Notes: This story was thought to be a one shot but I decided there are just so many possibilities to explore.

I hope you enjoy it and please leave your comments and reviews. They are very much appreciated.

-I-

She looked outside the balcony while she finished the juice she had been sipping for a while. She liked that juice but couldn't exactly identify the taste. It was like nothing Clarke had tasted before. Breakfast was her favorite part of being in Polis. Everyday something new, something to look forward instead of the old same nuts and protein bars back at Arkadia. She sighed at the memory of it.

There were a couple of knocks at the door but Clarke knew who it was before she even heard the voice coming from behind. It was another morning tradition in Polis, Lexa walking to her room and knocking on the door.

"Clarke, we will be leaving in ten minutes". The commander said but didn't come inside even though the door had been unlocked since the night she bowed and pledged fealty.

"I'll be there in a minute!" She replied and there was a silence for a moment before she heard the commander's boots walking away in the hallway. Clarke put on her combat boots and gave a quick last look to the mountains and the room before walking outside.

When she finally reached the patio she realized everyone was already there. There were at least 10 horses awaiting for their riders, a couple of dozens of grounders standing by waiting for instructions and Lexa was talking with one of her captains not far away. She saw Lexa's big black horse already saddled and another one next to it. Right in front of the group was a wooden cart carrying the body of the Ice Queen, covered with flowers. Clarke felt weird looking at it and the care with which the grounders had placed a veil over it. She felt a pinch in her stomach while she realized that even though all she wanted to do was kill Nia, the grounders, at Lexa's command most likely, had presented their respect to the fallen queen, regardless of the way she had died. She looked at Lexa once more and found her walking towards her, one hand over her sword.

"Ready to go?" She said when she reached her. "Yes. Let's go" Clarke replied and followed Lexa to the horses. To her surprise, the commander extended a hand to help her get on the other black horse. Clarke had assumed Lexa would ride alongside her captain but realized it was her the one who would have the honor to ride next to the commander of the now thirteen clans. She took Lexa's hand and jumped over the horse with such ease as if she was a skilled rider. She settled upon the horse while Lexa got on hers and at one command the group was marching outside of Polis.

The group marched with an easy pace, there was no rush to get to Arkadia and Clarke was pretty happy about that. She loved horse riding and enjoyed every second of it. The monotony of the horse's trot soothed her and she could admire the beauty of earth from a privileged point of view. Lexa had been talking politics, as per usual, updating her on the current situation with the other clans after Roan had taken the throne at Azgeda, but Clarke wasn't really listening. Instead she took a moment, for the first time in months, to admire the surroundings. It seemed pretty unbelievable that earth could be such a vibrant place. Back on the ark, when she painted her ideas of what she might find they were in anyway close to the actual reality. The blue skies, the vivid greens, the wild smells and constant sounds of the forest. She felt the sun over her face and a warm feeling went down her spine as a cool wind played with her hair and tempted to take away the cloth she had been wearing over her head. She caught it with a quick movement and adjusted it once more. She could feel Lexa's gaze following her movements but she didn't look at her as the ride continued.

"Thinking about home?" Lexa finally broke the silence and Clarke's brow furrowed at the sound of the last word. Home. It seemed like decades ago when she felt she had a place she could call home. Ever since they had landed on earth Clarke had felt like an alien in a strange planet. They had made the dropship their first camp but all the time she had spent there she felt it was just a temporary situation and that, eventually, they would establish themselves somewhere else. When the Ark landed and Camp Jaha was created she had that same feeling of temporary measures to a current necessity. Eventually, she had thought, they would find a place to settle. They would find home.

But they never really did.

"Thinking about whether Arkadia is home" She finally said. "When I left it had a different name" Clarke made a pause and then added with a bitter tone "I was different".

"You left a hero to your people" Lexa quickly reassured her "And you return one". Clarke appreciated the gesture but couldn't really grasp on the commander's words. She was no hero, she had never intended to be one. She wanted to tell Lexa she left a murderer and returned a traitor, at least for some of the people back in Arkadia. She wanted to tell her she left as a coward and returned still without a clue of what was going to happen. She left looking for answers and returned without something clear to say to them. She wanted to tell Lexa she was just a girl looking for home coming back to none.

"The mountain slayer returns with the body of the ice queen" Lexa continued and Clarke felt a sinking feeling when the title was uttered. It was never going to go away. She would always be Wanheda, the commander of death. The mountain assassin.

"You bring them justice" Lexa stated while she looked at her with a proud smile and suddenly Clarke felt that the title might not be entirely gruesome. That it might in fact be a sign of something else she couldn't yet describe but was there in Lexa's proud smile and reverent tone.

"You bring them justice" Clarke clarified to Lexa. After all, it had been Lexa the one who had put her own life at risk to ensure the Skaikru had a place in the coalition. It had been Lexa the one who had saved her life by assuring she didn't fall on the hands of the Ice Queen, it had been Lexa the one who had the idea of turning the Skaikru into a new clan so that they weren't the enemy, it had been Lexa the one who had pledge fealty to her and her people and had vowed to protect them no matter what. It had been Lexa the one who had had to prove her leadership because of Wanheda. It had been Lexa who had succeeded in killing Nia to prevent another war. It had been Lexa all along.

But when she looked at the commander, she was still smiling with the same sweet and gentle smile she had dedicated to her the night before. A smile, Clarke suddenly realized, Lexa had for no one else but her.

"We bring them peace". Lexa finally said with a confident and satisfied tone and Clarke's heart skipped a beat. We bring them peace. The words lingered in the air as Clarke felt overwhelmed by the gratitude she suddenly felt towards the other girl. How did it take so long for her to realize that ever since they had met, it had always been a "we" for Lexa and her?

It was at that moment that Clarke felt for the first time in three months that maybe it was time to heal. They had done what they both believed was right for their people but now thanks to them there was no longer an "us" or "them". Now they were an "Ours". Our people. She finally let a smile slide to her lips. They had done it. Heda and Wanheda. Together.

Clarke felt overjoyed as she looked back to Lexa who returned the smile with a sense of knowledge and they gave each other a simple nod because there were no more words needed.

She looked to the front when the horses started to slow down and as she looked upon the grounders army standing guard outside of Arkadia, Clarke knew that for the first time since they got there, there was hope.

"Here we are" Lexa said looking over her army to the big sign at the entrance of Arkadia. "Ready?" She asked Clarke as she gave her one last look.

"Let's take them home" Clarke finally said and for the first time in 18 years, she longed for the future.