A Union?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned in this story. The idea is from 'theseaisagreatplace' and 'orange-yarn' on tumblr

A/N: (This diverges off from episode nine, the first part is the bridge scene from episode nine but altered.)

A dark haired girl paces across a desolate and falling apart bridge. She nervously bites her fingers and keeps a look out. Green eyes darting to and fro with nervous energy. A short blonde walks out of the woods, followed by a lanky boy with disarrayed hair. "So that's how you set this up Finn?" The blonde looks to the boy then to the brunette girl. "Octavia, you helped him escape." It is not a question but a tired acknowledgment.

"I trust him Clarke." The brunette speaks sincerely.

"There's a lot of that going around." The blonde sighs and her eyes look at the two brunette that are fighting for peace.

"Someone's coming!" The boy speaks up, his voice loud and slightly hinged in alarm.

"LINCOLN!" Octavia's voice is relieved as a dark man, no older than 20 comes running to them, he snatches the brunette girl up into a long hug. Below them in the tree-lines wait three people, a tanned skinned girl with dark hair stares at the two hugging. "I guess we know how he escaped." The two brunette boys, one with similar features to Octavia and the other with long scrawny limbs make a face.

Hooves sound on the ground and the tall man, Lincoln, pulls Octavia behind him. A woman rides between two men. The horses huff and stomp as they come to a stop."Horses." Clarke's voice is full of shock and awe as she stares at the huge creature.

The boy, Finn, speaks up as he looks over the three riders. "I thought we said no weapons?"

Lincoln stares at his people. "I was told there wouldn't be." Octavia grips his arm as he holds Finn back from going towards the riders.

"It's to late now." The blonde, Clarke, sighs and begins to move forward.

Finn moves to follow her but the man holds him back. "She goes alone."

Clarke smiles back at him. "I'll be fine, its time to do better." She turns back and begins to walk towards the riders.

The tall woman, blonde hair framing her face in reckless curls, slides off her horse coming forward. They are watched by their people until the met in the middle. "Your name is Clarke." The taller blonde looks at the younger one, eyes talking in the odd clothing.

"It is." Clarke nods her head slightly.

"I am Anya." The taller blonde stares at the one who fell from the sky.

The younger blonde sticks her hand out for Anya to shake. The leader looks at it before Clarke drops it to her side. "I think we got off to a rough start." Clarke's voice is strong yet soft. "We want to find a way to live together in peace."

Anya stares at her before speaking tersely. "I understand." She pauses as she looks over the slightly shorter girl. "You started a war you don't know how to end."

The younger girl's face turns up in confusion and shock. "We didn't start this." Her team watches on in silence. The gangly boy scans the trees with his gun. Her co-leader stares at his sister before moving eyes back to the blonde. The tan skinned girl stares at Finn before moving her gun to be trained on the warriors.

Anya's face steels. "You attacked us for no reason."

Shock graces Clarke's face and voice. "What?"

Anya's shifts on her feet, as if annoyed or angry. "Your rockets. They burned down an entire village." Her face is tense and angry.

Clarke shakes her head. "They were flares to signal our family. We didn't know."

Anya steps closer and Lincoln holds Finn back. "You are the invaders."

Clarke shakes her head. "We didn't know anyone was here."

Anya tilts her head and breathes deeply. "You landed in our territory."

Clarke sighs, blue eyes desperate. "We didn't know you were here."

"You knew enough to kidnap one of our own and torture him." She looks to Lincoln. "These are acts of war." Anya's voice is oddly calm and Clarke shifts on her feet.

Clarke swallows and then speaks, voice strong. "I see your point but that's why we need to put an end to this."

Anya tilts her head, calculating. "I agree, your acts of war have made you an enemy." She pauses and everyone of Clarke and Bellamy's people freeze as they wait on baited breath. "But we already have too many enemies. Join me in a Peace Union. We will cease all war effort and have peace." Anya stares at the leader of the Sky people.

Clarke nods her head. "Okay. What do I need to do?"

"You must come back to my village to complete the ceremony." Anya looks to her men and says something, her voice sharp and deep. Lincoln seems to relax slightly. His muscles loosening.

Clarke stands tall and swallows. "Do I go alone?" Her voice carries across the bridge.

Anya stays quiet as if debating it before she speaks, loud enough for the former prisoners to hear. "You can bring one person."

