"Are you alive? Hey! Wake up!"

Clarke heard a voice… but she couldn't tell whose voice it belonged to. Everything was so dark… or maybe her eyes weren't open… was she dead?

"She's breathing…" Clarke her the voice whisper. Was is Octavia? Bellamy? Was she back at Camp Jaha?

"Can you hear me?"

Clarke felt someone shaking her, she groaned in pain. The sharp pain in her leg was now replaced with numbness. Her panging headache felt like it got worse as she shook. Whoever this was, they needed to stop. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking a couple of times to make her blurred vision clearer. Her eyes began scanning the area. Yep, she was still in the woods. Clarke sighed and closed her eyes again.

"Hey!"

Clarke's eyes popped open. The bright sunlight forced a pang of pain behind her eyes. She didn't even notice a boy, no younger than 16, sitting next to her. A grounder. Clarke panicked and used her arms to scoot away from him. She stood up, her head making everything spin and almost made Clarke lose her balance. The grounder stood up, too, staring at Clarke, "You're not one of us, are you?"

Clarke was almost confused, was he not going to try to kill her?

"Heda!" The boy yelled.

Heda... Clarke tried to turn and run, but the boy grabbed her arm, "Wait!" Clarke quickly turned and pushed the grounder into the dirt. That probably wasn't a good idea… She was too weak to bolt off.

The grounder, obviously angry, pushed himself off the ground, and pulled out a knife.

Of course.

Clarke was not about to die this way, she pulled out her gun and turned, pointing the gun at the boy.

The grounder froze, his eyes widened in fear, staring into the gun. Unlike the grounder Clarke met before, this one was afraid of death.

Clarke opened her mouth to speak, when she heard someone behind her yell, "Thomas!"

Before Clarke could turn around, someone jumped on top of her, forcing her on the ground. There were more grounders? Am I surrounded? Clarke's gun flew out of her hand as she fell and began blindly swinging her fist at the body on top of her. The grounder that attacked Clarke was obviously more experienced when it came to fighting because Clarke's fists were caught and held down before Clarke could get a single punch in. She tried to move but she was completely helpless. She saw the grounder's hand go for a knife in the sheath on their side.

"Yu gonplei ste- Clarke?"

Clarke felt her hands being released. She turned her head to look at the person attacking her. Their voice sounded so familiar… oh god…

"Lexa?"

Bellamy laid back on the bed in Octavia's bunk, once again ignoring the conversation Octavia and Monty were having. Raven was with them, too- but this time she stayed quiet in the corner to keep her friends from forcing her back into medical with Abby, where she had escaped for the second time. She was messing around with her radio again, which Bellamy thought was ridiculous given that the mountain men were gone. They seemed to be the only people in the area with that kind of technology, she would never hear anything. Being around Monty was almost odd for Bellamy, he had no idea that Octavia and Monty were so close. Maybe he was just used to always seeing Monty with Jasper….

"Monty," Bellamy sat up, "Where's Jasper?"

Monty, who was sitting at a desk across from the bed, looked down, "He uh… he's busy…"

Bellamy's face hardened, "And he wasn't hungry when we invited him to have lunch with us the other day? The camp is not that big, so how come I've barely seen him since…"

Monty still avoided eye contact with Bell, "He's still… he's still mourning over Maya… He lost someone special to him, he's just having a hard time right now."

"We're all having a hard time," Bellamy's jaw clenched, "We all lost people. You can't just avoid everyone-"

The room went silent with awkwardness as everyone's mind went to Clarke.

"Bellamy," Octavia, who was sitting next to him, grabbed his arm, "He'll come around. He just needs time."

I need time. Bellamy ran his fingers through his hair, "We all have crap we need to deal with," Monty finally looked up at Bellamy, "But we can't just run away from our problems. We need to stick together if we're gonna survive out here. Jasper can hate me and resent me all he wants. He needs us if he plans on living."

Monty nodded, "He will come around, Bellamy. I'll, talk to him, okay?"

Bellamy nodded in reply, and Monty stood up and quickly exited Octavia's room.

Bellamy threw himself back on the bed and covered his face with his hands. The room was completely silent, Bellamy almost forgot that Octavia was still next to him.

