Hey guys, here's chapter 12. Just a warning, this chapter is a little dark and sad at some points, but when is The 100 not dark right? But don't worry, there are also some cute moments too. Let me know what you think, your comments always urge me on and make writing this so much better. I hope you enjoy it!

Abby and Nyko ordered everyone out of the tent, except for any healers, and set to work on the two patients. Abby had been spending some of her time while she was in Polis working with Nyko, so some of her medical supplies were already there. Clarke's entire frame was wracked with bruises and gashes, the most dangerous was the gash going down her back, and the stab wound on her thigh and abdomen. The gash on her back wasn't extremely dangerous. Clarke's armor had done its job and prevented the blade from doing any long term damage, but there was still a steady stream of blood pouring out from it.

Abby was more concerned with the wound on Clarke's abdomen and she set to work cleaning around the wound and trying to figure out exactly how much damage had been done. "You're gonna be okay baby," she whispered as she proceeded tending to the wounds.

Clarke was not in good shape, but Roan was even worse. After throwing the blade that had saved Clarke, he passed out immediately. The blade had impaled his chest completely and blood was oozing out of the wound on both sides. Nyko set to work cleaning it and preparing to stitch it up.

The healers in the tent worked for hours performing emergency surgeries and suturing all the wounds that the two warriors had obtained.

/

Lexa was pacing outside of the healers tent after being forced to leave so the healers could work. She ignored anyone who tried to comfort her or speak to her. She was too lost in her own head. She could get the image of Clarke's pale, limp body out of her mind and the events of the trial kept replaying in her head.

She should have done something to stop the trials, should have worked harder to get Clarke to tell her about Nia, should have called for Nia's head. In the back of her mind she knew it was irrational, but she blamed herself for this anyway.

She was pulled out of her mind when someone approached from behind her. "Heda," he addressed.

Lexa was prepared to yell at whoever had thought it necessary to bother her, but once she recognized Flax, she calmed, "What have you learned?"

"Not much Heda. I spoke with some of the people of Azgeda. They didn't even know that Wanheda was among them while she was there."

Lexa nodded. That wasn't much of a surprise. "Yes, Nia had her disguise herself. She wouldn't want word of Wanheda's whereabouts spreading to me or to Skaikru. What else did you find?"

"There really wasn't much Heda. The only thing out of the ordinary was a man with a surplus of guards. I don't know who he was. I couldn't get close without drawing suspicion, but it seemed strange."

Lexa thought about it. Could be a lover of Nia's, although that was unlikely. It could be a family member or an important warrior or advisor that Nia would want protected. It probably wasn't much, but it couldn't hurt to dig a little deeper. "Return to Azgeda. Keep looking, and if you can, look into that man. I need you to go quickly Flax. Do not exhaust yourself, but please take the fastest horse available and stop as little as possible. I am running out of time to help Wanheda," Lexa said with urgency.

Flax recognized the urgent tones in her voice. "I will be quick Heda. I will do what I can." Lexa nodded and he was off again. Once he was gone, Lexa returned to her pacing in front of the tent, just waiting until she could see Clarke again.

/

Lexa had been outside the tent for hours when Abby and Nyko finally emerged. Abby's face was wet with tears and Lexa could feel her entire body start to cave in on itself and it was hard to breath. The look of distress on Lexa's face must have been evident as Nyko spoke quickly, "Heda, they are both alive."

Lexa closed her eyes and sighed in relief at the words. Clarke was alive. "Is she alright?" She asked, not even a little bit concerned about Roan for the time being.

"She lost a lot of blood. The stab wound to her abdomen punctured her spleen, so I had to remove it. I think we got to it fast enough to prevent her blood from being poisoned. I stitched up all of her wounds, and that's all that can be done. She is alive, but still unconscious. We have no way of knowing when she'll wake up," Abby explained. Her voice was trembling and her skin was a little paler than usual, but the news Abby delivered wasn't awful. At least Clarke was alive, and Lexa knew she was a fighter. Clarke would wake up from this.

