A/N: Hey guys, I'm falling asleep as I'm writing this but this has been one of the easiest chapters to write lately, fair warning thought there may be a few mistakes. A lot of people have been giving me different opinions on what they want to happen, and also whether not they want all lighthearted or come problems to happen. So, I decided to play it by ear, and then this chapter happened though. Just so you know, you'll understand when you finish the chapter but, don't worry, ok? Please let me know what you think guys and enjoy! xx
"What's going on?!" Clarke yelled out as she dashed out into the hallway, having being woken by the commotion of raised voices in the tower.
Roan appeared in front of her, closely shadowed by Aden and the other night bloods, "The Desert Clan is attacking the capital, we're not sure why but because of the timing-"
"They've lost faith in Lexa's leadership because she's marrying me?" Clarke finished sadly, ushering the night bloods into hers and Lexa's room before pulling the door shut and pulling over a group of warriors running past, telling them to guard the room with their lives.
Roan nodded to her, "It seems that way, Lexa is in the market now trying to turn them back, accompanied by Ontari, Lincoln and Octavia I believe."
"What about Raven and Cal? And why was I not woken?" She asked angrily.
Shaking his head, Roan held up his hands defensively, "Don't shoot the messenger Clarke, it was Lexa's orders, she wanted to keep you as far from the fighting as possible. Raven and Cal remained in their room, although Ontari insisted on a group of loyal Azgeda warriors being set to guard the door before she would go anywhere."
Clarke grinned, "I bet she did. Take me to them?"
Tilting his head, he gave a pointed look to her night clothes, "You're hardly dressed for battle Clarke."
Rolling her eyes she told him to wait before dashing back into her room and grabbing her armor and sword from the chest it was stored in, ducking back out as she strapped the various pieces into place.
"Happy now?" She asked sarcastically.
"Ecstatic." He deadpanned as they rushed through the tower, forced to take the stairs with the elevators out of operation during the siege on the city.
When they finally burst through the doors, Clarke was taken aback by the carnage they witnessed, with half the surrounding area up on flames and fallen warriors lying still in the street.
"This is good." Roan muttered to himself, surprising Clarke who wondered how this could ever in a million years be considered good. When he noticed her confusion her explained to her in a louder voice, "When I entered the tower on Lexa's orders to move the kids, they were fighting here on the step, she's pushed them back a good amount."
Clarke smiled gratefully, "Now that I did understand, where are they then?"
"Listen." Came the simple reply.
Clarke cocked her head to the side and strained her ears, withing moments picking up on the sounds of steel crashing together and the fierce battle cries as each side charged each other. Again and again.
She took off immediately, Roan hot on her heels, determined to protect her for the sake of everyone. If Lexa ever lost Clarke then there was no telling what she would do.
It didn't take them long to reach the front lines. Up and down the streets, the loyal warriors of Lexa's coalition held a line, keeping the Desert warriors at bay. But their show of strength was nothing compared to the four warriors fighting shoulder to shoulder at the forefront of the coalition army. Lexa and Ontari were fighting back to back, twisting and turning in perfect sync with each other as Octavia and Lincoln did the same of the other side, making steady headway against the deserts people.
When Lexa caught sight of Clarke she visibly clenched her jaw but let it pass, knowing that stopping to argue was far more likely to lead to them getting killed, although she did make a not to kill Roan later for bringing her out here into the fighting she specifically said that Clarke was to be kept away from.
It didn't take long for the group to adjust to the extra two fighters, Roan took up a place by Ontari's side, slashing away at a breathtaking speed. Clarke on the other hand, soon realized that she was far more use if she stayed back a few paces and parried any surprise attacks coming in from the side. In that way, the three of them managed to keep forcing the line back step by step, until they were almost at the city gate.
As the last few Desert warriors dashed out of the gate, yelling promises over their shoulders to return to relieve the false commander of duty, Octavia let her attention wander for a moment.
She was caught up in watching Lincoln, who had broken away slightly to deal with some stragglers moving through the gate. Whilst worriedly watching over another, she forgot that with Lincoln that far there was no one watching her back, and one of the few Desert people left in the city jumped on her back. They were holding a heavy rock in their hand, the size of a small bowling ball, and they brought it down viciously on her head. She fell to the ground immediately and they managed to get a few more hits in before Lexa broke away from the group of warriors she was locked in combat with to plunge her sword through his chest.
After that, the last few took off and the warriors of the coalition started celebrating. Even as Clarke tearfully dropped to her knees beside Octavia and Lincoln pulled his hand away from her head, his fingers coated in her blood.
"Clarke you have to help her!" He said desperately, clutching at Clarke's arm.
Ontari and Lexa both gently took one of his arms and pulled them from Clarke's to allow her to work, kneeling down on either side of Lincoln.
"Roan, the clean up is now your responsibility." Lexa ordered quickly as she saw one of her warriors attempting to approach her.
"Sha Heda." His voice rang out immediately before he headed off to deal with the mundane tasks so she could focus on being there for her friends.
Tentatively, Clarke reached out and placed her fingers against Octavia's neck, near collapsing with relief when she felt the only slightly slowed pulse that was beating there.
Next her hands went to the top of Octavia's head to where the blood was originating from, she winced when she saw the wide split in the skin but was once again relieved, on balance Octavia had been very lucky.
"Lincoln she isn't going to die." Clarke said confidently, nodding to Lexa to confirm that she was in fact telling the truth. "But we need to get her back to the tower so I can treat her properly ok?"
Ignoring the tears that were pooling in his eyes, Lincoln nodded and slipped his arms underneath Octavia, pulling her close to her body as he stood up before starting their walk back to the tower.
"Interesting wording choice." Ontari noted, as the three of them walked behind Lincoln. At Ontari's words, Lexa tilted her head to look at Clarke curiously.
"It was what he needed to hear, plus it wasn't lie, she isn't going to die." Clarke said quietly, more subdued than Lexa had ever seen her.
"If she isn't going to die then why do you seem so unhappy Clarke?" Lexa asked quietly, being careful so that Lincoln wouldn't hear them.
Clarke shook her head, "I might be worrying for nothing, but this is a nasty head wound, I don't know what kind of other affects that might have."
"Like what?" Lexa asked, as always grounding Clarke and calming the worst of her nerves.
Taking a deep breath Clarke looked ahead to where Lincoln was cradling Octavia against him as though she was the most precious thing in the entire world, although really she was in his world.
"The fact is, with a wound like this, there's a chance she just might not wake up."