Hey folks I'm so so so sorry for long wait but work is really hectic last few weeks (from 8 coworkers there is only 2 of us left and we have to help the other part of our department...ugh.

...Anyway it's mostly just filler this time...hope you will like it :)

And as always - huge thank you to nutheda who is still betaing this thing (and not yelling at me for being totally useless with writing new chapters xD)


Lexa entered the infirmary and gently lowered Clarke on top of the bed that Abby indicated.

"I will look over him, take off her shirt in the meantime.." The doctor pointed in Roan's direction.

Lexa nodded in understanding to Abby's order and pulled Clarke up so she was sitting on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge.

She took the hem of Clarke's shirt and tried to pull it up, but she stopped when she heard Clarke yelp in pain. Lexa jumped away and released the shirt. "Did I hurt you?"

"Thanks to the dried blood, my shirt is practically glued to my body. You will have to cut off the front, and as for the back... it can be done later."

Lexa nodded and Clarke gave her the dagger with which she killed Emerson. The commander nodded her thanks and started carefully cutting off the shirt, an occasional hiss came from Clarke.

In the meantime, Abby guided Roan to a different bed. "Take your clothes off too." After he did she looked at the deep gash on his side. "Looks like a clean cut. I'm just going to make sure it doesn't get infected then you'll be free to go." She moved her eyes over the bruises on his body, followed by applying some pressure over his ribs which caused him to take a quick breath. "And broken ribs. You will need to take it easy for few days." She turned to Raven. "Raven, bring me a few bandages, peroxide, and he will need stitches."

Raven nodded and moved to a cabinet to collect things while murmuring, "Wow she really let me do something."

Roan shook his head and turned to Lexa. "Are all Skaikru this bossy?"

Raven laughed on her way back to them. "No it's just the Griffin's family." She handed the items to Abby. "Just remember never to argue with them. That would be a battle you would not win."

"Raven!" Clarke yelled at the girl. "We are both right here."

"Hey Griff, someone has to tell this buddy how it works. He saved our asses again, we don't want him to get hurt."

Both of the Griffin women just shook their heads at Raven.

Lexa finally finished removing of the front part of Clarke's shirt when the blonde girl shook her head and tried to get up. "My coat! I need to go find my coat."

Lexa pushed her back into a seated position on the bed while blocking her exit route with her body. "No."

"I can get it." Lincoln chimed in.

All eyes turned to Octavia and Lincoln still standing at doors.

Clarke chewed her lower lip and hesitantly answered. "I would rather… ehm… no." It was not that she would not trust Lincoln, but he is close to Octavia and that throws a little bit of untrustworthiness towards him too.

Lexa's eyes darkened. "You!" She growled in Octavia's direction and moved away from the blonde, dagger still in hand, but she was stopped by Clarke holding her free hand.

"Please stay here." Clarke pleaded in a weak and silent voice- one that only Lexa could hear.

The brunette nodded and sheathed the dagger into one of her empty sheaths on her belt. She placed her hand on the blonde's thigh and started soothing it with her thumb. "I'm right here." With that she kissed Clarke's forehead.

The blonde smiled and laid her head on Lexa's shoulder to relax a little.

"Get out of my infirmary!" Abby looked from her work to Octavia with angry eyes. "If you're not seriously injured I don't want you here." She paused for a moment before adding, "Or anywhere near my daughter for that matter."

"We can help with..." Octavia was cut off by Abby again. "You have done enough already!"

Raven noticed that Octavia wanted to argue so she jumped in, hoping to avoid anymore bloodshed. "Just leave Octavia." She shook her head. "You two can help Indra with pyres." She moved away from Abby, closer to Octavia and Lincoln. "Besides our buddy king..." She pointed at Roan. "is almost finished and three of us on Clarke will be enough."

Lincoln nodded in acknowledgment to her words. "We will go then." He looked at Octavia for the first time in two days and motioned for her to leave the room.

Octavia let out a deep sigh and the both of them left.

Abby nodded, satisfied with the outcome and went back to Roan's stitches while Raven moved to Clarke and Lexa. "I will get the coat." Clarke moved her head away from Lexa's shoulder and took a breath, ready to argue, but Raven beat her to it. "Don't worry." She leaned closer and whispered, so Abby and Roan couldn't hear her, "I will make sure the book is ok."

The two girls turned to her with wide eyes. "I saw you hiding it in your coat in the tent, remember?" She smiled. "And you always, apparently unaware, touch the spot to make sure it's still there. Plus, I doubt you're this desperate for just a coat."

Clarke bit her lip nervously. "Please don't tell anyone. It's…"

She was once again stopped by Raven. "The less I know the better, I guess."

Clarke smiled at her. "Thank you, Rae."

Raven smiled back and made her way out of the room to find Clarke's coat.

"All done!" Abby exclaimed. "Take it slow for a few days Roan, and if anything hurts feel free to come back."

"Of course." Roan grunted and turned to Clarke and Lexa. "Heda, Wanheda." And with that he left.

Abby quickly collected her things and put them on a cart which she pushed to Clarke's bed. "So..."

Lexa moved slightly away so the doctor could take a look at Clarke's injuries.