Lexa stood a little taller and cleared her throat, trying to show at least some calm and control even though inside she was anything but. "And the Prince?"

"His injuries are much more extensive Heda. We did what we could to help him, but again there is no way of knowing when or even if he'll wake up," Nyko said.

Lexa nodded slightly, "Thank you for your hard work. Is it alright if I go and see them?"

Nyko was aware at least a little of what was going on between the Commander and Clarke, so he knew she was concerned. Abby on the other hand did not know about them, and he had a feeling she may not be too thrilled with it. "Yes of course," he said. "Abby why don't you go and get some rest?"

"I'm not leaving my daughter's side," she snapped.

"Abby, she is alive, but there is nothing more you can do for her. You don't look very well. Go and get some rest. I will send someone for you if anything happens," Nyko prodded. Abby didn't seem too pleased with the idea, but she was so tired and she wasn't feeling the best, so she reluctantly went to get some rest.

Since Abby wasn't a part of the delegation for the Summit, she had to stay in the Skaikru section of Polis. Each clan had their own sectioned off area of Polis where the warriors stayed during the Summit. Abby entered the building for Skaikru and was immediately bombarded by everyone.

"Is Clarke okay?"

"Is she alive?"

"Can we see her?"

The questions were coming from everyone, even those of Skaikru who didn't know Clarke very well. She had saved everyone from the mountain, and she was the reason that any kind of alliance existed between them and the grounders, so it made sense why people cared about her, and it touched Abby. She raised her hand and after a moment, the room quieted. "Clarke is alive." The room all took a collective sigh of relief and waited for Abby to elaborate. "She's still unconscious, but she's alive. We just have to continue on like usual and wait for her to wake up."

The room all seemed to settle down and they all dispersed to return to their normal activities. Octavia, Raven, Bellamy, Lincoln, Monty, and Harper had more questions. They asked for more details on Clarke's injuries and then the group spent some time together, just rejoicing in the fact that their friend was alive.

Meanwhile, Nyko led Lexa into his tent. Clarke and Roan were each stretched out on their own beds, their wounds stitched and wrapped up in gauze. Lexa walked up to where Clarke was lying and she pulled up a stool. "I will leave you. I will be just outside if you need anything Heda," Nyko said.

Lexa was too focused on Clarke to form any words so she just nodded. She sat down in the stool she pulled up by Clarke's head, and for the first time that day she let a few tears escape her eyes. Clarke looked beaten and battered, but she also looked peaceful and most importantly, alive. Lexa ran her hand through Clarke's hair and positioned herself so she was inches from Clarke's face. "We're not done yet," she started. "You've done so well, and you've come so far. You are not done yet Clarke. We are not done yet. I need you to keep fighting, I need you to heal, and I need you to wake up. I need you, Clarke," she whispered. She leaned down and placed a kiss to Clarke's forehead, then her cheek, then her lips, and then she returned to her forehead. She shifted the stool so she could reach for Clarke's hand and she laced their fingers together. She stayed in that tent with Clarke until her responsibilities caught up with her. She kissed the back of Clarke's hand before leaving her with Nyko. She tended to her duties and any opportunity she had she was with Clarke, waiting for her to wake up, and she would wait as long as it took.

/

All Clarke could see was darkness. It was pitch black, she couldn't talk, couldn't move, couldn't do anything. She heard a voice echoing in her mind, "We're not done yet." "Stay with me." She recognized the voice but it sounded far off. Then she remembered. There was a fight, her and Roan were there together. She had taken a few cuts and few hits that would definitely result in bruises, and then there was a dagger in her leg. Roan was there to help one second, and then the next he was impaled on a sword. Then she was fighting the pain of her own injuries and dagger pierced into her midsection. She saw Lexa approach after that, and then everything went black. Lexa. The sound of her voice echoing through Clarke's mind sounded terrified. She was begging Clarke to fight, to wake up, and Clarke was going to listen.

