Title: Scalar Product of Del Operator and a Given Vector of a General Law (or Divergence Canon Themed Clexa Week)

Day 7, Saturday – Post S2

Summary: It's been three months since the Skai Prisa conquered the mountain men. It's been three months since Lexa left Clarke at the mountain. Their paths cross and Clarke is pissed.

Author's Note: Sorry for not posting anything for day 6 but my writer juices weren't working and I couldn't get a solid drabble out.

"Chil yu daun!" (Stand down!) Lexa ordered her guard as Clarke came at her once more with a[Lexa's] sword.

Her guard however interjected, "Heda-"

"Dula op ai chich en bak op!" (Do as I say and back up!) Lexa would not have him interfering their altercation.

The guard felt helpless, as it was his duty to make sure no harm came to his Heda but what was he supposed to do against a direct order? Not only that, but the commander was the one who gave Clarke the sword. He had no other choice but to back away from Clarke and took several steps back as his commander took his sword to face Clarke. The sounds of clashing metal filled the air, as did the despairing screams of Clarke as she charged forward.

Clarke was hurt. Clarke was furious. Clarke was in anguish.

Lexa knew of it since her people gave her information about how Clarke took down the Mountain Men. She could clearly see it in her now dull, crazed blue eyes. Every clash of metal reverberated against Clarke's raw hands but she didn't care the pain it caused. She needed the release and Lexa let her. Each blow came with a yell from Clarke and Lexa met it with her guard's sword. The rage within the blonde was as she continued the fight.

The gloom of the winter morning dissipated as the sun rose high in the sky. Clarke may have slowed down but she was not stopping. Lexa watched as the rage in Clarke's eyes slowly dimmed as the fatigue began to take its toll on her. With a quick twist of a wrist and a slight push forward, Clarke was disarmed, the Commander's sword flying out of the sky princess' hand.

Lexa tossed the guard's sword back to him before walking those few steps closer to the blonde. Clarke's eyes were still filled with rage and a need to fight. A need to act on the rage caused her to surge forward once more, causing the guard to flinch. Lexa was quick to wrap her fingers around Clarke's right wrist and gave a subtle shake of her head to her guard, halting him in his steps. Clarke began to pound on Lexa's unguarded chest, not caring her right hand was being held captive. Her words were slurred together and Lexa unflinchingly took every hit.

The sky princess' anger was still raw as she managed to deliver a particularly hard left hook to Lexa's jaw, causing her to let go of her wrist, "You broke our alliance!"

Lexa took a step back at the unexpected collision of fist to her face. This only spurred Clarke further as she advanced towards the brunette. Once more, Lexa stepped forward to close the gap between them. This time she securely pinned down the girl's biceps to prevent more hits toward her face. This did less to deter Clarke and her fists were now pounding into Lexa's chest.

"We could have beaten them together! What about jus drein jus daun?!"

Each punch came with a statement and Clarke's voice cracked.

"You were supposed to be there! I had no choice, I had NO CHOICE!"

Tears were streaming down her dirt-covered face as she drove her fist into Lexa's chest, each strike beginning to lose impact. The Commander stood still as she continued to allow the princess to vent out her anger.

"All of them, dead! For my people…and the blood of the innocent are on my hands!"

Clarke's chest began to heave as the sobs threatened to escape her body. Her voice was incredibly hoarse and immense sorrow reflected themselves in her dull blue eyes. She looked the other girl straight in the eye as she delivered another blow.

"You left me, Lexa! You left me…" her voice cracked.

Lexa kept a stoic face but Clarke could clearly see the pain behind her eyes. Her eyes never lied. The sobs came and the fists finally stopped pounding. Drained from all the energy she expended, Clarke collapsed into Lexa's arms. The strong arms held her up as the sobs wracked her entire body.

Lexa slowly brought the distraught girl to the ground, holding the girl she loved close to her body. Clarke was speaking incoherently now at this point and she could barely be understood. She began to hiccup as her phrases began to loop, saying Lexa was the one at fault. That Clarke struggled to make the right decision. That Lexa left her and her people to die at the mountain.

The Commander's throat bobbled up and down as she gulped down her own tears that she refused to let fall in the presence of the one she betrayed. She would never regret her decision to choose her people fist but to see Clarke in pain like this tore her heart in half. This was the consequence of the choice she made.

Clarke's phrases died down to a whisper before she fell into a fitful sleep. Her last whisper cut Lexa like a knife. It hurt more than all her other pained phrases combined, more than the exclaimed truths of her betrayal. This one was whispered in a tired, coarse throat but filled with all the conviction of a torn apart soul.

"I hate you."

Lexa finally allowed herself to cry.

A/N: I have no idea how this came to be. I accidentally wrote it on day 1 which was going to be a flashback but then I thought this was more suited for day 7. (: