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my level of fanfiction productivity ranges from âtyping 20,000 words over the span of 3 daysâ or âopening a document and staring at it for a year without typing anything at all.â there is no middle ground.
The Princess: Clarke
The Criminal: Lexa
The Basket Case: Octavia
The Jock: Lincoln (my whole life this world has been trying to turn me I to a monster)
The Brain: Monty
The Surprises Verse, Long Way Around (The Rio fic) and DWYW are all uploaded to AO3... I will be uploading (and if I finish this chapter, updating) my Clexa fic tonight.
I have caved and gotten an AO3 account invitation.
More out of wanting another backup to archive my work and not trusting ff.net, and also because I like feedback and its easier to give on there than here, but some of you have asked in the past so I figured Iâd let you know.
Iâll post the details when I get the invite, probably tomorrow, and start uploading some of my works.
Edit: Yes I have said in the past I already technically had a beta account (which I got YEARS ago when you had to wait two weeks to get an invite) I however donât remember any of the login info and donât use any of the emails I would have signed up with back then anymore. So. New account.
Title: âThree Yearsâ
Chapter 2/?: Forgiveness is an Over Rated Concept
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Clexa
Rating: NC-THE INTERNET IS FOR PORN PORN PORN. With Plot. Plot kinda happens. A little. Okay thereâs set up for plot. After the next whole chapter of porn I have to write.
Summary: Three years after the battle at the mountain, Clarke and Lexa are forced to meet again due to the threat of another war. Now A/U. Cannon through 2x15.
A/N: This is mostly Clarke backing Lexa into a table, FEELINGS and then porn. Because I have been wanting to write the Grounder camp cheering their commander during sex since Clexa happened...There WILL be a Part 3, as Part 2 got long (seriously people its like six single spaced pages of porn) and you better believe Clarke is not done with Lexa yet. Just cuz Lexa took control of round one doesnât mean Clarke isnât gonna give as good as she gets.
A/N 2: Iâm pretty sure Iâm going to keep this one going. I like the idea of Clarke as a young Chancellor during the war. Also I wanna write scandalized Abby cuz I think its funny. So while there will be plenty of porn, there will also be plot. I havenât decided to keep Bellamy dead or BS a reason for him showing back up after three years since I didnât specify how he died. Whatâd you guys think? (Note: Even if he comes back there will be nothing more than Bellarke Brotp. You can multi-ship them if you want I just donât see it so it wonât be in this story. I am mainly considering expanding Octaviaâs storyline by him not being dead, and would like some input if you can tear your eyes away from the debauchery below to give me reasonable ideas of how that happens without it being a cliche).
Chapter Two
âWhy Lexa? I want to know why?!â
Lexaâs mouth opened and closed, seeming to work out what part of âwhyâ Clarke was looking for. She finally met the blondeâs eyes again, and figured it out. Not âwhy did you take the dealâ not âwhy did you come backâ. Lexa could see in Clarkeâs eyes that the last years had answered those questions for her. Forgiveness, she did not find, but understanding she did, and somehow that was more reassuring to her, for she would not apologize for putting the lives of her people first and she knew, instinctively, that Clarke did not expect her too.
No. Clarke wanted to know why she had kept the secret for so long, and Lexa swallowed because that was a much harder question.
âI knew you would find out eventually.â Lexa said, to stall for time. To try to put back up the wall she had spent three more years rebuilding after she walked away from Clarke that bloody night. Clarkeâs eyes boring into her and the closeness of their bodies, almost touching as she leaned against the table, did not allow for those walls to go back up. Neither did Clarkeâs next statement, laced with anger and an underlying confusion.
âGoddamnit, Lexa, tell me why!â It was a command, and with it Lexa broke. She had not had someone demand something of her in many years. The fact that it was Clarke somehow felt right, though her guilt over rode her confidence in the moment and she broke their eye contact.
âYou were hurt.â Lexa said in a small voice, one she was sure that only Clarke had heard in the past eight years. When Clarke was silent, she continued. âYou were hurt, because of me, because I had toâŠI had to choose with my head, Clarke, and I donât regret saving my people. I do regret that it almost lost you your life. That it caused you so much pain. That was my fault, and for it I do not deserve your forgiveness. So I refuse to ask for it.â Lexa slowly raised her head, meeting Clarkeâs eyes, and what she found there was not what she was expecting. Gone was the look of fiery anger. The Sky Princess stood before her, no longer a Princess but a leader in her own right, and her eyes had softened.
âLexaâŠâ The sentence trailed off, though Clarkeâs hand came up to cup her cheek, wiping a thumb just below the carefully applied war paint. Lexa realized that there were tears in her eyes again, and she cursed the ability of the woman in front of her to put her in touch with feelings she had long ago buried. She noticed, staring back into Clarkeâs eyes, that though the anger had burned out of them, a different fire burned behind the new steel Lexa found in her gaze. It was softer, and though Clarke also had the eyes of someone who had done things she wished she could have found a way to avoid, the eyes of a leader who knew there was no way change or take back the decisions she had made, Lexa also saw the Sky Girl she had fallen in love with over the course of a few short weeks, years ago.
âWe both know forgiveness is an over-rated concept.â Clarke said, softly, and it was as close to a reprieve as Lexa would ever get, more of one than she felt she deserved. Her breath hitched as Clarke brought their lips together, and though she paused for a moment out of shock, when she realized Clarke was serious she kissed back with all the emotion she had hidden from even herself for many years.
Clarke relaxed, for the first time since she had that damned star on pinned on her chest, into the kiss, allowing Lexa to pull her closer. The moment she had found out it was guilt that fueled the secret her anger had slipped out of her. The anger she had avoided thinking about for three years, and the anger that had surfaced at the revelation of the secret Lexa had kept. As Lexa pulled her closer, and the kiss became more intense, Clarke realized that this was it. Lexa was her missing piece. They complemented each other perfectly, and they fit together beautifully, and damn anyone who disagreed. It was like the past hovered over them, the weight of a coming battle hanging in the air above them and just like their first kiss so many years ago for brief moments they didnât care.
By the time Lexa started backing them towards the bed in the corner of her massive tent; Clarke realized that this time they had melded together, no longer unsure teenagers in a tentative position. Clarke pulled away, though kept her hand gripping Lexaâs hip and tangled in the Grounderâs braids to reassure her that she wasnât second guessing the kiss she herself had initiated.
