Osu Throu Daun Ogeda || We Fight Together || A 100 Fanfiction

XLIV

- Jordan's POV -
The evening light filters through the room, casting long shadows across the floor as the light from the fire makes them dance. It's quiet, save for the sound of my own breathing and the faint crackle of the fire. Lexa stands near the doorway, her arms crossed, her brow furrowed in that way it always does when there's much on her mind. She's been like this for the last day or so—distant, but not cold. There's something she hasn't said yet, and I can feel it hovering between us.

I sit up a little, wincing as my body still protests against the healing wound from a week ago. This week has been excruciatingly full of recovery and rehabilitation, and I'm sick of it. "Lexa." I say softly, my voice breaking the silence.

She turns toward me, and for a moment, her mask slips. I can see the weight in her eyes, the conflict she's been carrying. She crosses the room, moving with that silent grace that's always been so uniquely hers, and sits on the edge of the bed beside me.

Her fingers find mine, a gesture that feels both intimate and grounding. She looks down at our hands for a long moment before speaking. "Titus..." She says softly. "He has to be punished."

I nod, but needing to hear it from her as in the end it is her decision as Commander. "What's it going to be?"

Her thumb brushes over the back of my hand, a small, gentle movement that contrasts with the heaviness of what she's about to say. "Execution. Publicly."

I nod, the truth of it settling quickly over me. There's no surprise in her words, just the finality of something we both knew was coming.

"What is it?" I question curiously, searching her face after she hesitates to speak. She doesn't usually hesitate, ever.

She looks up at me, and for a brief second, the Commander is gone, and it's just Lexa, the woman I love, sitting beside me. "You deserve to be the one to do it." She says, her voice low, almost tender. "You have the right."

Her words hang between us, heavy and charged with meaning. It takes me a moment to process what she's offering. "You want me to carry it out?"

Her gaze doesn't waver, but there's something softer in her eyes. "He almost took you from me, Jordan. He tried to kill you and your sister. And he betrayed our people and Skaikru by doing it. If you're strong enough, physically that is, if you want it... the honor should be yours." Lexa's hand tightens around mine, her thumb stilling. "I think... I know how much you want justice. I know how disgusted he is by the thought of our relationship because of my duties, but he cannot see how easily I separate it." She pauses, her eyes searching mine, as if trying to find the right words. "But it's not just about strength. It's about showing them all—our people, the clans, everyone—that no one betrays me or you and walks away."

I nod slowly, the idea taking root in my mind but raise a brow. "But I don't have a power role here. I don't have a title so how is it a consequence of betrayal on behalf of me?"

Her lips curve into the faintest smile, a softness in her eyes that only I ever get to see. "J, you practically serve as my second. You're an ambassador for our people, you're a true warrior... You don't need the title." She shakes her head. "It may not always seem like it but you do. You have authority here, and I will do better to ensure that you understand and believe that." 

We fall into a small silence as I try to make sense of my thoughts. Titus has taken so much from me—my safety, my peace, my strength—and now, I have the chance to take something back. To reclaim what he nearly stole. But more than that, this is about vengeance. This is about justice.

"I'll do it." I say, my voice steady, filled with the certainty that has been building for days.

Lexa nods, and for the first time in days, I see a heavier flash of relief in her eyes. She leans forward, pressing her forehead against mine, a gesture of quiet intimacy, grounding us both in the moment. Her breath is warm against my skin, and for a moment, we're just two people, alone in the world, connected by something deeper than words.