Clarke tried to move, tried to open her eyes, but everything was so heavy. Eventually, her eyes cracked open. It wasn't dark, but the tent that she was in kept most of the light from outside out. Her best guess was that it was early morning, but she wasn't positive. Her head was pounding and her muscles were tense and heavy. She tried to move again, but her body felt heavy, especially her legs, which was strange. Sure she had taken a dagger, but she didn't think it had been that bad. Clarke managed to lift her upper body slightly off the bed and she realized why she couldn't move.

Lexa's head was lying, asleep, on Clarke's uninjured thigh. Clarke felt her heart swell, Lexa was with her waiting for her to wake up, and she looked so undeniably peaceful. It was a rare look for the Commander and Clarke couldn't pull her eyes away. She moved slightly, to avoid waking the sleeping brunette, but that was not a good choice as Clarke felt a sharp pain shoot through her entire body. She cringed and couldn't stop her body from lurching slightly. She hoped that she hadn't moved too much, but she watched as Lexa's nose crinkled and then her eyes shot open. "Clarke?" Lexa asked softly and she moved to the head of Clarke's bed.

Clarke laid back and winced. There was really no comfortable position she could lay in with the wound on her back and her midsection. "Hey," she rasped.

Lexa heard the dry, hoarse tone of her voice and reached over to grab a cup of water. She helped to tilt Clarke's head up and helped her drink. "Thanks," Clarke said, pulling herself up higher on the bed, using the pillows that were there for support. "That was a lot harder than I was hoping it would be," Clarke admitted. She was trying to lighten the mood, but it clearly didn't have the desired effect. Lexa's eyes glossed over with a light sheen of tears and Clarke responded quickly to ease her, "Lex, hey. Shhh, I'm here, it's okay."

"I thought I was going to lose you again," Lexa whispered.

Clarke reached up to cup Lexa's cheek and she bit back a wince, "You didn't. I told you, I'm not going anywhere." She reached around to cup the back of Lexa's neck and pulled her down until their lips connected. Lexa returned the kiss willingly, but she was careful, not wanting to injure Clarke.

They separated and Lexa rested her forehead on Clarke's. "You scared me," Lexa admitted. It wasn't a something she felt often, but losing Clarke was one of the most horrifying feelings she had ever experienced.

Clarke closed her eyes and reached up cup one of Lexa's cheeks. "I'm sorry for that, I didn't mean to. I felt that dagger, and for a split second I thought it was over, and honestly, I was ready to accept that." Lexa's entire body tensed and Clarke's thumb softly rubbed against her cheek. "Nia wouldn't be able to hurt me, no one would, but then I looked at you, and I couldn't let go. I promised you I wouldn't lose and I wasn't ready to leave you, us, behind. You saved me again." Lexa closed the small space in between them and reconnected their lips in a desperate, but also gentle kiss. Clarke melted into it and for the moment, all her pain faded away.

Clarke tried to deepen the kiss and turned her body, but when she did, a pained whimper escaped her lips and Lexa immediately pulled away, "I'm sorry." Her eyes started to frantically scan Clarke's frame.

Clarke moved slowly, to lay down flatter in the bed, "It's okay. It was my fault anyway. I'm fine." Lexa's eyes didn't leave her body and Clarke had to reach out to grab her hand to gain her attention. "Lexa stop. I'm good. I lived and so did-," Clarke gasped, "Oh my god, please tell me Roan survived."

Lexa was quick to ease Clarke's fear. "He's alive. He's over behind that curtain," she pointed across the tent to where a curtain sectioned off a part of the tent. "He's still unconscious, but his wounds are more severe than yours, but it's only been two days, he'll be fin-"

"Hold on, two days?" Clarkes eyes widened.

"You've been out for two days," Lexa responded.

Clarke immediately sat up in her bed even though it hurt like a bitch to move, "I need to report to Queen Nia."

Lexa pushed Clarke's shoulders back down onto the bed, "No you don't."

Clarke tried to push back against Lexa, but with each tiny movement, a new wave a pain rolled through her, so she stopped, "Lexa, I have to. Has Nia come by and said anything?"