Finn steps forward but Clarke shakes her head. "Octavia, will you come with me?" Octavia nods and Lincoln stills, looking warily between everyone. "Finn head back to camp, that's an order. Tell Bellamy that we are finishing the peace union." Finn clenches his jaw but nods.

Anya turns. "Follow me." She slips back onto her horse. "Get on." Her eyes turn to Lincoln. "Lincoln, take Lone's horse and ride with the one you call Octavia." Lincoln nods and one of the warriors slips off of his horse and hops on behind the other warrior. The horses snort and Anya turns back to Clarke, who is staring at the horse in awe. "Get on." Her voice is sharp. Clarke swallows before reaching up and struggling before she pulls herself up. Anya offers no help. "Tell your people we will be back with your leader tomorrow morning. In peace." With those final words to Finn she turns the horse and they take off running.

Clarke clings to the woman's waist after almost falling off. Behind them Octavia whoops loudly in joy and Clarke has a smile blooming across her face. They ride for a few minutes before they come to path between the trees. There is a large gate that opens when Anya gets close. Inside the camp it looks similar to the hundred's camp. Tents scattered in a pattern. A meat hut. They were varied. Some were metal, others logs and some made of flowing material, like the parachutes the hundred use for their tents, for walls. Anya stops the horse and slips off, some small children come running forward and take the horse after Clarke and Octavia awkwardly slide off of the huge creatures. "Octavia will bear witness of this union from you clan, my clan will bear witness. Come." Her voice is neutral yet demanding.

They follow and Clarke remains silent, Octavia slips behind her and squeezes her hand briefly. Lincoln pulls her back with quiet words. "You must stay behind Clarke, she is your leader." Octavia nods with confusion.

They continue until they make it to a pedestal. "People of the Western Blood Tribe of the Woods Clan listen to your leader now. I have decided to join in a Peace Union with the leader of the Sky Clan. You will bear witness to this. Any acts of war from her clan or my own will result in war and death." Her people watch with veiled interest, slowly each mask is removed and the bow down low. Some make grimaces and then Lincoln pulls Octavia down to bow. A man comes forward. His body covered in dark markings and scars.

He pulls out a knife with a huge decorated handle and bright silver blade. "Do you both wish for this peace union?"

"Yes Shaman." Anya's voice is low and deep but her people hear her.

The man turns deep brown eyes to Clarke. She repeats the words of Anya, no hesitation. They needed peace. "Yes Shaman." Clarke bows her head in a nod.

The man looks to Octavia. "Sky Clan, do you bear witness to this union?"

Octavia looks up and nods as she looks to Clarke. "Yes Shaman."

He turns to the crowd. "Do you of Blood Tribe bear witness to this union?"

"Yes Shaman." The voices are loud but together.

He nods. "May you be bound by blood." He pulls their hands forward and slices Anya's left hand and then grabs Clarke. She looks at him warily before he slices her palm open. He brings their hands together. "Blood and Sky Clan are bound by blood! May there be unity between our clans."

Anya walks off the pedestal and Clarke follows her. "Tonight we hunt! Tomorrow we hunt and feast with the Sky Clan!" Anya's voice is strong and loud, her people cheer loudly. She turns to Clarke. "Follow me."

Octavia moves to follow but Lincoln holds her back, strong hands gentle against her shoulder. "This is just for them. We've witnessed what we needed."

"What do you mean?" Octavia stares at Lincoln in confusion, her face twisting.

Lincoln stares at her. "They have been unioned, now they will celebrate as unioned do. In Anya's tent. Tomorrow we will all feast and celebrate at your camp. There won't be bloodshed between our groups."

Octavia tilts her head. "Union? You guys keep saying union, why not treaty?" Confusion flashes in her eyes before her mind begins to catch up. "Oh god. Union." Lincoln nods his head. "They're?"

"Yes, that is typically what unions are and how peace is brought between clans. Either their leaders are unioned or their children. Since neither have kids they were unioned." Lincoln swallows as he finishes speaking, his eyes gaze softly at Octavia. "It was more than we could have hoped for."

"Does Clarke know?" Her voice is soft and Lincoln shrugs helplessly. She sighs and finger pull at her dark hair before she steps forward. "We need to tell her so she gets it. I need to warn her, she doesn't know."

"You can't they've already made it to Anya's tent. Now we wait." His eyes gaze softly at Octavia.

Octavia sighs before looking to Lincoln. "Do they have to, y'know." She shrugs and rolls her eyes. "Do they have to have sex in order for the union to be completed."

