The trial was immediately at the start of dawn the following morning, and Clarke's stomach twisted at the peculiar absence of Lexa. She had felt the messages from her soulmate gracing her arms the whole night. No doubt Lexa was worried. Clarke was only allowed to see some of them when her arms were removed from hanging above her head, as they transported her to the trial. It was endearing and heartbroken to see the entire hundred lined up for court and all their arms completely covered with the words of concerned soulmates. Clarke hoped it would wring out some sympathy from the crowd.

The head judge was none other than Jaha himself, however he seemed to listen to the crowd's influence every now and then, probably just to seem like a man-of-the-people. None of the original hundred were being instantly pardoned, yet many faced small punishments, such as one year of incarceration, or countless hours of community service. These lucky souls seemed to be ecstatic over their sentences, but in comparison to the Ark's traditional justice system of instant capital punishment, Clarke could see why.

"The Ark Council calls upon Bellamy Blake, for his trial," spoke up Jaha. The crowd murmured in excitement and distaste. Doing his best to keep his head up, Bellamy walked in front of Jaha and presented himself to the onlookers. "Mr. Blake, you are charged with attempted murder, treason, and conspiracy to thwart Ark Government progress, how do you plead?"

"Not guilty," Bellamy projected clearly.

"It has been confirmed by your peers that you worked alongside the Grounder Commander Lexa, and even agreed to be subjugated by her, this constitutes as treason. It has been confirmed by myself and the security systems of the Ark that you critically wounded me with a firearm, this constitutes as attempted murder, and a secondary charge of treason, since I am the chancellor. You smuggled yourself on-board the Hundred Dropship, risking the success of the mission, this is your charge of conspiracy to thwart. Your plea is invalid. I sentence you to death by hanging. You will be executed at the end of this entire court process of the entire hundred. Guards, take him away."

The crowd erupted in agreement, shouting obscenities at the young man as he was being taken away, and while Clarke was baffled at the murder charges, she couldn't help but notice Octavia's cry from amongst the prisoners' line.

"The Ark calls upon Clarke Griffin, for her trial," continued Jaha with this never-ending routine. Clarke stepped forward, her hands bound in front of her. "Ms. Griffin, you are charged with two counts of treason, one which you are already serving, and a second one which has been charged against you for surrendering the hundred to the Grounder Commander Lexa and agreeing to be subjugated by her. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty," Clarke answered, in Bellamy's proud fashion. "I have served my previous charge, it cannot be held against me, and it should not be held against the rest of us for that matter. You said that if we accomplished our missions we would be pardoned. Why are you punishing people for their crimes again? Everyone who was assigned this mission was already serving their incarceration, we should not have to be forced back into it."

"You do not have the right to discuss the justice system, since your citizenship is soiled in treason. You have lost your main rights." Jaha briefed calmly, hoping his tone would calm the ambivalent crowd. "Did you or did you not agree to follow the terms set by Commander Lexa?"

"I did. But because it ensured peace. Lexa said so herself- in time, if we were peaceful she would let us have free-reign on our own petitioned piece of land."

"You are naïve, Clarke. She was just tricking you-"

"She would have killed us from the start if she meant any harm!" Clarke's voice silenced the entire stage and crowd. Her outburst had sealed her sentence.

"Clarke Griffin, I sentence you to death by hanging, alongside Bellamy Blake this night." Clarke's stomach flipped with anxiety and anger. She could hear her mother start to protest from the crowd, only to be silenced by Jaha's authority. Being pushed by the guards, she was roughly escorted to stand beside Bellamy as they watched the rest of the trial. Bellamy did not say a word, as even he knew that saying 'I told you so' was not necessary. Death was coming, and there was no point for competitiveness.

As they watched the trail, they were not surprised to find that they were going to end up being the only ones to be executed, because there were only thirty delinquents left, and those already tried received short determinate sentences.

"Bellamy," whispered a woman who stood inconspicuously behind him.

Bellamy turned his head sluggishly, vigor not present in his spirit. Clarke too turned to see the mysterious voice. It was none other than Diana Sydney, politician of the Ark.

"I'm going to get you out of here, don't worry," she began to whisper. "Our work is not finished. We can still do this. Together." Clarke raised an eyebrow, putting some pieces together, but still feeling in the dark. Sydney continued "If you still want to be a part of my coup, I will save you tonight."

"Save Clarke too," his voice cracking for a second. Diana inspected Clarke briefly, almost as if in disgust.

"Why?"

