Two Commanders

It was two weeks after Detective Clarke Griffin’s funeral when the reports had started rolling in. there was word of a new gang boss hunting in the streets of D.C. The only thing Bellamy and the task force knew was a name and a vague description. Wanheda. A woman with blood red hair and it was rumored that she dyed it with the blood of her victims. Lexa had taken the night off from D.J.ing at Polis. It had been a long two weeks. Lexa strode around the warehouses she used as a base of operations.

“She has to be around here somewhere…” The Commander muttered to herself. She’d had Gustus and Roan out searching for the better part of a week. Her scouts had picked up and brought back reports of dead Mountain men left and right. It was the report she’d received that day that had caused her to take the night off from the club.

“Heda.” An out of breath scout had hurried into the throne room and fallen to his knees in front of where Lexa sat.

“Sha. Speak true Fio.” Lexa nodded, watching him.

“Wanheda… Heda, she is worn and injured. She is still fast but I fear for her.” The scout told her. Lexa paused, hiding her concern.

“Where is she?” Lexa asked impassively.

“I lost her just past building five. I’m sorry.” The man bowed his head, waiting for a punishment. He looked up when none came.

“Leave me. Rest now, you’ve done well.” Lexa nodded. Fio had nodded too and left the room.

It was then that Lexa had called Anya to tell her to have Raven fill in for her. Lexa continued her search with a bag over her shoulder. A flash of red to her left quickly spun Lexa around. She heard a pained grunt and a soft whining noise down an alleyway in the direction she faced. Slowly, Lexa moved toward the source of the noise. Halfway down the alley, Lexa found a knife to her neck and an angry pair of blue eyes.

“Clarke…” Lexa whispered, freezing. There was no response.

“Clarke… I…I never meant to turn you into this…” Lexa said softly. All she got to that was a growl and then the knife was gone and so was Wanheda. She heard a grunt and more pained whimpering further down the alley way and continued on, finding Clarke slumped against a wall. The knife was still in her hand, but it was held over a bloody wound in her belly.

“Clarke…” Lexa sighed, slowly inching closer. Clarke growled as Lexa got closer. Lexa stopped and crouched, pulling a round loaf of bread from the bag on her shoulder. She tossed it and it landed easily in the wounded girl’s lap.

“I don’t need it, I can take care of myself.” Wanheda snarled.

“You can hardly move now. You’re hurt. Eat.” Lexa said calmly, waiting. There was another growl but the girl tore into the loaf and devoured it in just under two minutes. Lexa tossed her a bottle of water next, daring to move closer.

“Drink.”m Lexa said firmly as Wanheda opened her mouth to protest. The water was gone too.

“You’re hurt… Let me help you…” Lexa pleaded. Wanheda shook her head.

“I have to… I have to finish… The mountain must fall…” Wanheda panted. Her eyes felt heavy. Lexa waited patiently.

“What… What did you…?” Clarke demanded, slumping to the side, she could feel her eyes closing.

“I’m going to help you… I love you Clarke…” Lexa purred, now moving close enough to scoop the barely conscious warrior up in her strong arms. Lexa moved carefully, warry of the wound Clarke bore. Her lover was unconscious by the time Lexa got her back to the throne room.

“Lincoln! Nyko!” Lexa called out, cradling Clarke’s limp form gently. The two men rushed into the throne room.

“Set her on the table and get her furs off so I can see the damage.” Nyko instructed. He was built like Gustus but with lighter eyes. Lexa did as he said and laid Clarke down on the empty table at the center of the room. She gently pulled off the furs Clarke wore over her clothes and then the leathers she wore, leaving the unconscious girl in only a bra and boy shorts. It pained Lexa to see how thin the girl was, she could almost count every one of Clarke’s ribs. Blood still oozed from the injury on her belly, which turned out to be two. A gunshot and a deep gash running over it.

“There’s no exit wound.” Lincoln said softly. Nyko nodded.

“It’s still inside. I have to get it out before I can stitch up the gash.” Nyko told Lexa. Lexa nodded moved to tie Clarke’s legs to the legs of the table. She moved around the table to do the same to the girl’s arms just in case she came too before they were done. Nyko and Lincoln worked on Clarke wounds for the better part of two hours before stitching her up and having Lexa help them wrap Clarke’s belly with gauze.

“She’s warm… She has a fever… She needs food and rest.” Lincoln told Lexa softly once they were done. He handed her a bottle of liquid painkiller, instructing her to give Clarke a table spoon once she put her in bed and then after that every four hours. Lexa nodded and watched him leave. She untied Clarke and gently picked her up, carrying them to her bed chambers. She wished she could’ve brought Clarke to Abby, but they couldn’t. Abby thought her daughter was dead. They needed everyone to think she was dead for the plan to work. Lexa laid Clarke down and measured out the medicine, pretty much forcing it down the sleeping girl’s throat before retreating to the bathroom. She changed into night clothes and then dampened a rag to wipe the remaining blood and grime off of Clarke. She did a pretty good job and when she was satisfied, Lexa laid down next to Clarke, pulling the girl into her arms and tucking them under the covers. She’d dose off every now and again but was sure to give Clarke her medicine every four hours.

Lexa woke up to a groaning sound. She opened her eyes and watched Clarke closely. The girl had been increasingly restless in the past few hours and Lexa was waiting for the sleeping drugs to finish working their way out of Clarke’s system.