"In most cases it is only done to produce heirs. Next leaders. But since they are both female, I do not know. Most will expect Anya to claim Clarke." Lincoln swallows.

Anya pulls Clarke into the tent, it is away from the center of camp, but close enough to hear the shuffle of the warriors. "Strip." Anya's voice is emotionless.

"Excuse me?!" Clarke's voice is high with shock and disbelief.

"Strip. We must consummate the union. It is what unified do." Anya steps forward and Clarke stands taller.

"No. What are you saying? Consummate? Oh god. Union." She pauses and the knowledge shows in her eyes when she swallows. "I am not having sex with you."

Anya steps closer, eyebrows furrowed. "The Unioned must. Now strip." Her voice doesn't change at all. Clarke shoves her back and Anya moves like a snake. Gripping Clarke's hands and then knocking Clarke's feet out from under her. Clarke lets out a small squeak and the warriors around the camp grin as if knowing what's going on. They make crude gestures and mention Anya finally getting laid. Lone hits the two men in the head with a bow staff.

Inside the tent Clarke struggles against Anya's bigger form. Her jaw is clenched as she looks at the almost bored Anya resting on her hips. Anya doesn't touch her, just rests on her hips as if waiting for Clarke to do something. Clarke struggles to throw the bigger woman off but to no avail. Finally she stops and pants. She opens her mouth to scream, it passes her lips for half a second before Anya covers her mouth. The woman's lips are near Clarke's ear. "You scream and they think I took you unwillingly, they will not value the Peace Union."

Clarke bites her hand and Anya pulls it back with a scowl. "I am unwilling!" Clarke struggles against her. "In my clan this is rape and is punishable by death!" Her voice is quiet and Anya stares down at her.

The Blood Clan leader tilts her head, eyes confused. "So if I consummate this I break your laws." Clarke nods. "My clan expect me to have claimed you already." She tilts her head again, face like stone and Clarke shifts under the stoney gaze. "What do you expect me to do Sky Clan?"

Clarke huffs but her eyes aren't as panicked, Anya hadn't touched her inappropriately yet and she seemed to be at a loss. Confused yet emotionless. "I've already made enough sounds and there has been enough noise and thumping from us struggling to make them think we did it. They don't have to know the difference. You will break the Peace Union if you rape me."

Anya scowls deeply, offended. "I was not going to rape you. You are my unioned we are suppose to have sex."

"Not against the other's will." Clarke's voice is steel.

Anya frowns and then leans down, jaw clenching. "I believe we have been in here long enough. Everyone must think we've consummated especially your clan. My people already expect it, if your clan thinks you haven't then the union will be broken." Clarke nods and Anya slides off of her. She wraps a cloth around her hand. Her blood is smeared across Clarke's face and Clarke's own is soaked into the leader of Blood Tribe's clothes. "Let us go. Next is hunting, I will introduce you to the rest of my people as is customary. Then we will hunt for tomorrow's dinner. You must prove yourself worthy to be unioned to me." Clarke sighs as she stands up. Anya looks at her and nods. "Let us go now." The walk out of the tent together and the people of the Western Blood Tribe get back to work.

Octavia looks to Clarke. Her eye widening as she sees the blood on her face and the red marks on her wrists. "Clarke." Her voice is pained and worried.

Lincoln pulls her back. "Don't they will see her as weak. Do not baby her." His eyes are distressed before he sighs.

Clarke walks towards them, Anya at her side. Octavia's eyes take in the blood on Anya's clothing. She swallows. "You should have wrapped your hand up before you did anything Clarke." She smiles to lessen her words, eyes looking over the blonde who had helped her more than once.

Anya speaks first. "Being unioned means sharing everything, that includes blood. It is tradition to leave the Union marks open until after the ceremony." Anya doesn't seem fazed by the look of slight grimace on Octavia's face.

Clarke smiles softly. "It'll be fine, it's not like we rubbed dirt in it." Her fingers move to the cloth wrapped around her left palm. "We'll be hunting with them and then staying the night Octavia." Octavia nods and pulls Clarke into a hug. Anya stiffens and keeps her face clear of emotions.

Lincoln pulls Octavia away with a promise of a weapon. Anya steps closer to Clarke. "Try to keep your hands to yourself. They will think you are breaking the union."

Clarke huffs. "My people hug and lean on one another. Your people will get used to it." Anya leads them to a weapons shed. "My people will be living in our camp, not moving here."

Anya rolls her eyes. "Your walls are weak."