âThe Ice NationâŠ?â Clarke asked her breath rough, and her eyes searching Lexaâs. She saw other leaders eyes harden with hate for just a moment before coming back to her.
âCan eat my sword.â Lexa growled, continuing to back them towards the bed. Clarke let herself be guided. âYou are a day early; the war council is tomorrow night.â
Clarke nodded, leaning back in to give Lexa a, compared to their previous battle, chaste kiss. Lexa returned it, until they both felt Clarkeâs legs stop against the edge of the bed.
âThat is, if you areâŠready?â Lexa stopped, using Clarkeâs own words from years ago to make it clear that she would not be offended if Clarke turned her away. It meant nothing if the Sky Commander didnât wish this as well. Clarke nodded, laughing a light sound that had rarely been heard since the raids began.
Her eyes never left Lexaâs.
âAnd there is, uhm, no one else?â Lexa asked, and if it had been anyone else it may have been awkward. Among the Grounders it was not uncommon to have more than one lover, but Lexa was protective and possessive by nature, something she was sure Clarke had picked up on, and she knew that the Skaikru had other traditions that were not as easily dealt with. Their relationships tended to be almost all exclusive.
âNo.â Clarke breathed, shaking her head. She had taken a very few to bed in the last years, but none of them had lasted more than a night. It was the talk of Jaha, as this would be the talk of the camp in the morning they were sure, but Clarke had never cared. âNo, thereâs no one else.â
âGood.â Lexaâs answer was a growl, and Clarke lost her breath at the force of the kiss the taller girl laid on her. Instantly all the fire was back. It wasnât as if the past had not happened, but the knowledge of it made their movements that more urgent. Together, tonight, they were not leaders. They were not Heda Leska and Chancellor Clarke Griffin. They were Lexa and Clarke, two women for whom this moment was very long overdue.
The second Clarke got her bearings back, she moved to begin unbuckling Lexaâs complex coat, though for once she was glad for the clasps. They were quick to undo, and she had the taller woman naked from the waist up by the time Lexa was undoing her weapons belt and the clasp of her jeans. Lexa looked fierce, standing before her in nothing but her boots and pants, and that damned war makeup that Clarke had somehow always found so alluring. Her jacket and shirt were off quickly, and Lexa laid her back on the bed, looking confusedly at her bra for a moment before becoming impatient and pushing it up above Clarkeâs breasts.
âAahhâŠâ Clarke had vastly underestimated what the feeling of Lexaâs mouth around her nipples would do to her, feeling even more fire rush to her core as the warrior suckled and nipped around the hardened bud. Clarkeâs hand tightened in Lexaâs hair as the other at her hip raked up her back, along scars and tattoos.
âI like the sounds you make for me, Skaikwen. Do not quiet them.â Lexa growled with a genuine smile, before latching on to the neglected mound. Clarke let out another sound between a victory shout and a whimper as Lexa focused her attention again, the small pain of the nips she received mixing perfectly with the soothing feeling of Lexaâs tongue circling the bud and the heavy suction she applied. She decided she liked Lexaâs new, not at all teasing, nickname for her.
âUahnâŠâ Clarke let out another sound that might have started out as a word but didnât end up one, as Lexa finally, after an unknown amount of time that felt like an eternity, let go. Lexa stood, removing her own belt as she moved around the partitioned section of the tent reserved for the bed, lighting a few candles as the sun had set and the candles in the war room did not light the sleeping area enough to appease either of them. Though it remained dim, Lexa wanted to be able to see every detail with clarity. She also stepped back out into the main room for a minute, after asking Clarke to be patient for another moment and Clarke heard her order, in Trigedasleng, her guards away from the front of the tent as well as orders that she was not to be disturbed until morning.
Clarke was impatient though, she was burning in a way she had not felt in years, not since she had last allowed herself to think about her and Lexa, and slipped a hand inside the undone fastening of her jeans, past her underclothes, and sighed as she felt the smallest amount of relief as she lightly traced her own clit. She was eager for Lexa to touch her, but the fire that had built in her had crawled up into her belly and demanded to be dealt with. She moaned lightly, even as she heard Lincoln gruff an âI told you so.â to a laughing Raven and Octavia as they appeared to be lead away to their own tents.
When Lexa returned, she was still bare from the waist up, except for having taken off her boots, and Clarke moaned again at the sight. Three years had been good to Lexa. The tattoo on her right arm now extended up to her shoulder and down into a full sleeve, marred by a few minor scars. Larger scars riddled her torso, and Clarke saw the beginnings of a tattoo peak from under her suede pants, enticing. The woman grinned when she saw Clarkeâs hand speed up slightly under the cover of her jeans, and she came over with what Clarke could only describe as the grace of a large cat, a look in her eye that said nothing but âhungryâ.
âI believe,â Lexa said, slowly, crawling up the bed and moving Clarkeâs hand forcefully from her jeans, and meeting Clarkeâs eyes as she set it down gently on the soft furs that covered the bed. âThat this is my job.â The look in her eyes made it clear that Clarke was not to move to touch herself again for the time being. Lexa leaned backwards, untying Clarkeâs black combat boots and throwing them to the floor carelessly, before helping the woman on her back shimmy out of her jeans. Lexa took a minute, during which Clarke let out heavy breaths, to take in the full beauty of Clarke, her hands lightly caressing her abdomen, before crawling back up and kissing her again.
Hard.
Their bodies settled flush against each other again, Lexa settling between Clarkeâs welcoming thighs. Clarke brought her hand up and was happy when she heard no protest from Lexa about touching the her, one hand gripping onto the tattooed and scarred back, the other snaking around to where their breasts lay flush together, teasing each other, to cup one of Lexaâs breasts. Clarke was not surprised to find that they fit perfectly in her hand. Lexa let out a sound into the kiss as Clarke rolled a nipple between her fingers and thumb.
At a light pinch Lexaâs hips bucked down, and Clarke gasped as she got a tiny amount of the friction she desired. Clarke grinned when she repeated the move, this time harder, and received an even more enthusiastic response. Clarke filed away Lexaâs apparent desire for roughness away for later that night, as both of them became lost in each other again, hands roaming. Lexaâs hips canted into Clarkeâs and she was starting to realize that Clarke was not going to be a quite lover. Something they would both enjoy.
