They had just finished the briefing. It had only been hours since Bellamy's flare had shot through the day's sky. There had been many doubts about whether he could actually get the job done so it was a bit of a surprise when the signal was suddenly streaking in the air. The Commander immediately called a meeting with her generals and the Sky Crew to quickly outline every and all key points in the infiltration and ultimate eradication of Mt. Weather.

The Commander and the Sky Princess, took their turns instructing the warriors of every last detail down to the name and position that everyone would be taking. Lexa stood in a silent awe as she watched Clarke command and direct both of their peoples. She felt a sense of pride as she saw how her own men regarded her, and how she was becoming the leader Lexa knew she could be. Her presence demanded respect and the blonde beauty didn't have to do a damn thing to get it. And the Commander found that sexy as hell. At the same time, Clarke stood amazed by Lexa who was dominating even in her quiet disposition. The Grounder Commander walked with unrivaled authority. And when she led the entire camp in the death chant of jus drein, jus daun, the simple force to command multitudes upon a single word uttered, was a hell of a turn on and it took every ounce of willpower to physically restrain herself from throwing herself all over her.

Clarke became a bit annoyed at herself for being so vain. She ruffled her hair giving it a slight shake. The blonde licked her lips, before giving herself a once over, running her hands over the rear of her pants. She adjusted her fitted blouse, leaving the top two buttons open, displaying a firm cleavage. Clarke shook her head in a humorous disgust. Could she be anymore obvious? She was as wound up as ever and it had nothing to do with the upcoming showdown with Mt. Weather. No, it was the slow, torturous kiss she and the Commander had just shared not too long ago.

The kiss. So unexpected, yet inevitable. It had definitely been building, as the tension between the brunette and the blonde had just about reached its tipping point. While they argued over Octavia's loyalty, Clarke's apparent blindness to the situation and Lexa's overall distrust of anyone who wasn't herself, all it really was was a final tug of war. The push and pull between Clarke and Lexa had escalated greatly and someone had to break. Ultimately, it was the Commander that succumbed. And Clarke wasn't mad at that at all, not one bit. So here Clarke stood in her tent waiting for Lexa to arrive. In the midst of war and stolen kisses, Clarke managed to do something a little special for the Commander. Well, it was more than special, more like pulling out all the stops, but it would be worth it. She hoped.

The light tapping outside her tent brought Clarke back from her thoughts. She checked her full length mirror, yet again, pleased with what she saw but still nervous. Clenching her fists shut, a tactic she used to settle herself down, she looked around one last time, making sure everything was set and ready. "Come in." Lexa stepped through the opening, making quick eye contact with the blonde with expectant blue eyes. Her mouth turned slightly upwards into a shy smile, tentatively making her way further inside the tent. Clarke noticed the slight hesitation immediately, somewhat confused. It was awkward, a weird awkward. Did something happen during the meeting that she wasn't aware of, did she offend her or...

'Oh.'

She almost smacked herself in the head for not realizing. This was the first time they were alone since the kiss. Clarke shyly smiled back at the Commander, feeling her cheeks warm up instantaneously. She hoped her blush wasn't too obvious and was starting to think it was a bad idea to be alone with the brunette again.

"Lexa, come in. Sit down." She quickly recovered, pushing down the awkwardness. She gestured at an odd looking reupholstered sofa in the middle of the tent. Lexa nodded and sat. Green eyes took notice of a strange looking device on the table just in front of the sofa. It was well known that the Commander was nothing but skeptical, to say the least, of any machine, any device that was foreign to her or her people, anything that they could not build themselves.

"What is that contraption?" Lexa asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh. Yeah. Well that's the reason you're here." Lexa furrowed her brows. Her eyes scanned the alien object from her seat on the sofa, as Clarke gingerly moved to sit down next to the green-eyed girl. "Well, do you remember awhile back when we had our run-in with the pauna, and had to literally run for our lives? After that whole ordeal, on our way back to camp… you asked me to tell you another story of mine? I told you about…."

"Lucy and Amy. The criminal extraordinaire and the secret government spy…" Clarke smiled.

"So you do remember?"

"Of course, Clarke? How could I forget?"

