Title: The Prisoner

Chapter Rating: T (Teen)

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Anya/Clarke

Prompt(s): The 100: Anya/Clarke: Rough Sex ( . ?thread=1966616) from the Sixth Annual Femslash Kink Meme!

Beta: Need a beta

Warning: Rough lesbian sex. AU certain characters don't die.

Summary: Clarke and Anya are running form the Mountain Men. The fight at the drop ship turns into something more.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Nothing I write is for profit. Everything I wrote is not meant to offend anyone.

"If I'm such a burden, then cut me loose," panted Clarke as Anya pulled her along through the forest.

"Heavy foot falls, broken branches, and you even smell like them," Anya complained as she pulled Clarke further up the hill until they could see the Mountain Men below. When she was satisfied that they had enough time before the men came their way, she led her prisoner down the opposite side of the hill to a river.

Anya commanded her to get down. She spoke again in a hiss as Clarke reached out to drink the water. "No, not to drink."

"Then why stop, we should be running," panted Clarke. Everything hurt; they had been running for miles. She did not like the way Anya was leading her about. They needed to find some place to hide, and the only way they could do that was working together. This treating her like a prisoner was getting them nowhere.

Anya reached into the river and pulled out a handful of mud. She slapped it on to Clarke's face. "Because you reek. Cover yourself with it." Clarke looked at her in shocked for a moment. Anya stared back with a look of disgust until Clarke gave in and began to cover herself in the mud. Anya started to cover herself too.

After both were sufficiently covered, even in their hair, they moved again running as fast as they could through the forest. Anya still had Clarke's hands tied by a rope she used to lead her. It wasn't long before both had to stop to catch their breath. In the distance, Clarke could hear the Mountain Men hot on their trail.

"They're still following us," Clarke panted. She clutched onto a tree to support herself. They had to be several miles from Mount Weather at this point. It made no sense for them to still be following them.

Anya glared at Clarke. "It is because of you."

She moved from the tree she was resting on to grab a sharp rock on the ground. She reached into the air with it getting ready to strike Clarke.

Clarke stumbled back trying to get the grounder woman as far away as possible. "Anya, I am stepping where you step. I'm covered in mud. We aren't leaving a trail."

Anya dropped the rock before looking Clarke up and down. She spit on the ground, a sign of her displeasure. "They are following something."

Clarke eyes shifted back and forth as she thought, and then it hit her. "They aren't following us. They are tracking us. Search yourself." Clarke began feeling around herself as best she could with her hands tied. "If I am right it should feel like a small bump underneath your skin."

Unfortunately, Anya knew exactly where the bump was. She had noticed it when she had first woken up in that hellhole. It was on her left arm just underneath the bend in her arm. She ripped her long sleeve shirt showing Clarke the area.

"It's you," Clarke whispered. "Ok, I can remove it, but you need to untie my hands. I just need something sharp and sterile." Clarke looked around for something to use, but Anya was already biting into her own arm to remove it.

Her arm and mouth was covered in blood as she spit the tracker onto the ground. Clarke grimaced; Anya looked more like a savage than ever.

"I will not go back there," Anya stated, she had more convention than Clarke had ever heard before. The grounder looked at Clarke hard. "Keep moving."

They continued to walk on. They could only hope that the Mountain Men had stopped following them. The grounder led them through the forests as if she knew exactly where she was going. Clarke guessed that she had memorized all the woods on this side of Mount Weather. She could only hope that they would be getting to wherever they were going soon. She was starting to become weary. It took another hour for them to reach a river that Clarke recognized. If she was going to make a move against the grounder, now was the time.

"Anya," Clarke said pulling hard on the ropes tied around her hands. "You're still bleeding. Let me at least bandage it so it doesn't get infected."

Anya looked down at her arm wondering whether she should listen to the sky person. Clarke didn't give her anytime to think as she thrust a sleeping dart into the side of Anya's neck. She had been holding it since they left Mount Weather. It had been hard to hold onto when she had jumped into the waterfall and down to the lake. She was glad she had kept it now.

Anya looked at Clarke in disbelief before her eyes fluttered shut and she fell onto the ground. The younger woman wasn't able to catch her. Anya would have a nasty bruise on her butt tomorrow.

"I can find my way home from here," Clarke whispered. She knew the river and how to get back to camp, but she didn't want to leave Anya there to be found by the Mountain Men or worse the Reapers. She began to tie Anya's hands with the rope. "Looks like you're my prisoner now."

Clarke sat for a moment beside the river. She drank some water and contemplated why she had been so compelled to save the grounder woman. Something about her drew Clarke in. She felt a need to protect her from the guards and mad scientists at Mount Weather even though the woman could easily kill her. It had surprised that Anya had kept her prisoner rather than leaving her for the Mountain Men. There was seemly no logic behind the grounder's motives. Once second she wanted to kill her the next she didn't.

Clarke sighed before getting up. She knew Anya would be out for at least an hour. Her first task was to fix the other woman's arm. She cleaned is as best she could with the water before ripping off a piece of her own shirt to tie around the wound. She could not fathom how the other woman managed to bite into herself. Clarke could never have done that.

