A/N: Hi everyone!
I'm so sorry for taking forever to update, I just had a crazy week!
I don't know if you've read it, but I posted a one-shot about Clexa the other day. It's really short, but I think you'll like it if you enjoy this story :)
As always, thanks to everyone who reads, follows, favorites, and reviews! You're really great! :D
And thanks to BrittzandTana!
Hope you enjoy!
"Okay, remind me why we're here again? In front of this creepy house at like eleven pm on a school night?" Octavia huffed, not even interested, simply bored and tired because she just wanted to go to bed.
"To rescue Lexa," Clarke finally announced.
"What?" Bellamy was stunned. How could she have the nerve to ask him something like that? He had come because Raven said it was a life or death situation, but he definitely wasn't expecting it to be about Lexa. Even if she wasn't the main reason he and Clarke had broken up, he was still livid at the thought of the blonde kissing that girl who she barely knew.
Clarke ignored him and looked at all of her friends one by one. "Look guys, I know you don't really know her, but you know me. You trust me, don't you?"
Jasper, Monty and Raven nodded while Bellamy, his sister and Lincoln stood still. "Why would I trust you anymore?" Bellamy asked, even though he knew not to expect any answer from the blonde.
"What's going on?" Octavia asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this.
"Lexa's in the-"
"I was talking to Raven." Octavia glared at the blonde.
Raven replied, embarrassed. "Listen, you both know she wouldn't ask you guys for help if it wasn't important. Just hear her out, okay? Then you can decide whether or not you want to help."
Octavia nodded begrudgingly and Clarke explained, "Lexa is in there, with someone who's probably very dangerous. We need to get in and get her out, otherwise she'll probably end up…" Clarke gulped, refusing to say the word that would make everything so much more real.
"Dead. She'll end up dead if we don't help her," Lincoln finished for his friend.
Octavia stared intensely at Clarke while her brother was already making his way back to their car, grunting and muttering that they were all crazy. She quickly made her decision and called after him, "Bell, wait!"
He faced her and snapped, "What?" He knew what she was about to say, so he beat her to it. "You want to help her, fine. But why would I help her?"
"Because you wouldn't be doing it for her." Bellamy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Octavia took his hands in hers. "You'd be doing it to save someone's life. Forget the past week for a minute and ask yourself if you trust us, your best friends." She knew what Bellamy would have likely answered: 'With my life'. She persisted, "Do you really want to stay out of this when you could have helped save a life? Because I sure as hell don't!"
Bellamy didn't look away as he muttered, "This is so messed up…"
Monty decided to help Octavia convince her brother. "Yes, it is. But it's the truth. Someone here needs our help. And no matter how you feel about her, how pissed you are at Clarke, it doesn't change the fact that you're a good guy. I trust you'll do the right thing." The boy put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly and Bellamy looked at him.
"Okay." Clarke let out a relieved sigh at hearing his answer. "Okay, I'll help." He looked at Clarke, a determined look on his face. "What do you want us to do, Clarke?"
Lexa's head was still painfully throbbing as she woke up again, still chained and at the mercy of her former adviser, the man she had trusted with her life before, and who now wanted to take it away from her, just as she was finally beginning to really appreciate it. She looked at her surroundings and was relieved to find that Titus wasn't in the room. She could finally find a way to escape from this hell.
She was now sitting on a chair that looked to be planted firmly into the ground, her feet tied to it. Her only hope was to find a way to break free from her chains, which was unlikely. The brunette didn't give up just yet though, and as quietly as possible, she tried to scrub her chains against the metal chair. They looked fragile enough, but it would take hours before they would wear down and she didn't know exactly how much time she had. She needed to think of something else, fast. She spotted what looked like a crowbar on a desk and memories came flooding back to her. Horrible and terrifying memories. Where Titus had used that same crowbar to torture her instead of looking for a shaman. She was so mad at herself for not seeing how deranged this man was before.
She could still see the blood – her blood – on the tool. Chills running down her spine, she tried to reach as far as her right arm, the uninjured one, would let her. She almost had it, a few more millimeters and she'd have it.
Come on, Lexa. It's not that hard to grab a fucking crowbar!
She grunted and extended her fingers as far as she could. She internally thanked the gods when she felt the cold metal under her touch. She quickly managed to grab the top of the tool and put it in her hand. It was heavy. Good. She needed it to be in order to get herself free from this psycho.
She suddenly heard footsteps that seemed to be coming closer and closer to the room and she froze for a nanosecond. It was too late to be quiet, so she pulled as hard as she could to try and break the stupid chains. It didn't work, so she tried one more time, and another time, before the door finally opened and hit the wall with a loud thud. Titus took in the sight in front of him and anger made his blood boil in his veins.
He grunted and moved a few steps closer to her. "Put that down, Lexa. Before you hurt yourself."
Lexa started defiantly at him again. "I'm not the one that will end up being hurt. Not this time."
