Okay, so I decided I'd give you guys an alternate ending because I'm cool like that.
There were many others in here. She paid them no mind, her gaze immediately snapping to a particular bed. Lexa's stomach dropped when she saw that damn sky boy sitting on it, holding Clarke's hand in an intimate manner.
Their eyes met - Clarke's hazed and dull from the drugs, Lexa's bright and tearful - and a smile started to spread, growing larger with every step she took towards Clarke, despite Bellamy's presence.
"I'll give you two some space," he said, moving off to another bed, the one that housed his sleeping sister.
When she was by Clarke's side, she resisted the powerful urge to embrace the girl and never let go by placing her hands behind her back and grasping her wrist.
"Clarke," she managed finally.
"Lexa," responded Clarke, voice raspy.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I was shot," she said, chuckling slightly. Clarke winced and Lexa's grip tightened painfully. The sky girl looked to her with kind eyes and a hint of something else that Lexa couldn't place. "I heard I have you to thank for saving my life...so thanks."
She held out her hand and Lexa gladly accepted the contact.
"I did what I co-" she started, before Clarke pulled her in for a hug.
Lexa held her gingerly, awkwardly, not wanting to further aggravate her injury. The memory and emotions this close contact was bringing back to her were almost overwhelming, but she bore them with silent dignity.
She shivered when she felt Clarke's warm breath on her neck, her lips moving close to her ear. Nothing could have prepared her for what came next. "I told you we would try this again."
Lexa jolted back to observe the blonde's smirk. All trace of the dullness had vanished from her eyes. Now Lexa placed that something else. Mischief.
"How?" she whispered as her whole body tingled in confusion and anticipation.
"Maybe you should sit, kid," Clarke continued, patting the side of the bed. "There's been enough people passing out around here as it is."
Dumbly, she nodded and did as she was bade.
"I don't know how it happened, Lexa. When I was under it all just came back to me."
"Everything?" she asked tentatively, not sure she wanted Clarke to remember some of her less finer moments. The kissing incident came to mind.
"Yes, everything. I thought it was just a weird drug induced dream at first, but when I saw you just now, I knew it was real." Clarke shook her head. "It's beyond me how you didn't go insane." She grinned. "Or maybe you did. You got pretty sadistic towards the end, didn't you?"
Still dumbfounded they were having this conversation, it took a few seconds to reply in more than a single word. "I was surprised you went along with dismembering and torturing Quint so many times."
Clarke shrugged and grinned wider. "He deserved it." Clarke became thoughtful. "Kind of ironic that the guy who kept trying to kill me ended up saving my life. The universe, or whatever it was that kept you there, has a wicked sense of humour."
"That it does."
They observed each other quietly for awhile, Lexa trying to determine what this meant for them down the road. Did it really change anything between them?
"Thank you for believing me," she said suddenly. "For believing in me. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't."
Clarke took her hand again, giving such a sincere smile that Lexa's breath caught. "You trusted me about Bellamy and Octavia. Let's call it even." Her heart hammered wildly as Clarke added, "I think part of the reason I believed you was because..." Clarke's vital signs blipped, "deep down I cared for you too. Something I can't deny any longer."
This was all too much. After months of torturous unrequited feelings, the woman with a fierce grip on her mind and body suddenly revealed she has them too. How was she to cope with that?
Crying apparently.
The tears started to fall without her consent and she tried to wipe them away but Clarke said,"You need this, Lexa. Don't fight it." Lexa nodded and Clarke pulled her into another embrace. It was all Lexa could do not to sob and squeeze her tight when Clarke started to stroke her back tenderly, like Costia used to do after a particularly bad day.
Lexa took several steadying breaths before giving Clarke a reprieve from such weakness.
The golden girl looked at her funnily.
"What is it, Clarke?"
"You smeared your war paint," she replied, biting her lip, holding back laughter. "If ever you looked like a demented raccoon-" she snorted, "it's now."
She had a flashback to the poor creatures she had dissected and felt a pang of guilt.
Sternly, "Mocking the commander usually means death."
Clarke's eyes danced playfully as she entwined their fingers. "Oh, you let me get away with plenty before now. I'm not worried."
"When did I do such a thing?" she asked, with a frown.
"Are you serious?" said Clarke, eyebrows shooting up. Lexa was. "Like all the time!" Her vitals blipped again. "I didn't understand your favouritism while it was happening," Clarke smirked, "but now it's clear to me that you were whipped from the very beginning."
Lexa had learned a lot of expressions over the past ten months, but she didn't believe that was one of them. Still, she got the gist. It unsettled her that she had been so easily manipulated by a pretty face and willful spirit. The commander was supposed to be above such tactics.
Clarke stroked the side of her hand with her thumb, bringing her back to the moment. Her eyes locked with Clarke's. "Don't feel badly about that. I've been told I'm hard to deny."
"Now that you have brought this to my attention," Lexa said, deadly serious, "do not expect special treatment in the future. I can't be seen 'picking favourites'. There's a reason the commander doesn't have a second."
Clarke rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Lexa. Well, I've enjoyed our little heart to heart but I'm pretty tired so-"
"Of course. You need your rest. I'll-"
Clarke leaned in and kissed her and all thought went out the window. Unlike the previous time, it was soft and sensual and all the more maddening because of it. Lexa cupped the side of the girls face in an attempt to draw her in more, letting go of the rest of her uncertainty, praying this moment would never end.
A distant beeping shattered through the haze of her bliss.
"I think that's enough visiting for tonight."
Where was the time loop when she needed it?
Clarke pulled back giving her mother the stink eye. Lexa blinked rapidly in an attempt to order her swirling mind.
"I'm surprised at you, Clarke. You should know better."
"It was just a kiss, mom. It's not like we were having sex."
Lexa's dazed demeanour returned and she stared at Clarke's lips unfocused while a cascade of inappropriate thoughts flooded her central nervous system.
"No, and you won't be for quite some time."
"If I want to have sex with Lexa tomorrow," Clarke said obstinately, "you can't stop me."
If Lexa hadn't been sitting down, she would have fallen over.
"Oh, yes I can young lady. I am the doctor here and you will do as you're told."
Mother and daughter faced off silently. Then Clarke sighed, relenting further and releasing her hand.
"Oooh denied!" came the call from across the room where Octavia resided. Lexa looked over to find the girl watching them in rapt fascination, no Trikru dignity whatsoever. Bellamy was glaring at her and Lexa couldn't help but smirk slightly.
Abby pursed her lips when Lexa continued to sit on the edge of her daughter's sick bed in a gloating attitude. Just because she saved Clarke's life, didn't mean she could take advantage of the situation. "Goodnight, commander."
While impressive that the Griffins weren't afraid to stand up to her, it was also annoying. She didn't want to leave after that wonderful, breathtaking kiss. Still, she knew it wasn't good to rile Clarke up too much in her condition, so she nodded to Abby and proceeded to leave the infirmary.
Before she did, she grasped Clarke's hand. "We will continue this conversation tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," agreed Clarke, with a knowing look.
So which ending did you prefer? Sapless or Saptastic? ;D