A/N: hi! thank you to those that reviewed, it means a lot! Sorry the updates are irregular, I'm adjusting to a new schedule but I will figure out a specific day soon, I will probably update twice a week. Enjoy!

Clarke was panicking- as she probably should have been. After the mysterious grounder had left her, there was nothing she wanted more than to get out of these woods. Run, Clarke, now. She tried to stand up, but stabbing pain pulsed through her right leg, forcing her back into the dirt. Clarke tried so hard not to cry out.

She inspected her leg to make sure it wasn't infected by anything poisonous- and it looked perfectly fine. She was going to have to take it out, though. She cringed at the thought of even touching the wound; there really was no other choice, she couldn't walk with an arrow in her leg.

This is going to be painful, she thought, and gross. She closed her eyes, knowing that watching would only make it worse. As soon as her right hand grabbed the arrow, another wave of pain went through her calf. Let's get this over with…. She began pulling the arrow, her teeth clenching and her eyes squeezing shut as more pain shot through her leg. It took everything she could to not scream.

As soon as it was over, Clarke forced herself to ignore the amount of blood and pain from the arrow and ripped off a piece of her shirt to wrap around her calf. Time to go. Clarke pushed herself off the ground and walked- limped- in the opposite direction from where she saw the grounder. He forgot to give her directions. Great.

And she still hadn't eaten.

Leaving was a bad idea…the thoughts once again came to Clarke's mind. But once again, the awful images from Mount Weather came back to her. She shook her head, nevermind. To keep herself from getting anxious, she tried to keep her mind clear as she walked.

Clarke focused on the trees and the sky, it was all so beautiful, and it was so easy to completely ignore them. Clarke had only been on the ground for a few weeks, but she was already used to everything nature had to offer. She wished she could stop and paint the woods in front of her, and capture what she was feeling when she looked at them. Clarke hasn't drawn art- related since she had reached the ground. It was almost surprising, she spent most of her life dreaming about earth and drawing what she thought it would really look like. It was ironic that she was finally here and was so worried about surviving that she never stopped to really appreciate earth from the ground.

An odd woozy feeling took over Clarke as she walked. She was still hoping that she was walking as far away from Polis as possible, only stopping for water. Clarke felt like she had limped miles. I just need to rest. I'll start a fire first. Clarke searched for wood- she wouldn't make the fire by herself, of course. She had a 100 year old lighter in her pocket. One that she took from the dropship when they first landed. They never made fires in the Ark, because fire eats up oxygen that the Arkers desperately needed, but on the ground Clarke and Bellamy figured out how to use lighters.

The sharp pain in her leg that she had been ignoring felt worse. Clarke paused- her legs started trembling and a nauseous feeling settled in her stomach. Her head felt like it was spinning. The wood in Clarke's suddenly weak arms tumbled as she tried to slowly get down on the ground. The arrow. Clarke groped at the back of her leg, forcing her blurring eyes to focus on the cloth bandage. It was drenched in blood. Maybe the cloth was not tight enough around her leg to stop the bleeding. I must be losing too much blood. Clarke's hands were shaking as she tried to tighten the cloth around her leg- until her body went limp and Clarke blacked out.

Lexa sighed as she took in the view of her home in , it was more of as a mansion than a house… all of her personal guards and some hunters stayed here as well, and all 12 of the clan leaders were always welcomed to stay here when they visited Polis.

Her home was mostly made of stone, it was extremely wide and four floors high. From outside you could see tons of windows and balconies. It was well-hidden by the surrounding trees, it made Lexa feel a little bit safer. The only way you could get anywhere near Lexa's home was if you could get past the heavily guarded gate- that made Lexa feel safer too.

The commander began making her way to the familiar front door, almost excited to take off her armor and relax.

"Heda! Wait!" Lexa almost jumped at the sound of a familiar voice behind her. She closed her eyes for just a second… she wasn't going to relax for a while, "What is it, Thomas?"

Thomas ran to Lexa's side, panting, "Am I going to begin training now?"

Lexa turned to the boy next to her. He was visibly shorter than the commander by a few inches, and was much younger. Sweat ran down his dark skin from walking out in the sun all day. Thomas shook his head, "I know what you are going to say… 'Patience, Thomas,'" He tried to copy Lexa's voice.

Lexa held back a smile and continued walking to the door, "If you know the answer, why ask the question?"

"Commander," Thomas put himself between the door and Lexa to keep her from walking any further, "You promised me that after the war I could become your second and I would begin training to become a real warrior. Well…wor se odon…"

"Wor ste odon," Lexa corrected as she brushed past Thomas to get to the wooden door. She did make a promise to him that she would take him in as a second after the war… this kid was brave- he wasn't afraid of anything, he even spoke back to the commander. Lexa had to put him in his place more than once, but she knew she could make him a good warrior. Thomas almost reminded her of Clarke… the way he was always ready to fight for what he believed in.

"You need to be able to speak the tongues of your own people, Thomas," Lexa tried to push the thought of Clarke walking through the woods all alone out of her head. She should have ignored Indra, she should have just gone out and-

"My father said he would teach me…" Thomas' voice trailed off. Lexa's heart broke at the sound of the boy's voice. His father would have taught him if Finn didn't kill his parents. Lexa would never understand what Clarke saw in Finn, she was always somehow able to see the best in people… even Lexa. Lexa wondered if Clarke would still see that after what happened at Mount Weather…

"I will teach you, Thomas," Lexa reassured, "While we train."

"When will we begin?"

Lexa ignored his question, turned around and began walking away from her home, "We will hunt-"

Thomas sulked, "Hunting?"

"I hope you weren't planning on taking on any actual people without experience," Lexa knew Thomas would be just fine learning combat, but she needed an excuse to get in the woods. Now.

Thomas sighed, for what felt like the millionth time, he repeated, "When will we begin?"

"Sis yu swis op," Lexa pointed at the knife resting on her side, so Thomas would understand; grab your knife, "We begin now."

I reaaally wanted Lexa to have a second, just to see her interact with someone she could be close to (but not romantically) because we lost Anya and we don't really see Indra and Lexa having a very personal relationship. Just to possibly see her softer side with someone other than Clarke :)

So how do you feel about Thomas? Tell me what you think! Be critical if necessary

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