until the other Ark residents arrived on earth. She and Bellamy had been leaders out of necessity- because no one else was prepared to do it. Whilst the delinquents only really listened to her or Bellamy, she knew they would adjust. Yes, Clarke could be a leader her people poured their hopes and dreams into, just as Lexa wished for her, but she didn't want to be the chancellor. No, her mother or Kane should take that role. She could be a leader here instead. It was time that she got a chance to live a normal, or as normal as possible life too, and she wanted that to be here in Polis.

"Why can't Heda go with you?" Ashya asked, as the doors of the throne room opened to reveal Lexa herself.

Lexa smiled at the young natblida who immediately bowed before her, only rising after a nod from the commander.

"Ashya," Lexa began, "Could you leave us please?"

The little girl nodded before walking out of the room.

"It seems we are contemplating the same issues," Lexa said, "Ashya has a good point. There are no reasons why I can't travel with you to Arkadia."

Clarke shook her head, "Pike will lock you up, kill you even. I can't risk that. Please, Lexa, please wait for me in Polis. I swear I'll talk Pike round, or Bellamy will."

"Bellamy was working with him," Lexa said, "He was involved in the massacre of my army. At any other time, he'd be forced to answer for war crimes. Before blood must not have blood, he would have suffered death by a thousand cuts."

Clarke nodded understandingly, "I know what Bellamy did was wrong, and what Pike did was even worse. And I'm grateful that you agreed to blood must not have blood. Bellamy… I'll talk to him. I remember his first kill on the ground, he told me that his mother would be ashamed of him. He lives with a lot of responsibility and guilt- protecting his sister, his people. He just believes he's making the right choice. He's not trying to be malicious or prejudiced."

Lexa sighed, "Maybe if I spoke to Bellamy. If what you say is true, and he is just misguided. I could see the look on his face at the ascension ceremony. He blames me for Mount Weather. If this is what his hatred of grounders is based on. Well, you forgave me. Maybe eventually he might forgive us too."

Clarke nodded, "We were good friends before everything happened at Mount Weather. I think he feels betrayed by the both of us. If we could fix that, well, then I think we might be able to fix everything in Arkadia. The people, they did vote for Pike, but I believe that was only because people like Bellamy supported him. Bellamy was the one who ensured we survived on the ground those first few months. They trust his decisions, because he's proved that he can help us stay alive."

Lexa nodded, "Maybe he has more in common with me than he likes to admit. We both are leaders, we both have people to protect, we've both had to be ruthless, been betrayed."

"They say that the people we like the least," Clarke said, "Are the ones that remind us of our own failings. Maybe when you made your decision at Mount Weather, it made him aware of what he was capable of. He pulled the lever too, you know. He is as much of a Wanheda as I am. That must have left its mark."

Lexa nodded, "I should talk to him."

"Octavia could help him get to Polis," Clarke said.

"No," Lexa argued, "If there is to be a revolution, I want to be there to help the both of you achieve it."

Clarke sighed, "You're not going to back down, are you? Even if you're going to put yourself in danger by coming with me."

Lexa shook her head, with a smile, "I'll always be with you, Clarke. I'm not going to leave you any sooner than I need to."

Clarke nodded, "Ok. But maybe we should arrange a meeting ahead of time with Pike. So that at least you can come to Arkadia without being instantly made a prisoner?"

Lexa nodded, "We can try at least."

"Heda," the next Flamekeeper said, "Wanheda. The ambassadors have arrived."

"Send them up," Lexa commanded before sitting down on her throne. Clarke could tell that she was exhausted. Her forehead creased with pain, and she closed her eyes momentarily, breathing deeply. Clarke took her hand.

"Lexa?" Clarke asked.

Lexa looked up at her, not attempting a reassuring smile because she knew Clarke had seen her grimace, her tiredness, her pain.

"I'll be ok," Lexa told her, "I'll keep the meeting short, then I'll rest. Before we start planning our journey to Arkadia."

"We won't be leaving for a few days," Clarke said, "It will take a few days to arrange guards and provisions for the journey. And well, the natblidas have asked me to play football with them again, and I want to keep my promise. You need time to rest anyway."

Lexa nodded, before suggesting, "And maybe I could learn football, too?"

Clarke smiled, "You really want to learn football?"

"Of course," Lexa said, "It would be a good way to improve my strategy, and to teach it too. I could get the generals to continue it with the natblidas after I leave."

