Hey everyone! As always thanks for reading and reviewing the last chapter - I appreciate you all so much! This is the last chapter of this story, so I hope you love it!

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The next morning Clarke awoke to the sunlight streaming in through the fabric of their tent, and the sounds of the camp waking up around them. Clarke awoke on her belly, arm strewn casually across Lexa's belly casually. She let out a sigh of contentment, quickly followed by a groan of discomfort when she realized all the pressure her body weight was putting on her injured leg. Blue eyes looked up at Lexa's sleeping face as she tried to discretely flip herself onto her back. The blonde frowned, scrunching her eyebrows together as she looked up at the tent ceiling. Something didn't feel right. hurriedly she sat up, throwing the furs off her body. Clarke let out a gasp as her eyes took in the sight of bright red blood that had smeared all over the pelts and their entwined legs through the night.

"What is it?" a groggy voice asked from behind her.

"It's nothing – it's just – one of my stitches tore open last night." Lexa nearly flew too seated position, and despite the look of concern on the brunettes face the blonde couldn't help but break into a wide grin at the sight before her. "What?"

Clarke couldn't help but smile even bigger at the look of confusion that crossed the commander's face. The site in front of her was certainly something to behold. There the commander sat, naked and exposed in front of Clarke – completely comfortable. There was no denying that the woman in front of her was beautiful, yet it was taking everything in her not to break into a laugh.

"What?" Lexa asked again, clearly annoyed.

"It's just…your hair." Despite their time together, Clarke had yet to see Lexa's hair in its natural state. In Polis Lexa had handmaidens attending to her hair both night and day – she was sure Lexa used a lot of product in it to keep it tame. Even when they were at camps, the brunette always made sure her hair was contained by a series of intricate braids – but in the fierceness of their activities the night before Clarke had pulled the braids out leaving her hair to move as it willed. The blonde had to admit – she liked the way the brown locks poofed around the commanders face. It made her seem wild. Lexa rolled her eyes.

"Clarke, you are bleeding – and all you can think about is my hair?"

"Well, look at it." She said cheekily, reaching forward to brush her fingers through the springy mops. "It's adorable."

"I am the Commander. I am not adorable." This time it was Clarke's turn to roll her eyes.

"Yes you are." She argued. "Ask anyone – perhaps we should ask any one of the hundreds of your subjects who fawn over you every time you walk by."

"I am the Commander – they are meant to fawn over me." Clarke rolled her eyes a second time before grabbing Lexa by the next and pressing her lips against hers.

"You. Are. Adorable." She demanded, placing a kiss on her full lips between each word. This time Lexa couldn't help but smile broadly when Clarke pulled away.

"Fine I am adorable – but you are still injured." The brunette said seriously, turning her attention back to Clarke's wound. "I think it is not as bad as it looks."

Clarke nodded in agreement "Yes, I think a quick re-stitch and I should be good to go. I'll just go see my Mother – " Clarke's eyes widened in horror as the memories of what her mother had walked in on the night before came flooding back to her. She gasped. "Oh God – my mother. I need to go speak to her." Her eyes got even wider. "Or maybe I should just avoid her…"

This time Lexa chuckled, amusedly. "Clarke, it is probably best that you just get it over with."

Clarke nodded, removing herself from the bed and moving to dress herself. Lexa crawled to the end of her bed picking up a piece of fabric which she threw to Clarke. All of Clarke's sleeping clothes were still in the blonde's tent, and she didn't want her putting her jeans back on aggravating her injury further. Clarke slipped the night gown over her head before moving to pull her coat on, which was still there from days before. She threw Lexa one last nervous smile before slipping through the tent flat.

"Wanheda…?" One of the guards that was positioned in front of Lexa's tent questioned when he saw her. "What are you…oh."

Clarke blushed slightly as the guard smirked at her, knowingly raising an eyebrow. She was sure her appearance wasn't helping the situation. There she stood, hair messy and unruly, in Lexa's nightgown, dried blood smeared down her leg.

