Chapter 33:
When nothing happened, Brooklyn stared at the detonator and pressed it again and again feverishly.
"Clarke, I think I got it." Wick's voice came from the radio.
Indra smiled.
Clarke grabbed it off her hip.
"Yeah, I know you did." Clarke stared at Brooklyn for a moment. She was still trying to make the detonator work magically. Indra checked in with Clarke and Clarke nodded at her. Indra lunged in the direction of the woman and knocked her to the ground. The detonator flew to the right and Clarke rushed to grab it. She shoved it in her pocket and grabbed her radio again. "Wick, I've got the detonator and we've got Brooklyn."
"I would end your life, but that honor belongs to the Commander." Indra told Brooklyn as she pulled her off the ground and held her hands behind her back. Clarke's gun was shoved behind her back again as she looked to the sky and let in a deep breath of air that was not fresh, but filled with smoke and burning rubber among other distasteful scents, but at least she could actually breathe.
"Indra, I have to-"
"Return to the Commander." Indra finished. "Go. I will hold onto this one and make sure she is heavily guarded."
"Thank you."
"Clarke, just kill me." Brooklyn begged. "You know it's going to happen anyway so just do it."
Clarke walked toward her.
"Why? Because that would end your pain?" She asked. "You don't deserve to have your pain ended. You and York will have to answer to everyone; not just me." She paused. "You brought this on yourself, Brooklyn. Your people invited us here and we could have co-existed, but Carolina had secret plans and you and York decided to have secret agendas of your own. This city belongs to us now. Skaikru en Trikru." She looked at Indra. "Sky People and Tree People. All of the clans will be united here and you will not be a part of it."
Brooklyn stared at her.
"Clarke, you should know something before you run off." Brooklyn said with a tone in her voice Clarke was familiar with and had her concerned. "I've never trusted my idiot cousin to follow through on anything."
"Enough, girl!" Indra ordered.
"I always have a back up plan."
Clarke wasn't sure what she meant by that and Brooklyn wasn't saying anymore. Indra pulled her away and Clarke ran as fast as she could. She needed to get back to the hospital to check on Lexa.
When she arrived, she saw an extremely pale Bellamy sitting in a chair next to Lexa. His eyes were closed and she worried for a moment that he might be unconscious, but when he heard her footsteps in the room, he opened them slowly.
"Hey."
"Bell, are you okay?" She asked, concerned.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Your mom's taking care of me. I just have to take things easy for a while. No sudden movements. No fighting in battles for a few days. That kind of a thing."
"And no more giving blood." Abby stated as she walked in. "Raven said Wick disabled the bombs." She said to Clarke.
"Yeah, he worked a miracle and I stalled Brooklyn long enough. We've got her, mom."
"Good. Then, it's all over?" Abby asked as she walked over to Lexa's bed.
"I don't-" Clarke started.
"Clarke?" It was Lexa's small voice. Her eyes were slowly opening.
Clarke rushed to her side.
"I'm here."
"What happened?"
"It's okay. You're okay." She took her hand gently. "Right?" She turned to Abby.
"Bellamy was kind enough to give you some of his blood. You should be okay, but you have to take it easy for a while. Same rules I gave Bellamy here. No more running around, no more fighting. You need to heal."
"What about-"
"We got her." Clarke told her and used her free hand to touch Lexa's face. It was still pale beneath the dirt, but she was looking slightly better. "Wick disabled the bombs. He's got Kane and some others walking the city to find them so we can destroy them, but they're not active anymore."
"Good." Lexa responded.
"And Indra has Brooklyn. York's upstairs under guard."
"We have to gather the people. We have to tell them." Lexa attempted to sit up.
"Whoa! Where do you think you're going?" Abby questioned.
"I have to-"
"Lex, you can't go anywhere." Clarke told her and lightly pressed her back into her lying down position. "Can you guys give us a minute?" She asked of Abby and Bellamy.
"Sure. Come on, Bellamy." Abby walked over to him and wheeled him out of the room. It was then that Clarke noticed he was sitting in a wheel chair. The blood loss must have weakened him pretty severely. She made a mental note to thank him again later for what he'd done for Lexa.
Once they were gone, Clarke climbed into the bed with Lexa and leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"You have to trust that I can handle this. I need you to get better."
"I do trust you, Clarke." Lexa muttered softly with her eyes closed. "But I can't just lie here."
"That's all you can do actually." Clarke held Lexa's face with one hand and had her turn to look at her. "Just let my mom take care of you and-"
"Abby is taking care of me? Maybe she'll just kill me so you can find someone else." Lexa tried to joke. Clarke saw a small smile creep on the girl's face.
"Don't say stuff like that right now." She objected. "My mom saved your life. If she wanted to kill you, I think she would have done it by…" Clarke faded as she watched the lights in the hospital go out. Everything, including all the machines Lexa was hooked up to turned off immediately. She climbed out of the bed.
"What happened?" Lexa asked.
Clarke took a second to look around the room and then walked out to see that the power was off in the whole place and she watched as the people trying to help the injured began to show real concern when it didn't kick back on. Clarke looked at her mother who was trying to turn machines back on.
"Brooklyn's back up plan."