"You're gonna make a great chancellor, Bell."

Bellamy didn't answer.

"Are you okay, Bellamy?"

He hasn't heard those words in so long. No one assumed that there was anything wrong with Bellamy Blake. Ever. He was the strong guy. He could handle everything. He helped save his people from Mount Weather. That's why he would make such a great chancellor, right?

Bellamy sat up next to his sister, "What if I can't do it?" He whispered, "I can't trust myself to make decisions. I can't trust myself to lead these people. I came down here because I was a prisoner. I came down here because I tried to kill someone. Sure, I led our people and went in Mount Weather, but with Clarke. I can't lead anyone without her. It's too much pressure."

"Bellamy," Octavia shook her head, "You came down here because you wanted to protect me. Because you would do anything to make sure your little sister was okay. You risked so much… for me, and for everyone… you went into that mountain willing to do whatever it takes to save our people. You did that all by yourself. I know you're afraid that you make the wrong decision, but you have all of us here with you, and you have me. We all trust you for a reason, Bell. And you know I will be right by your side."

Bellamy looked at his sister, who was blinking back tears, "Thanks, O."

Octavia smiled and hugged her brother. Bellamy was still unsure of how he could trust himself as chancellor, but he knew Octavia would always be there to help him. Octavia always made him feel confident and safe. She was his home.

"How sweet," Raven's monotone voice made Octavia and Bellamy jump. They had completely forgotten that Raven was there, "I'm gonna go to my station and check out this radio. I swear I heard something a while ago but I can't figure out which station."

Bellamy sighed, "Raven you didn't hear anything. No one is out there."

Raven shook her head, "Well, I'd rather listen to static on this radio than stay in medical with Abby. She spent the entire day studying this patient. I don't think she knows who the girl is."

Octavia nodded, "Yeah, it was weird, we didn't know who she was either. You probably do, Bell. You seem to know everyone."

Bellamy was intrigued now, "What was her name?"

Raven closed her eyes as if it would help retrieve the name from her memory, "I can't remember… it was an interesting name… It started with an E or a C or something…"

"I don't know," Octavia said, "But what I do know is that we need to go to Mount Weather and get more supplies. Monty told me he overheard someone saying we will run out soon. Lincoln and I were thinking of gathering a couple of people and going up there ourselves."

Bellamy shook his head, "Abby would never allow that, and I don't think it's safe for Lincoln to go back up there so soon."

When Lincoln first appeared at the gates of Camp Jaha after Mount Weather, the sky people let him in immediately and took him in as their own. No one had asked, not even Octavia, but it felt like everyone had known that Lincoln was disowned by the Tri Kru.

"Then Lincoln won't go. Either way it doesn't matter," Octavia said, "Abby is already overwhelmed with her work, being chancellor is way too much on her, she needs a break. I'm sure she'll be okay with everyone taking a vote and Bellamy taking over. Once you do, we can go to the Mountain and not die of starvation."

"Well, what if she's not? Do you really think Abby will be okay with taking a vote behind her back? Maybe we should just wait." Bellamy was all for delaying the vote as much as possible.

Raven shook her head, "We need to do this now. Maybe you could just confront her? Or just talk to her? We need those supplies."

Bellamy sighed, knowing there was no way out of this, "Okay."

Octavia could sense her brother's discomfort, "You can do this, Bell."

Clarke stayed motionless on the ground as Lexa slowly stood, their eyes never tearing apart from one another. An odd feeling settled with Clarke when she pushed herself off the ground, too, studying Lexa's surprisingly worried face. Flashes of images from Mount Weather popped up in the back of her head as she tried to gain her balance on her numb leg.

Was it really Lexa? Is she hallucinating? Why would Lexa be out here this late?

This must be another dream.

"Clarke," Lexa's words didn't even sound real, "What are you doing out here?" Lexa glanced down at Clarke's bandaged leg, "What happened to your leg? Are you okay?"

She left you to die and now she's asking you if you're okay. Clarke's face immediately turned from surprise to utter anger, "Why do you care, Lexa, you left me to die."

"Clarke…" Clarke tried to ignore how comforting and familiar Lexa's voice was, "Why are you out here? It isn't safe." Lexa's voice was obviously restrained… from something.

