So. Dunno if I already said it but :

"english"

*trigedasleng*

And the day count started when Clarke found Lexa on the river bank (technically the first shortstory is happening 7 days after the introduction of the fic)

That's it ! hope you'll enjoy it :3

Day 7, Winter, Sunny afternoon

Lexa felt better. She could stand and walk even if Clarke didn't want her to. Her throat was almost healed so she could speak a little. Sometimes though her ribs were hurting so much she cried in pain. Hopefully Lincoln was a good healer. His pain-killer were effective. Her bruises were still there but didn't hurt much anymore. Except today. What hurt the most was her back, it was burning. At first she didn't want to call for help but the pain became too strong "Octavia" The girl at the table raised her head, waiting. "Call Clarke-" Lexa made a face and Octavia stood quickly, understanding "My back" The girl exited the room in a hurry.

Ten minutes of agony later, Clarke finally stormed into the house, followed by Octavia "Lexa !? What is it !?" The blonde was panting and her clothes drenched in blood.

"My back. It burns" she answered with a face

"Octavia, help her to sit. I don't want to stain her clothes"

The brunette did as said but when Lexa was finally sitting on the edge of the bed Octavia's eyes opened wide in pure shock. "Clarke !"

"What is it !?" The blonde that until then was in front of Lexa jumped behind the girl and then she saw.

Lexa frowned, her worry growing "What ?"

"Your top is drenched in blood…"

"Octavia, put some water to boil" The brunette nodded and exited the house with the big pot in her arms. Clarke took her knife out of her boot and cut the back of Lexa's top. "Shit. Your wound reopened badly… This one's so deep… I don't know what cut you Lexa, but it was sharp and could've killed you" Clarke grabbed a clean cloth and wiped the blood "Ok, it's not so terrible. But you waited before calling me didn't you ?"

She had.

Lexa nodded and Clarke released an exasperated sigh "Fuck, if you intend on killing me you're on a direct path ! Seriously I almost had a heart attack ! There's so much blood… You let yourself bleed for 30 minutes at least you idiot !" Clarke was mad. Really mad. Even after a few days, and bathes with Clarke, Lexa still couldn't understand why the blonde got so worked up just for her.

Octavia entered the house again with the pot full of water. She fed the fire and hung the pot above it.

"Octavia, press here just like that ok ?" Clarke gave her the cloth and showed her where to press to stop the blood. Of course Octavia was clearly disallowed by the task but she did it anyway. The blonde went out for what felt like five minutes. When she came back her hands were clean but blue and shaking. She grabbed her thread and needle. She sterilized the needle in the fire and went to sit behind Lexa again.

"Take some water and give it to me with a clean cloth"

"Clarke, your hands are shaking…"

"O, it's not the first time my hands are cold, they'll survive it. Now I need you to do what I want"

Octavia did as said reluctantly "Good now could you clean the wound for me when I ask you to ?" the brunette nodded. Clarke took off the now drenched in blood cloth for Octavia to clean the cut "Ok wipe it now" The wound was clear. Of course the five most important stitches had broken. At least she couldn't see the spine anymore which meant that it had cicatrized at least a little. The worst was behind her and she sighed in relief. "Good. Tell me if it hurts too much Lexa ok ?"

"Yes." The truth was that Lexa couldn't feel anything more than the burning in the middle of her back. So when Clarke's needle penetrated her flesh she barely felt it.

It took Clarke around twenty minute to be done with the stitching and cleaning. The furs were drenched too though so she went to wash them at the river immediately after.

Clarke out, Octavia spoke *I don't know why she's putting so much energy into saving you, if you ask me you're not worth it. I'm letting you stay because she wants it but worry her too much, put yourself in danger once again and I'll be the one to end your fight*

Day 9, Winter, at night

Clarke had exited the house in a hurry. One of her mare was giving birth. Lexa couldn't walk well enough to follow so she just stayed in bed. In bed. It gave her an idea. She lifted herself from the bed with difficulty, her back and ribs still aching when she moved too much. She walked slowly to the rocking chair and almost collapsed on it. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When the door opened again, Lexa woke up but kept her eyes closed. She heard the girl, probably Clarke stop walking, opening the chest, taking out something and then walking in her direction. She felt something heavy and supple wrapping her. She felt the blonde's body warmth closer to her and a breath in her ear.

