Lexa pulled Clarke away. They went to their cabin to pack their saddlebags and lay out their armor.

"Do you think they'll fight?"

"I do not know, Klark. I will give them the opportunity to see their error."

"Thank you."

"If there is to be fighting, I would like you to stay with Jackson."

"I can't do that, Leksa."

Lexa put her saddlebag down and went to Clarke. She waited for Clarke to finish what she was doing and led her to the bed. They sat side by side, Clarke's hand between Lexa's. "I do not wish you to harm yourself any more," she said.

"You're afraid I'll lose it again."

"Sha."

"This isn't the same."

"It is. If they will not submit, there will be many deaths."

"If they don't submit, there should be. And it shouldn't all be on you. These are my people we're going after."

"Our people," Lexa reminded her.

"Our people," Clarke repeated, "and our people who are being obstinate. If they're our people, that means I have to be there beside you."

"I do not want to add to your pain, Klark."

"Knowing that you and Bellamy and Indra and the others are doing this for me, without me, will add just as much."

"Promise me that you will leave if you must, and that you will tell me."

Clarke raised their hands and kissed the back of Lexa's. "I promise."

Lexa wasn't happy about Clarke's insistence, but accepted it. She slipped her bottom hand out and slid it around Clarke's neck to pull her into a kiss. Clarke returned it, and their saddlebags were forgotten.

100 – 100 – 100

Bowie knocked on the door to wake them before they had to meet everyone in the mess hall. They shared a leisurely good morning kiss, then got up to dress. They finished with their clothes and put the rest of what they wanted in their saddlebags before helping each other get their armor and weapons on.

"Paint?" Clarke asked.

"Not until we get there. Are you ready?"

"No." Clarke stepped into Lexa's space and kissed her again. When they stopped, both were smiling.

They picked up their saddlebags and headed to the mess hall. People were already lined up for food. Clarke looked around, but didn't see Monty or Wick. A few minutes later, they came in and got in line. When Clarke saw Wick, she thought of the lights. She was about to send Braddock to get them from their cabin when Raven came in. She brought Clarke a small bag. "Extra lights and salt."

"You read my mind."

"Bring my boyfriend back in one piece."

"He won't be anywhere near the fighting, if there is any."

Raven leaned down to hug Clarke. She reached out an arm and squeezed Lexa's shoulder. "You come back safe, too."

Clarke nodded.

"I'm going back to bed. It's too damn early."

"See you soon," Clarke answered, and returned her attention to her plate.

Lexa watched Raven leave. She stopped on her way out to kiss Wick again, and when Raven went out the door, Abby and Marcus entered. They approached Lexa and Clarke. Abby bent down between them and put an arm across their shoulders. "Be careful."

"We will," Lexa answered.

Clarke looked over her shoulder at Marcus. "Raven is Bellamy's back up, so work with her."

He nodded. "Travel safely. Bring our people home."

"We will."

"Clarke."

"Don't, Mom. We'll be back soon."

"Take care of each other."

"Give our apologies to the healers. We were to sit in with them today," Lexa said.

"I think they'll understand, but I'll tell them."

"Mom, we need to talk to everyone for a few minutes before we leave."

"I know, Clarke." Abby stood up, then leaned down to kiss the top of Clarke's head. She did the same to Lexa, who couldn't cover her surprise.

As Abby and Marcus left, Clarke giggled at the pink on Lexa's cheeks and ears. "Bet you wish you could do something really badass right now."

"Shof op, Klark. It was nice."

Clarke kept smiling. "It's a mom thing. Looks like I'm sharing mine with you now, so get used to it."

"It is nice," Lexa repeated, and drained her mug. She glanced at Clarke's plate, saw the door open. Nyko came in. He tapped the warrior sitting next to Clarke, and she gathered Clarke's used things, and Lexa's when she pushed them down, and left.

Nyko sat next to Clarke. "Hands."

"I forgot."

"I know." He pulled a damp rag from somewhere and carefully wiped Clarke's hands and fingers. He blew on them to dry them.

