Woah, Updated just in time! Here's the last chapter, and honesty it's pretty awesome that we've come all this way from the beginning. For me to be able to look back and see that people have really enjoyed my work makes me happier than you can imagine, I really want to thank all of you who stuck to this story - who read it all through and who gave me really awesome feedback! I hope you enjoy this chapter (albeit the cheesiness I willingly added into it, sorryyy) and I hope that you (like me) are super psyched for the season 3 premiere tonight! Also, If you're looking for another Clexa fic to read, I've started writing an Coffee Shop AU, it's right on my page so if you'd like to - go check it out!

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"Come on, Lexa." Clarke sidles up to Lexa's neck and closes her eyes momentarily. "You don't need to worry about me; I did what I had to do, and I got what I wanted." Her eyes flutter all over Lexa, never forgetting to take her all in – ever. "What we both wanted."

No words are uttered for the next couple of seconds. There is a deafening silence that follows after, almost sending Clarke into a state of worry herself. "It is only temporary, Clarke. This ruse of peace? It is only wishful thinking to believe she will keep her promises. Nia is-"

Having heard enough, Clarke puts a finger to Lexa's lips and stops her. "She could have done worse. I know what we got is temporary but it's better than nothing." Her hands are wandering around Lexa's face, studying her – loving her. "This is a victory, Lexa. A minor one, I know – but a victory none the less."

Lexa's furrowed eyebrows are once again restful. A small, crooked smile is all that Clarke needs to wrap herself around Lexa.

"This night is ours." Is all that she whispers in Lexa's ears before enveloping them into a world where only the two of them could exist.

"Things aren't solved yet." Abby addresses her people carefully, with Kane sitting idly beside her nodding at every last word she utters. "But they are solved for now. We have something that others do not, and that is the grace of time. We have the time to help each other, to recover from our previous grievances and to forgive others for their own inflicted wounds." Abby looks at Clarke for a second, seemingly thanking her for a second before getting back to the crowd of Arkers who had crowded around them – eagerly waiting for news on what happened the day before. "I must urge you all to make peace with those you have held grudges against." Her eyes quickly flitter on to Lexa and it strikes a strong pang in Clarke's heart. "I have done the same."

Lexa's eyebrows raise momentarily before nodding at Abby in praise.

Clarke can't help but smile at all that is unfolding in front of her, two of the most important people in her life are somehow making peace.

Whoever would have thought it to be possible?

"Could I say something short?" Clarke asks her mother quietly and takes a deep breath as her mother nods in confirmation.

She takes Abby's place and looks at everyone around her, quickly targeting Jasper who stared at her eagerly. "I'm sure most of you would like to know what happened, the details, maybe some of you even wish for more justice." She clears her throat and continues, "Whatever it may be that you're looking for – it's never more important than the people you are surrounded by."

"We've been through a lot, all of us." She looks at Jasper straight in the eye as she says this, "Some of the people that we love the most aren't here with us today, and some of us hate the world for it – but never forget those who last, those who are still alive." This time however, she looks at Lexa. "You need to accept the world for the way it is and be thankful that there is still life in it. Be thankful for everything and everyone because you never know when that can be taken away from you."

"Now." Clarke looks back at the crowd who seemed to have settled down at her slight speech. "Enough of the sentimental crap – it's time to celebrate."

Woops of joy are heard all around, and it's enough to say that these could be the happiest days of her life.

Some of the grounder warriors were drunk off their faces, and it would be safe to say that the majority of the arkers were too.

Lexa, who was in an intense conversation with one of her generals, had strayed far away from the ruse of alcohol, distanced herself from the celebratory elements of the day and stuck to remaining mostly by herself. Clarke made a mental note to go speak to her later, but first she needed to talk to someone else.

She looks for him everywhere, searches for one ounce of his name and yet nothing comes up. Before she can move on with anything else, before she can even bother 'relaxing' – she needed to talk to Bellamy. Desperately.

"Looking for someone?"

She knows who it is before she even turns her head.

"Looks like I found them." She faces Bellamy and smiles awkwardly at him, trying to hide the fact that every bone in her body was shaking from anticipation - ultimately always knowing that they would have this conversation one way or another.

Their conversations were not in any way cut short and he never showed any sign of resentment, but Clarke was used to analysing everything and splitting it up into tiny single forms that could only shape itself in another form, one way or another. She knew, that he was mad. Clarke knew, that Bellamy was left in the dark with no one to talk to when she left and she knew, that no one could bear the weight of a leader and that meant he had to do what he thought he could do all over again.

Anyone would be angry, anyone would be devastatingly and intensely livid at someone who would leave them to deal with everything on their own – but anyone and everyone would never put their feet in someone elses shoes, why would they? Why should they?

But Clarke would. Clarke really would.

"I want to talk to you." She says simply as she settles her hands in front of her.

"About what?" He avoids her eyes and looks around him, does anything to escape Clarke's very obvious stare.

"You know what." She sighs, "I'm not going to beat around the bush, I just wanted to say sorry." Bellamy finally looks up at her and she can see the questions that are forming at the back of his mind. "I'm sorry for leaving you to deal with everything when you were probably just as scared as me and I'm sorry for things I can't even explain – for acting like I was the only one who had to bear it all but if you had to ask me if I regretted any of it, I'd have to reply with a firm no."

