Fixing Clexa's story to give them an ending they deserved (an *ending, not the journey they deserved). They are clearly endgame but it turned into a bit more of an adult-themed journey to get there so just a warning it takes a slightly dark turn ar...
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(Out in the hallway)
"Clarke!" A sharp voice snaps her attention away from the door finally, though the voices had grown too soft to hear, she had been straining for any hint of where things stood from the two inside. Octavia stomps down the hallway, grabbing a chunk of cloth at Clarke's shoulder and drags her back to the elevator. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?? Come on, we HAVE to go." Octavia's grip is too strong to break, and when she tries to open her mouth as she's pulled into the elevator, Octavia pushes her into the wall.
"No, I don't want to hear it Clarke. For fuck's sake there's nothing else you can do right now. You trusted Lexa and she just put a kill order on all of us!"
"But you don't underst-"
"There's nothing else to understand Clarke! Fuck! You think I WANT to leave here without Lincoln? You think I WANT to be back at Arkadia either? Whatever comes next, we can't figure it out here. You have to come back, so you can help Kane, your mom, and the rest of us prove that Pike is going to get us all killed. We need you. It's the ONLY way."
"Okay" Clarke yields, relaxing her muscles so that Octavia loosens her grip. She feels her lip twitch as the elevator doors close, but won't let Octavia see her lose it. Not here.
This can't be it. She thinks over and over as they descend the tower. Would she ever be back here again? Dread creeped in as she thinks about Arkadia - and whether or not she will even have a voice anymore with Pike and Bellamy. If war was inevitable what were the odds either her or Lexa doesn't even survive?
Lexa - oh God, Lexa. She can't - Clarke forcibly shuts her eyes in an attempt to cut off her thought. The briefest image of the warrior lying on the ground, riddled with bullet holes, those green eyes lifeless and still flashes behind her eyelids and a sharp pain pierces her chest when she inhales. It can't....this can't be it.
The horses are already waiting for them when the girls get down out of the tower. Lincoln embraces Octavia and lifts her up to press his lips to hers, "We will figure this out, I promise."
"You fucking better" She smirks as she pulls him back in for another kiss.
Clarke looks back up at the tower, searching the top row for that one balcony, the air in her chest growing heavier by the second. On cue a figure appears, small but the silhouette all too familiar. Neither of them move. Clarke is unable to make out her face from so far away, but desperate to hold onto this last moment as long as she can. What felt like minutes was surely just seconds, but Clarke remained rooted to her spot, until finally the figure on the balcony disappeared behind the curtains taking all the air in Clarke's chest with it.
"Ugh, just fucking go." Sighed Octavia, "Don't take too long though, the sun's almost gone so we're gonna be riding all night."
Her heart skips at the words as she's flooded with nerves. Suddenly she can't find the words she wants to say nor does she know how she will pull herself away on her own after a more formal goodbye. She doesn't want Octavia to see her a mess, or have to ride the whole night with company.
"You can go ahead now, if you want," Clarke says, "Lincoln, you can ride with to the blockade border right?" Octavia cocks her head about to protest but Clarke continues "I'll be okay, coming right behind you. Forreal, go ahead."
Octavia doesn't speak, she lets the silence hang between them, not sure if she believes her. After a moment she nods, and her and Lincoln mount up and take off for Arkadia.
Clarke take a deep breath, looking up again at the now empty balcony, and walks back towards the tower.