"Because you're going to need her if you want Jaha dead. Trust me."

Clarke was silent, not wanting to feed into Bellamy's planning. She suspected what this meant, and she wasn't sure how she felt about having Lexa aid Bellamy and a corrupt politician.

"Clarke and I have direct access to the Commander, Clarke more so than me. Why do you think Lexa stated to the crowd to have Clarke restored to her station and not me too?"

Diana shrugged. "Fine, if those are your terms."

"Give me a pen," Bellamy said, his voice becoming a barely audible whisper.

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Diana subtly slipped a pen into his tied hands, as everyone was more concerned with the ongoing trails than those who had already been sentenced. Bellamy moved closer to Clarke and stood very close to her and handed the pen to her equally bound hands. He was giving Clarke privacy and cover to write to Lexa. Clicking the pen in her hand, Clarke clumsily pressed the pen against the palm of her left hand and began to write: they're going to execute me and Bellamy tonight.

Lexa had been trying to lounge in her tent as she awaited news from her riders. She was preparing for the worst. She had her small band of riders with her, a perfect size for a flash raid, but had sent a courier to the nearest military camp. She was going to need an army soon. She had wondered if Jaha and his people would really put Clarke back in power, and began to ponder each possible outcome and reason, filling her head with multiple strategies to fall back on should one fail.

Her left palm began to tingle, and like the speed of light, Lexa sat up quickly to inspect it, hoping it was words from her silent soulmate. When she saw the words her heart stopped and her eyes grew wide. Hectically, she grabbed a quill and responded: I'm on my way.

Getting up from her lounge in her tent, she rushed outside to assemble her riders. They would have to wait for the incoming army later. Right now, they had a crucial extraction mission to complete.

Clarke's heart had initially washed over in hope and comfort at Lexa's speedy response, but she did not know how far away her lover was. Would she even make it down to the camp in time? And to weed through the incredibly dense Ark population without getting held up?

These questions soon became truth as the sun had finally disappeared and a thick and itchy noose was tied around her neck. She found herself praying to the universe for even Sydney to come through. Clarke could see the politician and a suspicious band of guards assemble by her as the time came closer to the execution. A small group of citizens even came out. Just like the old west, here to watch the hangings.

Abby had arrived, so had Kane, and Wells. Clarke shook, feeling like she had begun suffocating already. Ordered to stand on the chairs brought before them, the long rope was tossed over a sturdy branch of a gargantuan tree. Clarke thought she might be able to keep it together until she heard a stifled and strangled sob come from beside her. Bellamy's head was hanging low on his chest, thick streams of tears trailing down his cheeks. Looking about him to find the cause, she saw the words goodbye written on his outer wrist. She could only imagine the thoughts in Bellamy's head. He had told her that he suspected his soulmate knew who he was, but wasn't ready to figure out himself. Now, he probably wished he knew.

It also reminded her of how this all started, and how Clarke had tried to send that exact farewell to Lexa before being sent to Earth.

Jaha soon arrived, speaking something ceremonial- Clarke couldn't tell, her mind was ringing. As Clarke watched the crowd, she noticed their faces were very ambivalent and worried. Jaha too had noticed. Stopping his words, he looked around him, as if afraid there was something behind him.

All of a sudden, the executioner standing by Clarke and Bellamy dropped to his knees, then fell to the floor, a broad arrow stuck in his back, which had protruded out of his chest. Many in the crowd shrieked, and both prisoners looked around them, hope filling their spirits. From the tree line a few yards away, at least a dozen Grounders on horseback charged through, some brandishing short swords, some pikes, and others daunting longbows. Within this group of guerrilla warriors was none other than Lexa herself, her elegant long-sword poised ready. Clarke's knees unfortunately wobbled at the sight of her beloved savior, causing her to lose her balance. The chair beneath her feet rocked, and Clarke frantically tried to stabilize it with her stance.

The crowd tried to disperse in their frenzied state, running here and there, trampling over each other. Lexa's band cut down any resistance in their way, Ark guards falling to the ground as blood flushed and sprayed all over the grass. Jaha on the other hand had huddled with some guards for protection, yet was urging them all to recapture Clarke and Bellamy, or to at least kick their chairs. Sprinting across the field, a guard make it to the two youths and did just that, tripping the chairs as quickly as he could.

Clarke and Bellamy yanked down abruptly, the nooses failing to break their necks. Writhering for air, Clarke's legs jerked around, her rational leaving her as she tried to breathe.

