Chapter 16
She tried to turn to her back on the bed, but terrible pain in her limbs interrupted her and she fell down with a groan. It was not the first time she woke up in a bed that wasn't hers, aching from the night activities, but this time was different. Her body ached, but not in a pleasant way. She opened her eyes and saw a plain white wall. She turned around on the bed and noticed she was in a small room without any furniture. She sat down and saw there wasn't even a window and the floor was made from concrete. She had a vague feeling she knew who kidnapped her and locked her up in that room.
And to assure her in her statement the door to her cell opened and Finn walked in with devilish smirk on his face. Clarke instantly felt disgusted and he didn't even started talking to her. He just stared at her and after few second he nodded to one of his goons and the man dragged her out of the room. He took her to another room - this time little darker and with chair instead of bed. He forced her to sit on the chair and tied her to it. Then he stood next to the door and seemd to wait for something.
"Hi there. How are you?" She tried to start conversation, but he didn't look at her. "Okay, you're not very talkative, are you?" She said quietly more to herself than to him. "Nice suit. Was it expensive?" She tried again and before she could realise, she was gagged and he was standing again next to the door, this time smirking.
After few minutes, what felt like eternity, Finn finally came back to the room. He pulled the gag out of her mouth and she winced at the taste it left in her mouth.
"Clarke, honey, how are you? I'm sorry I didn't call you, but I was busy."
"Busy with what?"
"I was busy with looking for a perfect house with a big basement so I could keep you here, and a huge garden, too. So they could look for your body forever." He finished and flashed her brilliant smile. She was less than thrilled after hearing this.
"Um, okay. What do you want from me?"
"I just told you."
"No, you didn't. You said something about looking for a house with basement and garden."
"It's a part of my plan!"
"What plan? Plan of living here?"
"Oh my god, shut up! I want to kill you!" He yelled pacing in fron of her and Clarke only rolled her eyes.
"You couldn't hurt a fly, how do you want to kill me?"
"I don't know yet. But first I want you to hurt."
"Oh, okay. I'm hurting right now, these ties are too tight, can I go now?"
"Shut up! You're ruining everything!"
"I am ruining everything? You had to sell drugs because you were too dumb to find a normal job!" She exclaimed scowling at him. "And don't think I forgot about these two girls in your bed after you said you were sick and didn't want to go to the restaurant on your birthday."
"Shut up! You're annoying, do you want me to kill you earlier?"
"If that means I won't have to look at you face, then yes, please kill me now."
"Oh god, you're horrible."
"I know. Only for you." She smiled sweetly to him. "Oh, and where did you get that rag? It tastes like you soaked it in fuel. Ew."
"Shut the fuck up, Clarke! You were supposed to be scared, not annoying the shit out of me." He scowled and looked at the man at the door. "You know, Quint? Maybe she'll be good girl when you'll invite her friend here?"
The man, Quint, nodded in understanding before leaving the room. Clarke wanted to irritate Finn more, but when she opened her mouth, he only pulled the knife out of his pocket and touched her face with it.
"Don't." He said through his teeth and she sighed.
"Okay, damn. I wanted to have a nice conversation with my ex boyfriend. Geez."
"We will have a nice conversation. But later. Now, I want to talk to your beautiful friend."
"You know, that's so rude. First, you wanted to get back to me, like a week ago and now you want to talk to my friend? Your chances are below zero now."
She wanted to add some low blows to it, but she was interrupted by Quint with a black bag on his shoulder. He threw the bag and something- someone in the bag grunted in response. Then he opened it and that person in the bag turned out to be Lexa. But she looked different than last time Clarke has seen her. Her clothes were ripped and stained with oil. Her skin was peeled off in some places only to reveal plastic and cables beneath it. From what Clarke could see from the chair, Lexa couldn't move her legs and uselessly tried to lean on her arms to get up. Her nails were clawing at the concrete floor, only to leave there angry marks and after few tries the robot gave up her efforts.
"You sick fuck, what did you do?" Clarke yelled at Finn who only stood there, smirking. He ignored blonde's insults and crouched next to the brunette, who glared at him from the floor.
"I did nothing." He said, especially emphasising the word I. "On the other hand, Niylah did a lot. You know, your friend here is a hella good creation. When I first saw her I almost got fooled. But then I started watching. First, where's her birth certificate, school diplomas, anything? Secondly, who normal can read about two hundred book of various sizes in two weeks? I've got friends who like to read in prison, but that? Impossible. And then I notices an article about a girl who stopped the car. With her bare hand, only to save a stupid dog." He stood up only to kick Lexa and turned to leave the room. "As I said, Clarke. I want to hurt you and then kill you. First I wanted to hurt your body, but after I saw how you look qt her, I think I'll hurt your mind more. Say goodbye to your lovely friend. It's highly doubtful you'll se her again."
When Finn left, Clarke started throwing herself on the chair and pulling the rope one her wrists, trying to free herself, but with no avail. It pained her to see Lexa in that state. She knew the brunette couldn't feel, she was a robot after all, but she expexted her to be more human than anyone thought, and even Lexa could be hurt. She didn't notice she was crying until the brunette asked her to stop.
"Clarke, please, don't cry." She whispered too quiet to anyone to hear, but Clarke somewhat could hear her. "I'm sorry."
"Don't say that, it's not your fault."