He stepped closer to her, confident, and she used that confidence against him. He raised his left arm to try and stop the punch she feigned to throw at him with the crowbar and she then took advantage of the distraction she had created to hit him with her left arm, the injured one. She cried in pain, but so did he. The hurt threw him off balance and, in one swift motion, she hit his head with the crowbar and he fell abruptly to the floor.
Lexa was breathing heavily, still stunned that he had realistically thought he could kick the Commander's ass. The pain she felt in her left arm pulled her back in the reality of the situation she was in. She didn't think it was broken, but Titus had smashed it hard after it had already received a deep cut, from which blood was still dripping. It would definitely need some time to completely heal.
Lexa tried to break her chains again before Titus would wake up, but froze when she heard footsteps again. From many people apparently. Had the bastard found minions to help him?
"Fuck, Bellamy for once in your life be quiet!" Octavia let out an exasperated puff as she whispered to her brother.
"Sorry… I didn't see that table there."
"Well pay some fucking attention next time!" Raven sided with Octavia.
"Guys! Snap out of it!" Clarke butted in.
Assuming that they hadn't been already, she hoped they wouldn't be detected until they had gotten Lexa out of this hellhole. Bellamy and Octavia's bantering was obviously not helping.
They separated into three groups and each group explored a particular room. After doing so, they found that nobody was downstairs and Bellamy motioned for everyone to follow him upstairs.
Still as quiet as a bunch of teenagers could be, they reached the top of the stairs and saw three different rooms.
Bellamy and Octavia went into the room on the left while Raven, Jasper and Monty went to the one on the right. Lincoln and Clarke went straight ahead, but didn't find anything. Clarke heard Octavia gasp in the other room and she hurried to join them. She stopped on the doorstep and took in the scene that was displayed in front of her. Lexa was standing there, chained and visibly terrified though she still managed to look threatening with what looked like a crowbar clenched in her hand. The brunette let out a relieved sigh when she saw Clarke and immediately dropped her improvised weapon.
Clarke noticed Bellamy crouching down next to some man who seemed in his middle fifties. Once it was confirmed that he was unconscious and Bellamy had the situation under control, Clarke hurried at Lexa's side. She heard Octavia call for the others while she examined the brunette to make sure she was okay. She wasn't though, and Clarke's anger built up when she realized that she had blood on her face and hands, which seemed to come from a nasty wound on her left arm. She had bruises on her face and legs as well and it took Clarke all of her willpower not to beat the shit out of the unconscious bald man.
Lexa seemed to notice her internal fight and she took the blonde's hands in hers. "Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. You need to set me free, though, so we can get the hell out of here."
The blonde nodded while she tried to break Lexa's chains and the brunette turned to look at the others. All of Clarke's closest friends were here, and everyone seemed terrified and clueless as to what had happened here. They would want an explanation, and Lexa thought that they fully deserved it.
Octavia flashed the brunette a questioning glance. "Why is your blood fucking black?"
Of course, the interrogation was already coming, but all Lexa wanted in this moment was to get out. "Can't the explanations wait until we're out of here?"
Octavia immediately softened and went to help Clarke. "Of course. Sorry."
Bellamy's head perked up and he asked, "What are we going to do with him? Should we call the police?"
"No!" Lexa argued. "You can't do that!"
"What do you want us to do, then? Just keep him in here forever?" Bellamy was puzzled.
Clarke and Octavia finally managed to break Lexa from her chains and the blonde said, "Lexa, you know it's the only way. We'll just give an anonymous call with his location and they'll arrest him."
"For what?" Lincoln asked. "If it's anonymous and Lexa doesn't testify that he kidnapped her, they won't charge him with anything but breaking and entering and soon he'll be free to go. This bastard needs to be locked up."
The blonde hadn't thought of that. They needed to think of something fast, before he woke up.
"I know what to do." Lexa looked at the four guys in the room. "But I'll need your help."
"What are you gonna do?" Clarke asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
Lexa just stared at her. "Do you trust me?"
"With my life," Clarke replied without even a second of hesitation.
Bellamy stiffened but didn't say anything, only did as he was told when Lexa explained they needed to carry him out to the park. The bastard turned out to be pretty heavy but they got him exactly where Lexa wanted just as he began to stir.
He grunted and opened his eyes, immediately focusing on Lexa. "Titus, I told you not to pick a fight against me. You didn't stand a chance."
"Why am I still alive, Lexa?"
"Because I'm not gonna stain my hands with your blood," she stated simply, her words colder than they had ever been.
Raven stepped in. "My house is literally just over here. My parents could wake up any minute and see us. So could the neighbors. Whatever you want to do, do it fast."
Titus grunted and made a move to stand up. Lincoln didn't hesitate before punching him in the face, knocking him out again.
Lexa ordered them to all go into Raven's house and stay there until she came back.
Clarke immediately protested, "I'm not leaving you."
"Yes, you are. I need to know you will be safe."