"Well good thing is that not everything will need stitches." She gave her daughter a weak smile while she took a needle. "And the bad is we don't have any anesthetic."

Clarke nodded. "Well go on, it can't be worse than the actual torture right?" She chuckled in an attempt of lightening the mood.

"Clarke! You should not be joking about this." Abby scolded and started working on the huge cut on her stomach.

Clarke hissed in pain and moved her hand to Lexa.

The brunette got the cue and took her hand into hers. "Your mother is right, ain niron, you should not be joking about this. It wasn't a pleasant scene." She bit her inner cheek as the image came back to her mind.

Clarke reassuringly squeezed her hand. "We are all alive and they don't have the flame that's all that matters."

After that, they went into a comfortable silence until Abby cleaned and sewed the gash on Clarke's stomach and the injury made by the saw. "So the easiest part is done," she sighed. "Now lay on your stomach."

Clarke nodded and with Lexa's help laid down.

"Can I help somehow?" Lexa asked- not liking being useless.

"Well if you could go on other side of bed so you don't stand in my way?" Abby smiled at the brunette to show her it wasn't meant in offensive way.

Lexa took the chair that was not too far away and moved to other side. She sat on it, and again took Clarke's hand into her own while Abby inspected Clarke's wounds. "Something else?"

"Well the shirt is held onto her back by dried blood, and from the looks of it there are small pieces of cloth in the wound." Abby raised her head and looked at Lexa. "It will be painful. Some distraction would be nice." She noticed their joined hands and chuckled. "I see that you're already working on it."

Clarke turned to the doctor and yelled, "Mum!"

Lexa was looking at the older woman as if she was a deer caught in headlights.

Abby laughed at the sight. "It's ok Lexa." She turned her attention back to Clarke's back and started slowly removing the rest of the shirt. "I'm not going to kill you for holding my daughter's hand."

Clarke turned her head back to brunette and rolled her eyes. "You better not." She squeezed Lexa's hand as the pain shot through her body. "Otherwise all this would be really pointless."

Lexa recovered from her shock and turned back to Clarke. "I thought you didn't like to talk about my death."

"Well the one day we actually didn't talk about it you almost died right in front of me, so..."

Lexa leaned into the blonde and placed a single kiss on her forehead. "Keyword is almost."

Clarke cried out in pain and commander's head immediately shot up to see what happened.

Abby was holding a big part of the shirt and half of the Clarke's back was already uncovered. The sight of it made Lexa sick. It was bright read and swelling. To add to the horror of the sight, chunks of the skin were missing. Lexa gulped.

"It's that bad?"

Lexa saw Clarke watching her intently. She didn't want to lie to blonde, so she just squeezed her hand and weakly smiled.

"I see… so it's really bad." Clarke smirked and immediately hissed in pain again.

Lexa cleared her throat and decided to change the subject. "Tell me about your time in the sky."

The blonde smiled lovingly at the commander for her making an effort to take her mind away from what was happening. "What do you want to know Lex?"

"I don't know." Lexa shrugged and thought for a moment. "Tell me what you did in your free time."

Clarke smiled. "Well, I always loved drawing- as you already know." Lexa nodded at her to continue. "If you saw my prison cell you would laugh. I drew all over the place." She smiled at the memory. "I drew how I thought the Earth looks. There were trees and the sun over the sea, and I even drew something that looked too much like your tower." She looked into Lexa's eyes and smiled. "I guess I was meant to find you."

Lexa smiled back. "Sha." She leaned into Clarke, and after kissing her head she whispered, "Osir keryon ste teina, ain niron." (Our souls are intertwined, my love)

Clarke's smile only grew wider and she had to pull Lexa in for another kiss. She poured all the love she felt for her into it, both girls completely forgetting the world around them for the moment.

Abby cleared her throat. "Girls? I didn't mean this kind of distraction."

Lexa quickly shot back in her chair, trying to sit as straight as possible, while looking at anything but the two women in the room.

And Clarke just sighed at the interruption.

Abby chuckled and shook her head. "I would appreciate it if you would not move, Clarke, and trust me- it's for your own good."

"Sorry mum."

There was a long silence until Lexa felt Clarke gripping her hand harder and harder. "So.. ehm…" She looked at Abby, and when the older woman didn't look like she minded her talking she continued, "What else did you do in your free time?"

Clarke smiled again, glad for the distraction. "Well I often talked with Wells in cafeteria." Lexa felt the grip on her hand loosening a little. "And we used to play chess."

The brunette's brow furrowed. "Chess?"

Clarke eagerly nodded. "Yeah, he was the one of few who could actually stand a chance against me. You don't know the game?"

Lexa shook her head. "I never had much time for games really."

"Well I can teach you if you want. It's a game based on strategic thinking so I believe you would like it." Clarke beamed at the other girl.

Lexa smiled. "Once we are back in the safety of Polis I would love to learn this game."

They were just looking at each other for some time before Lexa broke the silence. "So tell me about Wells."

Clarke's smiled a sad smile. "Well he was my best friend for as long as I remember. When we first met he…"


The ending is left like this because I just didn't know how to end it and this sounded...artistic xD