"You need to have more than one healer." Clarke's voice is hard. "Both clans need improvement but my people are staying at my camp."

"Then where will you stay?" Anya's voice is quiet but stern.

"At my camp." Clarke stares defiantly back at the Clan leader.

"They expect us to live in the same tent." Anya's voice is like stone.

"How do they expect me to rule my people?" Blue eyes glare defiantly back at the woman.

"They come to our camp." Anya nods her head and begins to look around the shed, as if ending the discussion.

"No. We've built that ourselves. Our dead are buried there." Clarke's voice is strong, every bit of leader she needs to be.

Anya clenches her own jaw as she moves around the shed. "Then you will move here."

"I lead my people, I can't leave them." The small blonde follows after her, voice angered.

"I will not leave or move my people. My clan expects us to live together." Anya's eye are annoyed as she stares at the small Sky Clan girl arguing against her.

"Then we can alternate."

"The clans will live in one campsite." Anya's voice leaves no room for argument, hard and final.

Clarke steps forward defiantly. Blue eyes bright with emotion. "My people will decide if they want to move. For now we stay at our own camps."

Anya grabs her arm and pins her to a wall. She brings her face close to Clarke's ear. Clarke struggles but the woman is too strong. "You and I must never be separated for long." Clarke struggles with a grunt, voice twisted in anger.

"Our camps aren't far from one another, barely two miles. We can spend alternate nights. My people aren't moving." Anya's grip tightens and Clarke glares at her. "We either do this my way or my people from the Sky will come down."

Anya scowls. "We will work this out later." She pulls a bow and arrow from the weapons locker and grabs a spear. "Find a weapon, we are going hunting now." Clarke scowls and grabs a spear and some rope. Anya watches her with calculating eyes before turning swiftly. "Stay close to me."

Clarke follows her out and the move past the horses. "Are you taking any horses?"

"No. They will scare the prey away. We will go on foot." Anya leads the way. Some warriors stay behind in camp and Clarke follows behind the tall blonde woman. Lincoln and Octavia are close behind them, Octavia bearing a sword and a spear. Lincoln carries just a spear. Others have axes and spears and long knifes. They grin and split into groups.

Octavia shoots Clarke a look as Lincoln leads her towards a group of trees. Clarke follows Anya, remaining silent. She looks to the ground. "There are some tracks here." Clarke voice is low, quiet in the forest. Anya looks back at her and Clarke continues to follow her silently, holding her tongue. The tracks get deeper as they come closer and closer to a river. Clarke clenches her jaw to keep quiet.

Anya finally crouches down behind a rock. She motions to the river as Clarke comes down next to her. "There is a panther there, it is the favorite in our camp. Kill it."

Clarke scowls. "I suck at throwing a spear."

"Find something then." Anya scowls at her. Clarke glares before looking around the forest floor, she smirks and begins to unravel the rope.

Slowly she climbs up the tree and ties the rope. Slipping down it she sees Anya with her bow drawn, the arrow pointed at the panther. Clarke leans down next to her as she finishes hooking the rope up to something. "Ready?" Anya scowls and Clarke steps forward, she steps on a branch and the panther looks up. It sniffs the air and Clarke clamps her fingers down on her left hand. Slowly blood drips to the forest floor and it begins stalking toward her. Clarke's heart races. Why didn't she ever think things through? Anya moves to kill it but Clarke, eyes still on the panther, whispers to her. "You said I needed to kill it myself. Gain your peoples respect so they respect my people. Let me do this." It snarls lowly as it continues toward her.

Anya scowls. "I will not be blamed for your death." Clarke smirks and the panther comes running forward as if a rope snapped. It jumps and Clarke's eyes widen as she barely dodges it. She backs away and it creeps forward. Anya keeps her arrow trained on it as Clarke backs away toward the rope. She steps over it and finally the panther runs forward. Suddenly like a spring letting loose the panther is strung up in the tree. It howls and screams in fury as it hangs by its back paw. It lashes out but can't catch the two women as it hangs there. "How do you expect to kill it Sky Clan?"

Clarke frowns and steps forward with the spear. Looking at her hands she jams the spear into its side, right under it's front leg. It makes a soft mewling sound before blood stains the forest floor. Anya steps forward and takes her knife out. She slips it under its jaw and through its head. "That might not have killed it. Always make sure it is dead before you step closer." Anya looks to the rope. "Now untie that, do not cut it."