For a moment, he just stares at her with a confused – bewildered – face and eyes the size of marbles. And yet, seconds later he still walks up to her and gives her the strongest hug in her life – squeezing the air right out of her lungs and she loves it.

"I was angry before." He sighs, "But now? I'm just goddamn happy you're okay."

It's enough to make her smile a smile she hadn't smiled in days.

And it's nearly enough to make her feel okay again.

Drunken laughs could be heard all around, it was a beautiful sight really – Arkers and Grounders alike.

Octavia and Lincoln were loaded up in some kind of drinking contest (which Octavia was unsurprisingly winning) whilst the two of them held on for their dear lives to the spirit of the night that could so desperately fall away.

Raven and Bellamy on the other hand, sat together and watched everyone around them. She took one look at Clarke and sent her a cheeky wink; which Clarke instantly laughed at.

Her mother and Kane, were so easily enthralled with each other that Clarke didn't understand how she didn't see it before – but maybe, these things were not meant to be seen until they could really be accounted for.

Indra had shared with her a couple of (actual, genuine) smiles and it was probably one of the biggest accomplishments in her whole week, (why wouldn't it be? It's Indra.) Whereas Nyko caught up with the other generals, always stealing a glance at Clarke when he could.

Even Jasper, (who was now actually attempting a conversation with Monty) was indeed sporting the hint of a smile on his face, was showing a little bit of his old self again.

It seemed as if everything was falling into place, her people were happy – Lexa's people were happy, and most of all; there was a settling peace in her that she hadn't felt for a long, long time. She could compare her life to a mere two months ago and marvel at how much she had changed – how much she had grown; both emotionally and intellectually.

So there and then, Clarke decided it was not a bad thing to be proud of herself. Even with the blood of so many on her hands, even with the blood of the innocents and the guilty – she was proud of herself.

She hoped that she would never stop feeling this way, and whether that hope would be fulfilled she did not know. However, she is strong. She can feel it.

She knows it.

And yet, someone was still missing.

She found her there, sitting on the outside of the fence gates looking out at the woods in a somewhat wonderful gaze. It was almost cruel to break something so personal and so seemingly intense up – but, Clarke was in desperate need of talking to her.

Slowly, she walked behind her and heard Lexa heave a deep sigh.

"So that's it."

"What?"

"That's all we can do for now." Lexa re affirms.

"Oh." Clarke is momentarily surprised that her mind is still thinking and indulging in that very same thought. "Yes."

Lexa says nothing after that, just keeps on looking onwards – perhaps a never ending battle running along in her head. So, Clarke sits next to her and takes her hand, rubs circles around her thumb until she feels like talking would not break her.

Minutes pass by and as much as the silence is comfortable, Clarke wishes to break it.

"Ai hod yu in." The worlds slip so easily out of her own mouth that it startles herself just as much as it startles Lexa.

Her head turns sharply towards Clarke and she can feel the worry resonate onto her own skin. "Why are you saying that?"

"Because it's true." She replies simply, never letting her eyes escape Lexa's. "Because it shouldn't matter how dangerous and utterly horrendous it may be to live through – I love you. I might not ever be able to stop, and if I don't say it now then when?" She squeezes Lexa's hand and moves closer to her, "We don't always have to be at war, Lexa. Not with our selves, not with each other."

Lexa's eyes flutter before she engulfs Clarke in an uncharacteristically forceful hug, making Clarke feel more at home than she thought she ever could feel. "Sometimes, you say the most beautiful things Clarke."

"Does it make you throw up a little in your mouth when I do?" Clarke smirks as Lexa clings on to her.

"Why would it make me do such a thing?" Lexa stares at Clarke strangely and Clarke just shakes her head in amusement.

"No reason."

"Clarke." Lexa sighs as she folds a tuft of Clarke's hair behind her ear, "I don't know how to tell you everything I want to tell you." She closes her eyes momentarily, "What could happen in the next few months is entirely unpredictable, I don't know if you'll be staying her or coming back to polis with me – or finding a balance between both – but whatever you do, I vow to be right beside you. Always."

"Your duty is to your people, Lexa." Clarke exhales heavily, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

She shakes her head vigorously and traces her finger along the lining of Clarke's cheek. "You are my people, Clarke."

They kiss, and it is as heated as the first time and just as passionate as the second. They kiss and it is not just an act of love but an act of a promise. This time, she knows that none of them will break it – none of them can ever break something so strong.

"You know." Clarke laughs and bites her lip, "There are three words you can say instead of that whole cheesy declaration of love."

She feels a swat on her head and laughs harder, "Don't belittle my speech, Clarke."

"Okay, Lexa." Clarke teases her back and if there were happier times than this very moment, her life would be a lie.

After moments of comfortable silence, Clarke looks up at Lexa and breathes in relief at the grace of having her so close next to her – breathing and alive. "You and me, Lexa. I think it was inevitable."

Lexa looks back at her and there's the same old crooked smile on her face that makes Clarke's insides melt to the dust.

"I think so too."