Clarke grinned at the idea as the ambassadors and generals spilled into the room. With a nod of reassurance from Lexa, Clarke took her seat at Lexa's left-hand side, in the circle of chairs placed on the floor below the throne platform.

"Ambassadors of the thirteen clans," Lexa began, "We assemble here to discuss just one matter. Today we will be voting to change the natblida laws- to change the conclave from a fight to the death, to a fight to the surrender. I am sure you have had plenty of time to discuss with your leaders and clan generals. Are there any queries?"

The ambassadors looked at each other uncertainly, not sure if anyone would dare to comment. It was true that they'd had plenty of days to contemplate the vote and talk with their seniors. Lexa had planned the meeting initially for the day after the fight with Ontari. The extra three days had given plenty of the ambassadors enough time to ride back to their homelands to talk to their leaders in person.

"Good," Lexa said, "Then we shall vote now. All those in favour of changing the law, please raise your hands."

Clarke raised her hand and looked around the room. The ambassadors were slow to raise their hands at first, and Clarke suspected that the majority of them sat on the fence when it came to this matter. The Floukru ambassador was the first to raise his hand and Clarke suspected that it was because the head of their clan had fled from the conclave. Having a pacifist as a clan leader no doubt shaped their views on the matter.

The next clan ambassador to raise his hand was, somewhat surprisingly, the Ice Nation ambassador. At first Clarke and the other ambassadors shared a confused look but after a moment's thought it became clear to them why Ice Nation had made this decision. The current laws had turned children into murders, or wannabe murderers like Ontari. Ice Nation had too many Ontaris and had seen the effect of those individuals on their society. King Roan was clearly not his mother, he didn't want to have his army filled with warmongers, instead he wanted trustworthy soldiers. And he was probably hoping that he'd get out of the best natblidas to protect his lands- given Ice Nation thought of themselves as royal and above everyone else. Even the Commander sometimes.

Five clans raised their hands in quick succession following Ice Nation's declaration and Clarke felt a pang form in her chest. There were now seven votes for the new law. They had the majority. Knowing this, three more clans raised their hands hurriedly but Clarke knew that Lexa had taken note of the ones who had failed to support her or who had taken a long time to answer.

"The votes has passed," Lexa announced, "At the next conclave, the natblidas will fight to the surrender, with the last one to back down becoming the next Heda. The other natblidas will be assigned to protect clan lands dependent on their performance in the conclave, family ties and personal choices. Thank you. Meeting adjourned."

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Lexa felt that the passing of the new laws merited a party.

Following the meeting, Clarke decided to write a letter to her mother and had paid a warrior's second to deliver it in secret to Octavia. It detailed the new laws and Lexa and Clarke's plan to travel to Arkadia to meet with Pike and Bellamy. Clarke hoped her mom would receive the letter before they set off for the Ark station but she knew that Pike had tightened security even more since she left. No doubt Pike had also heard about Lexa's injuries and Clarke's role in her recovery, and the talk of Clarke and Lexa's relationship which had been buzzing in and out of Polis market since the solo gonplei. Pike was likely going to arrest her for helping the grounder's commander, she just hoped he wouldn't use it as an excuse to arrest her mom, Kane and Octavia too.

It was dark when Clarke finally returned to her room- well, Lexa's room, actually, but it had become her room too now. What struck her as most odd was the lack of lit candles in the room- usually Lexa only had a few lit when she slept, but she was not asleep at all. That meant she was out- probably in the throne room. Clarke hoped she wasn't still handling grounder business. Clarke knew that Lexa often got up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and sat pondering her responsibilities over and over in her mind. It had worried her at first, but Clarke knew she always fell asleep eventually. She'd often found her curled up on the sofa in the mornings, a stack of books and paperwork by her side.

Clarke walked up the flight of stairs to the throne room, pausing for a moment as the guards opened the doors. She was shocked when she saw what Lexa had done to the throne room. There were four tables full of food- a buffet, with several small dishes, cakes mostly, but some savoury foods too- ones Clarke recognised as being similar to fries, or pretzels or cheese pastries, but others too that were only found in Polis and had been designed specifically for the commander.

"Finally!" Nadia yelled as she raced towards Clarke and Lexa looked up apologetically from the rug where she was sitting with Aden, playing what looked like some sort of board game crossed with marbles. Clarke couldn't tell who was winning but from the look on Aden's face it appeared that he was doing well at whatever the game was.

Clarke joined Lexa on the rug as the other natblidas raced around them playing whatever was considered a normal childhood game in Polis. She suspected their games included grounder v.s. mountain man, and probably grounder v.s. Skaikru- not that they'd ever admit to the later in front of Clarke and Lexa.

