Two Commanders

Clarke woke up in intense amounts of pain. Each breath felt like she was inhaling needles.

“L-Lex…” She tried, failing to do much more than flail miserably in her attempt to sit up.

“Easy Wanheda, easy. You’re injured badly.” A deep voice rumbled.

“G-Gus-ss..?” Clarke gasped.

“Rest easy Wanheda, Clarke, you’re safe here.” Gustus soothed.

“L-Lex… Em-Em-Emmerson…” Clarke continued to gasp, becoming panicked.

“Your prisoner is here. We locked him away. He will remain here with you. Lexa will be informed of your survival. She’ll come as soon as she knows, please rest before you hurt yourself more.” Gustus promised. Clarke finally surrendered and fell back into the warm embrace of sleep.

Lexa woke up alone again and curled around Clarke’s pillow miserably. She could still smell the blondes scent on the fabric and felt her eyes water with tears. She didn’t even know if Clarke was safe, it had been three days since the event at the club. They’d been closed since then aswell to allow the police to do whatever it was they needed to do to investigate. Lexa cleaned herself up and shuffled out to the kitchen, sitting at the table quietly. She stared down at the table as the others joined her.

“Heda, Wanheda lives.” Indra informed her as the general sat down.

“What?” Lexa demanded, her head shooting up to look at the older woman.

“Wanheda was badly injured. Gustus and Nyko weren’t sure she’d survive. Wanheda lives, and she was conscious only moments ago. She asked for you.” Indra repeated. Lexa shot up from the table and raced to her room, rapidly getting dressed. She dodged both Lincoln and Anya who stood between her and the stairs to leave. Indra and Octavia were both far wiser than to try and stop the determined commander. Lexa broke into a run as soon as she’d exited the building, running all the way to Gustus’s restaurant/compound. She banged on the locked door hard and loud until she was let in.

“Where… Where is she?” Lexa panted. One of the men instantly understood and led her to a darkened room higher up in the massive tree Gustus had built into.

“She rests Heda.” The man told her as another brought in a comfortable looking chair and placed it next to the bed Clarke was tucked carefully into. Her wounds were hidden from view by the blanket over her. Lexa listened to the familiar beeping of monitors that Clarke was once again hooked up to. She sighed as she gently took one of Clarke’s hands between her own two.

“Ai niron…Beja… Come back to me.” Lexa pleaded in a whisper, kissing the back of Clarke’s knuckles.

“Nyko said he did his best. She needs to rest. Her prisoner is here as well.” A deep voice rumbled behind Lexa. She turned and saw Gustus standing in the door way with his arms crossed over his massive chest.

“I almost lost her again Gus…” Lexa murmured, turning back to face Clarke.

“I know. As soon as she woke, she called first for you. She would not rest until I promised you’d come as soon as you’d been told she lived. Then she slept.” Gustus told her. Lexa nodded, rubbing her thumbs across the back of Clarke’s knuckles.

“Anya said you skipped breakfast to come here, you should eat, Heda.” Gutus suggested. Lexa shook her head quickly.

“Not until she wakes up again. I need her to know I’m here…” Lexa growled softly.

“Of course. The restaurant will be opening soon, but the men outside this door will be able to get anything you need.” Gustus said finally as he turned and left the two alone. Lexa sat in silence for hours. She waited, watching for any sign of consciousness from the blond in front of her. She opened her eyes to a soft whimpering noise, cursing herself for falling asleep. Lexa’s eyes fell on Clarke who squirmed and whimpered on the bed in front of her in distress.

“Clarke… Shh… I’m here, you’re safe…” Lexa soothed, rubbing the back of Clarke’s hand with her thumbs again in an effort to sooth the girl. Blue eyes flew open in an instant and locked onto green.

“L-Lex..?” Clarke gasped.

“Hey… Hey… I ‘m here ai niron.” Lexa smiled, gently tightening her hold on Clarke’s hand. She felt a slight squeeze back and kissed Clarke’s knuckles again. She felt the tears run down her face before she knew she was crying.

“Lexa..” Clarke tried. Saying more than one word was a struggle. She desperately wanted to comfort Lexa.

“You got shot… Right in front of me… I was so powerless… I’m so powerless… Its three times now I failed to protect you…” Lexa found herself whimpering as she fought to keep the sobs from forming. Clarke’s eyes widened and she shook her head as best she could.

“N-No.” She managed to say. Lexa looked at her confused.

“You n-never f-failed… L-Lex…” Clarke tried to explain, her voice strained.

“You’ve been shot four times now… Three right in front of me… I couldn’t stop it from happening…” Lexa sobbed, the tears falling like rain.

“I’m sor-” Clarke rasped before her voice broke into nothingness again.

“No… The fault is mine… I’m sorry Clarke…” Lexa whimpered, shrinking.

“Lex… I need…” Clarke began softly.

“What do you need? I’ll make sure it’s brought to you.” Lexa asked, trying to clean the tears from her face. Clarke shook her head.

“I need you… Here… With me… Feva…” Clarke finished, tugging Lexa’s hand. Lexa slowly moved into the bed and wrapped Clarke up in her arms, holding her carefully.

“I’m sorry…” Clarke mumbled, her voice was slowly returning the more she tried to use it.

“Beja… Rest my love… I’ll still be here.” Lexa pleaded softly. She stroked Clarke’s hair and hummed soft songs she’d heard from Jake Griffin during the time she’d spent with him. She remembered how fondly he’d spoken of Clarke.

“You know them…” Clarke mumbled sleepily.

“Mhmm… Rest Clarke…” Lexa nodded softly. Clarke fell back asleep easily, her head filling with dream of her father.