Nightblood Under the Bed

Chapter 1

 I was going to go with something a lot more boring like re-writing season 7 but at the last minute i decided to do a more exciting idea that I have had sitting around that fits, so I wrote all three chapters in one day.

Thank you to qvert on tumblr for illustrating this.

Chapter 1:

Clarke is panicking inwardly. Outwardly she is stone faced.

The sun has just set and Octavia stands before her, bruised and battered, but alive at least. "Clarke... Clarke, say something please? You can scream at me, yell at me, I'm sorry that I let them take Madi, I really am."

There was no response from Clarke, because Clarke only blamed herself. How could she let her precious baby out of her sight like that? Madi was only six years old. She might never see her smile or laugh again, just like Clarke never saw Lexa again.

That morning had been like any other. Lexa came back from her morning jog to Clarke making breakfast. Tea for Lexa and coffee for Clarke was set up. Clarke heard Lexa plod back down the stairs after her shower and felt arms snake around her wait despite the roundness of her protruding belly. Lexa's arms were like a warm nest.

"How are my two favorite girls in the world?" she asks in Clarke's ear. Her voice never fails to send butterflies fluttering in Clarke's stomach.

She smiles and turns the stove off, turning in Lexa's arms to face her. Lexa leans her forehead against Clarke's with a smile.

"We're doing good today. Not too much moving around right, little one?" Clarke starts addressing Lexa and then ends addressing the bump that is their baby.

Lexa shifts her hands to Clarke's stomach, long fingers splaying out. Her face is affection, love, reverence, and all the best things in the world rolled into one. "One more day. Just one more and I get off until you give birth." She then kneels down and kisses Clarke's stomach. "Just one more day, Madi. Aren't you excited to have your Nomon around?"

A kick is the response and Lexa is absolutely delighted. Her grin is infectious and Clarke can't help but smile as well. This was perfect, Clarke thought. She could ask for nothing more. Perhaps that's why she didn't realize as she kissed Lexa goodbye that morning that it would be the last time she ever saw those green eyes, the wide smile, and sharp jawline.

Finally, Clarke looks at Octavia and gives her a tired, sad, smile. "It's okay, Octavia. I'm okay. Go home and rest. Staying here won't do anything to help her", she whispers out. As she says it, a tear slips from the corner of her eye and rolls down her cheek. It is a heart wrenching contrast, her tear of heartbreak and smile of acceptance. Except it is something one person should never have had to accept in a lifetime. The life of Clarke Griffin is harsh and unforgiving.

Octavia looks at her pitifully but doesn't push. She tells Clarke to call her if she needs anything and then leaves, albeit reluctantly. As soon as the door closes Clarke collapses into the couch and lets the sobs take over her body. She curls into herself, putting her face in her hands. Her shoulders shake violently as she whimpers through her sob.

First she had lost Lexa, and when she had lost Lexa she had gotten back onto her feet because she had to for Madi. Madi was the only part of her plan with Lexa's life that was still there after Lexa disappeared. She had resolved to show Madi pictures and stories and videos of her Nomon that she never got to know and never would. Now she was gone too.

Of course, life has other plans, because even her private grief and pity party gets interrupted. "Let me help you find Madi."

Clarke's head shoots up and her heart stops for very many reasons. First, because there are literal rams horns and tail. Second because her skin is a grey color that is completely wrong on human features. Third because it is Lexa. It is the same face, the same confident attitude that said she was going to give it her all. The same attitude that Clarke had fallen for since the first day. Last was her eyes. Her green eyes said it all. Love, sadness, and right now blazing most brightly? Rage.