She could hear Lexa shout in dismay, and soon she felt herself being held up, air making its way to her lungs. A few Grounders stepped aside from the assault and had swarmed the tree, protecting their Heda as Lexa took out her dagger to cut Clarke's rope, efficiently multitasking as she held her up.

"Bellamy," Clarke croaked.

"Someone else is taking him down," Lexa sputtered, the rope finally giving way to the sharpness of her weapon. As she slowly brought Clarke to her feet, thunderous cracks filled the sky and Lexa shouted in pain.

Gunfire.

Clutching her forearm, Lexa ignored her wound, not wanting to register any pain from the sight of it just yet. Projecting her voice across the small battlefield, she shouted something in Trigedasleng, and Clarke assumed it was a retreat, as all the Grounders hurried to mount their horses. As Clarke was poorly helped by Lexa to mount her horse, she could see Bellamy being assisted as well, sharing a saddle with a warrior. Soon Lexa squeezed herself behind Clarke and spurred her horse, and all the Grounders took off in the direction they came from.

The party knew that they would be followed for some part of the escape, but no one bothered to turn around to look, and kept their eyes on the woodland ahead of them. In the chase party was Kane and a few guards, tailed by a hysterical Abby. Naturally, the woman had followed not to apprehend her daughter, but to see her get away. Kane knew that there was no way they could find the Grounder party on foot, and in their panic to follow Jaha's orders to follow Lexa, they forgot to take Clarke and Bellamy's mares. But they carried on for a few hours, wanting a little breathing room from the chaos at the camp, and just to hopefully gather some intel and not return empty handed. They had split up to cover certain paths into the woods. No party was lucky… except for Abby, who had trailed off on her own.

Lead by a mother's intuition, Abby let herself navigate the woods through instincts, and soon came to a complete halt. She could hear something. Creeping slowly so that she would not give away her position, she moved closer- there were voices, and none in English. Her heart beat quickly. The closer she got, the more was revealed to her. At least seventy yards away from her was a Grounder camp being built. Her eyes scanned the population for familiar faces, and soon came across the sight of Lexa, sitting on a tree stump as a Grounder cleansed an open wound on her arm. Abby's eyesight had always been prime, and the doctor could tell even from her distance, that the Commander had gotten lucky with a bullet wound that had simply cut across her arm.

Clarke had to be somewhere near. As if on cue, her daughter had stepped out of tent, rubbing her neck with a rag, which was probably doused in some kind of pain relieving mixture. Abby hoped the Grounder physicians would know how to properly take care of her daughter- a failed neck break wasn't the kind of injury to allow the patient to go walking around a few hours after. Abby wanted to cross the field and take care of her child, but knew that it would not be safe for her, and she also did not want to cause a commotion, which would give Kane and his soldiers an idea to where her daughter was hiding.

Yet the doctor watched, letting herself be relieved at the sight of her daughter in caring hands and being tended to. She even watched as the Grounders began to clear away from their Commander, preparing their own camp necessities, leaving Lexa and Clarke alone. Standing up, the Commander placed herself tall and firm in front of Clarke. She said something, but Abby couldn't hear it. It must have been something pleasant though, as Clarke smiled and put down the rag she was using to massage her neck. Then Clarke stepped closer to the Commander and placed her hands behind Lexa's neck, and pulled the woman towards her for a passionate kiss. Abby's heart spiked at this unexpected turn of events, yet it all started to rapidly make sense to her. Taking a few steps backwards, Abby shook the image from her mind, not upset over her daughter having someone to love, but out of sorrow for Clarke, who just had to be so lucky to love the enemy.

The next morning, the Grounder camp was awake before the sun rose. They had to make their way to a rendezvous point to meet up with the army Lexa had summoned. It was of most importance that they made it before any Arkers tried to catch up, if they were still on their trail. Lexa had ordered that both Clarke and Bellamy be given an ample breakfast before the trip, and had decided herself to take a moment to think by a nearby stream. Clarke had finished her food quickly, to her surprise. She had assumed that her near-death experience would make her lose her appetite. However, when finished, the sun was up and she decided to go for a brief walk herself, to rid of anxious energy.

Sometimes there are no words for certain feelings that manifest in the human heart. Just like there are no words, sometimes there are no memories to retrace to understand how you got somewhere. Her heart sought its other half.

