Two Commanders

Lexa watched and waited as blue eyes opened slowly, at first filled with the fog of sleep but then becoming brighter and confused as the blonde began to become conscious. Clarke tried to push herself to sit up but instantly mewled in distress as she agitated her stitches, she was still as weak as a kitten. Lexa reacted instantly and helped Clarke sit up, keeping an arm around her as she let the girl have time to process.

“L-Lex…” Clarke croaked sleepily.

“I’m here, ai niron.” My love. Lexa soothes. Out of habit, Clarke rested her head on Lexa’s shoulder and Lexa kissed her hair.

“You were hurt… What happened Clarke..?” Lexa asked softly, tracing meaningless patterns into the skin of Clarke’s shoulder.

“The Maunon don’t go down without a fight… One got lucky for a second before I got him… Ran us to the police… They were less than helpful.” Clarke murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Lexa’s neck.

“You’re safe now… I’m here… Let me help you… You don’t have to fight this alone Clarke… I won’t leave your side this time.” Lexa begged gently. She felt Clarke shake her head.

“My fight Lex…” Clarke sighed softly. She could feel her strength leaving her again.

“Rest Clarke… Sleep ai niron… Stay with me little longer…” Lexa pleaded. She felt a weak nod and smiled, laying them back down again. She got Clarke to drink the next dose of her medicine and laid with the blonde, waiting for her to wake up again, refusing to be disturbed by anyone. Clarke stayed asleep for a long time. Nyko said it was exhaustion and malnutrition. In its weakened state, Clarke’s body used more energy for things which tired her out quicker. Lexa was patient. She gave Clarke her medicine and spoke softly to her when she seemed to be having an unpleasant dream and squirmed under the blankets. Nyko and Lincoln came in every so often to check on Clarke and Lexa.

“How is she?” A voice asked from the door way. Lexa looked up and saw Anya leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. Lexa checked on Clarke before slowly rising from the bed and quietly padding across the room to hug her sister.

“She needs more rest but she’s ok… She’s ok Ann..” Lexa replied softly, her grip on the older girl tightening as quiet sobs shook her. Anya wrapped her arms tighter around Lexa.

“You’re ok Lex. She’s ok. It’s alright. Keep her close.” Anya soothed. She felt Lexa nod and pulled away. Lexa went back to the bed, laying back down next to Clarke. Anya watched the two for a few more minutes before leaving. Indra owed her twenty bucks.

Lexa didn’t remember falling asleep, but woke up alone. She instantly searched for Clarke, becoming more and more panicked when the blonde was nowhere to be found. Anya and Clarke found Lexa in the thick of a bad panic attack when they entered the room. Anya instantly pulled Lexa into her arms and began trying to comfort her.

“An-Anya… Cl-Cl-Clarke… She’s…” Lexa gasped, having not seen Clarke come in behind Anya.

“No no no. No words, just breathe. She’s right here, Clarke’s ok Lex.” Anya soothed as Clarke came and hugged Lexa from the other side.

“I’m here. I’m sorry. You’re ok. You need to breathe Lexa.” Clarke promised, keeping Lexa sandwiched between her chest and Anya’s. Lexa slowly calmed down and they held her until her breathing had slowed to match theirs.

“There you go Lex.” Anya praised, pulling away from Lexa. Lexa spun around and pulled Clarke close to her, taking care to be careful of the girl’s stitches. She felt Clarke hug her back and nuzzled into the now clean blonde curls.

“I’m sorry…” Lexa mumbled.

“It’s ok. You’re ok. I won’t leave. Not yet.” Clarke promised, slowly leading Lexa back to the bed. They curled up together again and Lexa waited for Clarke to fall back asleep before daring to close her eyes again.

Lexa was woken again by Nyko, who was able to convince her to take a shower while he tended to Clarke. When Lexa returned, Clarke was sitting up against the head board talking to Lincoln about Octavia. The two had been dating for a while now. Octavia and Raven were among those who didn’t know of Clarke’s survival.

“She misses you Clarke… It’s painful to watch and not be able to tell her the truth.” Lincoln admitted gently.

“I miss her too… And Raven… But this has to work… It has to.” Clarke replied sadly. Lexa came and sat next to her on the bed.

“I have to work tonight…” She began softly.

“Can I come..?” Clarke asked, hopefully.

“You need to rest more. When you’ve healed more, I’ll bring you with me.” Lexa promised. Clarke nodded and curled up under the blankets.

Clarke’s wounds were healing quickly and after a week Lexa decided Clarke was well enough to go back to Polis with her.