Lexa felt her blood boil. Clarke and Roan were her people and Nia had only been by once to check on them, and in that check up, it was clear she didn't care much for either of their well being. "She said that you are to report to her when you are ready."

Clarke pushed back against Lexa again, her face twisted in a grimace the entire time, "Then I have to go see her. In Azgeda, ready means awake. I'm awake now, so I need to report to her."

Lexa pushed down all the way and stopped Clarke from moving, "Well in Polis, ready means ready. You are not ready, and I am not letting you leave this tent. At least until you get a little more rest."

Clarke tried to argue, but as if on cue, a yawn escaped her lips. "Fine, I'll rest, but then I have to report to her."

Lexa nodded. It would have to do. She leaned down and placed a tender kiss to Clarke's lips. "Rest, Clarke," she whispered from barely an inch away from her lips. Clarke nodded and her eyes drifted shut, and within minutes she was out.

/

Clarke was standing in Nia's fortress with Nia sitting tall on her throne. "You disobeyed me Clarke," she sneered. "I told you if you spoke one word of the last Mounon to anyone then I would kill all of your people."

Clarke was on her knees begging and pleading, "My Queen. Please. I am so sorry, please give me one more chance. I will not fail you again."

"It is too late," Nia said and she stood from her throne. The next minute they were in the Mount Weather. Clarke was standing in the exact spot she had been standing when she pulled the lever to irradiate level five. She was looking up at the monitors that were focused on Arkadia. The people there were going about their lives as usual as Clarke watched.

Queen Nia was standing beside Clarke and Emerson was there. He took a seat in front of one of the computers and started typing. After a moment he looked up at Nia, "The missile is ready."

"No! Please," Clarke begged, her eyes still glued to the monitor.

"Fire it," Nia ordered. Emerson typed one final command into the computer and then sat back in his chair to watch the monitor. Clarke felt like she was a second away from passing out when the missile appeared on screen. She watched as it soared through the air and then collided with the metal infrastructure of the ark. The explosion was massive, an array of red and oranges filled the screen until the black of smoke took over. The Ark was falling apart and the entire Skaikru camp was engulfed in flames. Clarke felt tears streaming down her face and she had to close her eyes, unable to watch anymore.

When she opened her eyes again, she wasn't in the mountain anymore, she was just outside the gate of Arkadia, or at least where the gate used to be. The scent of burning flesh wafted through the air and imprinted itself inside Clarke's nose. Her stomach churned and a wave of nausea washed over her. Then the screaming registered in her mind. She took in the scene as the Skaikru who were alive stumbled around trying to find loved ones or find safety. Dead bodies and severed body parts were lying everywhere. People were crying over the bodies of those they lost or screaming out in pain from the injuries they had obtained.

Clark took a few steps forward and her heart stopped. Bellamy was on his knees holding a body in his arms. Clarke took a few steps forward to get a better look and she recognized the familiar features of Octavia. Her eyes were closed and there was blood covering the sides of her face. Her chest wasn't moving and Bellamy was shaking her. "O! O, please wake up," It was the weakest she had ever heard his voice sound.

Clarke was going to make a move to comfort him, but a high pitched scream diverted her attention. Clarke made her way over to it and found Raven leaning up against some random piece of metal. She was pale and covered in sweat and blood and she wouldn't stop screaming. Clarke approached her and Raven reached down to where her leg should have been, but it wasn't. Blood was gushing out from where her limb had been severed and she was growing paler and weaker by the second. Clarke looked around for something she could use to help when she recognized a body on the ground.

She approached the body and fell to her knees beside it. "Mom. No," she whispered. Her tears were streaming heavily down her cheeks and her entire body was trembling. She heard footsteps approach from behind her and they stopped right at her back. "I told you this would happen if you betrayed me," Nia said. "Their deaths are on you. All because you disobeyed me."

Nia's laugh was the last thing Clarke heard before her eyes flew open and her body jerked forward. Her breathing was erratic and she wasn't getting enough oxygen in her lungs. Her head was swimming as black spots appeared in her vision and her body seemed to recognize that she was in pain. A burning sensation flared up from her wounds and shot through her entire body, contorting her face in pain.