Clarke became louder when she broke the kiss to lead a trail down the womanâs neck, stopping to torture whenever she found a spot that made Clarke squirm. There would be several small red marks on the tanned ivory skin tomorrow morning and Lexa found she quite liked the idea. Knowing she couldnât mark Clarke where she wanted to, where the rest of her people would know that the leader of the Skaikru was claimed as hers, Lexa paused to tease Clarkeâs sensitive breasts, noticing that she had removed the irritating device that had hidden them from her earlier while she was readying the room for them.
âLexaâŠâClarkeâs squirming became more intense, as Lexa left a her mark on the underside of Clarkeâs right breast, determined that if she couldnât show off to the rest of her people as she wanted to, she would at least have the satisfaction of knowing that they were there. She looked up, to make sure Clarke was okay with the marking, and found bright blue eyes practically begging her for more. As she finished, she continued her path downward, Clarke letting out soft strings of sound whenever she paused at a sensitive spot to leave yet another mark. By the time she reached the Sky Girlâs inner thighs, Clarke was panting and calling her name.
âYes, ai kwen?â Lexa said looking up at Clarke, who was propped up on her elbows, with a mischievous grin. Clarke groaned, both with uncomfortable yearning she felt in her pussy at the sight of Lexa, in full war paint, between her legs and with the fact that she was pretty sure Lexa had just uttered the words âmy queenâ in Trigedasleng.
âPlease, LexaâŠâ Was all she could get out. Both of them were feeling it, tonight was not the night for extended teasing and foreplay. They had both waited for this for too long.
âAs you wish, Clarke.â She had finished her mark on the girls inner thigh anyway, and she breathed lightly over Clarkeâs more than ready mound, hearing the whimper it caused. Using her fingers to bare Clarke to her fully, she took her first taste, licking lightly from where Clarke was weeping for her up to her clit, which she carefully took between her lips for a short moment, moaning at the taste of her.
âAaaahhh, god Lexa!â Clarke fell back to the bed, her voice far from quiet, one hand tangling in her own hair, the other making its way back to the other womanâs braids. âFinallyâŠâ She breathed out, as Lexa finished her brief suckling and moved to lap at her wetness, groaning again at the taste and the feel of her blondeâs hands in her own dark braids. Clarkeâs hips canted up as Lexa explored with her tongue, Clarke crying out when she felt the muscle enter her tentatively before starting up a demanding rhythm.
âOh god!â Clarke desperately wanted something more solid to grip on too but she understood, just from Lexaâs movements and the strong handâs that came up to hold her hips in place, that the Grounder woman wanted to make her come with her mouth. Had it been anyone else Clarke would have protested, not believing that it could happen as it never had before, but the feeling of Lexaâs insanely skilled tongue inside and around her had her abs clenching, curling her upwards, a sure sign she was about to experience a strong orgasm.
âFuck, Lexa.â Clarke gasped loudly as Lexaâs tongue pistoned in and out of her, her clit pounding from being sucked on so harshly. âFuck. Oh god⊠Iâm gonna come already baby⊠Iâm gonna come.â The term of endearment slipped from her tongue without thought. Hearing it made Lexa change tactics, sheâd heard Octavia call Lincoln by that name several times and though she didnât understand it, hearing it from Clarkeâs mouth in such a moment made her want to bring Clarke over the edge, now.
When Lexa began to suck on her clit again, alternating between that and flicking her tongue over it rapidly, Clarke was gone. She felt herself break under the darker woman, crying out Lexaâs name, curses, and who knew what else. Lexa didnât stop there however, she lapped up the juices that signaled Clarkeâs release and continued to tease, both bringing her partner down and working her back up almost simultaneously. By the time Clarke came back to herself she was just as aroused as before Lexa had gone down on her.
âOh god, Lexa?â The hand that had been in the brunettes hair had moved to Clarkes own, propping herself up on an elbow and pulling her hair away from her eyes to look down at Lexa as she turned forest green eyes to look back up at sky clear blue.
âYes Clarke?â Lexa said, with an obviously faux innocence that didnât suit her but Clarke found endearing. Lexa had started to run the thumb of her left hand around the hood of her clit, trying to coax it out. Clarke let out a breath, trying to collect her thoughts enough to ask what she knew Lexa was waiting for.
âMore, please.â It came out in a whimper, one she would have minded if Lexa wasnât currently torturing her.
âMore what, Clarke?â Still the fake innocence. âDo you wish me to use my mouth again, or my fingers?â
âFuck, Lexa, stop playing.â Clarke said through gritted teeth, though she was smiling even as she felt her insides clench in anticipation of Lexa fucking her again. Lexa simply raised an eyebrow. âFuck. Both.â Clarke said lying back as Lexa grinned and began to softly suck on her again. âFingers, Lexa, please⊠I need something⊠I need you inside.â
Clarke was glad for the fact that Lexa rarely had to be told something twice, and for the moan that happened to leave Lexaâs mouth as it was still attached to her. Lexa felt a shot of arousal shoot to her own core as Clarke begged her to enter. If she wore her blonde out too soon she might just have to take care of herself, but Lexa found herself not caring very much as she finally, finally, slipped a finger inside of Clarke, testing out how much the Sky Girl could take. The warmth surrounding her felt a lot like coming home, something Lexa hadnât felt in what seemed forever. She sighed, and Clarke shuddered and let out another curse as the breath washed over her extremely sensitized clit.
âMore.â Clarke demanded, and Lexa complied, adding another finger before starting a slow thrusting movement, the thumb of her other hand still lightly coaxing Clarkeâs stubborn clit out of its hood. Clarke was again reduced to loud cries of Lexaâs name and curse words she rarely used in everyday life. Lexa moved faster, unsure how long she would be able to hold out herself with Clarkeâs cries being heard, no doubt, all over camp. The thought of her people knowing what she was doing to her blonde warrior simply turned her on all the more.
âOh, fuck Lexa, harder!â Clarke reveled in the pounding her partnerâs strong arm and fingers were giving her, and the fact that at some point the brunette had added another finger. Her hips jerked violently every time Lexa entered her, seemingly magically finding a spot inside her that had Clarke shaking.
