"Noo.

NOOO. Get away from them. NOOO."

The scream that followed was heard all the way from the sleep unit to the dining room.

It was late for dinner but the usuals were there talking, arguing mostly, about everything and nothing.

Bellamy was sitting with his arm around Echo and she was resting her head on his shoulder. Raven was playing a game she had made up with Murphy and Emori with Zeke were commenting on it. Clarke and Jordan were sitting on the most distant table, whispering to each other, with the occasional smiles and smirks that were as rare on Clarke as they were usual on Jordan.

Jordan was saying something when Clarke gasped in surprise and spoke louder than she might intended.

"That is not true. Listen to me Jordan, I was the best at this I don't care what your mom told you."

Jordan was giggling at her reaction and everyone had turned their eyes to Clarke's table. She was actually blushing and smiling after, well after centuries.

That of course didn't last.

"And if someone is better, you'll just kill'em. Right?"

It was Murphy's poisonous comment.

Clarke's face fell and so did Jordan's, but she didn't answer.

She didn't even turn to look at Murphy. And before he had the time to proceed with another colorful comment, the screaming and yelling was heard that had Clarke jump on her feet and run towards the corridor that it was heard from.

Because Clarke would recognize that scream, she would know who that voice belonged to even if it was masked and muffled.

She had spent hours and hours listening to that voice, talking, shouting, singing, trying to learn English, mature over the years.

She would know the voice of her child anywhere.

Seconds later she was opening the door of the room she and Madi was sharing, terrified of what she might find and ready to fight everyone and anyone.

The twelve year old commander was kicking and punching in her sleep, she was sweating and flustered from her nightmare.

Clarke breathed, it was just a bad dream.

She had never seen Madi have a nightmare so bad, though. Courtesy of the chip in her neck.

She walked over to her bed and sat at Madi's sight.

She slowly called her name with the sweetest tone she could master and brushed her hair out of her sweaty forehead.

Clarke called on her daughter again, a little louder and this time she rested her hand on her cheek.

The girl seemed to relax a little but she was still fighting in her head.

Clarke whispered sweet little nothings towards her daughter, maybe she could just talk the nightmare away, maybe she didn't have to wake Madi up.

"My little natblida, I am here, you can rest now.

I will protect you, you will live a happy life, even if it's not normal as we had thought.

Relax now, let your guard now, I'll be by your side, and your mom will protect you too. Just like my daddy is protecting all of us."

There was a thud on the door and Madi sat up suddenly while putting an arm in front of Clarke to protect her.

Well there goes plan a.

Clarke turned her head and from the first time since she entered the room she noticed that everyone that was in the dining room plus her mom, Miller and Jackson were standing near the door not speaking, barely breathing and watching the scene in front of them.

The noise was caused by Jordan who in his effort to listen, he had stumbled his way to Bellamy, who was standing inside the room by Abby's side.

Madi had tears in her eyes when she dropped her hand and Clarke engulfed her in a hug.

Only the young commander's legs were now visible while she started fully crying in her mom's embrace and Clarke forgot everyone else.

«Hey, you're safe, you're okay. Breathe my love, it was just a dream. A nightmare it's gone now. »

«You were almost dead, you just lied there. »

Clarke took a little distance from the girl and brought both her little hands to her face.

«Look I'm here, I'm warm. » Madi buried her head on Clarke's embrace once again with one sudden move.

«I will do anything to keep you safe. » Madi mumbled loud enough for only Clarke to hear.

The blond chuckled dryly, her daughter was a Griffin through and through.

«You don't have to, my little heda, remember I am the Wanheda I say how long I stay alive. »

At the mention of Wanheda Echo seemed to jerk up and realize that maybe they all shouldn't be here at a personal situation like this.

She silently urged the others to leave with her.

After a moment only Abby, Bellamy and Murphy were standing in the door.

«You promise you'll be right here? »

Madi asked as she pulled her head further away in order to see Clarke's eyes.

Clarke smiled, she dried if her daughter's cheeks that were wet from tears with her fingers and placed a firm kiss to her forehead.

«I promise you I will live more than I'm supposed to. I will fight with all my power to stay with you.

If I have only one last breath I will hold it until I know you'll be okay. »

Clarke was crying too now. Bellamy looked over at Abby who was tearing up as well, taking his eyes away from the mother and the daughter duo for the first time since they had ran in.

He knew they should just walk away, but he couldn't stop looking at them.

He felt the need to go over there and protect them and at the same time he felt the guilt consuming him.

He was the reason they were at this situation. He was the one who gave this little innocent girl the nightmares. He had put the damn chip inside her head.