"The guards have been arranged and food has been ordered," Lexa announced, "I've arranged for our fastest and strongest horses to be shoed and groomed. All that remains to be arranged is clothes and new furs for my tent."

Clarke frowned, "Clothes?"

Lexa nodded, "Yes, if I'm staying in Arkadia for a while I'll need more clothes. Non-battle clothes, in particular. I do like my Heda uniforms and armour- but … well, I don't want people to think I'm a moment away from declaring war when I'm trying to negotiate peace with them. The more I look like one of them, the greater the chance I will have of convincing them to work with me."

Clarke nodded, "It could help. But I don't think it's necessary."

Lexa shrugged, "It's no trouble to arrange. And if you need anything then don't hesitate to ask for it."

Clarke smiled, "Thank you, Lexa."

"No problem," Lexa said, "Oh, and Clarke, the natblidas and I have a surprise for you."

Clarke frowned as Lexa led her towards one of the buffet tables.

"Is that?" Clarke asked in shock, "Is that pizza?"

Lexa nodded as she looked proudly at the pizzas her and the natblidas had made, following Octavia's recipe. Lexa hadn't cared to ask how someone who'd lived under floor boards for sixteen years knew the recipe for pizza. That probably explained the slight charring and the odd flavour combinations- orange segment and chorizo, which Clarke assumed was meant to be ham and pineapple- but some details had been misinterpreted and altered due to the fact that Polis was still affected by the seasonality.

"It's lovely," Clarke said, as she tried not to grimace at the flavour of the orange and chorizo combining.

Lexa and Aden shared a grin before Aden burst out laughing.

"It's a joke one, silly," Nadia said, "Not a real pizza."

Lexa smiled as Clarke shook her head. Lexa, a prankster? She'd never thought that could be possible. But then again, since living in Polis she'd seen a completely different side to the girl. Instead of being emotionless and ruthless, she'd seen Lexa as vulnerable and innocent, and a victim in some ways- although she never identified as one. She'd seen Lexa take on the role of big sister and mother to her natblidas, and saw how seriously she took her duty to them. Most strikingly Clarke had seen the moments when Lexa was nothing more than a twenty-two year old girl who wanted fun and freedom in her life and had loved her even more if it was possible to.

"I'm going to get you back, you know," Clarke promised her, "One of these days I'm going to tell you a bandit has run away with all your candles or that your stylist has run out of glitter shampoo, and then you'll never prank me again!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Lexa replied, a grin appearing a few moments later.

"Heda's smiling again," Nadia announced merrily as Clarke and Lexa shared a look that spoke a thousand words.

Clarke would never be Costia, but she was now just as important in Lexa's eyes, and for Clarke there had been no one who'd even gotten close to Lexa's level. She had brought Lexa back in a multitude of ways and everyone had benefited from it and she was so grateful to have the opportunity to do that.

"Ok, truce," Clarke said.

"Only if you teach me football," Lexa countered.

Clarke rolled her eyes, "Ok, let's teach Heda football then. Ok, who wants to be on team Wanheda, and who wants to be on team Heda?"

Lexa frowned. Of course, it seemed odd, the natblidas were all sworn to her and now they were being asked to choose a different side. But of course, they understood the rules and neatly arranged themselves into two teams- Ashya with Clarke and Aden with Lexa and Nadia eventually choosing Lexa too.

"Traitors," Lexa accused Clarke's team, but the grin on her face told them that she understood the game now and there was nothing more than competitive rivalry here.

"Ok," Clarke said, "Who wants to explain the rules to Heda?"

"Football's really simple," Aden began, "Basically there are two teams, and a ball, and to score a goal you have to kick the ball into the rival teams goal. Whoever scores the most goals wins. Oh, and you need people to defend the goal and people who will try to score the goals. Attack and defence."

Lexa nodded in understanding, "Attack and defence, simple."

Clarke smiled lightly as she saw Lexa's eyes light up with competitiveness. There hadn't been competitiveness or rivalry between her and Lexa before, mostly because they'd been working together as a team to solve their problems, but rivalry seem natural to them and Clarke soon found herself being sucked into that emotion.

"Ok, first you shake hands," Aden continued, "Then the game begins."

Lexa and Clarke nodded as they moved towards the centre of the 'pitch'. The natblidas had arranged some wine goblets to form goal posts and Clarke smiled as she remembered being told off by Aden for trying use Lexa's candles before.