Lexa grinned when Clarkeâs clit finally showed itself, Clarkeâs hand back in her braids and Clarke perched on one elbow again to both watch what was happening to her and to lessen the violence of clenching abs, Lexa was practically drilling her and Clarke hadnât felt this alive in as long as she remembered.
âFuuuck.â Clarke shuddered as Lexa breathed intentionally over her now exposed clit. Lexa grinned as she started to hear wolf-whistles and cheers coming from outside her tent, not uncommon when a leader of her stature proved her prowess in bed. She looked up at Clarke, who seemed to be oblivious to everything but the pleasure Lexa was causing her.
âD-do it.â Clarke ordered, and there was a challenge in her voice through the strain, though it sounded like she was steeling herself for the powerful orgasm she knew was about to come. âLexa, make m-me come a-again.â
âAs you wish, ai kwen.â Lexa whispered as she lowered her lips to Clarkeâs clit and with a few licks and a little bit of suction brought her over the edge for a second time that night.
Wow I guess you guys really liked the first half of my Clexa fic huh?
I got a ton of new followers. WELCOME! I already know whatâs happening in part two, but would you like to see it continue beyond that? And what kind of stuff would you guys like to see? Totally will prompt ideas to get us through this Clexa pain!
Title: "Three Years"
Chapter 1/2?: "Why?"
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Clexa
Rating: NC-Not this part cuz this took forever but trust me the next chapter will be all of the smutty.
Summary: Three years after the battle at the mountain, Clarke and Lexa are forced to meet again due to the threat of another war.
A/N: Yes. I have fallen pray to the Clexa and needed to make last weeks episode better. So I started writing. I'm posting the first part of this as incentive for me to finish it tomorrow. It will likely quickly become an AU, as we don't know what the hell is going to happen, but spoilers through 2x15. There are some spelling errors with the Grounder language that I'll fix when I re-read through before I finish this up tomorrow.
Three years.
Clarke had thought three years was a long time in space, stuck in a cell.
Three years was an eon on the ground.
Fortunately she had managed to get most of her people out. There were fatalities. None of them would ever be the same again, but they had gotten lucky. Apparently a group of Grounders had decided having their people was not enough, and gone against their Commanders wishes.
She still could hear them, in her dreams, chanting.
âClarke. Clarke!â It was Octavia, shaking her, and she realized she was muttering in her sleep again. âClarke, wake up damnit!â
âIâm awake, Iâm awakeâŠâ Clarke mumbled rolling over in the large, patchwork bed.
âYou were saying it againâŠâ Octavia muttered, and she could feel the slightly younger girl leaning up over her.
âI know.â Clarke grumbled, pulling the sheets over them. She sighed as she felt Octavia settle back on the bed, an arm around Clarkeâs waist.
âItâs okay.â Octavia muttered into the blonde locks. âItâll be okay. Weâll both feel better when Lincoln gets back from Polis in a few daysâŠâ
âI know.â Clarke said, in a softer voice. As she had settled back in for sleep her irritation at being woken from her reoccurring dream faded, and she remembered she wasnât the only one with the dreams. She had been the one to wake Octavia the night before.
Clarke knew people talked, but she didnât much care. Octavia had been unable to sleep alone since the Battle of the Mountain. She could deal with a little disturbed sleep until the younger womanâs lover returned, if it meant that one of her closest counsels didnât walk around in a daze for two weeks when negotiation talks with the Grounders capitol had opened up once again, as she had the first time two and a half years ago.
The Commander had united the Twelve Tribes, who, despite the broken treaty they managed to not bump heads with, but there were still others out there that were hostile. Raiders and marauders that wanted their technology, mostly their guns and ammunitions, and it was starting to look like they were not quite outnumbered, but being picked off in such a fashion they were forced to ask for some sort of help.
The Tree People could only do so much, they were dealing with the raiders themselves, but it was coming up on farming season and they really couldnât afford to have their fields burned again like last year. Lincoln was their best chance at help, short of Clarke having to go herself to the capitol, which everyone in Jaha knew was a last resort.
Clarke turned over slightly, curling into Octavia as her friend wrapped herself around her, and fell back into her uneasy sleep.
âChancellor!â Clarke winced; Octavia, who sat across from her at her breakfast table, rolled her eyes. Clarke knew the brunette thought it was ridiculous that their people, even the 35, refused to change the name of office to just about anything else. Clarke hated the name, with a passion, but leaders rarely got the chance to pick their own title. Some days she thought that it was better that they kept the name as their settlement grew. It reminded her of the weight of the position, every time a decision had to be made she remembered their time on the Ark, and her father floating away in front of her, and every time her mother was outranked by her on the ground, before the title had passed to her officially.
By vote.
Spirits, she hated the vote. She hated worse that the people had elected to suspend it, chaining her to the title until she abdicated. Unfortunately, this would not be for a long time, as the Tree People refused to deal in politics, only allowing their emissaries to speak with Clarke or those few close enough to her to make up the, now slightly larger, council. They didnât trust the citizens of the Ark that followed the 100 from the sky. Only those that had been forced to fend for themselves those first few months, as the Grounders had for their entire lives.
âChancellor!â That damned title again.
âClarke!â That perked both their ears up. Very few were left in the town of Jaha who referred to Clarke by her given name anymore. An irritating trait they had picked up from trading with the Tree People. Clarke and Octavia locked eyes, both moving for the open door at the same time. Octavia reached it first, a worried look in her eyes. Clarke moved slower, the very slight limp she was left with after the Battle of the Mountain slowing her down by a fraction of a second.
She reached the door as Raven, and a guard behind her, stopped in their tracks, the guard saluting.
âWhatâs going on?â She asked immediately of Raven, not wanting to deal with the guard.
âLincoln is back.â The words were short and to the point. They may disagree on many personal things, but Clarke could always count on Raven to be to the point and even abrupt if the situation required it. It was refreshing. Clarke side eyed Octavia, who had moved to pick up her sword and threw its dark red leather strap with a dark grey star stitched into it, which identified her as one of Clarkeâs Council, over her head.
âWhat arenât you telling us?â The other girl asked, handing Clarke her pistol and the dark jacket that had the small gold star pendant sewn onto it two years ago.
