Lexa was seeing red; all of this had gone on long enough.

Clarke's pain filled screams rang out across the clearing while Sura moved the blade across her chest. The Commander's adrenaline had been steadily growing this whole time, but now with screaming and laughing filing her ears and the smell of blood coursing through her airways, it exploded.

With one quick look around the clearing, Lexa let her warrior instincts take hold as she memorized the position of everything around her. Her eyes were dark with rage and she locked them on Sura. Lexa gritted her teeth, clenched her jaw, and tensed her figure as she wretched both of her shoulders up and her bound wrists above her head and in front of her.

She did not scream, but the gruesome cracking of her shoulders dislocating reverberated over all the other sounds. Lexa sucked in a large breath of air in to keep her vision in tact as the pain enveloped her. The guard whom she hit in the stomach before came at her, but with her muscles still high on chemical strength she swung her tied fists at him once he came into the range of the chain. She made contact with his jaw and the guard stumbled back allowing her the split second to pop one of her shoulders back into place before reaching out towards the knife that was sheathed at his waist.

Her endorphins spiked again when she had the hilt firmly resting against her palm. Save her, chanted through the Commander's mind as she pulled the blade from the guard and slashed it across his throat. Maneuvering the knife between the ropes, Lexa sliced through them with ease before she heard footsteps crackling against the foliage of the forest floor. Without hesitation she twisted her torso around and let the blade fly through the air like an arrow until it connected with its bullseye on the man's forehead.

Lexa turned her attention back to the screams that hadn't ceased. Sura was watching her, cold eyes locked on the Commander as her hand continued to work the blade in Clarke's skin. She had moved from the blonde's chest to her thigh and was dragging the knife up through ripping, blood soaked denim.

Clarke was losing too much blood, she knew that. Her head and eyes were heavy with oxygen loss, her entire body burned with pain. She has a plan, she always does. Clarke reminded herself as she forced her head up to look in the direction of the brunette. As soon as those darkened green eyes met her own, she knew she had to hold on just a little bit longer.

After giving a reassuring look to Clarke, Lexa reached down and ripped off the rope at her ankle. Sura was laughing at this point never looking away from the escaping Commander. She was going to enjoy this. Lexa turned her back to Sura; it was as if the woman was waiting for her to free herself. Lexa loosened the chain around her chest and stomach just enough to slip out of it; she eyed her other blades that were on a log between the two women.

As soon as Lexa was free, Sura dug the knife deeper into the muscle of Clarke's thigh causing another broken scream to release from the bleeding girl's throat. Lexa sprinted forward grabbing the knives on her way. Within a heartbeat she was in front of Sura one of her blades slicing the pale skin of the woman's cheek before Sura moved around her.

"Pity, you just had to ruin my plans didn't you?." The smirk widened on Sura's face, "I'll still enjoy killing you nonetheless."

Sura lunged at Lexa with the bloody blade in her hand. Even though she is a part of a monarchy, the warrior tradition still stands in the Ice Nation and Lexa knew the woman can be deadly.

Sura lashes out at Lexa, the blade nearly slicing the skin of her neck before the Commander dodged and threw her own blades towards the Ice Queen. They are more equally matched then either of them thought; it's like they are in a deadly tango of weapons and blood. Blades met flesh of both women, fists connected with bone, and each is fueled by a differently motivated adrenaline rush.

However, Lexa isn't in the game of drawing this out; the woman she loves is bleeding out, tied to a pole besides her. She needs to end this, quickly, even though she would love nothing more than to kill Sura just as slowly as she has been torturing Clarke but she knows she doesn't have that luxury.

Sura's anger is brimming as the Commander continues to evade her attacks and Lexa uses that to her advantage. The Ice Queen gabs her blade forward directly at Lexa's chest, but the Commander catches the edge in between the two blades she wields. Sura staggers for a second as the momentum she put into the advance is thrown back on her, but it's enough for Lexa to take advantage.

Lexa twists her wrists so the grip Sura has on the blade loosens enough for the brunette to throw all three blades to their feet. Lexa then grabs Sura's wrist and pulls her forward, moving her own body so that Sura is pressed against her back then uses all of the strength her injured shoulders will allow to thrust the Ice Queen up over the brunette's body and slam her back into the dirt.

Sura was disoriented for a moment at the sudden shift of position and the blur that her vision became when her head connected with the ground. Before she had a chance to react with a counter she felt harsh metal pierce the thin layer of flesh on her hands and she screamed.

Lexa was on top of her, the Commanders knees in her thighs and her two hands gripping blades that were protruding from Ice Queen's hands. Blood pooled around the blades and Sura was trapped at the will of the Commander.

Lexa's intensity never wavered as she pushed the blades further through the woman's hands; she felt as the metal passed through soft flesh then entered the harder soil of the forest floor. Satisfied that the vengeful woman wasn't going anywhere, Lexa reached for her prize blade that was still coated in Clarke's blood that was now mixed with her own due to the cuts it had made on her arms.

"You do not deserve a quick death." Lexa seethed as her grip tightened on the blade, "I hope your love will forgive you for your weakness in seeking revenge."

Without another word, Lexa raised the gem crusted hilt of the blade and centered the point on Sura's chest. The Commander took a breath, pulled the blade into the air, and plunged it directly into the Ice Queen's heart. Sura's eyes widened and took in one last breath before it was sucked right back out of her and those Icy blue eyes grew dull.

Lexa heaved a breath as the light died from the woman, and then she heard a strangled sound come from beside her. Instantly, Lexa was standing before Clarke, leaning down and cutting the rope at her ankles then the one above her. Clarke collapsed into the Lexa as she became free, her body was drained of energy, however as soon as she felt the warm heat coming off of Lexa's body she clung to it.