Lexa and Clarke shook hands and Clarke could see a mischievous glint in Lexa's eyes, she cussed her teachers on the Ark for not including strategy in her earth skills lessons. She definitely could have used some tuition in that now.

Lexa was the first one to strike, carefully manoeuvring the ball away from Clarke and passing it to one of her young team mates. Clarke gave Lexa an impressed look- the girl was still in pain and injured yet she was just as lightning fast and agile as usual. Clarke recalled being almost out competed by the younger natblidas and as much as she didn't want to admit it, there was a good chance that Lexa's team would win.

And fifteen minutes later, after Lexa's team had scored two goals, it seemed like that outcome would be a reality.

Lexa gave Clarke a smug look as she readied herself to make another shot at the goal and that was when Clarke decided to act. She moved to block and tackle Lexa, a move she'd been avoiding out of fear that Lexa might be injured if she fell, but observing her that afternoon, she knew Lexa was still as strong as ever, and the pain didn't affect her judgements, even if she was a little tired and achy still.

Clarke managed to get the ball away and Ashya caught it, but Lexa used her tackle against causing her to fall to floor, Lexa falling too- being caught in Clarke's arms. Lexa let out a raucous laugh which Clarke also returned, and she was sure she saw the natblidas give each other shocked looks. Lexa never laughed, and Clarke and the natblidas had never heard her laugh like that before.

"Heda?" a familiar voice asked and Lexa and Clarke turned to face the doorway, where Octavia stood, a grin on her face.

"I watched football games with Bellamy," Octavia began, "I think that was a foul, Clarke. Which means Lexa gets a penalty."

Clarke was sure she saw Lexa's team cheer, "Did my mom get my letter?"

Octavia shook her head, "No, Pike has strengthened the defences too much for me to even get close to Arkadia on horseback. I wouldn't have reached her on foot before you arrived there yourselves. As for meeting with Bellamy and Pike- that's unlikely to happen- not unless you march on Arkadia. I know Bellamy doesn't want to see either of you. But Bellamy and Pike are just trying to protect their people- if you offered them a deal, to show that grounders aren't a threat, and to really prove it to them, they might change their minds."

Lexa shook her head, "We offered them the position of 13th clan, we repealed the tradition of blood must not have blood. We have offered all we can. I have given all I can without threatening my position as Heda- maybe someone should remind Pike that the next Heda may not be so nice."

"Doubtful," Octavia said, casting her eyes on the mini-Heda who watched the conversation between the three older girls with a mixture of awe and nervousness. This was high politics, something they were trained in but rarely glimpsed.

"Well if an offer won't work," Clarke said, "Then we need a careful threat. Something to incentivise them. Something that works alongside blood must not have blood but also gets the point across that we won't stand for this."

Lexa nodded, "Yes, Clarke. I will think of something. But Octavia is right, we must march with a full army. Hopefully Pike will take up any ultimatums before the twelve clans have to lay waste to Arkadia."

Clarke nodded, "But if you are forced to…"

"I will offer your mother and Chancellor Kane positions here," Lexa said, "We need more medics and diplomats. In fact, perhaps those offers might incentivise others to work with us rather than against us. Real jobs, community, safety and real food, of course."

Clarke smiled, remembering the time they'd been travelling with the Ice Queen's body back to Arkadia and Clarke had offered Lexa one of her last remaining ration packs. Lexa had looked at in disgust before summoning her servants who prepared them fresh fish with herbs. Clarke recalled how many of her people had liked mount weather initially because of the food, as funny as it sounded, perhaps the key to convincing the delinquents to change their minds lay with a nice homecooked meal.

"I will think about it later," Lexa said, "First, I need to defeat Clarke."

"Octavia?" Clarke asked.

Octavia rolled her eyes, "I'll referee."

"Coward," Clarke complained as Lexa sized her up again with an adorable grin, as the natblidas fell into an organised formation around her.

"I'm not going to let you win this," Clarke announced.

"I don't need your permission to win, Clarke," Lexa countered, "I'm just going to anyway."

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Four Days Later

A lot had happened in the four days since the vote. The ambassadors had returned home, as the council would not be meeting for the next month. Regiments of soldiers had been called to Polis from each of the twelve clans- forming an army of roughly ten thousand. Provisions had been bought and weapons ready.

And now Clarke and Lexa were on their way to Arkadia, to face Pike and Bellamy and everything they threw at them.