"Right. Well, I told you that their story was actually a movie, DEBS…" the blonde paused to see if Lexa remembered that much as well.

"Yes. I remember."

'Ok..'

"Well, you said you wished you could have seen the movie for yourself..." She looked at the blonde expectantly, brow arching in anticipation, which Lexa responded by a nod. "Well, I really owe Raven for this. So.. this," she gestured to the small machine Lexa had asked about," is a media player. I told you about the disks we had on the Ark, right? Well this is its counterpart. This machine here plays the disks." The brunette looked lost. She was still not too accustomed to the sky people's technology as she would have liked, or even cared for, really.

"Ok, don't get lost on me ok?" Clarke laughed, waving her hand in front of Lexa's face. She grabbed a few strange items on the side of the player and held them in her hands for the brunette to see. "These are the media disks. They have the media coded inside them and play when inserted inside the media player." The Commander slowly nodded, trying to understand, though Clarke wasn't sure if she really was. "And this right here," she pulled up a small screen attached to the back of the player," is what we see the media on."

"Right."

"Right, so… as I've said before, these disks hold media of all sorts from before the disaster. Music, literature, newspaper articles, movies, television shows…"

"Tele..vis...ion…" the Commander questioningly drawled out.

"Yes, television or T.V. for short. Remember what I told you about movies? Movies were feature length pictures, at least two hours of story. Well, television shows were much smaller in length and format. A T.V. show consisted of episodes, mini stories within an actual story, I guess you could say."

"Oh."

"Right. Well, like I said before, we had a vast collection of media that was preserved on the Ark. Some of that were television shows. We had some complete series and only a few episodes of others. I don't have the DEBS movie, "Clarke awkwardly paused," but, there's something else I really wanted to show you." Lexa looked like she was processing this new information quickly enough for a whole new jargon she had never heard before. She looked at the blonde whose eyes seemed to be focused on the ground, a pink hue coloring her cheeks.

"Of course, Clarke. I'd be honored." Clarke looked up with a timid smile, as she caught the same sentiment in the brunette's eyes.

"Good. So… this particular show we actually do have the complete season of. It was really popular on the Ark, as it was on Earth when it originally aired." Clarke opened the case and pulled out a disk. She inserted it into the media player and after a few seconds, the screen came to life with moving images, while its theme song began to play. "If you'd like me to continue with these crazy stories of mine that you seem to have grown fond of, I really think you would like this one." The Commander nodded as they both turned their attention to the screen. The first thing Lexa saw were 5 girls, all different sizes, different hair colors and beautiful. Her eyes wandered all over the girls' form, up and down, pausing at whatever caught her gaze.

"Well I can see you're liking the show already," Clarke smirked, seeing the appreciation in the Commander's eyes. Lexa half smiled.

"So listen, we can't tell anyone about any of this or else I'm going to have a crowd of people lining outside my tent with popcorn fighting for a spot on the couch here."

"So, you want to keep this a secret?"

"Mmm hmm. Can you keep it," Clarke grinned widely. The brunette slowly nodded. She wasn't too keen on secrets but for Clarke, she would make an exception. Turning their attention back to the screen, the introduction was suddenly over and the episode began.

They had started with the first season, episode one, of course. When the ending credits rolled, Clarke turned to see Lexa's eyes still locked on the screen. The episode was over, the credits had passed and the screen was black, but the Commander's eyes stayed fixated on the screen. Clarke knew she was still processing what she had seen. It had to have been pretty surreal to the brunette to actually see moving pictures, people talking and walking, and hearing music simultaneously emanating from some tiny plasma screen.

"That was… incredible Clarke." Lexa was in awe. Clarke could see the amazement on her face, she could hear it in her voice. But she unsure where exactly it stemmed from. Was it the fact that she had seen a television show, an ancient form of storytelling, something that died along with the old world? Was it the show itself? Maybe both. But Lexa was entranced. "Can we see another… ep.. i..."

"Episode." Clarke finished the brunette's sentence, smiling at the Commander's eagerness. "Of course, but you should know that there are seven seasons, twenty to twenty-five episodes in each season, and each episode is almost an hour long…" The Commander frowned before she realized that she was saying that they probably wouldn't get around to seeing them all. And with the war at hand, who knew if they would get another chance. "Well maybe we can skip around to the better episodes. You know, the important ones, the ones with crucial information.."

