Author Notes: This is my first fic in a really really long time and my first ever lOO fic so please bear with me as it might be bad and take time for me to update.

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Summary: Fix-It fic. Clarke returns to her room during 3x07 and comes face to face with Titus except things happen differently.

Chapter 1:

Clarke walked into her room smiling and slowly pushed the door closed. Leaning her head against the door, Clarke took a deep breath trying to focus on what she planned to do about Pike and Arkadia, but her mind continued to pull her back into the warm bed she had just left. Every inch of her yearned to walk back into Lexa's room, crawl into her arms and hide from the world but Octavia was right. Her people needed her. They would always need her. She only hoped that one day, one day soon, the conflict between their people would be over and peace would spread throughout the 13 clans so for once since landing on Earth she would be able to live and not just survive. Clarke took another deep breath before pushing herself away from the door.

Her smile quickly faded upon noticing a beaten and unconscious Murphy tied to the chair at the foot of her bed. She paused for a moment before jumping into healer mood and ran towards him immediately checking for a pulse while trying to untie him.

"He's alive," a voice said.

Clarke looked up to see Titus standing across the room "What did you do to my friend?" she asked firmly.

"Your friend was caught stealing from people on their way to the Polis market," Titus informed her.

A groan from Murphy caught Clarke's attention as he started to come around "you're going to be alright," she whispered and went to remove the gag from his mouth.

"Please don't do that" Titus ordered but Clarke continued to work on the knot until Titus pulled a gun from behind his back.

Clarke slowly stood and raised her hands above her head while taking a few steps away from Murphy, who was struggling against his restraints trying to break free but it was useless and all he could do was watch.

"Titus, what is this about?" she asked. Her voice shaking as her mind frantically went through the possibilities of safety getting both herself and Murphy out of there.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this, Clarke. Truly, I am" he said moving closer to her.

"I'm leaving, right now. Octavia's waiting for me. Just let me take Murphy and we'll go," she tried reasoning with him.

"Wish I could but Lexa will never execute her duty while you live," he told her raising the gun.

"Titus, you don't want to do this" Clarke said while taking a few steps towards the door and away from Murphy hoping Titus would follow her movements, inwardly sighing with relief when he did. She continued inching towards the door trying to put as much distance between herself and Murphy as she could so if the gun went off he wouldn't be in danger.

"Don't move Clarke" Titus ordered and she stopped. Through the gag, Murphy called to her shouting something Clarke couldn't fully make out but guessed it was something along the lines of 'RUN'. Clarke looked towards Murphy and shook her head indicating she wasn't going to leave without him.

Clarke remained calm and looked back at Titus trying to think of something. If she could make it to the door then she might be able to find help, a guard or someone, but what if someone was already there, what if it was Lexa and Titus pulls the trigger… quickly Clarke shook the thought from her mind. She couldn't put any more lives in danger. She needed to try and stop him. She needed to get the gun away from him.

"Think, Titus. She'll know it was you" she tried once again to get through to him 'Come on Titus just let me leave' her thoughts pleaded but she knew that he would never do that. Not now. He believed that love is weakness. He believed that she was a threat that will cost Lexa her life just as Gustus had. He believed in jus drein jus daun. He held those beliefs close and at one time Lexa did too. But Lexa changed, she came to believe that life should be about more than just surviving or at the very least she was starting to and it was all because of her. All of this was because of her.

"She'll believe it was him, a Skaikru weapon in the hands of a Skaikru thief. She might even be angry enough to declare war" he said pulling the trigger.

Quickly Clarke ducked behind her armchair as the bullet ricocheted off the metal bedpost. He fried again and again ended up missing, this time shattering the vase on her dresser. Clarke stayed ducked down behind the chair thankful that Grounders had terrible aim due to the fact that they had never used guns before.

"Titus, please you don't want to do this" she pleaded from her hiding place.

"I have no choice, Clarke," he told her taking aim once again.

"That's the thing, Titus, we all have a choice," she said getting to her feet, hands raised and stepping out from behind the chair. "I know that all you want to do is protect Lexa and I understand that, this is difficult," she said hoping one last time that she would be able to help him understand that she wasn't a threat. "I know that this is your job. Your purpose" she continued "You were there when Lexa lost Costia. She created the Coalition to stop the war between the clans, to make peace and protect each other from the Mountain. That is what she wants" she said never taking her eyes off him. Clarke could easily see how his hand shook under the unfamiliar weight of the gun and hoped he wouldn't be able to hold it up much longer. "I know change is difficult but we all need to because …" Clarke was cut off by pounding on her door and the sound of a gunshot rang in her ears.

Translation:

jus drein jus daun - blood must have blood