Regina(On Hold) // The 100

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A/N: The name Anakin is pronounced On-a-kane

As I was leaving Tondc with Clarke, Lexa, and much of Trikru, I felt a sense of urgency in the air. The aftermath of the missile strike was evident everywhere, with smoke and debris still lingering in the atmosphere. People moved quickly, driven by a shared determination to bring an end to the threat of Mount Weather once and for all.

Amidst the chaos, I couldn't help but notice Abby and Jackson, the dedicated medical team of Camp Jaha, working tirelessly to round up all the wounded. They were determined to ensure that every injured person received the care they desperately needed. It was a testament to their unwavering commitment to saving lives, even in the most dire circumstances.

Anakin, a trusted ally and warrior from a distant world, had joined our group as we began our march toward Mount Weather. His presence brought an air of strength and solidarity to our mission. Yet, despite our determination, the threat of the acid fog still loomed over us. We halted our advance just outside of its deadly range, waiting for the crucial signal that it had dissipated, allowing us to continue our march toward the ominous Mount Weather facility.

Tension hung in the air as we stood at the precipice of our final confrontation with the Mountain Men. The fate of our people, and the hope for a brighter future, rested on the success of our mission, and we knew that every moment counted.

"What if we're wrong... and cutting the power doesn't disengage the locks?" Clarke asked.

"Your people said it will," Lexa told us. She rose from the makeshift bed in her tent, the blanket slipping off her as she stood. Inside, the tent was dimly lit by a single oil lamp, casting faint shadows on the walls. The camp outside was alive with activity, the sounds of preparation and anticipation filling the night air. Clarke adjusted her gear with a determined expression, a reminder that we were ready to face the challenges ahead as a united team. "You two should rest."

"We could blow the doors manually," I suggested.

Lexa came over to us. "Plans don't last very long in battle. Tiring yourself with questions already asked and answered is a waste of energy."

Clarke looked at Lexa. "People died for this, Lexa. It has to work."

"You're doing what I did when I first took command." Lexa turned around to pour herself a cup of water. "We can't move forward, and it's giving you too much time to think. Once Bellamy shuts down the acid fog, and the battle begins, everything will be clear."

"What if he can't? What if it was too dangerous and I sent him in there anyway?"

I looked at Lexa. She had her back toward us as she spoke. "You care about him."

"We care about all of them," I argued.

Lexa finally turned around to look at us. "You worry about him more."

I scoffed and shook my head dismissively, my confidence unwavering. While I remained unperturbed, Clarke was the one harboring concerns.

"We couldn't have kept us alive all this time without him. We need him," Clarke explained. "And now I might be the one who gets him killed."

Lexa approached us. "That's what it means to be a leader. The truth is, we must look into the eyes of our warriors and say, 'Go die for me.'"

"If only it were that easy," I said. "A real leader should be saying, 'Let me die for you.' You shouldn't be sending them into battle, you should be leading them. That's what it means to be a leader."

Clarke sighed and turned back to the table. "Can we please just get back to the plan?"

"No. Clarke, you could be a leader your people look to. Pour their hopes and dreams into. Someone they would fight and die for." Lexa didn't address me, and the silence between us hung heavy in the air. I couldn't quite fathom the reason behind her silence, but a sinking feeling gnawed at me. Perhaps she believed that my earlier comment had disqualified me from being a leader, and that uncertainty weighed on my heart like a crushing burden.