Murphy was the one who guided both of the others outside.

As soon as they were far enough Abby kneeled down and cried.

Bellamy kneeled opposite of her and asked her if she was okay, as Murphy walked away.

"She is a mother, now. My baby girl is a mother, and a very good one. And I wasn't there to see it. She is far better than me, so I can't even help now.

Those damn years, ruined all of our relationships." She dried her tears and started to wake up when Bellamy touched her arm.

"It's not too late, to be a part of her life. She needs you, she has a pretty stubborn kid, and I am sure she was one too. She will need you to tell her she is doing okay. Abby, she will need you for support. And even if she doesn't need you, she will come to you because she just loves you."

Abby cracked a smile and finally stood up at the same time as Bellamy did.

"Thank you, Bellamy. "

Bellamy was startled. He couldn't remember the last time Abby had called him by his name. Usually she just called him 'you' or talked to him without addressing him.

Abby was gone when Murphy talked from the shadows. It turns out he didn't leave.

"You seem a bit shaken up too. "

"Shut up Murphy."

"What we saw doesn't erase what she did."

"Don't you start with me, Murphy."

«Why, you still ignoring what happened? Pretend everything is okay?»

«No, because I am the reason this kid inside there is having nightmares.

I am the reason a little girl is getting mentally tortured every night.»

«You knew that would happen.»

«I was just trying to save… everyone.»

«No, you were trying to save Clarke. Again. But that's beside the point. It's been 125 years and you and her haven't fully talked yet.

If you want to feel better Bellamy, talk to her.»

Bellamy didn't respond.

Inside the room, Clarke and Madi had laid down on the bed and were snuggling with Clarke having her arm around Madi and Madi resting have of her body on Clarke's.

«I'm sorry I scared you.»

»Nonsense you actually saved me from another confrontation with Murphy.»

«He stayed longer than the others. They're going to think i am weak.»

«I didn't like that they were just staring either, but i am sure they're not going to think you're weak.

You're too badass to be weak.»

«They may not think that anymore.»

«Madi, I assure you, every single one of these people have had nightmares like yours. I've actually been present for a couple of theirs.»

You're not weak, you're anything but weak. Other people would have lost it after seeing everyone they had known dead. You, you are perfect.» Madi smiled in Clarke's chest, while a tear left her eye.

"You're just saying that because you're my… because you love me.» Clarke ignored Madi's hesitation to finish her first sentence.

"You have no idea how much I love you. But that's not it. You are intelligent, talented, quick on your feet, funny, the right amount of sarcastic, and the right amount of serious. And you're barely a teenager. Imagine what we'll happen later.

You're perfect.»

«Then you're perfect too."

Clarke snorted.

"Not one person would agree with you."

"Well, you are the one who taught me everything I know. I am just like you. So if I am perfect, you are perfect."

Clarke didn't argue. "Okay, Madi."

They lay there for a few moments.

"Wanna tell me what you saw?" Madi held Clarke a little tighter but she started telling her what had happened in her nightmare.

When Murphy entered his room after a few hours, Emori was there lying on the floor and looking at the ceiling.

"You're back." she just said and sat up.

"Yeah, I needed some time.

Which isn't logical. I just saw Clarke helping her daughter out of a nightmare, it's not like learning I slept for 125 years. It's significantly easier to get in my head. So I've been walking around thinking why I have to think about it. And I got nothing.

So why do you think I need to process this so much?"

Murphy took at the floor near his girlfriend and lied just like she did a few seconds ago. She followed him down and looked at the ceiling once again.

"Yeah, everyone's thinking the exact same thing."

"Well, did someone find a conclusion?"

"Raven says, that we already knew Clarke loved Madi, but this is the first time we have actually seen how much Madi needs Clarke too.

Miller pointed out that Clarke was a closed off person usually who didn't let anyone see how much she cares. And we suddenly, after all the things she just whispered we saw just how much she loves her, and how much Madi depends on her. And Madi although pretty young, she is pretty closed off too, it's kind of a big deal."

Murphy thought about all the new information and then asked.

"What did Echo say?"

"Echo was the only one who didn't have anything to say. And when Shaw asked her she just said, she knew Clarke loved Madi, and that Madi loved Clarke, so that was no news to her."

They stayed silent for a while.

"Who knew Wanheda could still show affection?"

John made a rhetorical question.

"I still can't forgive her." Emori pointed out.

The pair looked at the ceiling for a while longer with their hand interlocked between them when John finally asked.

"What are we doing on the floor again?"

And they both chuckled.