Clarke's first thought was to attack- if it weren't for her leg and the wooziness she still felt- and the fact that Lexa probably had the woods riddled with guards.

"Why do you care, Lexa," Clarke limped until she was inches away from Lexa. Lexa didn't move but Clarke could sense her discomfort. Lexa's eyes darted towards the young grounder, who was still standing nearby, "Stand down, Thomas."

Clarke looked over at the boy, who was still gripping his knife ready to charge at her. Thomas immediately followed Lexa's orders, putting his knife in his sheath, but kept his hands by the knife in case he needed to defend his commander.

Lexa looked back over at Clarke, her face now emotionless, "Your leg Clarke, it's bleeding."

"One of your people hit me with an arrow."

Lexa's eyes widened, "One of my people? A hunter?"

Clarke immediately regretted giving Lexa so much information about herself. She turned and tried to limp away, her head spinning from moving so fast. Clarke could feel herself losing her balance, and fell on her back, her consciousness was slowly fading away again. The time seemed to slow down and the odd numb feeling became worse. She really needed to wake up- no, she really needed help.

Clarke scolded herself in her head for letting herself get so weak.

"Clarke, our hunters use poisonous arrows for defense," The panic in Lexa's voice almost worried Clarke.

Great, now she's lying. Clarke continued to struggle to get back on her feet.

"Clarke," Lexa squatted so that she was at eye level with Clarke, she was only a few inches away from Clarke's face, "You will die out here. We have the cure in Polis, sometimes hunters get hit."

Enraged, Clarke turned and spat out, "You're lying. I checked my leg to see if it was infected, it's not."

Lexa squatted so that she was at eye level with Clarke. Clarke could see fear in Lexa's eyes- the same look Lexa had when Clarke went back into TonDC for her mother before a missile hit…

"You can't see the poison, Clarke. It's used on large animals, in case they attack. The poison works slower on humans, it's not meant for us. Do you feel dizzy? Or numb-"

Clarke fought the "Even if you were telling the truth, why would I trust you? And why the Hell would I go to Polis with you? You abandoned my people. You left us to die, Lexa. You left me. I'm not going anywhere with you."

The pang of guilt seemed to wash over Lexa's face. She looked back over to Thomas, who was still watching the argument, slightly confused and curious as to why his fearless commander would look so guilty.

Lexa's face hardened, "Clarke, you can hate me all you want, but right now you need me if you want to survive. Only a fool would be stubborn enough to put his own life in danger."

Clarke studied Lexa's face. She looked concerned, or scared- or relieved… Clarke couldn't tell. What she did know was that she felt like dying, and hasn't eaten for days. She had no other option if she was planning on living. She hated that she needed-

"Clarke," the urgency in Lexa's voice pulled Clarke from her thoughts. Clarke could feel herself losing consciousness.

"O-okay," Clarke sighed, she had no idea how she was even awake right now.

As soon as Clarke agreed, Lexa reached for Clarke's arm to help her up.

"No," Clarke pulled her arm away. The guilt on Lexa's face returned, but only for a second, "Thomas, sis em au," Lexa pointed at Clarke and stood.

The young grounder was quick to help Clarke up. As Clarke stood, she felt the world spin one last time before her whole body went numb and she passed out once again.

Thomas instantly caught Clarke's limp body. Lexa stood by as Thomas cradled Clarke in his arms. She would have helped, she wanted to, but she knew that Clarke would not have wanted that. She looked up at Thomas, feeling as if her 'Commander mask' was being forced back on, "Let's move. She needs that cure. Now."

They walked back into the city in silence, Lexa looked back over at Clarke's face every once in a while to make sure she was okay. Lexa knew that Clarke would never forgive her. Lexa knew that she would never be able to have Clarke. But Clarke was still special. Clarke was important. If there was one thing that made this whole situation better, it was the fact that Clarke was really alive.

A/N Hi there, sorry it took so long to post this chapter. I had so many chapters written except for this one. I was struggling to write how Clarke would feel seeing Lexa for the first time since Mount Weather.

I hope you guys enjoy the slightly longer chapter, Tell me what you think!

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