âHe really needs to go to the sick bay, but he refuses. Abby is tending to him in the conference room, he insists on seeing both of you immediately.â Raven and the guard turned to lead them to the converted small mess hall, which now served as a war chamber, as Clarke tucked the pistol into her jeans and threw the jacket on over her stitched up shirt.
Clarke moved with the grace she had always held, but now the air of command surrounded her and people moved out of their way quickly as the two Councilors and young Chancellor were followed by the guard swiftly down the hallway. Those she had fought with met her eyes questioningly, hoping there had not been another raid they had not heard about. The older generation mostly refused to meet her eyes at all. After what they had witnessed at the last battle, and the small skirmishes that had occurred since, they didnât know how to react. This world was still new to them, and as they said, older dogs took longer to learn new tricks.
âLincoln!â Octavia moved past her quickly, kneeling down next to the large Grounder, who also sported a dark grey star on his weapons belt, on his otherwise piecemeal clothing. She kissed him quickly, wiping away blood from a cut on his eyebrow as Clarke moved to sit in front of him. Her mother pulled the arrow from his shoulder, digging in her med bag to stitch him up. Clarke noted that Octavia didnât bother to ask if Lincoln was okay. They would not get an answer to that until Lincoln told them what he intended.
âWhat I have to say is for the Chancellor and her agentâs ears alone!â He barked, looking at the guard, who looked at Clarke uncertainly.
âIts okay, go.â She said, shortly and motioning her head towards the door. She had picked up the habit of dismissal sometime in the last few years, but refused to let her words become callous as well. The guard closed the door to the meeting room on his way out.
âOctavia, you need to gather the others immediately.â Lincoln decreed, knowing she would understand him to mean the council, and without pausing continued.
âThe Ice Nation has heard of the raiding parties here in the south, and has broken alliance with the Twelve Nations when their demand for your weapons was denied by the other generals.â Clarkeâs eyes widened. âThey ready their northern army to march in two weeksâ time, due to the alliance and the Commanderâs anger, they will likely avoid Polis and lead their army straight here.â
âIâll get the others.â Octavia broke in, though waiting for Clarkes nod before moving. There was a lot of Grounder left in that girl. Clarke was one of the few who appreciated it. Abby finished sewing up the wound in Lincolns shoulder, announcing she needed to go get more supplies to handle the other wounds on his leg, arm, and face and that she would be back.
âWhat are you not telling me, Lincoln?â Clarke said, noticing the dark look in his eyes. She had known the man for years, and knew when he had news she was not going to like to hear.
âHeda Leksa kom Trikru wishes to offer her aid. She will see you, and only you, no representative in your place, and any guard or counsel you wish to accompany you, in five daysâ time at Apeake, the city of the Boat People, located two days ride south of TonDC.â
âShitâŠâ
âClarke, you are crazy if you think that I am letting you go down there. After what Lexa did at the Battle, youâve avoided her for three years!â Clarke pinched the bridge of her nose. You didnât have to be a seer to be able to tell her mother would be the first of her counsel to object.
âThe Commander is true in her word to help.â
âIt could be a trap.â Clarke looked up at that. Usually Octavia sided with the Grounders, and her speaking up against Lincoln was strange; though she knew her friend was not a fan of The Commander of the Twelve Clans, ever since the decision Lexa had made had resulted, ultimately though inadvertently, in the death of her brother.
âIâm not saying we should totally trust The Commander, I donât think the Ice Nation marching is a trapâŠâ Marcus chimed in. âLincoln was pretty beat up when he got hereâŠâ
âI am fineâŠâ Lincolnâs offense was cut off by Marcus again.
âThat may be, but if we had sent anyone else they wouldnât have made it back and those arrows were not anything weâve seen before. The three sided barbed points were proof enough of that. They were designed to have the one hit bleed out as soon as they were removed.â
âJasper, Raven, whatâs the armory look like?â Clarke cut in. She didnât need arguments in this council meeting. She knew she would be going, no matter how much she hated the idea of seeing Lexa again.
âWe have enough ammunition stocked up to hold off the raiders for several months, but if a larger force attacked I donât know what we would do.â Jasper answered. Monty, next to him, nodded.
âWe can build mines to surround the fields once growing season begins.â Raven chimed in, and Clarke sighed. She hated explosives, but it was their best chance to bottleneck the enemy.
âMonty, is the long range radio ready to go?â Clarke turned to her communications expert.
âRaven and I finished it last week. We havenât checked it that far south, but we used the same technology we used to contact the Ark when we were alone down here, so it should be good to go.â
âOkay, hereâs how this is going to work.â Clarke stood up, silencing protests from her mother, whom she really only kept on the counsel due to her medical expertise. âNo, mom, The Commander will only speak with me. Our past means little, the Tree People are the same involving large negotiations and Le-their Commander is one of them. It makes sense.â She couldnât bring herself to say the name of the woman who almost broke her. âLincoln, you said that a message was sent to Ton DC to give us riders if requested?â
âA party left at the same time I set out for home.â He answered. He looked at Octavia as he said it, and Clarke knew his meaning. To Lincoln, home had not been a place for a very long time.
âOkay. Marcus, I want you to head the building of a wall around the outer village. Use what is left of the scrap metal from the Ark-fall, and if you have to use the drop ship. Get Murphy to lead any exploration outside the territory. I trust him to keep our people from being killed by the raiders, and I canât afford to have you too far from Jaha while Iâm gone-â
âClarke, you cannot be consideringâŠâ
âMother! Stop it, before I ask the security detail to have you removed. I normally appreciate your opinion but you are biased on this matter.â Clarke hated how formal she sounded, but it came with the territory. âI want you to make sure the Med-bay is ready for anything; and I mean anything!â Clarkeâs tone brokered no argument and her mother kept silent, though with a hard look in her eyes as she nodded.