"Don't tell anyone of this." Clarke demanded, though she was sure the cat was already out of the bag.

"Of course, Wanheda." Clarke nodded, as she began to limp towards the Skaikru camp. The knowing glances she got from various warriors as she walked seemed to only confirm what she was expecting – everyone knew what happened between their Heda and Wanheda last night. The blonde sighed as she found herself in front of her mother's tent.

"Mom?" She called out, knocking on one of the tent poles gently.

"Come in!" A voice called from inside and Clarke entered the tent apprehensively.

"Clarke." The doctor swallowed awkwardly, unsure where to put her eyes. "I didn't expect you to be awake so early after last night."

Clarke blushed – leave it to her mother to dive right into the awkward conversations. She looked up at her mother, gulping nervously.

"One of my stitches opened." Clarke changed the subject, finally looking her mother in the eye for the first time. The doctor let out a sigh.

"Sit down, let me take a look." The girl nodded obediently before sitting on the edge of her mother's makeshift bed. Abby quickly gathered a few medical supplies before crouching down in front of Clarke. The doctor pulled back the slit of the night gown so she could get a better look, noting it was the same one she had seen the Commander wearing the day she had arrived in Ton DC. The doctor sighed loudly.

"Clarke, you have medical training. You how long a person should take before doing anything…strenuous."

"We all make mistakes…" Clarke defended weakly, an impish grimace on her face. Abigail stopped cleaning the dried blood off her daughters leg briefly, looking at her daughter incredulously.

"Is that what last night was? A mistake?"

"What no Mom – that's not what I meant." Clarke could see her mother beginning to fume, and was already regretting having this conversation so soon.

"How long, Clarke." The doctor demanded. Clarke opened her mouth, before closing it quickly as she stopped to think just how long things had been going on between her and Lexa. The doctor went back to cleaning the wound, the pragmatic silence between them growing with intensity each second.

"Since before the mountain." Clarke finally spoke – uncertain if her answer was the best she could give. That was when it all started, wasn't it? Abby's eyes went wide, but continued focusing on her hands which were no preparing to stitch Clarke back up.

"That's been months, Clarke." Clarke grimaced as her mom began to re-stitch the wound.

"I know, Mom – but it's been complicated, that whole thing at the mountain kind of put a hindrance on things."

"Is that why you left us? Because you're girlfriend abandoned you?" Abby accused, pulling slightly harder on the thread than necessary.

"Ow! Mom!" Clarke gasped, and instantly guilt filled the doctor's eyes.

"I'm sorry Clarke." Her mother said, instantly calming her movements. An awkward silence filled the room as the doctor finished stitching her daughter up for the second time in less than two days. "There, all done."

"Thank you Mom." Clarke said, as the two woman looked into each other's eyes. "That's not why I left."

"Then why?" Clarke looked up at her mother, a guilt unlike any she had ever seen before filling her daughters blue orbs.

"I just – seeing my friends walk around camp was a constant reminder of what I'd done to save them…" Tears spilled down her cheeks, the regret and remorse of her actions catching up with her once more. "I couldn't live with it anymore. Earth was supposed to be this magical free place, but instead we fell straight into war and I somehow ended up taking close to 1,000 lives…I just…"

Clarke's body shook, the tears she'd been holding in for months finally taking over her body, and Abby moved quickly to take her daughter into her arms. The doctor's heart ached numbly – she had never calculated the amount of blood on Clarke's hands and to hear it put like that was just staggering. Unsure what else to do she rubbed small circles on her back until the shaking of her petite frame stopped.

"I was going to kill myself." Clarke confessed in a whisper so quiet Abby almost missed it. The blonde straightened her back, as she wiped the tears from her eyes, regaining some of her composure. "I tried, on more than one occasion but I could never bring myself to do it. Then, Lexa brought me back to Polis and I was so angry about what she'd done to me that I tried to kill her. I didn't just forgive her for what she did, but eventually I came to understand that I would have done the exact same thing she did in her position."