Clarke scowls but looks at the panther one last time before climbing the tree again and working on the knot she had used. After two minutes of curse words it finally comes free. The panther's body slams into the ground with a thud and Anya grabs a long branch. She looks to Clarke. "Do you know how to clean an animal." Clarke frowns but nods. Anya tosses her a knife. "Get to work." Slowly but surely Clarke cuts the panther open and begins to remove its organs. Anya opens a bag. "Put them in here. They can be used for many thing. They must be removed from the body so-"

"So it won't be contaminated. I know." Clarke continues to clean it out and then huffs as her bangs fall into her face. She blows them out of the way, Anya watching her closely. Finishing Clarke hands the knife back to Anya. Anya nods and begins to tie the panthers feet together and then they slide the branch under its tied paws and lift. Anya leads the way back to camp. They come into the camp and the Western Blood warriors and villagers scream in approval.

A man comes running forward, drunkenly stumbling. "The Sky Clan killed it with a spear! I saw it with my own eyes." He grabs her left wrist and pulls it up in the air in celebration. He howls in joy. "She is one of us." Anya grabs his wrist and his eyes widen as her grip tightens. "S-sorry Leader." He bows his head as he releases Clarke's wrist. "I didn't mean to touch your union's wrist." Clarke hears a crack as Anya's grip tightens and she jerks the man's arm suddenly. The man doesn't make a sound. Anya releases his grip and he stays on the ground, kneeling. The crowd is silent.

Anya glares at his head. "You are lucky this is the night of my Union or I would break both your hands. You do not touch what is not yours." He keeps his head bowed and nods, now sober.

Clarke makes a move to help him but Anya grips her arm and whisper. "Do not help him, he broke a rule."

"You broke his wrist." The blonde glares defiantly at the grounder leader.

Brown eyes darken as she glares back into blue. "He's lucky I don't break more. No one lays a hand on a unioned woman or man. Especially the left hand when the blood is still fresh. He knows the consequences." Clarke tries to jerk out of her hold and Anya tightens it. "They will see you as weak if you help him." She hisses it out. "They will see me as weak for choosing you."

Clarke pulls out of her hold. "Then I will be seen as weak." She bends down and the man scrambles away from her, fear in his eyes. "I'm going to reset it, Okay? I'm not going to hurt you." The man gets up and runs, his gaze flickering to Anya.

Clarke frowns and Anya steps forward. "He knows not to touch you. Come, this panther needs to be skinned and cooked." Anya drops the other end of the branch on Clarke's shoulder. Clarke follows with a scowl and the camp watches them. They drop it off at the cooking tent and Anya pulls Clarke into her tent. "Do not break our rules!" Her voice is low and gruff. "They will see you as weak, which will make me weak. Someone will then challenge you or I for our right to lead. Learn our rules and follow them."

Clarke shakes herself out of Anya's grip. "You'll need to learn my rules as well." They glare at each other, eyes full of anger and determination.

The night comes quickly and Clarke stands by the fire, all around her the grounders hoot and holler. They dance and beat on drum, drinking their weight in moonshine and eating the meat from today's earlier kills. Her blue eyes flicker until they spot Anya. She is conversing with some sober warriors. The woman looks up as if sensing eyes on her. Brown met blue and they keep looking at each other until Octavia's voice sounds behind Clarke. "Hey Clarke."

The girl is all smiles and Clarke grins in relief. Octavia was a good choice to bring. She has Lincoln who will keep her busy and in turn won't set off the Grounders. "Hey Octavia."

"How's it going?" Her words are concerned and sincere, a long stretch from the first day here. They'd been here maybe a month and a half. The Arc would be coming down soon, with only two month of air left. Clarke looks up to the sky and Octavia grins knowing where her thoughts went. "They'll be coming down soon, are you excited to see your mom?"

"I-I. I don't know honestly. Everything will be so different with them here." Clarke sighs before moving forward and staring at the fire. "I wonder what will be different? They can't like the way we're living. I mean, we're practically savages. Look what we did to Murphy."

Octavia dips her head. "Murphy was a mistake we all could have stopped but we didn't know any better. We could have prevented a lot of deaths." Octavia sighs before looking at Clarke. "You are okay right? I mean this whole marriage peace union thing?"

Clarke forces a smile. "Yeah, it saved us. We needed it."

"Are you okay?" Octavia steps closer and Clarke refrains from stepping back.

"Yeah, i'm good. I just can't wait to get back to camp."

