Chapter 4

When Clarke awoke the next morning, she was dazed, confused, and disoriented. "Bellamy? Bel get up. Where the fuck are we, Bel?" Clarke attempted to stand, but found that her wrists and ankles were bound to a longer rope which attached to the wall. Working through the knots, she chuckled, remembering how horrible Lexa's guards were at tying ropes. She finished undoing the ties within a few minutes and looked up, easily recognizing where they were. Shit, she thought. Polis. Bellamy's eyes fluttered open, and squinting in the sunlight, he turned and looked questioningly up at Clarke. His eyes always conveyed his feelings clearly, and she picked up on his confusion. She shrugged, just as bewildered. "I don't fucking know," she said. Clarke looked at him, fear in her own eyes as well. They heard footsteps coming towards them, and both turned around to face the sound.

"Good, you're both awake," the voice was soft, and non-intimidating. Lexa, Clarke thought. Her mind immediately drifted to the kill order that had been placed on her by an anonymous ruler. It must've been Lexa who wanted her. It all played out in Clarke's mind, and the puzzle pieces fell into place. Lexa must've put me on the wanted list. She knew I wouldn't come to her, so she had to find me instead.

"Lexa?" Clarke called out. Lexa stepped into the beam of light that shone in from the window, allowing Clarke to clearly see her face. "You," Clarke couldn't bear to look at her. She used to think that there could be something between them, but after what Lexa did to her and her people, Clarke could never forgive her. No. Not this time. The strike against Octavia, the kill order over her head, for anything, anything else she would have given Lexa her forgiveness. But not this. Clarke walked to the back of her make-shift jail cell, towards Bellamy. She was so furious with the Commander that she almost forgot that Bel was with her. She turned to face him.

"What does she want?" he asked, looking up at Clarke. Clarke was about to respond, but Lexa cut her off.

"Nothing from you, Bellamy of the Sky People. The only reason you are here is because I need to talk to Clarke, and I know that you're the only person who can help that happen." Bel understood, and shrugged his shoulders at Clarke.

"I'm not talking to her!" Clarke yelled at Bellamy, though her anger was directed at Lexa. "That bitch left us to die, Bel! That selfish cunt left all two hundred of us in that mountain, completely defenseless! I don't care what she wants, I'm not saying a word to her." Clarke wasn't even saddened by it anymore, only infuriated. Bellamy looked towards Lexa, then back at Clarke.

"Clarke we have to do what is best for our people, and if that means forgiving Lexa and talking through this, then that's what we are going to do. End of story." Bellamy knew she was ignoring him at this point, but kept talking anyway. "What happened to the Clarke who would do anything for her people, the girl who was ready to lay down her life for them? If she's in there, could you tell her that I'd like to talk to her?" He slowly walked over to Clarke, pausing for a second before giving her a hug. "We will get through this together." Clarke looked up at Bellamy, deciding what to do.

"Fine, I'll talk to her. I can't promise that she won't be dead by the time the conversation is over though." She pulled out of his embrace, walking over to the side of their cell at which Lexa was standing. "What do you really want, Lexa?"

"Peace, Clarke. Peace."

Clarke shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Of course you want peace! You're afraid that after what you did to us, we'd attack. You brought me here to form another alliance. Not going to happen, bitch! Not after what you did."

"Clarke, at least hear her out," Bellamy interrupted. Clarke scoffed, crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes.

"Do I have to? I mean isn't there some other way to get out of this? We can think of something, we always do."

"No, Clarke not this time." Clarke turned to face Lexa again.

"Fine. I'll consider discussing it, if you let me out of this goddamned cell." Clarke tapped her foot impatiently. Though it was childish of her to get this upset over Lexa's betrayal, Bellamy found her angry side to be irresistibly cute. It wasn't the gorgeous breasts, full lips, or even the sassy attitude about Clarke that turned him on. It was all the little things. Even trapped in a cell in the middle of Polis, he was grateful to have her. He realized he'd been staring at her, and turned to face Lexa. He thought about arguing with her further, but decided he'd let them work it out.

"Guard," Lexa called in Trigedasleng, "Let her out." The guard opened the gate, and Clarke walked out. Bellamy stood to leave, but the guard stopped him. "Not that one. I don't trust him."

"Wait! I didn't agree to -"

"Clarke, enough! Go with her. do what she says, and listen well. We need this, Clarke." Bellamy looked into her worried eyes, calming her. Though unwillingly, she understood what had to be done, and nodded her head.

"Okay. Be safe, Bel. I love you. I'll be back soon" Clarke ran back into the cell to kiss him goodbye for the night.

"I love you too." In the midst of all the decisions they were making, Bellamy still noticed that Clarke had said 'I love you' this time. No sarcastic insult, no unsure answer, just a flat out 'I love you'. He waved a small goodbye, and smiled at her. She weakly smiled back, shrugging her shoulders. The girls rounded the corner, Lexa's dress trailing behind them. Clarke looked over at her. Though Lexa was a full head taller than Clarke, Clarke still felt superior in this situation. She knew that Lexa wouldn't hurt her, after all she still loved Clarke. Lexa looked down towards Clarke as they walked, trying to at least make eye contact with her. As soon as their eyes met however, Clarke quickly looked away.

"Do you trust me, Clarke?" Lexa stopped walking, and Clarke followed suit.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Lexa? You can't just betray the girl you love, and expect full forgiveness. If you truly loved me -" Lexa pinned Clarke to the wall, a knife to her throat.

"Look, Clarke. I am Heda. I am commander. You can't just disregard that because you loved me. I acknowledged my feelings for you, and you did the same, but part of love is respect, Clarke. Don't you get that?"

Clarke's eyes darted across Lexa's face, searching for clues. How could Lexa be mad at her? This wasn't fair. "I love someone else now, and you know that. If you still loved me, you would respect that decision. And you're one to talk about respect! You seduced me and kissed me, but then left me and my people to die out there, Lexa. All two hundred of us. You can't deny that." Lexa pushed the knife closer to Clarke's throat. Clarke focused on her breathing, she couldn't lose it. She had to stay calm.

"You're right, and I'm sorry for that. But Clarke, you have to know that if I could go back to that night and fix what I did, I would. Clarke, I loved you. I still love you." A single tear wove its way down the commander's face, and fell at her feet. She pulled the knife away from Clarke's throat, slipping it back into its sheath. "Can't you see that I'm sorry?"

"I do see it Lexa, and I loved you too. But after what you did, I-. I don't know if I can forgive you, Heda." Her eyes drifted to Lexa's alert, deep brown ones. God, how she missed looking into those. Clarke loved Bellamy, she truly did, but there was something that she felt when she was with Lexa, something that her and Bellamy didn't have. Clarke held Lexa's gaze for a while, but remembered why they were standing there in the first place. "Lexa, I just wish that you -"

Clarke was interrupted by Lexa's smooth lips on her own, and fell right back under her spell.