So they skipped around but made sure to see the last episode of season one. The Commander had been quiet and observing throughout most of the episodes, gathering and assessing everything she saw. At the end, Lexa was very still and thinking hard and Clarke knew she had questions. "You seem like you have something on your mind..." Lexa sighed. She hated being confused. Clear thinking and understanding was crucial to being Commander. And she could not understand no matter how hard she tried.

"Yes. Well…." she sighed again," who is this "A" person?!" Lexa huffed, annoyed at her own confusion. The blonde chuckled, leaning back against the sofa. They had just finished the last episode of season one so that particular question could have been answered in many different ways. She always wondered how people back then could ever stand such suspense, such twists and turns.

"Well.. there are actually a few of them but…"

"What?!" The Commander's eyes widened, almost jumping out of her seat. Clarke laughed.

"Yes, I know. My sentiments exactly. Look, I don't want us to get ahead of ourselves. You're going to have watch some more episodes to understand." The Commander frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, catching herself before she pouted, which Clarke noticed.

"Very well," the brunette huffed.

"Ok. So what else is did you want to know?"

"Well, that girl, the swimmer.."

"Emily."

"Emily, yes. I do not understand her relationship with the snippy blonde one."

"Alison?"

"Yes."

"Did you even pay attention?" Clarke chuckled at a bewildered Commander. "She was in love with Alison and…"

"Love?" Lexa scoffed. "That is not love Clarke. How can you love someone who would treat you like that, mistreat you so badly? "

"I don't know. Love makes you do some crazy things, sometimes even allows you to play the fool."

"Well, Emily certainly was a fool. I do not know how she could love someone like that."

"I totally agree. I guess sometimes feelings that strong can be blinding. I liked Maya personally. I always thought they were a better match. They had chemistry and they both wanted each other the same way. It's just too bad that..." The blonde caught herself about to spill something that they had not watched yet.

"What? What are you saying Clarke.."Lexa interrupted. She shook her head, fingers twisting her lips as if she was locking them shut.

"Nope. You're going to have to watch."

"Clarke…" Lexa warned. Clarke all but whined for the brunette to stop her non stop questioning.

"You have to watch and see what happens, ok?"

"Fine.." she relented. They turned their attention back to the screen as the continued to delve further into the show.

It had gotten very late, very fast. When Lexa had first arrived, it was early morning and now the sun was setting. They both found themselves relaxing into each other. Clarke was still slouched, while Lexa seemed to relax more into the sofa. Unknowingly, their bodies were leaned towards the other, slightly touching. They had continued to skip around seasons and episodes. Clarke made sure to play the ones that she thought were important to the whole storyline, explaining to Lexa the missing parts and pieces.

"This is… very confusing, Clarke." Lexa shook her head, exasperated.

"Yes, I know all too well how… ugh… frustrating this show can be," Clarke shook her head, sharing the same feeling. But apparently, Lexa's frustrations didn't end there.

"I'm done with games and deceptions. Now I want to know Clarke… who is this Uber A?!" The Commander was flustered and demanding answers. Clarke laughed out loud, causing Lexa to simmer down and share a laugh at her own expense. Clarke was beyond pleased that Lexa was into the show and so involved in it as she had become. And seeing her react this way to all its mysteries was hilarious and she found it really cute.

"Do you really want to know?" Clarke chuckled, though she hated giving away endings. She always like seeing people's reactions. When she turned to see the steely confirmation in the green eyes beside her, she gave up. The Commander was such a baby sometimes. "Fine. If you must know… Uber A was..."

A very loud knock on the outside tent post interrupted the two girls. Clarke jumped while Lexa seemed frustrated more than anything. "What?!" The Commander barked.

"Commander, I'm sorry to interrupt but the generals are asking for you. There are some new developments regarding Mt. Weather." One of Lexa's men had loudly shouted through the tent folds, though not daring to step an inch inside. A wise move on his part.

"Leave. I'll be there shortly," she shouted back. "Well, it seems duty calls Clarke," Lexa turned to apologize, "I'm sorry. I wish we could continue this but.."