“You can’t be in the club, but Anya set up this new thing called the V.I.P. booth and it’s on a balcony above the dance floor. You can still see the D.J. rig from up there and it’s usually only Anya and Indra up there.” Lexa told her as Gustus drove them to the club around 5 p.m. Clarke had been excited all day since Lexa had told her she could come tonight. Gustus dropped them off and headed over to Grounders to help the staff deal with some problem that had come up the day before. Lexa led them inside and helped Clarke up the spiral stairs behind the bar. Lincoln greeted them cheerfully before going down the stairs to started setting up the bar. Lexa led Clarke to Lexa’s room and sat her on the bed while she got ready to D.J.

Clarke watched as Lexa picked her outfit, offering suggestions as she watched. Lexa’s outfit for the night was one Clarke had never seen her wear. It was a light brown pair of cargo pants and a sky blue tank top.

“I’ve never seen you wear blue.” Clarke told her. Lexa grinned.

“Blue was never really my color until I met you.” The D.J. shrugged.

“You sap.” Clarke giggled. Lexa let Clarke help her do her Commander mask and let Clarke braid her hair, this time fastening off the end of each braid with a gold colored bead. Lexa finished off the look by donning her sword and fastening the sheath between her shoulders, a thick black leather strap cut diagonally across her torso to hole it in place. Once she was sure the sheath was in place, she set the sword back in it and turned to Clarke.

“Ready?” She asked. Clarke nodded, letting Lexa lead her to the balcony overlooking the club. Anya and Indra sat curled up on one of the couches closest to the door, letting Clarke have free reign of where she sat. Clarke chose the couch closest to the edge of the balcony, with the best view of the D.J. set up that Lexa was now hooking her laptop up to. About ten minutes later, Ryder opened the doors and the club filled with people. Lexa easily got the crowd going, bouncing exuberantly behind her set up. Clarke couldn’t help but smile while she watched. She didn’t miss the glances Lexa sent her way every so often. Lincoln came up and offered the three drinks after an hour or so. Anya ordered some fancy looking martini and Indra opted for a spacewalk. Clarke decided that she wanted to have fun tonight and ordered a thousand. Lincoln looked at her surprised but made no attempt to sway her choice and disappeared back down to the bar to make their drinks.

Clarke saw him talk to Octavia who sat next to the bar. Lincoln returned not long later and distributed the alcohol before leaving again. Clarke easily knocked back her drink, relishing in the burn it left on the way down. She felt the buzz kick in quickly and went back to watching Lexa. When Lincoln came back a third time to collect the glasses, Clarke ordered another thousand, ignoring the look he gave her before he left again. Lincoln brought her the second drink and left as she knocked back half of it. Clarke easily finished the second thousand and made herself more comfortable on the couch. When she looked back at the D.J. rig, Lexa was nowhere to be seen and Raven had taken over. Clarke sluggishly scanned the bar for her and didn’t see her there either. She tried to stand but her body rebelled. Clarke would’ve found herself on the floor if strong arms hadn’t caught her and scooped her up. Lexa cradled Clarke against her chest, making a mental note to thank Lincoln for telling her that Clarke had decided that two thousands was a good idea.

“Hey there beautiful.” Lexa purred.

“Hello yourself, Commander.” Clarke giggled as Lexa sat them back down on a couch. This one was further back than the one Clarke had been sitting on before.

“What’re you doing up here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Clarke slurred, cuddling closer to Lexa.

“I was but then someone decided to tell me that my beautiful girlfriend had downed two thousands like a champ.” Lexa told her with a smirk.

“Beautiful girlfriend? Who’s that?” Clarke asked, the alcohol hitting her full force now.

“That’s you pretty girl.” Lexa told her, tapping her on the tip of the nose.

“Me? Das not me. I’m just Clarke.” Clarke shook her head. Lexa looked at her surprised.

“You’re so much more than ‘just Clarke’, ai niron.” Lexa promised.

“Mkay…” Clarke yawned.

“I think it’s time for bed.” Lexa told her, standing and lifting Clarke with her. Clarke was out like a light by the time Lexa got back to her room. Lexa checked her wounds before changing Clarke into a pair of pajamas and tucking her into the bed. She pressed a gentle kiss to Clarke’s forehead and closed the door, returning to her rig to relieve Raven.

“Everything ok?” Raven asked as she moved away.

“Yeah. Anya and Indra needed me for a few minutes. No biggie. Thanks Rae.” Lexa lied, brushing it off. Raven nodded and went to rejoin Octavia by the bar. The rest of the night went without incident and Lexa had Raven help her and Lincoln shut down the bar and the rig.