Snuppet #1- Paralysis

Pairing: Clexa

Rating: Children be Wary (K+)

Notes: So this snippet has been bouncing around my head for a while without a fic to call home, and because i have a lot of these i'v decided to make a small snuppet series which which will house the small scenes and scenarios that dont make it into fics or i just dont plan on making full fics for. Most of these will probably be unedited when posted so please forgive any mistakes.

"I'll see you in a few days once I finish up here."

Lexa nodded, craning her neck to look down at the blonde from atop her horse. Her travel party shuffled behind her, finishing the last of their preparations as the two leaders said their fair wells. The Commander was to travel back to Polis to inform the council of Ambassadors that the leader of the bandit insurgence had been slain and their forces scattered. Clarke was to remain, acting as the leader of the remaining forces, to capture, or kill if necessary, any stragglers.

Reaching up, Clarke pulled the Commander down, holding her waist to keep her on the horse, and kissed her strongly. They may understand the necessity of separating from each other (Clarke was essentially a second Commander in all but name), but that didn't mean they liked it.

"Send a messenger once you reach Polis so I know you're safe. I'll send a report back with them."

She said quietly as they separated. Lexa nodded again, a sad smile quirking her lips. A warrior yelled from the travel party, signalling their readiness to depart. At that, the Commander straightened, face set into its regular neutral expression. Clarke stepped away as she turned her horse with practiced movements, watching as the brunette commanded her forces.

"It is time to move out. Let's go."

Clarke watched, leaning against a tents support pole as her partner began her journey. A pang of longing stung in her chest, but she pushed it away knowing she would see her again soon. That longing quickly turned into panic as a whistling sound filled the air, then a fleshy thunk as an arrow blossomed from Lexa's back. Jumping up, she drew her pistol and knife, crouching down only a second later as an arrow buried itself in the post just above her head. She examined the vibrating shaft eyes wide. The fletching looked like that of the bandits they had been fighting only a day before.

Swallowing she turned to the chaos that had broken out in the camp. bandits had descended from the trees, and the warriors had gone to meet them with sword and knife. Lexa had stayed on her horse, ridding through the masses and cutting down any enemy she could reach with ease. Arrows had stopped flying, so Clarke assumed their warriors had dispatched the archers, but the number of bandits was worrying. Was this one final strike with the last of their forces, or had she and Lexa miss an entire enemy cell? She shook her head to clear it. Whatever the answer, they needed to fight.

Rushing forward, she joined the clash, stabbing and slashing, and shooting when necessary, slowly making her way through the mass of writhing bodies towards Lexa. Clarke kept an eye on her partner, the arrow was still embedded within her shoulder as she fought, putting the blonde healer on edge.

The fighting is still going strong when Lexa slowed suddenly, slumping over in her saddle with little warning. Clarkes eyes widened, heart racing in near panic. Shooting her current opponent without thought, she ran to the falling brunette, catching her as she slid boneless from the saddle. The battle still raged around them as she held her, heart pounding. Quickly, trying not to draw attention, she dragged the limp girl behind one of the tents, leaning her against a support beam.

After snapping the shaft of the arrow, the healer carefully cradled her partners face. Lexa's eyes were open but unfocused, clouded and staring off into the distance. Was the arrow poisoned? The blonde clenched her jaw, thinking of her healing bag hanging from a hook next to her bed several tents away.

Her attention is drawn slightly by a bandit dashing around the tents corner, blade drawn and face snarling. Barely taking her eyes off of Lexa she drew her gun, firing off a shot into the mans chest, her focus entirely captured by her other half. Returning her gun to its holster, she drew Lexa closer to her, resting the brunettes head against her shoulder as she examined the wound in her back. Blood obscured the flesh, making it hard to see if there were any clues as to what could have been on the arrow.

She feels anger burst through her feelings of worry as another person rounds the tent. She whips out her pistol again, leveling it with the new comer, only pausing as she sees Indra, who comes to kneel beside her. The general has her healing bag clasped tightly in one fist.

"We need to get you two out of here. The Commander is injured and you are the only one who can help her."

The healer nods. Her first priority will always be Lexa's safety. Gripping the brunettes arm, she hoists her over her shoulders into a fireman's carry. She is heavy, weighed down by armour and weapons, but Clarke clenches her teeth and works through the strain. Indra signals to follow, sword drawn as she takes point, leading them between the tents discretely.

They are only confronted by a few enemy warriors that Indra dispatches quickly as they make their way to the area where the horses are tied. The beasts, sensing the conflict are skittish, bucking and tossing their heads in irritation. The older warrior calms and unties one quickly, leading it away from its agitated brethren. A saddle is quickly strapped on, as well as a hastily thrown together pack of supplies stolen from another saddled horse.

Handing Lexa off to their general, Clarke swung herself up onto their steed, pulling at the reigns to keep it steady as the brunettes limp form is handed back to her. Placing the older girl in front of her on the saddle, the blonde leans her back, careful of her shoulder, and grips her tightly around her waist. Swallowing, she looks down at Indra. The general looks up at her face stony.

"Take care of her Sky girl."

She pauses.

"And yourself as well."

Clenching her jaw as she feels her eyes burn, she nods, unable to respond. Gripping her charge tighter, she tugged on the reigns, wheeling the horse around, and shooting off into the forest away from the battle, not daring to look back at the chaos.

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