"It is. I shouldn't leave you there." She groaned as she turned to her back. "I shouldn't tell you about how I feel. I should be a good android and pretend I don't feel. I should be better."
"No, stop that. It's my fault and you know that. I could've stopped people from interrupting us. We could've talked like normal people and everything would be okay. God, I'm an artist, people pay me a lot of money, I could've hired dozen of bodyguards." She cried.
"It's okay, Clarke. We can't blame ourselves. Not now. It is too late to change anything."
"Maybe it's not. You were made to protect me, you have work to do, you know?"
"And how do I do that? As you can see, half of my body doesn't work."
"And other half is in perfect shape. God, your whole body is perfect, I believe in you and you can kick their asses into space."
"Clarke, I can't do that."
"I know you can. I taught you to be human, and you know what people do good? They fight. And they don't give up."
"Clarke."
"Lexa."
"Clarke."
"Lexa."
"Okay."
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When Finn came back into the room he didn't expect Lexa to sit straight with her back to the wall and Clarke looking at her like she brought the stars to the night sky. When he was staring at these two, Niylah pushed the shopcart filled with various weapons into the room and closed the door. She wasn't paying attention to anything, so she didn't notice how Clarke looked at Lexa and how Lexa tried to ingore everything and focus gathering strength.
"So. I hope you said goodbye to your girlfriend, because after our game, you won't find many words to say." She twirled hunting knife between her fingers and approached Clarke. "Well, our beloved Lexa already looks like she was hit by a truck, so it is only fair to make you look as good as her." She spiked the knife into Clarke's thigh and the blonde didn't even groan quietly. Niylah's eyes widened and she rammed the knife one again in her leg. This time only response she got, was a small whine from the back of Clarke's throat.
"Goddamnit, what the fuck." She muttered and pulled the knife out of her leg looking at it like it was broken. "You know, you can scream, I'm sure she won't mind."
But Clarke only laughed humourlessly.
"She doesn't care." She looked at Niylah with tears in her eyes and then she looked back at Lexa. "It's okay. Take your time." She smiled through the tears and Niylah took bigger knife from the cart.
"Well, okay, this is weirdly sappy, so shut up." Finn said from his place next to the door where he tried not to look at the blood gathering at Clarke's feet. He almost threw up when Niylah raised the knife above her head to finally kill the blonde and closed his eyes, but after few silent second he opened his eyes and saw Lexa standing above Niylah's body with bloodied knife in her hand. After that he vomited. And after that, he fainted. What a drug lord, indeed.
Then the brunette freed Clarke and turned to Finn to kill him, but Clarke had stopped her.
"I want him rot in jail." She whispered to Lexa's ear and she easily complied, because one dead psycho was enough for her. The knife slipped out of her hand while Clarke was looking for a phone in Finn's pockets. The blonde called Raven when they were looking for exit from the basement and even Lexa could hear Raven's excited scream.
"That bitch finally got what she deserved!"
Before they went throught the mansion's front door, Clarke pulled Lexa into tight hug and they stood there for a while.
"I love you." The blonde quietly whispered to her ear before stepping towards the door. Raven was already waiting for them and wanted to kill Finn herself when she saw what happened to Lexa.
"Ah, I guess I can fix you." She said later to the robot. "And you know, if Clarke could borrow us some money, I could use some better parts so you wouldn't need constant repairs." She said the last sentence especially loudly for Clarke to hear and the blonde only snorted in response.
"You know all you have to do is ask nicely?"
"Oh shush."
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"I don't know how you could think I didn't feel the same way." Clarke sighed as Lexa wrapped her leg with bandages and pulled her into hug immediately when she finished. "Raven didn't tell you anything?"
"She did. But she's Raven. I couldn't believe her."
"I guess you're right.
"So that means we can go on a date?"
"Sure. But I'd rather wait few days, I don't think I can walk with that leg."
"That's okay. We can wait." Lexa said and snuggled closer to Clarke. "Oh, I forgot about something."
"Mm?" Clarke mumbled sleepily.
"I love you too."
And they lived happily ever after.
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"Hey wait, you really want to say you killed Niylah?"
"No." Lexa sheepishly smiled and leaned her forehead into Clarke's shoulder wraping her arms around her girlfriend.
"Hey, this story was supposed to be as close to the truth as possible! It was part of the bet!" Bellamy argued and Clarke only chuckled.
"Well, you seemed rather happy she made a robot out of herself in this story." She said as she turned around on Lexa's lap to wrap her arms around her shoulder and give her a kiss.
"Yeah, because she's almost as badass in real life, so it wasn't a big deal." He shrugged and Octavia nodded in agreement.
"Hey, I thought it was a bet about who would tell a better story about how the two of them have met, not about details?" Lincoln asked from where ha was sitting beside Octavia.
"Right. There was little angst, dorkiness and happy ending, so I agree it was good story. And it's not far from true. Clarke really taught Lexa how to be a human." Raven laughed from her seat and earned a pillow into her face from glaring Lexa.
"As long as they're happy in every story, they can even make themselves pirates or squids in the ocean."
All Lexa and Clarke's friends nodded their heads. They really loved stories about these two as long as they were happy ones. And really, no one would think about telling a sad story, because they'd be kicked out of the room immediately because there's no sad stories about soulmates.
Every one story has to have a happy ending.