Deep in the dense woods, she found Lexa filling up a canteen by a clear peaceful stream. When her lover heard her approaching, she did not snap to attention, like a warrior in solitude would. Instead, she just simply knew. She stood up from her kneeling with ease, and held the canteen in both her hands and just simply gazed up Clarke. Words were not exchanged between the two, yet the feeling of such strong auras was being exchanged with just looking at each other.

Clarke leaned back against a sturdy tree, her hands holding onto the naturally splintered layers of bark, not finding the strength to take another step. Knowing Lexa was her soulmate was one thing, but today, Clarke felt it. She was speechless and rendered weak, her heart fluttering joyously at the sight of her beautiful destiny.

Twigs slowly snapped underneath the heels of Lexa's boots as she made her way over to Clarke. She placed the canteen cautiously on the earth, and then raised herself back up to be level with Clarke. Clarke's mouth was mute, but her soul was radiant with expression. Lexa leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Clarke's lips. Still clinging to the tree behind her, Clarke leaned in herself when she felt Lexa pull away, her body language urging Lexa to return to her. And so she did. Lexa kissed her deeply, then moved her affections to Clarke's neck, placing shivering kisses on the soft skin. Clarke let go of the tree and found her arms sliding up Lexa's back for support, also resulting in their bodies becoming flush with each other. As they breathed between escalating kisses, Clarke's eyes fluttered every now and then, taking in the world around her.

There was something about this experience. The trees whispered as the warm spring winds passed through them, the sun casting its warmth and light all around them, shimmering the nearby stream – and her lover pressing against her, rubbing against her, kissing her. Lexa's hands began to caress Clarke's abdomen and grip her hips a bit firmer- Clarke's breath hitched, taking in the pure air. Reciprocating a step further, Clarke pulled at Lexa's tunic, shedding it from her lover's shoulders, leaving Lexa in a simple shirt and trousers. Lexa's hands slid under Clarke's shirt, skirting against warm skin, and confidently kneed her soulmate's breasts, eliciting a feeble moan form Clarke. Overjoyed from love, Clarke reached down the hem of her shirt and pulled the clothing over her head, exposing her chest to the world. She pulled Lexa's face towards her again for another kiss, and leaned against the tree. Hissing at the feeling of the bark against her smooth skin, Clarke immediately pushed them both forward. After a quick chuckle at the incident, both Clarke and Lexa took a chance glance into each other's eyes, communicating soulfully. But it was clear that the two women were ready for this.

Freeing herself form their embrace, Lexa picked up her tunic from the ground for a brief second, only to lay it down open and straight on the grass floor beneath them. Turning back to Clarke, she took her lover's hand and led her down on the ground to lie on top of the durable cloth. She would have laid down beside Clarke, but Lexa was pulled on top of her soulmate the second Clarke was situated. The kissing and gluttonous touching returned in satisfied frenzy, their hearts and minds overstimulated with not just lust, but unbridled love- everything pent up and desired finally spilling out to heal their yearning, like licking wounds.

Soon all articles of clothing were shed and the women moved against each other in their natural form, making love in the middle of the world. Against the grass and the loose dirt, away from any signs of society, their consummation felt so natural yet so animal, as nature intended all of its creations to come together against the earth.

Clarke was trembling. Her legs spread for Lexa to be settled between them, and feeling her lover push and pull inside of her with practiced fingers. She had never felt more loved in her life. She figured it had something to do with their soulmate factor. She could hear Lexa's breath shake constantly as she pleasured Clarke. Not a word was ever spoken, yet cries of gratification and need faintly echoed through the trees. Soon Lexa straddled Clarke's thigh, creating a rhythm for herself as she impressively maintained her stroking of Clarke's inner sex. In ecstasy, Clarke wanted to please her lover, and reached her hand down her thigh and cupped Lexa for a second before applying circular pressure against her soulmate's clit.

Needless to say, it did not take long for the women to topple over each other, holding on for comfort as their orgasms destroyed any sense of control, rippling pleasure inside of them, causing them to press more desperately against each other, their bodies urging more and more fulfillment within them. They laid together for a countless amount of time, before the euphoria finally released their minds.

The others would be looking for them soon, and they needed to keep making distance between them and the Arkers. With a kiss full of jubilation, Clarke rose from the ground and pulled Lexa to stand beside her. Feeling fulfillment that love had been made, both women knew that this was only the start to their physical relationship, and that their first time together couldn't have been any more perfect. Naked, they gathered their clothing, bumping into each other like the young lovers they were, stalling out this moment of happiness; for they were young, but wise enough to know that happiness would now be scarce.