Lexa was by her side in an instant, her hands reaching out to cup Clarke's cheeks. "Clarke! Clarke, it's okay. You're safe, you're okay, it's me," Lexa cooed, but it had no effect. Clarke's breathing wasn't calming down and the look in her eyes was far off. She climbed up onto the bed behind the panicking blonde and wrapped her arms around her. Lexa was used to Clarke waking up from nightmares and she always seemed to calm down when she was being held and a little bit of pressure was applied to her chest. "Breath, Clarke. I need you to calm down for me. I'm right here, you're safe. Breath for me Clarke," Lexa said into her ear. She had held Clarke through one of these attacks many times, but none were nearly as bad as this one. "Breath with me Clarke," she said again. She took deep breaths and she applied some pressure to Clarke's midsection to tell her when to inhale and exhale.

It took a while, but Lexa finally got Clarke's breathing to slow, but she was drenched in sweat, her body was trembling, and tears were continuing to roll down her cheeks. "You're okay. I'm right here," Lexa cooed.

"L-l-lexa," Clarke stammered out.

"Shh, don't try to talk yet. Just breath." Clare did as instructed and she just sat in Lexa's embrace. Her entire body was aching and her head was screaming at her. After a while of rest, Lexa spoke, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Clarke shook her head, "N-no."

"Okay," Lexa whispered. "Just relax. I've got you."

Lexa rocked back and forth and held onto Clarke for what seemed like hours after that before they finally separated. Lexa helped to situate Clarke in the most comfortable position she could get her in before taking a seat in the stool beside her. She reached out and interlocked their fingers as she sat beside Clarke. "I'm sorry," Clarke said.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Lexa replied. "Are you alright?"

Clarke closed her eyes and laid back so she was facing up towards the top of the tent. "No," she admitted quietly. "Queen Nia's beaten me. I tried so hard not to let her, but she has."

Lexa squeezed Clarke's hand, "No she hasn't. She will never beat you Clarke."

Images from her dream plagued her mind and Clarke just couldn't shake them. "But she has. I… I'm sorry Lexa. I wanted to keep fighting, but it's a losing battle. Nia has me beat, and there is nothing I can do."

Lexa tilted Clarke's chin so she could look into her eyes, but Clarke kept them shut. "Clarke, look at me," Lexa requested. Clarke slowly opened her eyes and blue met green once again. "We will figure something out Clarke. Together."

"I'm sorry," Clarke said as she shifted slightly in her cot. She winced as the injury on her abdomen pulled and Lexa squeezed her hand tighter. "I'm going to be bonded with Roan, and there is nothing that either of us can do to stop it."

Lexa felt her muscles tense, "The bonding isn't going to take place until the end of the Summit which isn't for two more weeks. We have time Clarke, we can figure this out."

Clarke shook her head as the sounds of Bellamy crying for Octavia and Raven's pained screams echoed through her mind. "No we can't. I can't fight this Lexa, I can't disobey her."

"Clarke you are not going down without a fight. We are not going down without a fight," she insisted.

"I have no fight left, Lexa," Clarke raised her voice and winced at her flaring injuries.

"Clarke-"

Lexa started to argue back but was cut off, "Please, Lexa. I don't want to argue. If all I have left with you is two weeks, I don't want to spend it fighting."

Lexa was at a loss for words. Clarke was giving up on herself, on them. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to spend this time with Clarke, and she wanted to make her happy, but there was no way in hell that she was going to just lose her like this. Nia can't win, this can't be happening. Lexa was not going to let it happen without a fight, but Clarke seemed so fragile in this moment, Lexa couldn't bear arguing over it with her. She leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Clarke's lips. "Just sleep Clarke," she said and she brushed some of her golden hair behind her ears. Clarke yawned and nodded and her mind drifted. Lexa watched the rise and fall of her chest for a while before leaving the healers tent. She was running out of time. Clarke was giving up, breaking, before her very eyes, and she was powerless to stop it. She needed to figure something out. Fast.