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Chapter 2:

Clarke had been taken past the crowd of prying eyes, entering a small cabin. In it, there were two beds and a man with a full beard and a round belly. His eyes immediately caught The Commander's, so his head bowed down in shock, at the honour.

Lexa put an arm around Clarke as she titled her head to the girl. "I'm here for this one Nyko."

This man's eyes went down to the scrawny lass. "That's a nasty gash. Trouble hunting?"

Lexa smirked, looking down to the girl. Clarke glanced back at her in mild confusion. "No. I think she's a lovely catch."

Clarke couldn't help but crack a smile. "I didn't know I was being hunted."

Lexa chuckled, gently squeezing the girl's arm. "Women rarely do until they're in my arms."

Now that got Clarke's attention. Nyko made a 'humph' noise, thank god, and Clarke's eyes snapped from Lexa's to his. His finger's tapped on a bed-frame, muscles tense as a bow.

"I think I should look at the girl, before that gets infected." He announced rather seriously.

Lexa's eyes flashed with concern, her brow knitted together. "Yes, we've got a long day's ride tomorrow...we wouldn't want that."

Clarke's head swivelled to The Commander. "What? We just had a long day's ride!"

Lexa's lips formed a gentle smile. "I know, but we must ride on. You don't know it yet, but we must go."

Clarke was about to protest, but she could tell she wasn't going to get anywhere with this. Lexa...she had this sternness in her eyes...The Commander seemed to be used to getting her way.

"Can't I at least have a bath...or some food. Maybe sleep a little." Clarke was pleading, and she hated how young in made her sound.

Lexa's eyes seemed to betray so much, even though her lip's barely curved downward. "I'd encourage it Clarke. We leave tomorrow. No sooner. You can sleep and eat all you want."

Clarke just stared at her. Eye's narrowing. This had to be a trick. No way she got all that from some...Commander, no matter how nice she was.

"What's the catch?" Clarke had always been blunt, and it was showing now.

"None," was all Lexa replied with.

Clarke didn't stop her staring...and Lexa sighed, She leaned down, only a little, taking the girl's face in her hands.

"I have no reason to fool you Skywalker, but you must trust me."

Clarke wanted to scoff at her, but she hesitated. Her head still hurt...she was hungry. Did it really matter why all this was happening?

That's when Clarke gave in. She had to. She was just so damned tired.

Lexa gave her one last smile, before turning to Nyko. The man, as if on cue, leaned down taking care of Clarke's surprisingly small wound. When the blood was washed away, and the cut was taken care of. It really hadn't been that big of a deal, thank god for small miracles.

….

Clarke woke up in a bed from that...was it even fair to call it a hospital? A room with two small beds, maybe not. But there she was, awake, and rubbing her eyes. She squinted her eyes. The sun was too fucking bright.

She looked across the room to find the lean, and charming Commander looking out a window, reclining on a wall.

Clarke sat up with a groan. She was sore all over, and she'd have to ride again? Why did she have all the luck?

Lexa turned, smiling at her. "Good morning Skywalker."

Clarke rolled her eyes, "Hello Grounder."

"What? You don't like it?" Lexa teased.

Clarke wanted to roll her eyes again, but she showed real restraint. No, she just grimaced instead. "I don't know. It seems far too obvious."

Lexa conceded, "Probably. But I think it suit's you. Especially with eyes like that. You're just begging for it."

That's it, Clarke really couldn't stop herself. So just like the Earth goes round, so did her eyes, again. "Ah ha. I'm sure. Jeez, are you single?"

Lexa frowned, not liking where this was going, "Yes."

Clarke nodded, confirming something. "Yep, I knew it. You're trying way too hard."

Lexa pouted. The Great Commander couldn't help it. "That's not very fair, I did save your life."

Clarke's face contorted to a scowl, this time at herself. "Sorry. I never know when to shut it."

Lexa's face, as if by magic, turned back into that easy grin. "It's fine. But normally girl's shut it, because they're on the edge of screaming, just trying to maintain a little control, until I take even that from them. They just can't help themselves when my hands-"

Clarke interrupted that thought, "Apparently I'm not the only one."

Lexa's mouth was still open, mid-sentences, before she gave Clarke a sheepish grin. "I suppose not."

Clarke paused, realising something important. "Where are we going anyway? I thought we were going on some mission or something."

The Grounder merely grinned proudly. "Not exactly. But yes, I have to take you to the Mountain."

Clarke felt confusion unleash within her, making her very uncomfortable. "Why? It's not going to be some horrifying blood ritual, because I really don't feel like dying."

Lexa couldn't help the grin plastered all over her face. "I promise it's nothing like that."

Clarke almost glared at her. "Then what's with all the secrecy?"

The Commander hesitated. Her hand's becoming fists. "I can't tell you, but I promise, I will show you."

….

Clarke had thought yesterday's ride sucked. Today's was worse. She clung to The Commander as they left the village. This lasted the whole day. I didn't completely suck though. Despite everything, Clarke felt weirdly okay with the other girl. Sure she barely knew her, and as far as she knew, there would be a blood ritual. After all what else could happen on a mountain...with an alter. It was suspicious as all hell.

Yet Clarke still trusted the mysterious girl despite that. Lexa's smile was contagious, she had hilariously bad pick up lines. What wasn't there to love?