A/N: If your reading this then I'm sure you already know exactly why I had to write it. I will continue watching the show, but from now until whenever someone makes sense of all this. This fiction is the canon my heart accepts and I intend to continue it at length because theirs is the most beautiful love story and it needs to be told a thousand times over in a thousand different variations with all the love and devotion this fandom can give. I love all my Clexa shipper friends and this fiction is dedicated to every single one of them who need Lexa in their life, I hope that in some part, this can give her back to you all.

After the second round of their love making, Lexa had fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around Clarke. She hadn't meant to, wanting to spend the rest of the time they had left together before Clarke had to leave her side.

She woke with a start, looking to the sun out of the window in panic, fearing that Clarke had already left as she had slipped out whilst the commander had been sleeping.

As Lexa pulled on her shirt and slipped into a pair of boots she grinned softly, Clarke's greatest strength was how she took care of others without thought or the expectation of praise. She knew that Clarke had been trying to spare her the pain of a long, drawn out goodbye, but as she rushed down the hall that didn't matter to her. Clarke was leaving for who knows how long and there was no way that she was letting her go without seeing her at least one more time.

With a quick word from the guard at the elevator, she sighed in relief, Clarke had only just returned to her room so she still had time to catch her.

As she came to Clarke's door her blood ran cold when she heard the unmistakable sound of gunshots from inside, how had a Skaikru gotten all the way up to Clarke's room without any of her guards seeing her.

With her mind solely on Clarke's safety and with no regard for her own, she barged through the door to protect the love of her life just as Titus fired the final round left in the weapon.

"Lexa no!"

A heavy weight collided with her from the side as an explosion of pain hit her in the hip. Clarke had knocked her aside at the very last second and so the bullet had hit less than two inches away from being a fatal wound.

Clarke was leaning over her worriedly, trying to pull Lexa's hand from her hip to check the wound, but Lexa knocked her aside and stood tall, not even registering the sharp ache echoing across her torso.

"Titus." She growled as he dropped the gun to the floor and took a few staggering step backwards in horror for what he had almost done.

Lexa wasted no time and marched up to him furiously, "It seems I was wrong Titus, I can't separate feelings from duty. I'm duty bound to let you live because of your importance, but I feel like you are undeserving off my mercy." Her voice was cold and pitched lower than Clarke had ever heard it before, she sounded like one of the prowling panthers Clarke had once hunted when she was just Wanheda, putting great stress on the words duty and feel.

Titus opened his mouth to speak but Lexa was unwilling to listen. She managed to control her temper and instead of slashing his throat, she lashed out with her fist, with all her pain, anger and frustration channelled into that one punch. Titus didn't stand a chance and he crumpled to the floor, knocked out cold.

Clarke had hovered worriedly two paces behind Lexa and was so close enough to catch her when her legs gave, managing to pick her up long enough to carry her to the bed before laying her down gently.

Finally, Lexa removed her hand from the wound so Clarke could examine it critically.

She nearly cried in relief when she saw it was a clean shot that hadn't hit anything vital.

"You have no idea how lucky you are. Never do that to me again!" She yelled at Lexa who quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "What?" Clarke snapped.

"Nothing," Lexa breathed as Clarke's fingers ghosted over her hip, "It's just, I'm the one who was shot you know? And you're cute when you're angry." The last part was a whisper, intended for Clarke's ears alone and not Murphy who was still tied to the chair, straining to hear what was being said.

"Shof op." Clarke giggled, feeling high from the relief of knowing that Lexa was going to be fine, leaning down and resting her head on Lexa's stomach as she forced her body to stop shaking.

Lexa smiled, the smile Clarke knew was reserved only for her, and threaded her fingers through Clarke's hair.

"I'm not going anywhere Clarke, I promise you that. Ai gonplei nou ste odon. Not until your people are safe and mine see that there is a better way. Not until I can finally call you mine and not have to fear for where the next attack will come from. You said my legacy will be peace, I say that will be our legacy. Hodnes laik uf Clarke, ai hod yu in, I wanted to say it before but I was scared that I then you would leave and it would kill me. But you could have died today and I would never have said it. So, I love you. I love you Clarke kom Skaikru."

Clarke had turned her head to stare into Lexa's bottomless green eyes and as always she saw what was always there, more love and compassion than any one person should be able to hold. She stared in wonder and then whispered ever so softly, "Ai hod yu in, Leksa kom Trikru."

Tears of joy sprang up in Lexa's eyes and she nodded gently, "Then the next step would be for you to untie your friend over there so he can help you get the bullet out of my side so we can go and sort out our peace, once and for all."

Clarke laughed softly and placed Lexa's hand over her wound, where Clarke's own had been moments before, "Keep the pressure on for me."

Using a knife that was close to hand she quickly cut the ropes holding Murphy to the chair and beckoned him over, "Hurry up, I need you to pass me things."

For all his many faults, Murphy didn't argue, immediately coming to Clarke's side ready to assist her with whatever she needed. What he had witnessed between them had been enough for him to realize how sacred that bond with another person really was and he was determined to locate him partner in crime and tell her how he truly felt once this was all over.

It didn't take long with the two of them working together to pull the bullet from her side and bandage it securely with fresh strips torn from one of Clarke's shirts that Lexa had gifted to her when she became the ambassador for her people. It had looked like Lexa was going to protest when Clarke ordered Murphy to tear it up, but one look from Clarke had her wisely choosing to remain quiet.

Once the bandage was in place, Clarke carefully helped Lexa get into a sitting position.

"How are you feeling?" She asked worriedly as Lexa gingerly prodded at the place where the wound was under the new, clean shirt Murphy had fetched from her room once Lexa had shouted orders through the doors, for the guards to escort him and keep him safe.

Lexa's only answer was to lean forwards and to capture Clarke's lips with her own, moving against her mouth eagerly, all too aware that the events could have unfolded very differently and she could have lost her Skai Prisa forever.

"Like we can conquer the world." She whispered as she drew back and gazed into Clarke's eyes, the corners of her own creasing gently as she smiled.