Clarke began to stir. She stretched slowly and then opened her eyes. At first she thought the light that shined in through the entrance gave the room a beautiful aura, but instead it just gave her a migraine. She quickly placed her hand over her eyes and turned her head.
She looked around through the cracks of her fingers and then froze. Seeing Lexa asleep in the chair put Clarke into shock. What she thought was a simple dream from the alcohol really happened last night. She jumped at the sight, causing herself to flip out of bed and squeal, "Oh my god!"
Knocking over a small table of Lexa's things as she fell off the bed, the noise that sounded caused Lexa to jump up.
Her eyes flashed open looking around for the cause. Then it all clicked, "Clarke? Was that you?"
Clarke peered up from the side of Lexa's bed.
With a look of apology from waking her up Clarke muttered, "Yeah."
Lexa grabbed her crutch and pulled herself up, "You alright?" Looking to see if she needed help.
Clarke now repositioned the table and placed the belongings back on it. She clutched the side of the bed and climbed back on to her feet. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
Lexa smirked, "Good." The room remained quiet as the commander walked over to a cabinet and she began pulling bottles out from it. Pouring different liquids in a glass, she turned back around and limped her way over to Clarke. "Drink this. It will help with the pain."
Clarke feeling awkward about the night before spoke, "Oh I'm not in pain from falling, thank you but—"
"No, the pain from the alcohol."
Now understanding, "Oh the hangover," she muttered. "Thank you," she took the glass from the commander and sipped on it, scrunching her face from its pungent taste.
Lexa poured herself a glass of water and took the medicine Clarke prescribed for her leg during the daytime. "Cheers."
Clarke giggled to herself and then decided that they needed to talk. "Lexa I think I need to explain myself."
The brunette looked up, "For what?"
"Well the way I acted…"
Lexa smiled lightly, "I don't think of you any different if that's what you are worried about. You had one to many glasses of whatever it was you were drinking. Winter celebrations got the best of you."
The blonde shook her head, "Yes but it doesn't justify the way I treated you and came onto you."
"Do you see me complaining?" She got Clarke to laugh and continued, "As long as you know that I would never take advantage of you at such a time, then you don't have to explain yourself. The alcohol does that to a person."
Clarke nodded.
Then Lexa walked slowly over to Clarke, "But I feel as if I have to stress something to you."
Clarke looked into her eyes.
"Everything that I said last night was true. If I were to choo—"
"Heda! Heda!" Indra came in shouting loudly and breathing heavily as if she had been running.
Lexa turned around and placed the crutch behind her back. "Indra what is it?"
Indra shot a questioning look to Clarke who was standing in her commander's tent early in the morning. She decided not to ask. "Heda, skaikru have arrived. They come baring guns and yelling threats if we don't prove the sky girl's here."
Clarke's mouth dropped and she turned to Lexa, "How could you?"
Lexa didn't get a chance to explain as Clarke ran out of the tent, but only to run in the sight of Bellamy and Kane. They simultaneously called her name, "Clarke!" They ran towards her.
Soon enough Abby, Octavia, Lincoln, and Raven appeared with a group of guards behind them.
They were quickly surrounded by warrior grounders with arched bows, swords and knives.
Bellamy was the first to reach Clarke. He wrapped his hands around her and picked her up. As much as she wanted to run in the opposite direction, she squeezed him tightly. She was happy to see him. Bellamy was the one who pulled the lever with her at Mount Weather. He always supported her and proved to be a good friend since the drop ship.
"I can't believe your alive." He said as he placed her back on the ground. He then corrected himself, "No I could believe that. Only Clarke Griffin would be able to survive three months on her own."
Clarke Griffin.
That was something she had not been called in a while. It was hard to hear but familiar and soothing.
The rest of her friends approached her. Quickly hugging her to make way for the one person who was worried sick…Abby.
Face to face, Clarke looked at the woman before her as her eyes welled up. "Mom.." she whimpered.
Abby held out her arms and grabbed her daughter tightly, "Oh Clarke. I thought I lost you again."
Clarke took in her mother's scent and buried herself within the embrace.
The reunion was brief.
Lexa walked out, in full commander apparel and war-paint now coated her face. To her right and left were Abner and Indra. Clarke noticed she was not carrying the crutch and walking with pride. She signaled for her archers and warriors to stand down with a swift hand signal.
Everyone stood quiet.
She boomed from the very depth of her throat, "What is the meaning of you baring guns and threatening my people?"
Bellamy held up his gun and began pointing it at Lexa. She showed no sign of fear and only tightened her jaw with aggravation.
"What is the meaning?!" He screamed. "You notify us that Clarke is in Ton-DC and then we hear nothing back?! What did you think was going to happen? Did you think we would leave her here with you? A bunch of savages!" Kane reached for Bellamy to stop him, but he jerked away and continued to raise the gun at the commander.
Finally Clarke made her way over to her raging friend and placed her hand on his arm, "Bell, calm down."
Lexa waited for him to lower his gun.
It took him a minute, but with Clarke's help, it was possible.
She then proposed, "Perhaps we can discuss this somewhere else?" She saw Abby and Kane nod in agreement. "You may bring your guards for your assurance of protection, however I have one condition."
She walked boldly over to Bellamy and glared in his eyes, "I would warn you to never threaten or point your weapon at me or my people again." He turned his head in defiance and laughed loudly. Ready to face her again and say something arrogant in return, he was met in the face with the commander's fist.
He dropped right to the ground and was knocked out easily.
She watched as Clarke moved down to his side and checked his face.
Lexa looked to her guards, "Please put him in a cell until we finish our discussion. I fear he will cause much unwanted interruption and I do not trust him among our people."
Octavia went to step forward in objection but Lincoln grabbed her by the wrist and shook his head.
Guards came and picked up Bellamy's motionless body and carried him off to a nearby holding cell.
Clarke gave a disappointing look to Lexa who completely disregarded it. She shook the pain from her hand and met eyes with Kane and Abby, "Shall we."
The commander, generals, and her many guards walked towards the war tent. The sky crew followed behind her.
