Love And War

Never Be Alone

Two shots rang through the air as Clarke shot bullets at oncoming soldiers.

Lexa, with her strange looking knife, was slashing furiously, pushing soldiers down the stairs.

Clarke limped, not intending on slowing the two down. Clarke noticed Lexa busy with one soldier, too busy to see another about to plunge a knife into her side.

Clarke fired her gun once more except after she shot, her foot slipped and she barely caught herself, letting out an agonized shout.

Lexa stabbed her knife into the soldier she was fighting skull, and for the short break they had, raced over and kneeled by Clarke.

"Are you OK Clarke?!" Lexa scanned Clarke's body fumbling both of her hands on the sides of Clarke's face.

"Lexa, I-I'm good, are you? Your shaking!"

Clarke saw Lexa swallow hard, not parting eye contact with her.
Lexa shakily put down her hand.

Standing, she outstretched her arm and helped Clarke up.

"Just stay with me Clarke."

Clarke was astonished,
Where was the backup?
Surely the Commander wouldn't just March into an enemy camp all by her lonesome just to rescue some medic?

Without letting go of Clarke's hand, the two stormed down the creaky steps.

"What about backup?" Clarke questioned.

"You have a gun don't you?"

Clarke tripped baffled.
"How THE HELL are we gonna get out of here then?!"

"Improvise," Lexa blatantly stated as she jammed her foot into a soldiers stomach grunting.

Lexa turned and faced Clarke.
"I think we're doing rather well Griffin."

Clarke raised her gun, Lexa's eyes wide open.
When Clarke pulled the trigger, Lexa flinched, only to here a loud thud behind her.

Turning around, Lexa saw the shot body of a soldier.

She turned back to Clarke's smug face.

"Bitch."
"Jerk." Clarke scoffed.

They finally reached the bottom of the building, and started to sprint out before they both heard an all too familiar voice.

"HAULT!" Clarke and Lexa turned to see Emerson approaching, with at least 100+ soldiers behind him and fully armed.

Clarke stopped, almost hitting Lexa.

"You really thought it was gonna be that easy." Emerson was smiling ear to ear.

"Drop your weopans." He commanded.

Clarke glanced uneasily at Lexa, who was shooting Emerson her all too familiar death glare.

Clarke dropped her gun, and kicked it forward.
After noticing Lexa had failed to do the same, She nudged her.

The Commander only greeted Clarke with the quickest of looks, before she dropped her knife to the ground.

Two soldiers approached,
One violently put Clarke on her knees, Lexa's response to that was to punch the other one in the face, sending him flying.

Guns were cocked and aimed, Lexa lifting her hands in defense.

"Leave her be," Emerson held up his hand and approached SLOWLY.
With his gun he directed to the floor.

"On your knees."

"You wish." Lexa spat.

"OOO, this one has some fire!"
Emerson laughed, the rest of the soldiers chuckling.
Lexa raised her head prideful.