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"Clarke, hey Clarke!" She span around to see Ontari jogging to catch up with her, "Can I talk to you?"

Clarke nodded quickly and motioned for her to head into the council room that they were walking past, as she took a seat she nodded for Ontari to take a seat opposite her. "What is it Ontari?" She asked curiously.

Resting her arms on the table, Ontari cleared her throat before meeting Clarke's eyes nervously, "I want to take Cal with us when we leave for TonDC." She said eventually, searching Clarke's eyes for a reaction.

Clarke stared at her for a few moments before recovering from her initial shock, "Look Ontari, don't take this the wrong way, but you only met him yesterday and I'm not sure how my people would react to this."

Ontari sighed in frustration and tugged at the ends of her hair, "I know that Clarke, but I've been talking him today and... He said he feels alone and unloved, the exact way I have felt my whole life. I don't want to just disappear and leave a child behind who's hurting."

"He lost his parents, of course he feels that way, but he is being looked after here." Clarke argued reasonably.

Shaking her her, Ontari just laughed, "He his being kept alive here, he's not living Clarke. The woman who takes care of him doesn't care, he's just one more mouth to feed. I can't leave here like this."

Clarke examined her face closely, "If we do this, we are going to so it smart. You need to spend every moment with that kid until we leave so that everyone sees that your his best shot for a happy childhood."

Ontari's eyes widened, "You're really saying yes? Thank you Clarke!"

"Don't thank me yet, this stays between us until the day after tomorrow, and the final decision will be made then. You need to dissociate yourself with Skaikru's view of Azgeda so that I can safely remove the boy from this camp without uproar. Understand?"

Ontari nodded determinedly, "I understand, I can do this."

"You also need to run this by Lexa." Clarke added, "You're one of her night bloods, and this is a massive responsibility. Her permission will be necessary for this to go ahead."

Agreeing instantly, Ontari stood up quickly, "I'll ask her now."

Clarke laughed, shaking her head lightly, "Come with me then, Lexa decided to announce the start of my training before and so I think she's about to get Lincoln to beat me to death with a stick, come and watch, I'm sure there will be time to speak to her privately as well."

Smiling at her amused, Ontari followed Clarke as she led them out of the main building and round to the back which had become to official training grounds for the camp, seeing as since their arrival there had been someone training there every day.

Lexa looked up from her book and smiled happily when she saw the two of the approaching, gesturing for Ontari to sit next to her and for Clarke to stand in front of them. She arched an eyebrow at Clarke who shifted nervously, smirking subtly as she watched the blonde eye Lincoln who was walking towards them carrying a heavy sword.

"Lexa you said we were going to be fighting with staffs?" Clarke whined, backing away as Lincoln came closer and closer, nose to nose he started into her eyes and then tossed the sword to Lexa who caught it easily, grinning in amusement at Clarke who visibly let out a sigh of relief. "That wasn't funny." Clarke growled, pretending to be annoyed.

Octavia bounded over, kissing Lincoln on the cheek before sitting in the space next to Lexa on the fallen tree trunk they were using as a bench, "It was a bit funny Clarke, for one why would Lexa have you chopped into little pieces? I'm sure that would make things far less fun in the bedroom."

Lexa elbowed her in the ribs, "I'm beginning to wonder why I haven't had you chopped into little pieces yet."

Grinning, Octavia pointed towards Lincoln, "Because there's no way my amazing fiancé would do that. Plus you love me too much." She chuckled, winking at Lexa.

Deadpan, Lexa kept eye contact with Octavia as she spoke to Ontari who was sat on the other side of her, "Ontari, do you have your sword with you?"

"Sha Heda." The Azgeda girl grinned, watching Octavia pale slightly as she lost her cocky edge, knowing Lexa wouldn't have her killed but she might just order Ontari to beat the hell out of her.

Lexa grinned and patted Octavia's arm mockingly, "Maybe not today, I only recently had my boots cleaned."

Clarke shook her head with a smiled and waved her arms to get their attention, "Ok then, now the usual death threats have been exchanged, can we get started? Because it's freezing and you told me I wouldn't need a jacket."

Chuckling, Lexa nodded to Lincoln who picked up two staffs that were resting against the log, handing one to Clarke and then started to take her through basic motions, how to block and then strike her own blow.

As they went through the motions, Octavia looked at Lexa curiously, "I thought you would be training Clarke yourself."

Lexa smiled, "I will be, but I have no desire to repeat the same lesson on basic moves that I have ran with the new night bloods every time one has arrived at Polis. Lincoln is more than capable of doing this, and then when the lessons get more interesting I will take over."

"Passing off the boring parts on someone else then?" Octavia grinned, "Or waiting for the lessons where you'll be up close and personal, eye to eye, hearts pounding?"

"Shof op Octavia." Lexa threw at her, looking at Ontari, who had been nervously shifting since Clarke had started with Lincoln, "Octavia, will you give us a minute?" She asked quietly, to her credit Octavia didn't ask questions and instead stood up straight away to go and gather some water for them when they were done with the training session. "What is it Ontari?"

Ontari turned away from watching the session to face Lexa fully, "I want to take the boy, Cal, back to Polis with us. Clarke said she would do her best to make it possible, but that as I am a night blood she would require your permission for it because he would take up a lot of my time."

"Yes." Lexa said softly.

Ontari froze in place, wondering if she had heard right, not having expected such an easy answer, "Heda?"