"Thank you"

Then she heard the footsteps go away and the bed's furs shift.

Lexa adjusted herself in the chair and smiled.

Day 12, Winter, sunny morning

Lexa could now walk well enough for Clarke to agree to show her the surroundings.

Besides their quotidian baths, it was the first time Clarke was letting her go out. When Lexa exited the house, the sun was high and warm but it seemed the snow didn't want to melt.

Lexa was following Clarke absently, looking around her, taking in everything she could. It had been a while since she had time to visit a place she hadn't already known. The house, when you faced it, was split in three distinct parts. On the left, a room that Lexa knew was Lincoln and Octavia's bedroom that had its own fireplace. On the right were the stables that were quite big actually and opening to a large field.

"Bran and Lissa told me that stables are usually attached to the main house so that the heat produced by the animals can warm the house" Clarke was smiling and looked so content with her knowledge Lexa decided she wouldn't pinpoint that she already knew that. "Come on I'll show you where I found you"

Clarke led her on an uneven path, meandering between large, tall pines. The blonde wasn't saying anything but the glances she was throwing at Lexa every three steps were a clear expression of her worry. Lexa held back a smirk. She wasn't made of sugar, her legs were fine now. Clarke was just overly worried, that, at least, hadn't changed these past two years.

After a minute or two, Lexa asked "How did you find me ?"

"It was a pure coincidence actually. I had come to wash some clothes in the current of the river when I saw a body. Your armour was in pieces and your back was bleeding like crazy. I thought you were dead. Well, not you, YOU because you were face on the ground. When I realised it was you I panicked. First because I knew you and-" Clarke paused then cleared her throat "Second, because a dead commander is always a bad omen right ?"

Lexa released a humourless snort "A bad omen indeed" Silence fell again, heavier.

A minute or two later, they reached the edge of the forest and the bank of the river.

"Here. Found you just here" Clarke pointed a spot on the stony ground. "The current is weaker here, and the river takes a turn downstream. That's probably why the water left you there of all places"

"Why did you save me Clarke ?" The blonde turned back to look at Lexa:

The brunette could see in the other girl's eyes, could feel that the girl had something to say. There was a reason. Something. The blonde then focused her gaze on the ground, lost in thoughts.

After a long silence Clarke finally said "I want you to figure it out on your own" She stiffly passed by Lexa and added curtly "It's almost time for lunch. Let's go home"

Clarke stayed shut down until they reached the house.

Day 20, Winter, cloudy afternoon

Lexa was now able to move both of her arms freely and without pain but the blonde insisted that she kept the braces and bandages on for at least ten more days. Ten more days of inactivity. She wanted to help, to do something, to hunt, clean the stables, something. But Clarke yelled. And Lexa didn't like it when Clarke was yelling. When someone was yelling in general in fact. When one raises their voice it was to cover the other's. That usually meant that the person wasn't receptive and couldn't hear reason. The best solution Lexa had found was to just drop it and talk with the person at another time.

So the brunette was just sitting there, on the cold stony river bank, at the exact same place Clarke had found her three weeks ago. And she was bored. But then she heard footsteps. The person stopped right behind her.

"I'm sorry Lexa"

She thought 'Like always'. She said "Apologies accepted" nodding slowly. The blonde sat next to her and they spent a few moment just looking at the river that almost killed Lexa not so long ago. Then the brunette finally asked "How old is Octavia ?"

Clarke looked at the girl next to her with a puzzled expression "19, Why ?"

"And she can bear children ?"

Both of the blonde's eyebrows rose "What do you mean she can bear children ?"

"Selina is her daughter. So she is fertile"

Clarke looked more and more confused "Yes, of course she is. As much as us"

It was Lexa's turn to be surprised "You too are fertile ?"

The blonde made a face "Could you stop using that word please ? That feels weird. And yes I am. Not you ?"

"No"

Clarke frowned "Wait, how old are you ?"

