A/N: I've had the idea for this part kicking around in my head for the last couple of days, which is pretty irritating. Figured I'd better get it out before it drives me totally insane. Thank you all for the reviews, favourites and follows, like I've said before this is my first step into writing The 100, so the fact that so many of you are enjoying it means a lot. I already know what is happening in the next part, so you can expect that tomorrow. Read, review and enjoy!

Chapter Four.

Instead of leading the horse Clarke decided to let it lead her, after all the horse would know it's way home, or that's the way she was thinking. Even after saying to one of the guards that she doubted that hers and Lexa's paths would cross again, the Grounder Commander was the first thing that Clarke thought about as she left the camp. She had no idea if she would be welcome in the capital, the last time she had been there she'd spent most of the time unconscious, and Lexa had returned her to the Sky people's camp. Knowing that didn't stop Clarke wanting to find the other girl. Clarke didn't feel safe on the ground, she was constantly anxious, people looking to her to make the decisions and then blaming her when things didn't work out the way they had hoped. When she was around Lexa she felt calm, she felt relaxed, safe, and she had no idea why. The first time she had met the Grounder Commander she had felt it, that initial meeting had been tense to say the least, Clarke had killed 300 of Lexa's people when they had been sent to kill them, she had learnt from Lincoln about Grounder justice, she knew that a life must be taken to pay for a death. An unavenged death would mean that life is worthless. That original meeting would decide whether the Sky people would live or die, yet Clarke felt calm when faced with Lexa. That calmness, the feeling of safety was something that she was now craving. She knew her actions wouldn't be judged at the Grounder camp, but she didn't know if she would be welcome. Only time would tell.

It was still dark when she reached the capital, her head was hurting her as she sobered up, and she was tired. She could once again feel all eyes on her as she entered in through the main gates. Stopping the horse she climbed down as Indra approached her.

"You're not welcome here." Indra said as Clarke let the horse go.

"Where's Lexa?" Clarke asked, too tired to entertain Indra's insults.

"The Commander isn't here." Indra replied.

"Where is she?" Clarke asked.

"Not here." Indra replied, her jaw clenched, "she returned you home once unharmed, her patience isn't infinite."

"Indra," Clarke said with a sigh, her eyelids starting to feel heavy, "I know you don't like me, you'd probably enjoy seeing me tied up to a tree… I have nowhere else to go."

A small child walked up to Clarke.

"Hedda is with the hunters," the child said looking up at Clarke, "she was restingless…"

"Restless." Indra said, correcting the child.

"When will she be back?" Clarke asked, addressing Indra instead of the child.

Indra didn't reply, she just looked at Clarke.

"In that case I'll wait." Clarke said.

"You're not welcome here." Indra repeated.

"Then Lexa can tell me to leave," Clarke said, walking in the direction of Lexa's room, "she is the Commander after all."

Indra glared at Clarke as the blonde walked away, she knew that she would incur the wrath of the Commander if anything happened to Clarke in the capital when she wasn't there.

x-x-x

It was dawn when Lexa and the hunters returned from a successful trip, the capital would eat well for a few days on what they had caught, not that food was scarce. She had been surprised when Indra had told her that Clarke had arrived at the capital a few hours before. Lexa had assumed that it would be while before she saw the blonde again, if she ever did. It had been Lexa's idea for the hunters to go out, her mind was racing away with itself as she stayed in the capital, and it was either go out hunting or take the army out searching for a fight. It hadn't crossed her mind that Clarke would go back to the capital, she had taken her home, back to her people. The Commander had been sure that being back with her people would help Clarke come to terms with what had happened. She didn't understand why it was an issue, her people were safe, for the Grounders that would be seen as a success. It was yet another difference between the two groups of people. For every similarity she saw between herself and Clarke, she found two differences. They were so opposite. Their strengths came from two very different places. Lexa's strength coming from her ability to hide her heart, shield herself from feelings, get the job done, not matter the cost. Clarke's strength came from her feelings, following her heart and her gut instincts, trying to protect everyone whether they were her people or not.

As she sat watching Clarke sleep, Lexa realised that Clarke was broken. She had gone against what she believed in, the freedoms that she was trying to fight for, and Lexa was partly to blame for that. She knew that Clarke was stronger than the blonde herself thought, in Clarke, Lexa could see that feelings weren't a bad thing, maybe it could be a strength rather than a weakness. Her heart actually ached as she watched the vulnerable looking blonde sleep, Lexa felt an urge to protect this girl, a feeling that Clarke would have a big impact on the way they all lived. But in a way she knew that Clarke didn't need to be protected. She was a contradiction. A contradiction that had the Grounder Commander fascinated, and terrified. Lexa knew that any sign of weakness on her part would put not only her position but also her life at risk. Clarke was already a weakness for her. She would be risking everything if she allowed Clarke to stay. She needed to be able to think about her people, all of them, the blonde girl who had fallen from the stars clouded her mind. It was like a fog descended on her thoughts when Clarke was around. To her, as leader and commander, all lives had to be equal. Everyone was under her protection, she had to consider what was in everyone's best interests when making decisions. Clarke put that at risk.

"She doesn't belong here." Indra said from the doorway.

Lexa didn't respond, she just clenched her jaw a little.

"People are already starting to talk Hedda," Indra continued, "saying that you are turning weak. She isn't one of us Lexa, she isn't your concern."

Lexa kept her eyes on Clarke as Indra left.

"She is my concern…" she said quietly once she was sure the older woman had left.

Before the Sky people had landed Lexa would've taken the same stance as Indra, but the new arrivals had started to change her views. They had started to make her think about the way they lived, their forms of justice, the views that had been instilled in the Commander from a very young age. For a Grounder Commander she was seen as being forward thinking, she was the first commander to unite the 12 clans, the first one to make people see the benefits of living side by side in peace, cooperating to make all of their lives better. But Clarke and her people made her realise how much further they had left to go.

The sun started to come in through the windows so Lexa got up from the chair to close the shutters. She stood looking out of the windows before closing out the sun.

"Lexa…" Clarke said sleepily.

Lexa took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before she looked at the other girl.

"It's still early," Lexa said with a small smile, "go back to sleep."

She closed the shutters.

"What about you?" Clarke asked.

"I'll take the chair," Lexa replied with a little nod, "I don't need that much sleep."

As Lexa sat back on the chair Clarke turned around so she was facing away from the Grounder Commander, moving closer to the wall. She pulled the blanket tighter around herself as Lexa stretched her legs out and rested her head on the back of the chair.