When We Meet Again (The 100 Season 6 Clexa fanfic)

Chapter 5: Reborn

"Clarke, your attention to detail is astonishing. It is clear you have an artistic gift," Sierra commented as she observed the completed design.

To Clarke, it would never be perfect. But, she had to admit, the likeness to Lexa was incredible. Whether that was owing to her abilities as an artist or the advanced technology, she wasn't sure. Clarke was sure, however, that recreating Lexa on this device had been the closest she'd felt to her in years.

She had spent three hours down here staring at the screen before Sierra had returned. Her behind was sore, her back was aching, yet her heart was beating louder than it had in what seemed like forever, screaming to be reunited with its other half.

Sierra swiped a finger across the screen, rotating Lexa's figure. "Well, if this is anything to go by, then she is very beautiful."

If she were being honest, Clarke felt a little uncomfortable that Sierra was essentially staring at Lexa's naked body. Even so, she smiled at the observation, extending her own fingers to zoom in on Lexa's face. "She is." Clarke dropped her gaze. "She was."

Sierra placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Fear not, Clarke. I come bearing good news."

A tingle danced along Clarke's spine as she shot to her feet, the chair scraping against the tiled floor. "Tell me."

"I think it would be easier to show you."

Clarke watched with curious eyes as Sierra slid her hand into a near-invisible pocket in her suit, then pulled out what looked like an A.I. chip. Not the chip, not the Flame, but this resembled it enough for Clarke to know straight away what it was.

"I know it doesn't appear exactly like the original, but it will work just the same. Well, almost the same. I'm hoping that since there is no spirit in the host, Lexa's spirit will be able to merge with the host's brain and adopt the body as her own."

"I don't understand. How did you possibly create it so quickly?" Clarke asked.

Sierra huffed a sound that could have been a laugh, but was too brief to tell. "You were in there for three hours, Clarke. I had more than enough time. Besides, have you not already discovered the miracles of which our technology is capable?"

The slight arrogance in Sierra's tone made Clarke bristle, but she shoved the aggravating sensation aside. "So what now?"

"Now, I upload the design to the host. The new A.I. will be inserted once the host has matured fully, so we don't risk interrupting the growth process."

Sierra strode over to the peculiar glass cage in the centre of the room, placing her hand upon one of the panels. "The creation chamber is where the body will be developed. In the fluid within the chamber, to be more precise. You may watch if you would like, although I doubt you will be able to see much."

Clarke nodded. "I think I'll stay here."

"Of course," Sierra said with a smile, removing her hand from the glass. "How old was Lexa, may I ask?"

Clarke was taken aback by the question, her brows furrowing as she dug into her memory. "I don't know exactly. It's...I guess it's just something that we never talked about. But I know she was a few years older than me."

"And how long ago did you lose her?"

Clarke swallowed audibly. "Six years, give or take. But that's not including the cryo nap."

Nodding, Sierra replied, "Would you like her to be the same age as you are now, or as she was when she died?"

It was a simple enough question, a small matter in the grand scheme of things. She knew that if Lexa was made to be age she was when she died, Clarke would only be a few years older than her anyway. "Lexa was around 20-22 when she died. It would probably be better if she felt the same when when she wakes up."