After she finished, Clarke took some more time to drink from the river and then began to look for some sticks to tie Anya to. Stabbing the grounder leader with a sleeping dart had not been her best plan. Now she would have to find a way to drag her through the woods back to her camp. There was no way she'd leave the woman just laying there. The only way she would be able to do it would be if she tied Anya onto a makeshift stretcher and drug it behind her.

It took twenty good minutes to set everything up. She was surprised how light Anya was. She was mostly muscle without an inch of fat on her. Clarke accidently pushed up her shirt while tying her to the sticks. She was impressed to find very toned abs underneath. She ran her hands along the taught muscles before she realized what she doing and quickly went back to work.

When she had finally finished she took yet another drink of water before she hefted one end of the stretcher and began the long slow walk home. She was lucky that they had finally lost the Mountain Men. Now she didn't have to worry about hurrying, which she couldn't have done anyway with Anya tied to the stretcher.

Her arms were burning by the time she made it to the drop ship. At first it was easy, Anya seemed rather light, but now it was as if she was dragging a giant weight behind her. She put down the woman lightly before approaching the door where a blurred message had been written in chalk. She could make out her name on top, but her eyes struggled to read the other words.

Had she not been so focused on the door, she might have noticed Anya slipping through the ropes she had tied with her sloppy knots. Clarke didn't hear her until Anya started to stumble through the gravel. Her legs were asleep because of the way the younger girl had tied the ropes around her legs.

Clarke turned seeing the grounder, she held up her hands in peace. "Anya wait."

The grounder hit her hard across the face, sending Clarke stumbling away. Anya did not wait for her to get her bearings instead she attacked with more force. She hit her again across the face. The younger woman stumbled again. She put up her hands trying to stop the next attack, but her head was spinning in pain. "Hey-" Clarke cried as Anya hit her hard on the chest. She fell to the ground gasping in pain.

Anya was still feeling the side effects of the drug and did not immediately attack. Instead, she gave Clarke time to get up and grab a large stick. The first and second swing Anya was able to dodge easily. Clarke rushed the other woman. Anya easily grabbed the stick from her with two swift kicks to the sky person's knees. Clarke stumbled back and fell as Anya hit her across the face with the stick breaking the girl's lip.

Anya threw down the crude weapon. If she was going to kill the sky girl, then she would do it with her bare hands. Clarke grabbed some ashes from the ground and threw them at Anya to distract her while she got up grabbing a knife next to a dead grounder's bones. Anya smiled at younger girl. She knew that Clarke was not as skilled as her even if she did have a weapon. It would only make things more interesting.

"I don't want to kill you, Anya," Clarke pleaded with her.

Anya's grin grew wider. "Then you are the one that is going to die."

Clarke lunged at her with the knife, but Anya easily grabbed her knife hand before punching her three times in the face sending her back to the ground. Taking a deep breath, she continued her assault on Clarke who had once again got up. The girl tried to stab the older woman with her knife.

Anya gripped the girl's arm and snatched the knife from her. Still holding the girls arm she slashed her once on the arm causing the girl to cry out and then again across her stomach.

Anya head butted her away. Clarke fell to the ground hard with a grunt of pain. Someone had obviously left that message for her on the drop ship. She couldn't give up without finding out what it meant. She had to make it back to her friends if they were still alive. She owed it to them. She would find a way to make it out of this fight alive. She got up once more ready to fight, but Anya was already running fast at her/ She grab the smaller girl around the waist sending them both to the ground.

Anya recovered first climbing atop Clarke and pointing the knife at the girl's throat. She raised the bloody blade above her head ready to jam it into the heart of her enemy, but Clarke was fast and pushed her thumb into Anya's arm wound causing her to cry out and drop the weapon.

Clarke reached over and grabbed a rock. She hit Anya's head hard before flipping them over. She was now on top. Clarke let all the anger inside of her loose hitting the woman's face over and over again until she was spitting out blood. Clarke picked up the knife readying to stab the older woman below her until she saw the glinting balloon in the sky.

Stabbing her knife into the ground, she got up and looked into the sky. She could not believe it. She had hoped her friends were alive and the chalk on the wall had been a good indicator, but this was real. This was definite proof that they were out there.

Anya coughed. "You fought well."

Clarke ignored her. "Did you see that? I knew it!" She breathed heavily. "He lied. My people are out there." She just continued looking into the sky.

Anya moved to get up. Clarke barely even glanced at her. She was too busy looking at the balloon in the sky. She could only hope that the Mountain Men's guards had returned back to Mount Weather. If not, then her friends could be in danger.

Clarke was so distracted by the thing in the sky that she had not noticed how close Anya was to her until she felt strong arms wrap around her waist. She struggled against the grounder. She felt teeth sinking into her neck, breaking the skin. She screamed out, the pain was intense. She never knew her neck could be that sensitive. She trashed finally able to free herself when she dug her nails into the older woman's arms.

Clarke turned to the other woman anger growing in her eyes as she saw Anya lick Clarke's blood from her lips with a smirk. "What are you doing?"

"You fought well," Anya circled around Clarke. The girl moved with her never allowing her back to be to the other woman.

"What does that even mean?" Her head hurt. It had been a long day and all she wanted to do was sleep. The grounder had probably given her a concussion.

"You fought well, almost my equal. Only one other has ever done that." Anya looked directly at Clarke's neck where she had bitten her. "I have claimed you."

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