âI want the walls up by the time I return, I imagine it will be between a week, or two, if I have to cut it close.â Clarke looked over the map, contemplative. âOctavia will come with me, Indra will want her second along if she is to be a part of the party accompanying us.â
âClarkeâŠâ She looked up, daring her mother to challenge the mission again. âIts not about you going, Octavia is Indraâs second, but sheâs also next in line if something were to happen to youâŠâ
âI have thought about this.â Clarke replied. âMarcus will be in charge of Jaha while Iâm gone, with Monty and Jasper assisting him.â Several parties raised eyebrows. âI need Raven with me, in case we run into a problem with the radios. Jasper knows how to handle the mines, which I want being built, and Jasper? I want them stable. Have Wick assist you.â
âOf course Clarke.â Finally, someone who didnât argue her every decision, Clarke sighed.
âLincoln, you will be accompanying me and Octavia, I need her functional for this.â Lincoln simply nodded, both of them knowing he would insist upon coming with them anyway. âMonty, you will be keeping an eye on the radios, I also want you and Jasper to find a way to safely electrify the outer wall once itâs up. It needs to be safe from the inside, but a deterrent from without. It will keep the bandits from climbing it. I want enough exits that the people do not have an issue visiting their fields, but they will continue to move in groups with at least two guards outside the new gate.â
She stood, looking at the map for a moment more.
âIs everyone clear?â
Affirmatives and nods circled the room.
âGood. We need all the fire power we have here so aside from Octavia and Lincoln I am only taking two guards. Â Marcus you and Lincoln chose them, I want one of the Tree People that have joined our security force, and another of our people that will listen to me without question, but not one of the ones that refuses to look at me. The Tree People will likely also send a small delegation so we should be safe once we head south from Ton DC. Get the horses ready to leave within the hour.â She hated that even her security detail was often frightened of her, and for this to work she needed to be as little irritated as possible.
She nodded, banging the stone that served them as a gavel on the plank it rested on. Without another word she walked out, Octavia and Lincoln following her to the wing that held their quarters to pack. Raven walked in the direction of her own. If this had to be done, sheâd rather get it over with.
There was little pomp and circumstance when the six riders entered the gates of Ton Dc. They were expected, and due to the condition of their arrival and the stature of those that accompanied them, they were not required to check their weapons at the gates. They rode light, as it was, Raven removing her tool bag from the saddle bags of the horse. They would likely be gifted fresh horses, knowing Indra there would likely be little time between their arrival here and their departure for Apeake.
Clarke rode with a simple pistol, and a short machete like sword at her side that Lincoln and Octavia had gifted her for her birthday the last year. Lincoln and Octavia both wore armed to the teeth in usual grounder fashion, Octavia having changed out her gear to better blend in with the grounders before they left, as she often did when accompanying trading parties. This time, however, she and he had also added war paint to their grim appearance, as had the grounder warrior from their camp that accompanied them. He carried an assault rifle, as few grounders dared to do but he had integrated with their people, just as some from Jaha had come to live in Ton DC peacefully, he also was armed with various bladed weapons. Her Sky Guard carried two pistols and his own rifle.
All eyes halted on their party, however, as they dismounted. They were told to be expected but word of the Ice Nation had not gotten around, so their war-like appearance shook the grounders a little. Before anyone had a chance to comment, one of the other generals came to take them to Indraâs hut.
The two leaders nodded at each other cordially, and Indra ordered everyone but Octavia and her son out of the room. Raven rolled her eyes, saying she wanted to test the radio anyway. Clarke was offered a seat at the generalâs table, by the hearth. It was just coming away from the cold season so the warmth of the fire was appreciated.
âWe must leave within the hour.â Indra spoke, as she also sat, Lincoln and Octavia taking places on either side of Clarke. âHowever there are a few things we must discuss before you meet with Heda. Secrets have been kept, at Hedaâs order but it had been discussed that there may be a time to reveal them to you.â
âI was given permission to speak of such things before I left the capitol, if I thought they may indeed help ease tensions between our two leaders. I do not know if they will ease the strain, or make it worse, but Octavia has assured me you would rather have the truth than be blind to it.â
âWhat truth?â Clarke asked, confused and a little angry. She disliked things being kept from her on a personal basis, but this also seemed to relate in some way to their negotiations with the Twelve Clans. She had to have all the information before riding to meet Lexa. Not having it could prove fatal for all of them.
She looked to Octavia, who was nodding soberly, and Clarkeâs nerves snapped just the smallest bit.
âYou knew?â
âNot until just before we left. Lincoln asked my advice on whether you should be told or not.â
âAnd?â Clarke looked around the room, tension rippling from all of them. âWhy didnât you tell me before? What are you keeping from me?â
âHeda will be displeased that you found out, now, but we must have trust. The Ice Nation is dangerous without your weapons. With them, they may be unstoppable, it is in both our peopleâs interest to stop the advance.â Â
âTell me what? Somebody better explain, and now!â Clarkeâs nerves were officially fried after countless nights of interrupted sleep and the looming threat. It was Octavia that had the courage to speak up first.
âThe Grounders that came back for us, after Heda Leska left, didnât do so against her orders. She just had to wait until they were out of sight of the Mountain men to send a party back to help us.â
âWhy would she not want me to know that?â
âBecause.â Said Lincoln quietly, and she oddly suspected that he somehow knew of the moments she and Lexa had shared before the battle, âHeda was the one encouraging the party.â
âHeda warned that, as they were following the customs of our people in demanding blood for blood, they were free to their own actions against the Mountain Men but she could not lead them. She ordered you never be told, and most did not mind as they were family members of those we were too late to save or those turned into Reapers. Heda took care to not be seen, just in case the raiding party failed, until you fell.â Lincoln finished.
Lexa absolutely detested the sound of gunfire. Nothing should move so fast, and rip through a warrior so quickly as to not give them a fair chance at fighting back. Even a blade from behind required skill and gave the attacked party a chance to retaliate. She found that now, she had the fact that she had no idea which side the fire was coming from to add to her list of reasons to hate the loud cracking sound.
She kept to the trees, avoiding the open meadow where most of the fighting took place, where the door had been opened. Her wariors were instructed to lead some of the Mountain Men back in her direction, and as she felled one with her blade she was pleased to see they were following just enough that a few of the Sky People and her own people got through. Once they were in, she didnât concern herself with their mission. Those she had brought with her were her very best. She watched the fighting, picking off men when they neared the trees, and searched frantically for the blonde Sky Girl.