Abby nodded, unable to speak at all the new information she was being given.

"It wasn't like I just got back to Polis and everything was good. It took time – and regaining of trust but eventually, it just happened. Lexa understands me in a way no one else on this earth does, or ever will. She has just as much blood, if not more, on her hands than I do and yet somehow she manages to be a kind and compassionate commander. You know blood must not have blood is a rejected concept among the grounders? Her people think she is weak for trying to bring peace to the clans, but it's all she wants and continues to fight for-"

"You love her." Abby cut her off suddenly unable to keep the sudden realization of just how deep her daughter's feelings for the commander were.

"Yes." Clarke nodded without hesitation.

"Does she love you back?" Clarke bit her lip, holding back a smile before nodding.

"I think so. We haven't exactly said it to each other yet, but…actions speak louder than words." Lexa's actions had been speaking since the moment she had first laid eyes on the blonde. Though she knew the warrior was compassionate, when it came to Clarke it was always overdone.

"Well, alright then. I have to admit, this isn't exactly the relationship I'd wanted for you – but nothing on earth has gone the way we had planned so I guess you being happy is all I can really ask for."

At that Clarke let out a smile bigger than Abby had seen in months, hugging her mother tightly.

"I am. Very happy. And hopefully now that we are the 13th clan and the ice nation has been tamed we can experience a little bit of that peace we have been hoping for and finally enjoy earth."

"That would be really nice, Clarke." Abby said smiling back hugging her daughter equally as tight. Clarke pulled back smiling again, and Abby reached to tuck some of her daughter's blond hair behind her ear.

"Thank you." Clarke said, and Abby wasn't sure if she was referring to the stitches of the conversation. "We aren't telling people yet. We don't want it to look like she's favoring the 13th clan, especially after everything that happened with Pike. A lot of people are still uncertain about us."

"Of course." Abby nodded understanding, as Clarke stood.

"I'll see you at the meetings in a bit." Clarke smiled one last time before ducking out of the tent and making her way back to Lexa.

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Lexa sat at the small table in her tent, examining the braids Yoan had just put in her hair carefully with a small mirror.

"Thank you Yoan." She stated monotone, as the hand maiden held up her jacket which she slipped over her arms and began to do the intricate buckles up carefully. Behind her she heard the tent flap open, and she assumed it was Clarke based on the lack of introduction to her entrance. Lexa turned as Yoan finished buckling her jack. The brown hair girl frowned, taking one look at Clarke's blood shot eyes. She had been crying. "Leave us."

The hand maiden nodded, ducking her head respectfully as she exited the tent.

"What happened?" Lexa demanded, and Clarke moved forward wrapping her arms tightly around the commander. Instantly Lexa hugged her back, hands tightly grasping her lover. "Clarke, are you okay?"

Clarke leaned back in Lexa's arms, a large smile spreading across her face. A look of confusion formed on Lexa's face at the contradicting emotions, but before she could say anything Clarke leaned forward placing a chaste kiss on Lexa's lips.

"Yes, I'm more than okay."

FINI

Well, and that's that! I felt like it ended a bit abruptly, so I'm thinking of adding and epilogue chapter, just to give us a little bit more of the cute Clexa, but I'm not sure!

I have two other stories floating in my head that I would really like to start working on.

One would be just a cute little one shot where Clarke and Lexa reminisce over their fathers.

The other a longer multi-chapter, that would start mid season 4, where Clarke resurrects Lexa and continues from there. It's a bit of a complex plot line and has been taking some planning, but I've never seen anything like that done before (not to say it doesn't exist, of course), and I think it would be a lot of fun!

Anyways guys! Thank you again for reading - I haven't written consistently in years and this fic has reminded me just how much I love it! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this story, if you want an epilogue and which fic you want to read from me next!

Love you all, you're beautiful!