"How is that going to work out? You guys unioned or whatever, do you have to live together? Will we move camp?" Octavia looks concerned and confused.

"We are not moving camp, but I will figure something out." Lincoln comes forward as Clarke finishes talking.

He stares at the blonde. "Go to Anya, you must appear a united front, stay by her side." Clarke stares at him and he winces. "I know our customs are strange but it is that way." Clarke sighs and smiles at Octavia before heading to Anya.

"This is going to end in a mess isn't it Lincoln?" Octavia leans into his embrace.

"No, it will be good for both of our people. We lost our humanity this will help us."

Octavia sighs. "We don't have much in the humanity department. We're still figuring it out together."

Lincoln wraps his arms around her as he watches Clarke stand by his leader, Anya, the girl he had grown up with. The girl who had became one of the youngest leaders ever. Ruling since she was fifteen. That was eight years ago. Anya stares at Clarke as she continues to talk to her men. She orders them to sweep the fences and make sure there were no breaches from the mountain men or the reapers.

Clarke watches her. "Who are the reapers? The mountain men?"

"Pray you never met them." Anya stares into Clarke's eyes. The brown are full of pain, anger and surprisingly fear.

Clarke looks to her. "Why are you afraid of them?"

Anya growls and pulls Clarke behind the weapons building, voice low. "I do not fear anything and my men know that!" Her voice is a hiss. "Do not even say those words around me again. My people need to know I have no fear."

Clarke pulls her arm free. "Could you stop grabbing me so much. God every conversation we've had is you fucking dragging me someplace, I am not your property." Clarke glares at her and Anya glares right back. "Who are they?"

Anya steps closer, voice low. "The Reapers kidnap us and eat our flesh." Clarke's face pales. "But that is nothing compared to what waits with the mountain men. They kidnap us, steal our people away and never return. You would do well to stay armed." Anya turns and moves back to the fire. Clarke watches her go before following. She sees Lincoln and Octavia dancing together. That brings a smile to her face.

The night progresses on and Anya comes to Clarke. "Come, we are meant to sleep now." Clarke looks to Octavia. "Lincoln will watch her, you and I must be seen heading to my tent. Now come."

Clarke clenches her jaw but follows without a word. Anya throws open the tent flap and closes it as Clarke step through. The older woman falls into her bed, not even bothering to strip her boot off. Clarke sighs and sits on a wooden stool by the pile of fur and padding. Anya looks to her. "Sleep, we visit your people tomorrow."

Clarke sighs and her gaze looks around the tent. She hears Anya's breathes deepen and she sighs in relief as she looks around the tent. Finally she succumbs to the need to sleep. She slowly rest on the edge of the bed. Before her weight is even fully on the bed there is a hand around her throat and a body pinning her to the bed. Anya pants and her eyes are glazed over. Suddenly the tent flap opens and Anya eyes clear as she stares at the intruder. The man pales as he sees his leader is busy. "I thought you would be done, I didn't mean to disturb."

"What are you opening my tent for?" Anya's voice is steel, hard and with an edge sharp enough to cut. She stays resting on Clarke's hips and Clarke holds her breath.

"I. I simply." He stutters.

"Out with it." Her voice doesn't raise but the sharpness is still there.

"I was checking on you. I didn't mean to interrupt. I am sorry."

"Do you doubt me?" Anya's voice is lower than before and the man shakes his head vigorously. "Then why would you creep into my tent in the middle of the night?"

"I am ashamed Leader. Accept my apology." The man bows down low.

Anya still has yet to move from Clarke. Clarke's eyes look over her and she spots the knife Anya has pressed to her stomach. If Anya moved an inch the man would see it. She swallows again. "We do not apologize. It is weakness. Gambit!" A man of dark complexion and sporting severe burn scars on his face come forward. "This man crept into my tent. Doubted me, you know what to do." Gambit nods and leaves.

Clarke holds her breath and then Anya turns to her. Clarke looks to the knife resting on her stomach. "I sleep with one. Danger lurks around every corner."

"Were you going to kill me? What the hell?" Clarke's voice is low and she stare at the woman still resting on her hips

Anya shakes her head. "No. I am not used to sharing a bed."

Clarke glares at her before shoving against the woman. She gracefully rolls off of the younger girl. "Try not to stab me this time."

Clarke rolls over in the bed and stares at the tent flap. She wanted to see the next person who came in here. Slowly Clarke falls blissfully asleep. The alcohol diluting her struggles.