"24. I haven't bled yet" The other girl made a face again and Lexa wondered what in her words bothered her.

"That's not normal. Women start… 'bleeding' around 13"

"Maybe it was normal on your ark but here women are sterile until the age of 25"

Clarke's eyes opened wide in shock "Damn, that's late !"

"And we become sterile again after the age of 40"

"Means it leaves you only 15 years to have children !? This is short !"

"Yes. Which is why it is hard for a clan to rebuild after an epidemic. Especially if young ones are taken"

"I can imagine… So the radiations DO affects you in the end huh ? Or maybe you just evolved ? Since you have to fight to survive, children would just be a weight for young and old women. Now I can see why you being a woman is not a problem, why you can treat both sexes equally"

Lexa was lost "What exactly is radiations ? And what do you call evolution ?"

That's how Lexa's quotidian two hours of science, history, and cultural lesson started.

Day 35, Winter, early morning.

"Lexa, where are you going ?" asked Clarke, standing from the bed rubbing her eyes.

The sleepy face elicited a small smile from the brunette and she answered "Somewhere. Don't follow me"

Fear then seized the tired features and the blonde warned in a worried menacing tone "Lexa…"

"I will come back. I will not go far" but the blonde was still suspicious so Lexa added "I promise".

Clarke released a sigh and returned to bed.

Lexa exited the house and directly went to the tools/weapons cabin. She retrieved an axe, a sword, a knife and gloves. She went to the stables then and picked Daisy, a small, strong and thickset female donkey. Lexa couldn't admit it publicly but she had a soft spot for the animal. She had her moods and could be a real 'bitch' (like Octavia would say) but Lexa liked her. She took daisy out of the stables and hitched her with a small wagon. She put her tools in it and led the beast into the woods. After a 30 minute walk, she stopped in a clearing. A few big pieces of wood were scattered all around. She started chopping and assembling then chopping again. It took her the whole morning to achieve her goal. She had built the perfect bed. Well right now it was just four pieces of woods joined together but it was a good start. She disassembled it and helped by Daisy, she carried it to a hidden Cave. In it, drying meat and pelts.

Yes she had disobeyed Clarke's orders. Yes she had killed a deer and eviscerated it despite her braced and bandaged broken arms. And yes her back and ribs and arms had made her pay for that but whatever, it was worth it. The meat still needed some time to dry completely but the pelt was ready.

She put back together the collapsible bed and used her knife to cut some long strips of leather. Then she stretched the skin over the wooden support and carefully sewed it. Wooden slats were resistant and easy to make but uncomfortable. Supple deer skin was better.

When she was finished with the skin, she tried the newly made bed.

It was cosy and soft.

Proud of herself she disassembled if again and brought everything back to the house. As usual, nobody was home at this hour of the afternoon so Lexa hurried Daisy. She stopped her just in front of the door and discharged the poor animal. The bed pieces inside the house, Lexa put it back together and placed it against the fourth wall, the one perpendicular to hers.

Finished with the bed in itself, she hurried to put Daisy back in her stable, the tools and weapon in their cabin and she rushed to the attic (the hidden floor of the house, right under the roof). She retrieved a few small pelts and a huge bear fur. She brought it back inside the house. She took all the furs she was using until now onto the new bed and settled the fur and pelts on the other bed.

Lexa smiled at herself. She had been preparing this since the moment she had left her bed to Clarke. Of course the blonde took it one time but insisted on sleeping back on the chair the next day. But Lexa could be intimidating even with two broken arms. In the end Clarke agreed on rotate. One night she'd have the bed, and one night it would be Lexa. But now, both had their own bed and Clarke wouldn't rub her neck and stretch tiredly every two mornings

Content, she fuelled the fire and sat on the rocking chair, waiting. But she got bored quickly. Doing nothing was not in her nature. So she stood and ran outside. She collected small rocks and went back in the house. With the rocks she wrote 'for Clarke, thank you' in trigedasleng on the new bed's covers.

She smiled again. Then she decided Daisy deserved a good grooming session so she went to the stables.

She wouldn't admit it but she was impatient to see the blonde's reaction.