Rewriting Jroths Fuck Ups (CLEXA)

CHAPTER ONE

WARNING: I wrote this when I was around 14. I am aware that it lacks depth and some of the concepts are immature. I am only leaving it published because I am aware that some people still wish to read it. 

For 2 days Clarke had been aimlessly walking through the depths of the forest. What she has done clouding her thoughts. She killed all those innocent people to save her people. Over 300 men, women and children dead because of her. What scares her the most is that she would do it again and again just so her people could live for another day.

Lexas words run through Clarkes mind as tears threaten to spill. May we meet again. May we fucking not Clarke thinks to herself. She hated herself for understanding Lexas decision. She knew that she would have done the same thing without a second thought had it been herself that the Mountain offered the deal, but it did not make it hurt any less.

Before Lexa had left her she was overwhelmed by her feelings for her. When Lexa had kissed her in her tent before they marched on the Mountain she had pulled away, not because she had a lack of feeling towards her but quite the opposite in fact. It had not been long since she had to put Finn to rest after he lost his mind and she was already feeling so much for Lexa. It wasnt just being a hormonal teenager in the chaos of being free on Earth like it was with Finn. It all felt like so much more with Lexa.

Clarkes thoughts were interrupted by the faint sounds of foot steps in the distance. She could tell that they were not trying to sneak up on her or attack but she knew if could be a sky person as the steps she was hearing were of a trained warrior not someone who had lived in a metal box in the sky almost all of their lives.

She turned around abruptly shouting groggily, "What the fuck do you want?!" The sound of her voice making her aware that she had barely drunk anything since she left camp Jaha which left her throat dry and sore.

A mountain of a man stepped out from behind a tree, she recognised him as one of Lexas personal guards. Unlike most grounders, he did not have a beard and had no visible tattoos, making him look rather friendly despite his intimidating size. He looked as if he could not be more that three years older than herself. But Clarke immediately pulled out her gun and pointed it between his eyes before he even had a chance to say anything.

"Did Lexa send you?" Clarke growled.

"Heda requested that I gave you some water and food before you die from starvation," the grounder stated seemingly confident for someone with a loaded gun pointed at their head.

Of course Lexa knew where she was. She was wondering around on her land after all. "You can tell your commander," Clarke spitted out the title like poison, "that she can stuff her food up her ass." Her stomach rumbled after she said it, telling her that she should accept the food, but she did not want to receive Lexas help. Clarke was determined to survive on her own.

The large, muscly man looked at her with a questioning look, seeing that she obviously starving. He took a few steps forward going to place the supplies in front of Clarke. She kept her gun trained on his head as he placed the food down and then disappeared back into the trees without a word. Clarke stood there confused, gun still in her hand looking at where he had disappeared to.

After the grounder did not return after a few minutes, Clarke decided to set up camp for the night, even though she knew that she would not be sleeping as the dead plagued her dreams, or rather nightmares. Every time she had manage to fall asleep she would wake up in sweats screaming.

Just as she lay down, to get some rest. The grounder came back into the clearing carrying firewood. He walked over to where Clarke was and started to build a fire without a word.