They fell to their knees when Clarke collapsed and Lexa let the blonde bury her face into the fabric of her shirt. Lexa pulled Clarke close to her, wrapping her arms tightly around the bleeding girl and began running her hand over the blonde's back.

Clarke wasn't going to cry, she hadn't the entire time during this torture, but as soon as Lexa starting rubbing her back in reassurance Clarke couldn't help it. She sobbed into the other girl's slightly swollen shoulder and Lexa moved her hand up into Clarke's blonde curls. The Commander placed a kiss to the top of her head and pulled the girl even tighter.

"Yu klir, yu klir," she whispered into the girl's hair, "Your safe Clarke. It's over."

She repeated herself over and over again for several moments until the sobbing stopped. Clarke pulled away and met Lexa's eye, in a way making sure that it was truly over. Lexa kissed her forehead, and then pressed her own against it closing her eyes. Once she reopened them, she saw the wounds that covered Clarke.

"We need to get you back to camp; you have lost too much blood already." Lexa looked around the clearing and spotted one of the guard's horses tied up to a tree a few yards into the tree line. "Can you stand?" Lexa asked, concerned, Clarke nodded in response and Lexa slowly stood bringing the girl with her.

She sat Clarke on one of the logs and went to retrieve the horse. Once sitting, Clarke took a deep breath wincing at the pain in her chest. She looked over to Sura's lifeless body; she didn't feel any sympathy for the woman. All of this was done out of a maddening revenge, even if it was born out love; this was the weakness that love could cause.

Lexa returned with the horse and carefully helped Clarke up onto its back before climbing up behind her. She didn't bother checking to see if she had left anything behind, her only priority was getting Clarke to safety and getting her wounds tended too. The ride back to camp was quiet, but not awkward or uncomfortable just filled silent determination.

They were almost back at camp when Lexa felt Clarke begin to slump and her concern combined with mass amounts of dread and anxiety. "Clarke," she asked, her voice trembling, she got no response, "Clarke!" she said a little louder. She took one of her hands off the reigns and lightly shook the girl.

"Hmm?" Clarke said her voice groggy and heavy as she tried to straighten her posture.

"You need to stay awake Clarke, we are almost at camp." Lexa pushed the horse to go faster.

"My head feels so heavy, I'm so tired." Clarke mumbled, her voice taking on a more airy tone.

"I know love, but you need to stay with me ok? I need you keep your soul right where it is."

Clarke's lips upturned into a very weak smile, "That's my line." Her voice was barely there and Lexa could only explain the feeling in her gut as fear. She couldn't lose her, she couldn't.

Lexa felt Clarke slump into her again, she could see the camp entrance and hear the people bustling inside. The Commander pushed the horse at full speed and didn't stop until they were right in front of the healer's tent. Guards were at her side instantly, but she ordered them to take Clarke to Nyko immediately. As the men were carefully, but quickly pulling the unconscious blonde from the horse, Lexa heard voices come running up beside her.

She heard the voices, but her ears were ringing she wasn't paying attention to the frantic words besides her as she watched Clarke disappear behind the veil of the tent. She was only taken out of her worry when her already painful shoulder were shook roughly. She looked into the eyes of a concerned mother who was trying to get her attention.

"What's going on? What happened? Is she okay?" Abby was screaming at her. Lexa was frozen for second, at this moment she didn't know what to do. All she could reply with was, "I'll explain when she's safe. You need to help them save her." and both Lexa and Abby pushed into the tent.

You can't die, not now. Come back to me Clarke, I'm begging you.

She slowly opened her eyes to the dimly lit tent she had come to call her second home.

Clarke felt like she had just been thrown off of a cliff, her entire body ached. She moved one of her hands and felt the soft furs underneath her and took a deep breath as the day's memories came back to her.

She moved her blue eyes over to look at the hand that rested on her right one and followed it up to the downturned face of the woman who had saved her. "You're an idiot." She said softly, her lips curving into a smile as Lexa's head popped up with surprise. The brunette's featured instantly softened with relief as she exhaled. The words seemed to finally register and the Commander raised an eyebrow, "I see you're back to your normal self already, but how am I an idiot?"

Clarke's smirk only grew, "The Commander of the Woods Clan, leaving camp without any guards? What happened to not letting emotions dictate our judgment?" Clarke teased.

Lexa scoffed, "Oh I don't know maybe a stubborn blonde was the cause of it all and she impairs my ability to think straight."

"Don't you hate people like that?" Clarke winked.

Lexa let out a small laugh and leaned forward, placing a hand on Clarke's cheek and rubbing the pad of her thumb over the soft skin, "Normally, but I find myself in love with this one."

Clarke smiled and leaned into the touch, but her eyes turned teasing again, "I thought love was weakness Commander?"

Lexa flashed a smile and leaned forward just enough so their noses were touching, "It doesn't have to be." Lexa leaned forward a bit more and pressed a soft kiss to Clarke's lips.

"I'm sorry," Lexa whispered as their lips parted. "This entire situation was because of something I did and I-"

Lexa was cut off with Clarke's fingers against her lips, "You couldn't have predicted this would happen so don't apologize. I'm going to be okay."

"I-"

Clarke increased the pressure of her fingers, "If you honestly feel like you need to make it up to me. I think I can come with some things." Clarke smiled devilishly and Lexa rolled her eyes.

Clarke's gaze turned softer and she moved her hand up to cup the Commander's face, "but for right now, honestly the only thing I want to you do is go get some food, come back in here, get into bed, and never stop telling me you love me."

Lexa smiled, "I think I can manage that."

Lexa kissed the recovering blonde again before getting up to fulfill the first request. As she opened the entrance to the tent she paused and looked over shoulder, "I love you."

Clarke felt a bright smile form on her lips, "I love you too," she said, "but next time could at least tell someone where you're going?"