Clexa One Shots (Discontinued)

It started with a kiss part 8

Watching Lexa walk out of Jaha Camp, Bellamy felt his insides twist in fear. Octavia stood beside him, staring up at him worriedly, knowing very well that he would not take this calmly.

"What do you need, Bell?" she asked carefully. Her brother turned to face her, unaware that she had been there. Sighing, he stepped back, into the Ark, with Octavia following behind.

"Where's Lincoln?" Bellamy finally asked.

"Hunting," Octavia replied. "He should be back soon."

"Do you trust him?" He asked.

"Completely."

"Have him follow the Commander," Bellamy ordered. "And report back if she has any contact with Clarke."

"Bellamy, I don't think Heda would –"

"Don't fucking call her that," he spat back, a little too aggressively. "She's not your commander."

"Still," Octavia went on, "I don't think she'd hurt Clarke."

"Yeah?" Bellamy laughed sarcastically. "Just like you didn't think she'd leave us at the mountain? Like you didn't think she'd leave our people to die?" Octavia fell silent, though she could feel her blood boiling beneath her skin. "Just have Lincoln track her," he said before walking away.

"Heda is looking for Clarke?" Lincoln asked Octavia as they rested by a nearby river.

"Is it really a surprise?" Octavia replied.

"I suppose not. Since Costia, she had not been close with anyone."

"Not until Clarke?"

"Not until Clarke."

"Do you think she'd hurt her?" Octavia asked.

"I do not know, but I will do this for your brother."

"What?" Octavia snapped up, shocked. "Why would you do that?"

"Octavia, your people do not trust me and mine do not want me," he explained calmly, reaching out to her and pulling her back onto his chest. "My people do not know of forgiveness, so I cannot return, but perhaps I still have a chance with yours."

"All right," Octavia sighed into him.

"Bellamy," Lincoln called out. "May we speak?" Nodding, Bellamy led the grounder into a room inside the Ark, where the weapons were stored.

"Got news?" Bellamy asked.

"Some miles west of the river, I saw Lexa and Clarke together," Lincoln informed. "Arguing by the looks of it, though –"

"Arguing?" Bellamy interrupted.

"Lexa's sword was out," Lincoln replied, hesitantly, "but they only spoke, until, finally, Clarke followed her into the woods."

"No," Bellamy shook his head defiantly. "Clarke hates her, she wouldn't go anywhere with her."

"That is what I saw."

"Unless," Bellamy began, ignoring Lincoln, "she was forced somehow. Threatened. Kidnapped."

"Bellamy," Lincoln tried to argue.

"What's the nearest village from where you saw them?" Bellamy asked desperately.

"West Timore," Lincoln sighed.

"We'll go there at dawn and get some answers," Bellamy said and Lincoln couldn't help but think of Finn.

"Where are you going?" Clarke asked, noticing how Lexa came out of the tent wearing armor. "Did something happen?"

"We've been attacked," Lexa replied simply, before shouting out orders to grounders. "You must stay here, Clarke. You are still ill," she added plainly, not bothering to look at her.

"I'm fine," Clarke scoffed. "I can be useful, you know."

"You're staying, Clarke," Lexa barked, this time turning to face her, an undeniable harshness in her eyes.

"You're not my commander, Lexa," Clarke snapped back, stepping forward into the brunette's face, refusing to show her any weakness. "I'm going."

"Clarke, I almost lost you to illness," Lexa's voice softened, though her eyes remained stone. "I will no risk your life once more. I cannot afford to–"

"Bullshit, Lexa," Clarke interrupted her. "I've survived enough to know how to take care of myself. I'm going."

"Why must you be so stubborn, my Sky Princess?" Lexa sighed, defeated. "It is not a lie that I will be less anxious, walking into battle knowing you are safe here, but I am aware of your survival abilities. But you cannot come, my dear."

"Why?" Clarke urged, calmer now, finding comfort in Lexa's careful, loving words.

"We have been attacked by your people, Clarke," Lexa finally said, her eyes immediately scanning the blonde's face for any sign of anger or heartbreak or sadness or anything, really.

"What?" she nearly shouted. "That's not possible. My people wouldn't just attack for no reason."

"Is revenge not reason enough?" Lexa suggested. "Blood must have blood. After the mountain, it is no surprise that –"

"We are not like you; we are not monsters," Clarke interrupted, venom in her words that stung Lexa deep. The brunette breathed in, holding her breath, tightening her lips, and eyeing her lover dangerously. Noticing this, Clarke's heart began to ache inexplicably.

"I see," the Commander finally spoke.

"Lexa –" Clarke began, though stopped herself, unsure of how to continue, of which direction to go, of which side to take.

"If I am a monster to you, Clarke," Lexa began, her voice deep and strong and terrifying, "you are welcome to leave camp." To leave me. The words hung in the air for a moment, before Lexa grew impatient in the heavy silence. Clarke, who felt her heart expand inside her chest with love and then shrink back in fear, couldn't find any words to fill the space between them. "Goodbye, Clarke," Lexa said, harshly, though Clarke took note of how she didn't take this chance to say May we meet again instead and somehow that made her feel better, though only slightly.