Clarke couldn't deny that she was feeling nervous, but having Lexa by her side made things easier. Lexa smiled over at her whenever she looked her way. Clarke thought back to how insistent she'd been at first that Lexa didn't accompany her- she knew now that they'd both made the right choice. Riding from Polis, alone, without Lexa, would have too painful. Not only because Clarke would have missed and worried about her but also because she would have been lonely and afraid and had no one to turn to for support. She needed Lexa, even though that thought would have previously filled her with fear.

Lexa had come to an ultimatum with regards to Arkadia. The Ark needed to hand over Pike and the others who had killed her army and destroyed the village. They would then stand trial- with half of the jury from Arkadia and half from the clans. If found guilty they'd be flogged- twenty lashes each. Then Arkadia would help Lexa and her people rebuild the destroyed village, using Arkadian technology to provide running water, sanitation and electricity to improve the villagers' quality of life.

If Arkadia refused to hand over Pike and his people and elect a new leader, Lexa and her army would lay waste to Arkadia. Although Lexa said she would spare the children and the elderly, and any medics who yielded.

Clarke admired Lexa's ability to come up with such a good plan. It was one that she knew he people were likely agree to. One that sounded like the start of real peace between them and the grounders. Lexa had shown that she could be merciful and fair, whilst not jeopardising her people. She'd given Arkadia a chance to be a part of a solution rather than decimating them immediately. And best of all, she'd presented them with an opportunity to work together, showing them that they could be allies.

"Clarke?" Lexa began in an unusually uncertain voice, "Do you think that Ashya might be related to me?"

Clarke shrugged, "I don't know. But my mother could find out, if you'd like?"

Lexa sighed, "I don't know. I feel like my people could benefit from Arkadia's technology, but we've gone nearly a century without any of those resources. And we view family different here- a part of me says I should accept her as my sister, just because she is Trikru."

Clarke nodded, "Whatever happens she'll always be your family. Like all of the natblidas."

"And you," Lexa added.

Clarke frowned a little, and Lexa nodded.

"We should be family, Clarke," Lexa announced, "I can talk to my people about the special days, see which one would be most suitable for us, if you like?"

Clarke smiled. Marrying Lexa? Or whatever version of marriage the grounders had? Yes, she wanted that more than anything!

"Yes, I would like that," Clarke said with a smile.

Clarke and Lexa rode together over the hill side, seeing Arkadia below them. Yes, they would be married, as soon as the war was over. Then her mom and Kane and her friends could come to Polis for the ceremony. She couldn't wait for them to get to know her natblida family, and to get to see the real Lexa too. The girl between the raccoon mask and fancy armour. The girl who was obsessed with candles, named her daggers, who was super competitive at football, and who fell asleep reading. The girl who was an older sister, a mother and a lover but still had a certain childlike aura about her at times- an aura that only those closest and most trusted were allowed to glimpse.

Clarke and Lexa stopped in trepidation, noticing a figure approaching them- Kane.

The man gave them a warm smile as Clarke and Lexa shared a look before deciding it was ok to dismount from their horses.

"Commander," Kane began, "Your scouts have brought your terms to our council. They have voted- Pike and Bellamy and the others will stand trial. We will help to build the village again- Raven has already drawn up some plans to tap into the local dam, once it is repaired, to create an irrigation system for the surrounding fields. Our elections will be taking place in two days' time. Pike was not pleased that the people had voted against him, but you must understand the initial election was not a landslide win. There are many who are strongly against him- mostly the hundred, surprisingly enough. Clarke, your mother and I will be running for election, but I also wondered if you want to compete? I know it's usually only open to over twenty-ones but in your situation, we could make an allowance."

Clarke shook her head, "No, I want to stay in Polis, as our ambassadors."

Kane smiled as he looked at the two girls, "I understand. And Commander, Abby says yes. She gives you both her blessing, but tells you that if you do anything like you did at Ton DC or Mount Weather again, she will kill you."

Lexa smiled, "You can reassure her that I will keep my promises to Clarke. I will not make those mistakes again."

Kane nodded, "You and your army must be tired. Come, join us. We have a lot to discuss."

Lexa gave Clarke a worried look but she just nodded. If Kane said it was safe, she believed him.

Lexa and Clarke walked together down the hill side, several generals following close behind.

Arkadia. Clarke was going back, home? No, Polis was home.

Lexa was home.

But at least for a little while both her worlds could be together, at long last.

And everything was beginning to feel right again.

Clarke looked at Lexa who took her hand.

Yes, this was everything she'd ever wanted. The Earth she had longed for during those eighteen years on the Ark.

This was where she belonged.

THE END