"No, I understand. You need to go." The brunette stood, smoothing her clothes but did not move to leave. Instead, she sat back down after hesitating for a few seconds. Clarke furrowed her brows in confusion. "Is something wrong, Commander?" She looked at the brunette and saw her lost in thought. She had something on her mind. "What is it?"

"Well, there is something I want to know, I mean, well, several things, among others obviously, since we did not get to see the entire…."

"Just ask." The blonde laughed at the very uncharacteristic ramblings of the Commander. But she didn't need to ask. Throughout the whole series, Lexa paid close attention to and had so many questions about a particular liar. "You want to know about Emily." Clarke stated. Lexa nodded, not quite looking at Clarke. "It's ok. Talk to me." Clarke wanted to reassure the Commander, wanted to make her feel safe enough to talk about anything. Lexa sighed.

"Fine. I suppose I might feel some kind of inclination towards Emily. I just want to know what happened to her.." Lexa said in a very small voice.

"Well, do you really want to know or do you maybe want to see for yourself, you know.. at a later time.." She was tired of waiting, and she wanted answers. But she saw a certain apprehension in Clarke's eyes. It was as if she didn't really want to say, or maybe she thought Lexa wouldn't like the answer. But why wouldn't she like the answer. What could be so horrible. Lexa cringed immediately.

"Please do not tell me she coupled herself with that annoying and insufferable Paige girl again," Lexa sneered.

"Wow, tell me how you really feel, Commander," Clarke laughed.

"Clarke, who gets into a relationship with someone who tried to kill them?! I mean…" Lexa was getting flustered. "It's absurd! I would have taken my knife and slowly..."

"Yes, I think I get it, " the blonde chuckled. "Look, it's a T.V. show."

"Meaning…."

"Meaning.." she sighed, running her hands through her hair," some of it is exaggerated. It's a part of story telling. Some things happen that might not necessarily happen in real life."

"Fine. But you still haven't answered my question."

"Ok. What exactly about Emily do you want to know?"

"Well, I suppose I want to know or at least try to understand the relationship between Emily and Alison. I just.. I've been trying to understand how she… could move on after she lost…" Lexa's words fell away when she could no longer speak. And Clarke immediately knew what was happening. But the brunette regained her voice. "...how she could move on with someone else…. when she thought her first love… was dead."

Her voice cracked at the end and she bit the inside of her lip for her lack of control. She was letting her emotions get the better of her and in front of Clarke, of all people, and all Lexa wanted to do was run. And she almost did but a firm hand quickly grabbed onto hers. Clarke chastised herself for not seeing how this could have backfired. And she had no idea how to respond to that.

"Maybe that was why Emily could never have a stable, long lasting relationship. Her feelings," Lexa mildly cringed. "Maybe because she lost Alison ruined her for anyone else." Lexa slowly hung her head, turning away, at her own words. Clarke wanted so bad to reach over and grab Lexa's hand. She wanted to comfort her but she couldn't find the words as desperately as she tried. "It would make sense Clarke," Lexa continued to the blonde's surprise. "Your first love is always the most significant. It stays with you. It haunts you to your last day, until your last breath."

The blonde nodded, though unsure of the way she was taking Lexa's words.

"Perhaps one never truly gets over the loss. Perhaps no one ever really measures up… perhaps no one ever really loves the same way they did with their first." Lexa mumbled, still unable to look at Clarke. And again, Clarke wondered if she really understood what she truly meant.

"What, so a first love will always take precedent over any and all others?" Clarke tried masking the hurt in her voice. Did that mean Costia would forever remain the keeper of Lexa's heart, over anyone else... over her? If Lexa really thought that a person's first love would always mean more than any other, then did she even have a chance? Costia was murdered. They didn't end their relationship mutually, it was taken away from them. Brutally. And Clarke would never be jealous over a dead lover. But she needed to know that, maybe someday, she could have Lexa's love in it's entirety. That while Costia would never be forgotten, she needed to know she could someday have Lexa's heart.

"I mean, will there ever be any room in your heart for another," she blurted without even thinking. Blue eyes drifted to the floor, mortified that that just came out of her mouth. Green eyes shot up in confusion. Lexa's eyes tried to search Clarke's as her blues suddenly shied away from the questions in Lexa's.