Lexa leaned close "Looks like you have two moms," she whispered.

Nyko gave her a look, and she knew he heard her. "Mockery is not the product of a strong mind," he reminded Lexa while he slathered salve on Clarke's hands and helped her put on tight leather gloves. He picked up everything he used and stood again. "Safe travels, Heda, Skai Heda."

"Thank you, Nyko."

"Mochof."

When he was out the door, Lexa and Clarke stood and went to the front of the mess hall. All the talk died down and everyone turned to look at them.

"As we told you earlier, scout teams are out looking for other pieces of the space station," Lexa said. "One team called in a few days ago to report that they found a section, but no Skaikru. They went back to in search of them, and last night reported that Skaikru are being held as prisoners in different villages, all of which refuse to release them."

"We are going to bring them home," Clarke added. "We hope they will realize they made a mistake by defying Heda, but if they do not, we will do what we must."

Warriors pounded on the table, making a sound like war drums. Clarke shivered.

"It is time to depart," Lexa said. The pounding continued while she and Clarke walked down the center aisle. Bellamy and Indra fell in behind them, and the rest made an orderly departure.

100 – 100 – 100

The rain started a few hours after they left. Everyone pulled up their hoods and kept going. Camping that night was miserable. Everyone scrambled to put up tents and find wood for small fires in the tents. When Clarke and Lexa's tent was up and the map table unfolded, Lexa spread the map on it. She and Clarke stood side by side looking at it while their guards put up a bed and started a fire in a metal pan set in a small hole in the ground.

"Food?" Roosevelt asked.

"Get your tents set up first," Lexa instructed without looking up from the map. She put her finger on TonDC and estimated how far they traveled. "We are making good time."

"Good."

"I was not sure how quickly we would move," Lexa admitted. "I thought Skaikru might slow us."

"They've been training," Clarke reminded her.

"It shows." Lexa turned her head toward Clarke. "How are you?"

"I'm OK." Clarke leaned into her and put her head on Lexa's shoulder. "You worry too much."

"You are not worried?"

"Yes, I worry about you and everyone with us, and everyone in TonDC, and"

Lexa raised Clarke's head and silenced her with a kiss. "I do not need the complete list."

"Good, because that would take a while. How much longer?"

"Two or three days to Goshen."

"That's a name from the old world."

"Sha. It was far enough away from most of the bombs to remain intact."

"It goes further back than that." Clarke tried to remember where she heard the name. "Something to do with the christian bible."

"Sha," Lexa agreed.

"You've read it?"

"Sha, it is one of many holy books."

"We read a bunch of them in world literature. It wasn't really anything I was interested in."

"There are a few good things in each of them, but organized religion caused much friction in the old world, and survival was more important."

"Yet we still find things to kill each other over."

"As much as like to think ourselves peaceful, as a species, we are volatile and violent."

"Nearly being wiped out apparently didn't teach us a lot."

"People are afraid of what they do not understand."

"Grounders scared the hell out of us in the beginning," Clarke said.

"You frightened our people, too. Fiery crashes, missiles, incinerating warriors."

"That was self-defense," Clarke protested.

"And then you took the Mountain," Lexa finished. "Sky people are scary, too."

"We did it without the intimidating war paint, too."

"I like your war paint."

"You look homicidal in yours, so I guess it serves its purpose."

"Heda, Raven wishes to speak to Skai Heda," Braddock told them.

"Come," Lexa said.

Braddock entered the tent and handed the radio to Clarke.

"Raven."

"Clarke, Mason just called in again. He wants you to hurry."

"Did he say why?"

"No."

"Can we reach him directly?"

"Not yet."

"Get him back and find out what's going on."

"He's talking too fast."

"Get somebody to translate. Get Lincoln. Talk to him again and let us know what he says."

"I'll try."

Clarke put the radio on the map table. "We'll keep it here for now," she told Braddock.

"Should I bring food?"

"Is everyone settled?"

"Sha."

"Yes, please," Clarke answered.