"When I was a child, my parents were taken by the Mountain, I remember how I felt then and I would wish it on no one. The woman who ran the place I was sent to did her best, but she couldn't help me, not the way I needed. Joining the night bloods to train finally gave me a family again, without that I would have been lost. This boy seems to truly love you, and if you care for him enough to offer your own home to become his, then you should do it. Every child deserves a home, somewhere safe and someone who loves them and will take care of them above all else, if you can give Cal that then you have my full permission too." Lexa's voice was soft and gentle, her eyes still fixed on Clarke as she spoke.

"But what about-?" Ontari started, and that was when Lexa finally turned to look her in the eye.

"Your training?" Lexa asked, waiting for Ontari to nod at her in confirmation, "You are already the strongest warrior amongst your class, so you don't need to train in combat with the others. And as for everything else? We'll work it out, but I think you need to do this, for yourself as much as the boy. And after all, compassion is one of the basic lessons I impressed on you, you seem to be more than taking it to heart."

Ontari chuckled, "Mochof Lexa."

"Pro Ontari." Lexa smiled back.

Back in Polis Aden was pacing in frustration, up and down the length of the throne room, as Roan watched from his own seat in amusement as the boy rambled to himself.

The next time the boy past, Roan reached out and caught his arm, forcing him to stop, "Aden you need to calm down ok? You're doing brilliantly and I'm sure Lexa will be very pleased with the initiative you showed in ordering repairs to the lower market from that fire we had."

"I just always feel like I'm forgetting something." Aden sighed, sitting down in the chair next to Roan's and looking at him helplessly, "I don't understand how Lexa does this. She keeps everyone happy and then still has time to spend with Clarke and visit the lower edges of the city. I've spent most of this week in here trying to keep things going on a day to day basis."

Roan laughed and patted his arm sympathetically, "I don't think any of us will ever understand the way Lexa does things, even her filing system is unfathomable to us. I tried to look for a map from Polis to TonDC yesterday, and it was as though she had deliberately put it in the most obscure place possible."

Aden grinned, "You have no idea, she gets so frustrated with us sometimes because we can't find things, but her system only seems to work for her."

Roan nodded seriously, "There's your answer Aden."

"What?" He asked confused, "I didn't asked a question."

"You wanted to know how Lexa leads, and the answer is she has a system that works for her and only her. You need to find your own Aden, but you're getting better, day by day and as long as the city is still standing when they return I am sure we will count this as a win even if minor things go wrong." Roan smiled, leaning back in his chair. "Now come on Commander, you swore that you would go down to check the progress on the repairs personally."

Aden groaned but stood up, heading for the door with a small grin playing across his lips maybe, just maybe, this time in command wouldn't be such a disaster after all.

They all winced as a swing from Lincoln caught Clarke in the side of the head, and she dropped to her knees, holding her arms up in surrender, "Ok enough, I yield, also there are two Lexa's. I'm not complaining but I think that isn't quite right. I feel like I would have noticed that by now." Clarke giggled, sounding completely dazed as she sat on the floor.

Lexa growled at Lincoln as she picked her girlfriend up off the floor and gently examined the side of her head with featherlight fingers, "What part of, show her the basics, translated to try and knock her brains loose."

"She'd have to have a brain first." Octavia muttered to Ontari who grinned.

"To be fair, they had already ran that three times and it was now that she decided to forget to duck." Ontari said, defending Lincoln who was looking nervous about what Lexa would do after he nearly knocked out her girlfriend.

"Hmmm, I was distracted." Clarke hummed happily, staring at Lexa's mouth as the brunette focused on examining the cut on the side of her head. "You're pretty." She whispered to Lexa who rolled her eyes.

"Come on Clarke, I'm going to take you to your mother because I think that might need stitches."

Luckily when they got there, Abby was free and so wasted no time in quickly patching up Clarke's face, before she turned to Lexa in exasperation as Clarke tried to take over the needle for the third time, "Do you think you could-?"

Lexa nodded quickly and crossed the room from where she had been stood by the door, taking hold of Clarke's wrists and keeping them down so Abby could work.

"Ok, you have a concussion Clarke, so I'm going to need you to stay here tonight." Abby said as she quickly did the last stitch, stepping back and placing the needle off to one side.

"No!" Clarke shook her head stubbornly, wincing slightly at the sharp pain she felt at the sudden motion, "I need to be with Lexa, she might need me."

Lexa smiled at her fondly, "Clarke, I'm right here and I can hear you, I will be fine for a night on my own, I survived just fine before you fell out of the sky to cause me all sorts of trouble."

Clarke shook her head, "No, what if they try and take you away again. There are too many guns in this camp, you need to stay with me so I can protect you."

Abby sighed and motioned Lexa to her quickly, having a short whispered conversation before they headed back over to Clarke.

"Clarke, listen to me ok?" Abby said, clicking her fingers in front of her to get Clarke's attention who was fighting tiredness to stay awake so Lexa wouldn't leave, "Ok, your concussion is very mild, so you'll be absolutely fine, but I really do need you to stay in tonight just in case and then you should be feeling much better by morning. If I let Lexa stay in here with you, will you stay put?"

Clarke nodded quickly, Lexa just smiled and climbed up onto the bed, shifting down so that Clarke could curl into her like she usually did. Whispering a thank you across the top of Clarke's head, who was already closing her eyes.

Abby stayed for a few minutes, just watching her daughter contemplatively, once Clarke was fully asleep, she looked back up at Lexa, "I'll be in the next room, just shout if you need me for anything."

"Mochof Abby." Lexa smiled softly, gently stroking her hand through Clarke's hair as the doctor retreated into the small office in the med bay where she had spent many night curled up on the beaten up, comfortable sofa.