"Clarke…" She beckoned her to look at her, give her some kind of response, some kind of clue. The blonde still couldn't look at her and as Lexa wondered those few seconds, it suddenly hit her that she wasn't talking about the show anymore. Neither of them were.

"Will there be room for another in yours?" Lexa softly countered. And that's when Clarke's eyes shot up. She had no idea what the brunette meant by that. Room in her heart? But Lexa was right. After the kiss, she had said that she wasn't ready. Clearly, her heart wasn't available. Not to Lexa, not to anyone. And Lexa had just challenged her right back. Would Clarke's heart ever be ready for someone else? It was a valid question.

It seemed that their conversation had came to an abrupt halt as the questions now swirling around needed to be answered. Digging deep down, Clarke and Lexa searched for the truth within themselves.

"We win this war, we unite our peoples, then what… what's the point of anything if we don't live fully, love fully… if not that, what are really fighting for?" Clarke closed her eyes, trapping in the tears that she didn't want Lexa to see.

"I heard it said best that life should be about more than surviving." Lexa said with a conviction that Clarke never heard before. It was her words but Lexa was saying them back.

They held each other's gaze for a few seconds as no other words were needed. They understood each other completely in that moment. They never gave a straight answer to the question they asked one another. But they didn't need to. They got each other. They understood what they were actually saying. They were saying yes.

"Soo… what did you think about the show?" Clarke cleared her throat and smiled after the shared look between the two turned into an uncomfortable staring match.

"Well…"Lexa smiled back, grateful for the change in subject, "I enjoyed it. It was quite extraordinary to experience that, the way our people used to tell their stories. And to be able to see it with my own two eyes… Clarke.. I'll never be able to repay you for what you've done."

"You're welcome Lexa, but I asked you about the show itself." Clarke chuckled.

"Oh yes. The show. Well it's not like I can compare it to any other show since I've never seen any others… but, I enjoyed it. Besides the unusual fashion and questionable… what did you call them…"

"Plot holes," Clarke finished.

"Right. Plot holes. It was amazing, everything. And I liked the relationships, well, some of them."

"Any particular relationship.." Clarke asked.

"I liked the original pairings," she said, as she thought about the relationships they had seen play out. "Although the relationship between the scholar and the um… information thief, erm… the technological… uhh…"

"Spencer and Caleb," Clarke chuckled. Never in a million years would she had ever thought she would be discussing television characters with a grounder.

"Yes. That was atrocious, "Lexa frowned," but aside from that, I truly enjoyed it all. Thank you." Clarke smiled and nodded as Lexa stood, seemingly remembering that her presence had been requested. Clarke stepped along with her, as she was about to join the impromptu meeting as well. She immediately stopped and turned when she saw the brunette stop short of the tent flaps, looking at her with very serious eyes.

"There is something you need to know Clarke. You need to get used to this now…" Lexa was in full Commander mode, eyes dark with a menacing expression on her face. Clarke gulped. The last time she Lexa like this was when they first met.

"Y-yes Commander?" Clarke could barely get it out when she noticed Lexa leaning in slightly, a move she always did when she was about to go off. Lexa waited as she stared the blonde down, she really wanted to build this up. And in her most authoritative voice she let it be known.

"I will always be Team Emison, Clarke." Clarke erupted in a uncontrollable laughter as Lexa laughed along with her.

"Nope... Emaya rules!" Clarke responded back, still laughing along with the Commander.

It was their last moment to be themselves as their laughter subsided and they stood together at the entrance of the tent, getting ready to walk out. It was a process though, to go from Clarke and Lexa to the Sky Crew leader and The Commander of the Twelve Clans. They couldn't be Clarke and Lexa to the outside. That was something between them. They could be nothing more. At least, to the outside could share nothing more. Just the knowing in their eyes. That was enough. For now.

Lexa looked sideways at the blonde girl next to her. Ther shared a knowing look, one that only their eyes could speak, and one that no else could see. Lexa gave her a half smile, that Clarke returned fully. Neither had any expectations past the day they woke up to. Hell, neither knew if they would even survive said day. But walking out of Clarke's tent, they had something new they were fighting for. They were fighting for each other. They were fighting for love.