"And I need to know that you will be safe," Clarke insisted, standing her ground. Lexa gave the blonde a half-smile. She usually found her stubbornness pretty attractive but now, she needed Clarke listen to her just for once. Before she could say anything though, Clarke added, "I won't leave until he's somehow gone."
"Fine. But if something goes wrong, you'll have to go straight back to Raven's house and never look back, okay?"
Clarke didn't have time to respond because Raven said, "I'm not leaving either. If you're going to do something dangerous, we'll protect you."
Everyone else agreed with Raven, even Octavia and Bellamy, and Lexa felt tears welling in her eyes. They had no idea what was about to happen and they had already risked their lives to save her tonight, but they still wouldn't leave her. They had only met her once, briefly at a party, but they were protecting her. Because they cared. Nobody had ever done that. She had always been protected because she was a Nightblood, and then because she became Heda, but never because people actually cared about her, Lexa.
"Then, you need to stand back and let me do what I'm about to do. You'll have to stay quiet and never interfere, even if I start screaming, okay?"
When she gave an order, everyone listened, because she was the Commander. But here, she was just a girl with crazy shit happening to her, but they still listened and did as they were told. Everyone except Clarke, of course, who was standing next to her, taking her hand into her own and squeezing it tightly. That simple gesture gave Lexa the strength she needed to forget the pain in her arm. She let herself realize for a moment that she'd gotten it all wrong, love wasn't weakness. It was strength. That thought brought a half smile to her face as she started chanting in her native tongue.
What seemed like a portal appeared in front of them and everyone but Lexa gasped, mouth agape. Lexa kept going until she let go of Clarke's hand and pushed Titus in the portal. Since he was still unconscious, she struggled to do so, and Clarke and her friends all came to her rescue, making it easy to send him through the portal.
That's when Clarke's surprised vanished to quickly be replaced with fear. Lexa knelt, crying in pain, but she kept chanting weird things that nobody understood except the brunette. She tried to reach out but Bellamy stopped her, an arm around her waist. "Clarke, stop! She said to let her get through it."
"She's in pain! She needs help," Clarke argued.
"What she needs is to close that portal, which she won't be able to do if you interfere," Octavia added.
After a few seconds, everything went silent. The light of the portal vanished, Titus with it, and Lexa collapsed on the floor, exhausted. Bellamy let go of Clarke and she crouched down next to Lexa. She was still conscious, her breathing uneven and heavy, and Clarke asked her friends to help her carry her to her house.
"Wait. We can go to my house. My parents aren't there, so no one will be home except for us," Lincoln offered.
Clarke flashed him a grateful smile and they all made their way to Lincoln's house. By the time they got there, Lexa had fallen asleep and Lincoln laid her on his bed. Clarke put some blankets to cover her small and vulnerable sleeping form and exited the room. She found Bellamy leaning on the wall, waiting for her.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she replied weakly.
"So… I have no clue as to what happened tonight, but that was a hell of an adventure."
Clarke chuckled. "Yeah, it was. I'm glad it's over, though."
"Me too."
There was an awkward silence before Bellamy cleared his throat. "I, um, wanted to apologize." Clarke flashed him a questioning look before he continued, "For not trusting you earlier. I should have known you wouldn't have told Raven to call me if it wasn't really important. I was just so mad, I didn't even realize I was being a dick."
"You stayed here to help, didn't you?" Clarke smiled a little at him.
Bellamy didn't respond and just stared. Clarke turned to go before freezing when she heard him say, "It's gonna take a while, you know? Before we can be friends again. But I'll make sure we will. I'm not saying I'm not still mad at you for kissing her and leading me on, because I am. A lot. But I know that eventually, I'll end up forgiving you. Because we've been through so much together, and there's no way I'll survive in this world without my best friend."
Clarke wanted to pull him in a tight hug but thought against, knowing it was too soon. Like Bellamy had said, it would take time. But now, she was confident that they would manage to get through this. She thanked him, her voice filled with all the emotions she had felt tonight and went downstairs before she would start to cry. On her way to the living room, she found the other Blake sibling and smiled.
"Clarke, I was looking for you," Octavia started. "I wanted to apologize, about the nasty things I said about you the other day. I was angry, I didn't mean any of it. I know that you know this, but I wanted to apologize anyway."
Clarke's smile grew even wider. "Wow! Both Blake siblings apologizing in less than five minutes. That's not something you get to see every day."
"Go ahead and laugh. But you know you'd be lost without us." Octavia smirked, putting an arm around the blonde's shoulders and making her way to the living room, Clarke next to her.
"You're probably, right." Octavia glanced at her, eyes widened in shock. "I'll always deny I ever said that."
Octavia laughed and they went to talk to everyone else. Clarke wouldn't stop smiling. The people who mattered the most to her were safe. Lexa was safe and sound asleep upstairs and all of her best friends were here with her. Things were looking quite good for Clarke now.
A/N: Just a quick reminder that next chapter will be the last! But I got another story planned, and hopefully I'll be able to post it soon!
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Have a great day/night, wherever you are! :D