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

Chapter 16: More Time

*** I highly recommend listening to Already Gone by Sleeping At Last if you want a good cry while reading this chapter.

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As Lexa sank to the ground, so too did Clarke's heart.

"LEXA!" she roared, though the girl remained unresponsive.

Undiluted terror had Clarke struggling to breath. The world became filtered in black and white, the only thing in colour being the love of her life, dying at her feet.

It wasn't the fact that Lexa was unconscious that scared Clarke. No—it was the blood now dripping out of her mouth, the relentless spasming that had Lexa's body bending at unnatural angles.

Distantly, she was aware of someone yelling for her mother, for Jackson, for anyone who could help. But not even Clarke knew what was wrong, and she had been with Lexa the entire time.

This was all her fault. She sensed something had been off. She was so stupid to think nothing of it. Her ignorance could cost Lexa her life, and Clarke wasn't sure if she could survive losing her again. If she would even want to.

With everything that she had, she pulled on that invisible tether that connected her to Lexa, called to her with a soundless voice, willing Lexa to come back to her.

An eyelid fluttered. The spasming softened.

Clarke's hands dug into Lexa's hair. "Come back to me. Your fight is not over." Her words were a growl, laced with an animalistic intensity that had the others keeping their distance.

Lexa's lips, smeared with blood, closed. Then, they opened again. Alongside her eyes.

The sob that Clarke let out could have split the world in two.

Those green eyes, usually so full of life and hidden love, looked bloodshot and sorrowful. This was the only time Clarke could ever recall seeing Lexa look not just wounded, but fundamentally broken.

"C—Clar—Clarke..." Her words were interrupted with gurgling sounds as Lexa struggled not to choke on her own blood. Clarke rotated her gently, turning her onto her side.

"I'm here, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm s—so sor—sorry."

"What's wrong? What's happening?"

Lexa broke eye contact as she glanced down at her mouth, at the red blood trickling out of it.

That's when Clarke realised what Lexa was trying to tell her, something that she should have realised long ago. And as Clarke spoke the words, her heart began to crumble altogether. "It's your blood. The chip is rejecting your body because of the blood."

The look in Lexa's eyes was all the confirmation she needed.

Footsteps sounded up the hill, followed by a voice that Clarke recognised immediately.

"We're here, what's wrong—" Abby cut herself off as she beheld the body sprawled at her daughter's feet. "Clarke, what on earth..."

"Earth isn't the cause of this. It's me. It's my fault. It's always my fault." An indescribable pain lanced through Clarke's chest, spearing directly towards her fragile heart. Tears cascaded freely over her colourless cheeks.

Madi said what Clarke was unable to. "The 'how' of it all isn't important. The only thing that matters is that she has a version of the Flame in her mind, but she's not a nightblood, so it's rejecting her body."

Abby replied, "If that were true, she would have died long ago, when the Flame was first bonding with her mind."

"It's not the Flame, though. It's different. So...I don't know, maybe it took longer to take effect."

Clarke barely heard their conversation. All she could hear was the breaths leaving Lexa's frail body, each one threatening to be her last.

"Wait. That's it! I'm so stupid for not thinking of it sooner!" Madi yelled.

Madi bent down beside Clarke and rested a hand on Lexa's shoulder, but her gaze was dead set on Clarke's face. "Clarke, you can change her with your blood. You can turn her into a natblida, just like you did with yourself."

Clarke's eyes finally left Lexa and swept to her daughter.

"You can save her," Madi added.

With Lexa in her current condition, she might not even survive the transition. But they had to try. Anything was better than just sitting here, watching the life drain from Lexa's body. "Okay. Okay, but we need to do it now. And fast."

Abby chimed in again. "She's too weak to move."

Clarke shot her mother a poisonous glare at the words.

"So," she amended, "I'll go back to the ship and get the equipment. You stay here and keep her breathing." Abby and Jackson set a quick pace for the ship, but still, Clarke wanted to scream at them to just go faster.

"C—Clarke..." Clarke brushed bits of bloodied hair away from Lexa's face.

"Shhh, don't try to speak. Just stay with me."

For all her stuttering, Lexa's next words came out too clear for Clarke's liking. "We've already had more time than we were meant to. You need to let me go."

"Bullshit. What about Madi, huh? She needs you, too. We both need you. So, just stay, I'm begging you...Don't make me say goodbye to you again," Clarke pleaded.

But Clarke feared time had already run out, as Lexa stopped trembling all together, and a blank look fell over her face.

"No...not again..." Clarke prayed.

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