Just as her eyes lay upon the young woman, who was beautiful in her own right in battle, firing shots off her pistol and dodging and swinging her own blade almost as well as one of her own people. As Lexa slashed the throat of another mountain man she grinned a feral, wolfish grin. She had always known that Clarke of the Sky people was a warrior.
It was then she heard another âcrackâ, her final reason for hating the sound of gunfire solidifying in her consciousness, as she saw Clarkeâs leg come from under her, the Blonde girl from the stars falling to the earth. As she fell another bullet caught her in torso, spinning her around in the air.
âNo!â The scream that released from her throat was foreign sounding, not her own voice, neither was the voice that called Clarkeâs name. She felt disconnected as she instinctively moved towards the small, younger leader on the ground, Mountain Men falling at her blade every step she took. She fell to the ground next to the Sky Princess, as Lincoln also arrived, sliding to his knees and ripping a piece of fabric from his kit to press to the wound just below Clarkeâs ribs. Her own hands, covered in indistinguishable blood, covered his, applying pressure as he moved to wrap her leg injury, confused when dark droplets of water splashed just enough to clean little spots of skin on her hands.
âSheâs alive.â Lincoln stated quickly in their language. It wasnât until later that she realized she was crying. She was surprised though, those of her people that surrounded her did not seem to lose respect. Rather she saw them begin to fight harder as she raised her head to look at Lincoln, and then further to direct her people.
âKill them!â She screamed in their tongue, as Lincoln took over assessing
Clarkeâs injuries. âKill them! I want them all dead!â She stood, grief at being too late to stop Clarke from being hurt turning to fury that the girl had been nearly killed.
Her own warriors moved from her path in fear as she marched towards the door, losing count of the amount of Mountain Men that fell beneath her blade. She felt them move in behind her.
âI want the one called Cage!â She snarled as she entered the mountain. The lives of Clarkeâs people were not a part of the deal.
Clarkeâs life was.
Her people knew she would not rest until her blade had tasted his blood.
âWhy?â Clarke asked, confused on every level. She knew the Grounders had come to their rescue. She wasnât even surprised at Lexa leading the triple cross. What she was confused over was Lexaâs refusal to let her know about it, and how exactly she should feel.
âNo one knows. The Heda keeps her secrets.â Indra replied, not seeming moved by Clarkeâs reaction, and the leader of the Sky People wondered if she even had an expression at this point, so practiced she had become at masking her emotions. Clarkeâs confusion melded into the only emotion she could make sense of at the moment.
Anger.
âWe need to leave.â She said, standing. âItâs two days to the port of the Boat People. You said the Ice Nation moves fast. We need to leave now.â
Octavia moved as if to ask her a question, as Indra and Lincoln stood and left to go check on the horses. She fixed her councilor with a look that stilled whatever was on the tip of her tongue, though, and she stopped; Octavia followed the others outside, Clarke tailing her, and not for the first time was she grateful for the Grounder habits her friend had picked up.
By the time they rode into Apeake, what appeared to be a large fishing village located on the side of an even larger bay, Clarke had made clear that she held no anger for Indra, Lincoln nor Octavia for keeping the secret from her. Octavia had only known for a matter of hours when she found out, and herself seemed confused as to how to feel towards her other Commander. Lincoln followed his Hedaâs orders, though he had told her he had counseled Lexa against keeping the secret, and as they did not affect his Chancellorâs safety or the safety of either of their people she could not blame him.
She could, however, blame Lexa.
âShow me to her now!â She ordered, her Grounder still heavily laced with accent, and those that took their horses looked confused until Octavia spoke a long string of Trigedasleng, motioning to both Indra and Clarke. The men quickly moved to unsaddle their horses and a woman came up to them.
âYou are Clarke, Chancellor of the Skikru?â Â She asked in English.
âYes. I wish to speak with your Heda. Immediately.â
âOf course.â
As they moved from the town, Clarke saw a few familiar faces, those of the Grounders that had either come to help or had been instrumental before the initial attack on the Mountain. None of them spoke to her, their pace suffered no chance at small talk. They reached the edge of the village, where she saw a small army of Tree People from villages surrounding Ton DC camped around a larger tent, one she recognized as the commanders.
Clarke assumed the woman escorting them held some rank, as the guardâs stood aside. Clarke recognized one of them. She saw Lincoln hold Octavia and Raven back as Indra and the other woman entered the tent just before Clarke stormed it.
âChancellor Klark kom Skaikru, Heda; en Indra kom Tondc.â
Lexa, as she turned, looked virtually the same as the last time Clarke had seen her. Absent the armor, she still wore her great coat fastened by plastic clips. Her face was painted, though now it came to four slightly smaller points under her eyes. A small, delicate scar adorned her chin, and who knew what other wounds Lexa had picked up in the last years.
She looked just as fierce as the first time Clarke had laid eyes on her. Except, now, Clarke realized she could still see the Lexa that hid behind the façade of The Commander. Everything showed in the womanâs eyes, and in them Clarke could swear she saw everything. Every emotion the woman had ever felt seemed to swim through her eyes just now; joy, caring, fear, anger, hurt, uncertainty, determination and an infinite sadness. As their eyes met, they lingered for just a moment, and Clarke could tell she was being sized up, taken in, just as she was doing to Lexa.
None of this slowed the fire in Clarkeâs blood.
âI want to speak with you. Now. Alone.â Lexaâs eyes widened a bit at that, the steel edge her voice had taken on in the last years. The Commander stared for just a moment more, eyes raking over her form. Looking for signs of difference or injury; for some reason they lingered on her knee, the one with the slight limp that had taken the bullet in the Battle of the Mountain.
âAu.â Lexaâs voice held the same steel it always had when speaking to her people, and Indra and the other woman obeyed immediately.
âAi, yu au!â Lexa barked, Clarke realizing that she ordered the guards at the door out and away from the door as well. She could see in her eyes that she knew the scene to unfold would not be one she wanted witnessed.
Clarke stalked up to Lexa as the guards left, backing her against the table that held, now, a larger reconstruction of the area from here and to the north and west. The irony of the moment did not miss Clarke, though her anger kept her from taking amusement in it. Lexaâs hands met the table, just as they had so many years ago, and Clarke spoke in her steel-laced voice a simple two sentences.
