Life Is About More Than Just Surviving • | Clexa AU | (in editing)

Chapter 5

  Clarke's POV

   "Clarke?" Lexa came over the private channel on the radio. "What is it, I'm busy," she asked. "Oh, nevermind then. I wanted to come over there and talk with you about our people and possibly a negotiation, but if you're busy, I'll ask another time." Lexa said. "I'm sorry, I just sent out 12 people to gather supplies, I have my hands full watching traffic cameras and talking to them, I have to go," Clarke said quickly. Before Lexa said anything, she put the walkie down and turned to the cameras, watching the group's every move. All of a sudden, Clarke watched as another truck was coming up the street they were about to turn on to. "Everyone stop! Shut your cars off and get the fuck down! Get your guns ready just in case. There's another truck approaching you," Clarke practically screamed into the walkie. She watched as the cars immediately stopped and everyone in them practically disappeared because they were hiding. "Stay there," Clarke said panting. "Clarke, our guns are in the trunks of the cars, the only things we have are knives," Bellamy whispered into the walkie. Shit. Clarke thought to herself. She watched as the red truck approached and came to a stop. A man slowly stepped out of it, with black hair and pale skin. He was wearing a suit, too formal for this world. Clarke watched as the man began to talk, obviously knowing they were there. "What is he saying?" Clarke asked in a panicked tone. "He's asking us to surrender and-" Bellamy's voice stopped. She watched as another man got out of the car and pointed something straight in the direction of the camera Clarke was looking through. Then, the screen went black. "No, no no no no no, this can't be happening!" Clarke screamed. She took the walkie in her hands and shoved it against her own face. "BELLAMY! BELLAMY!" Clarke shouted into the thing. There were no other traffic cameras for her to check, and she realized the place they stopped at was right in front of the prison.

     "Lexa!" Clarke yelled through the walkie. "What, are you okay?" Lexa asked, panicked. "I'm fine but I need you to look outside right now and tell me if there are people there. I just sent 12 of my people out to find supplies and the people in the red truck stopped them and shot the camera I was looking through and it seems as if they cut the communications between us," Clarke said. The radio was silent until Lexa's voice came over moments later, sounding panicked. "There are four trucks, one of them being the red one. They're taking them!" Lexa said. The radio went silent for the next 20 minutes, and Clarke almost ran out of hope. What is happening? Then, she heard Lexa's voice over the walkie. "Clarke, I tried. I sent my men after the trucks, and we have an idea of where they're at, but we can't be sure. I'm sorry Clarke," was all Lexa said. "Where?" she asked. "It's pretty much a huge factory that was built and then never used, I guess they just took it over," Lexa said. Clarke couldn't help it, she started to cry. "Are you there?" Lexa asked. Clarke clicked the button and let out a muffled, "Yeah," Lexa could tell she was crying and felt bad she couldn't be there for her. "It's gonna be okay, we will get them back," Lexa said trying to comfort Clarke. "I'm coming over, and we're going to find a way to get them back," Lexa said and the line went silent. 

     Almost not even 10 minutes later, Clarke saw Lexa pull up alone in a black truck. Clarke went down to the first floor and the garage door opened slowly, and Lexa pulled in. "Hey," was all Clarke could get out. Lexa got out of the truck and walked over to Clarke. She hesitated at first, but soon pulled Clarke into a hug and let her cry on her shoulder. Clarke felt safe in her arms and soon calmed down a little bit. Lexa rubbed Clarke's back and just kept telling her they were all going to be okay. It seemed to work, and Clarke lead Lexa to her bedroom on the 5th floor. "This place is amazing," Lexa said in awe. Clarke just smiled and opened the door to her room. Clarke went and sat on the bed while Lexa just looked around for a moment. "So what are we gonna do?" Clarke asked. "I'm not sure yet, and that's the reason I'm here," Lexa laughed sitting down on the bed next to Clarke. Lexa noticed the sketch pad on her side table. "What's that?" Lexa asked. Clarke sat up and handed the sketch pad to Lexa, forgetting what she had drawn in there. "Some of my drawings," Clarke practically hummed inching closer to Lexa to see better. Or to just be close to her. Lexa slowly opened the sketchbook, the first page containing a sunset, the next a sunrise. The combination of colors and just the way they blended together, it was like you could actually see it as if it were actually there. The next few pages contained pictures of the forest and the stars in the sky. "You like space?" Lexa asked looking at Clarke. "Of course, I've always wanted to go there, but for a good reason," "And that is?" Lexa asked. "My dad used to work for NASA before he passed. He had been to space once, and he said it was amazing seeing the Earth from space in all of its glorious beauty," Clarke said. "I think I could settle for looking at you-your drawings," Lexa said.

     Clarke looked at Lexa, showing she obviously knew what Lexa was actually trying to say. Lexa liked her. Hell, she might be in love with her. And Clarke felt the same way. Lexa flipped the page to reveal an almost exact copy of one of her eyes, with the forest green shade, and she instantly knew they were hers. "Clarke," she said looking at the girl. Before Lexa could say anything else, Clarke pressed her lips gently against Lexa's, taking in the softness of her lips. At this moment, neither could use words to describe how happy they felt. Clarke was shaking and felt something she's never felt before, deep down. It was as if they were the only ones left on Earth, nothing could harm them, ever. Clarke broke the kiss and realized something. Boyfriend. "Shit," she said quietly. "Did I do something wrong?" Lexa asks in a worried tone. "No, I just remembered I have a boyfriend if that's even what you'd call him. He hardly pays attention to me and is always with other girls, I guess I was depressed and needed to drink all the time to keep my mind off of it, but now I have you," Clarke said in a gentle tone, smiling at Lexa. Suddenly, a voice came through Lexa's radio. "Hey Lexa, we've got 12 of them, the deal is more than done," the mysterious voice said. But Clarke knew. "My people..." Clarke trailed off. "Clarke, let me explain," Lexa begged. "You knew, YOU KNEW! You knew they were coming to take my people. I thought I could trust you. I thought I loved you," Clarke's voice started to break, and she could almost feel her heart breaking in half. She could see the hurt on Lexa's face but built up the courage to say a few more words. "You let my people go with them, you're just gonna let everyone die just like that," Clarke breathed. "Not everyone, not you." Clarke could hear Lexa's voice breaking, causing her heart to break a little more, but she was filled with anger and rage. "Get the fuck out. Never come back again, never speak to me again," Clarke said with her voice on the verge of gone. Her eyes had begun to get red and puffy as tears flowed down her cheeks. Lexa tried to say something, but Clarke stopped her. "Get the fuck out now!" Clarke yelled at the brunette. As she turned to leave, Clarke saw a single tear run down her cheek.