I'm going to be compiling all of Extraction on this fic blog probably later tonight so its all findable. I intended to do it now but I won't have time before work.
A headache, probably more from the gunfire near his head for a good half the day than the alcohol he consumed.
His shirt and vest were off and his left arm was bandaged.
His pants, but not boxers, seemed to have also been removed and there was a sheet over him.
His right leg felt like it was on fire.
If he shifted even a little it felt like heâd dislocated his left shoulder or something. It just hurt, the way a bruise heâd once gotten from a baseball bat across the back had hurt. He assumed it was the remains of impact of the bullet that had caught him as they entered the building.
Lastly, there was a warm body snuggled up to his left side. The heavy dreadlocks that tickled his chin told him just who it was.
He groaned and looked around.
The house they were in was well kept, but furniture seemed to have been moved out of the way in favor of a small mattress that he was laying on. Sarah appeared asleep with one of the blonde children, the boy it must have been he guessed from the short hair, asleep on her chest. His hand reached down as if he had been holding on to his sisters hand as he fell asleep. Helena slept next to them on the floor, the little girl asleep on her. One of her hands wrapped protectively around the girls waist.
He heard Alisonâs voice raised slightly in another room, and Donnieâs, apparently arguing with S and Rachel who sounded like they were on the same side of the argument as each other.
âToo weird.â He shook his head, pulling Cosima closer into his good side, she nuzzled into his flat chest. She clung to him, he knew in part because she must be worried about Delphine and needed him to anchor her, he knew they wouldnât be going to the same safehouse at first. He looked up and away, to see Sarah, also looking exhausted, awake and looking back at him. She shook her head, closing her eyes to go back to sleep.
Tony followed her example. Heâd done his job, waiting until he didnât feel like heâd been hit by a load of fucking bricks to find out what the fuck was happening next was the least he owed himself.
Helena grabbed a hand rail and kept firing, Scotts labcoat was stained read, thankfully he was wearing a vest under it, though it was open at the sides as it was a little too small for him. He appeared to have been hit squarely in the shoulder and Sarah hauled him into the chopper as it started to hover. Tony watched as she threw herself inside as Helena, Alison and Siobhan kept up their cover fire. Helena finally climbed inside as Ben opened fire on the roof, finally causing the rest of the men to drop or scramble back inside for cover.
Military choppers were neat, he thought, his head getting fuzzier.
âTony.â
So many things were happening.
Rachel was there, looking out of place. Her bodyguards gone, all expendable apparently, though worth their weight in gold for how well they held off the soldiers following them.
Alison was crouched next to them, she seemed to be ranting about something to Sarah, who held the little boy in her lap, while gesturing to his leg. He caught the word âblood lossâ. Helena was saying something over and over again, to the little girl she held, her free hand on the little boys head. She was crying, the feral look completely gone she looked like a child again, like the night heâd first met herâŠ
âOW! Son of a bitch be careful.â
âYou shut your mouth, I need to sew up your leg! Drink this.â He saw his hands again, covered in now drying blood, as a bottle of whiskey was shoved in his hand. Alison poured another bottle over his wound, causing him to curse and jerk again. He rolled his head, watching as Felix put pressure on Scottâs wound.
âTONY!â Cosima finally got his attention, and he caught her eyes, panicked. âTony! Where. Is. Delphine!â
âOh.â The alcohol was mixing with his fuzzy head. He wasnât worried, she was with Cal. The safehouse would fix her. âGot shot. Cal took her to a safehouse in the desert.â
âHow bad Tony?â Why couldnât Sarah answer these questions, she was there. Sheâs the reason Delphine wasnât worse off. He looked at Sarah, also covered in someone elseâs blood. âLotsa blood, but right side. Think ât was just her shoulder.â
âOh, thank goddess.â Cosima sighed.
âHey. Hey I got shot too ya knowâŠâ
âI know, you stupid, stupid boy.â Cosima smiled down at him, her head shaking. Tears streamed down her face now that she didnât need to see to shoot. It was weird, Cosima didnât cry unless she was angry.
He didnât realize when heâd slipped down the side of the chopper but he had. He looked at Alison, who shook her head at him, and then back at Cosima. His leg didnât hurt anymore, half the whisky bottle was gone when it was snatched away from him by Felix, who took a large swig before pouring it on Scottâs shoulder.
His back still throbbed where he had been hit though.
He felt himself lifted up by the straps of his vest, Cosimaâs mouth coming down on his briefly but sweetly. He smiled, a lopsided smirk. It had been weeks since heâd felt those soft lips and he felt a giggle come out of his mouth, which pretty much only happened when he was crossfaded. When he laid his head back again, Cosima was behind him, her torso providing a pillow for his head. Her hands found his hair as they always did.
It was louder this time, heard above the propellers that were already started up. Tonyâs head was fuzzy all he knew was he wasnât gonna drop the kid he held with his bloody hands and his girl wasnât going to drop him. He sighed when he heard that sound again.
âHELENA GET IN!â He heard Sarah scream, followed by gunfire, as he was nearly dragged into the large chopper, obviously battle ready.
Crack. That was Sâs gun. It sounded different. There was a lot of smaller gunfire coming from just outside the helicopter. He looked up, Helena was grinning in a feral way. Not at all a smile, more of a predator showing teeth and he smiled as he handed off the child to Felix.
âOh good. You lived.â He saw through the flamboyant, flippant comment. Felix didnât look confused at all as he took the child, and sat him on the seat. Clearly heâd been updated of the events on the ground. Rachel climbed in with the little girl as Alison jumped out, providing cover fire for Sarah and Scott who were still far too close to the door for his liking. Sarah fired twice into the opening and grabbed Scott by his button up collar, both of them running full sprint towards the helicopter. Helena and Alison took turns trading out clips as men came through the door at an alarming speed.
âBenjamin, get us off the ground!â Siobhan shouted, she crouched just inside the helicopter with her rifle on the other side of the open doors from Alison who took aim from inside the relative safety of the machine, though never missed a shot. Tony noticed Helenaâs rifle tossed casually inside the doors, not even broken down as Cosima set him down and went to grab a gun herself. Tony grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Heâd made it this far he wasnât losing her to a stray round. She looked at him, determined, but her look faded when she looked around the back of the helicopter that was starting to lift off the roof.
