A/N: All of the initial and video dialogue is taken directly from the show.

Due to a patients unexpected demise during a routine surgery, her mother excused her from the medical bay early. She came home to find her Dad making a video, a video that would get himself killed, and she was in no mood for more death.

"In this time of uncertainty, we will come together, as a people. I'm telling you this because you must know the truth. And because I want a future for my child. And yours. Be strong."

The words were equal parts inspiring and frightening to her. Not able to hold her tongue any longer, she dropped her bag down and said, "You're going to disobey the council?" He ended the video at her first utterance, and then turned in his swivel chair to face her, clearly not happy, but keeping a calm and stoic demeanour. Apparently lost in thought, she prompted him further. "Dad, I know. I heard you and Mom."

"Okay you know," he said with a resigned sigh, not quite meeting her eye. "I've been thinking about this a long time. The people have a right to know. Your mother doesn't understand-"

"What's the plan?" she interrupted with a slight huff of impatience.

He scoffed lightly, like she was being a stupid child, and tried to brush her off. "You don't need to know the plan."

She avoided rolling her eyes and charged on in a no nonsense manner. "Well, you're making a video, so you're gonna what...break into the communications mainframe?" He just stared at her, apparently incapable of speech. This all but confirmed she was right, and she felt like smacking some sense into him. "Making you either suicidal or incredibly dumb."

"You are picking a fine moment to start behaving like a typical teenager," he said, trying to steer the conversation away from himself and his own foolish actions.

"I'm gonna help you," she declared. So you don't get yourself killed.

"No, Clarke, no, you're not," he said aghast, getting out of his chair.

"But I can!" she exclaimed obstinately. You need me!

"Absolutely not!" he said, coming to a stop right in front of her. His expression softened as he took her into his arms, cradling the back of her head. She tried to resist the urge to rest her head against his chest, but as always, was incapable of doing so. "Oh baby," he whispered in her ear, as he swayed them together gently. He pulled back to look down at her with a mixture of pride and annoyance. "You get that stubborn streak from your mother, you know." He braced her shoulders and smiled slightly, "One of the many things I love about both of you."

She was about to respond when their front door swung open and guards swarmed in without ceremony, grabbing a hold of his arm, tearing him away from her. "Jake Griffin you're under arrest for treason."

Her worst nightmare was quickly becoming a reality and she just about lost her shit.

"Dad? Dad, no! No! No!" she cried as two guards held her back.

"Get your hands off of her!" he snapped.

"Let me go!" she grunted, slipping out of their grasps to wrap her arms around his neck one last time. "I'll warn them, I'll find a way," she told him desperately, as they dragged her back and under control.

"No, Clarke," he intoned a bit frantically. "No, listen to me. Do not do that!"

"Get off me, let me go!" she yelled, fighting for all worth. It was no use. She was too weak. Her father was swept out of sight and she feared she would never see him again. And in that moment she was certain she would never be truly happy either. "Let me go! Dad! Dad!"

Lexa was in the middle of dinner when a crippling pain overtook her heart, the intensity rivalling that of the moment she first learned of Costia's disappearance. Out of nowhere a frantic golden haired girl appeared before her. She stared at the screaming woman in complete shock and confusion. It was as if time slowed down as their eyes locked, and the most intense connection she had ever felt flooded through her, as if she had known this inexplicable apparition her whole life. The myriad of emotions surging in her was incredibly intoxicating, incredibly frightening, she who prided herself on pretending not to have such weakness. It didn't feel like weakness in that never ending moment.

The next thing she knew, she was in a foreign metal land, not a tree in sight, odd, stale smell to the air, and strange white lights aglow, watching as the vision struggled against two captors. She beheld this ferocious girl, this captivating creature in wonderment. Lexa didn't know if any of this was even real, or if she had unknowingly ingested some potent Jobi nuts, but it didn't matter. The moment their eyes met again, the desire to help her was beyond overwhelming, and just like that she seemed to inhabit the girls body, the grip of the men tight on her arms, infuriating her.

Lexa wrenched her right arm free from the first man, jabbing the second guard in the throat with the ends of her finger tips. While he coughed obscenely, releasing her other arm, she whipped her right arm back towards the first man who was about to regrab her, hitting him square across the chest with the length of it. He staggered back a bit and while he was off guard, she spun on the spot and landed a powerful kick to the face, knocking him over and towards the bedrooms. She easily sidestepped the sputtering first guard who lunged at her, thumping him hard in the back, pushing him into the sofa where he tumbled over and crashed into the coffee table, moving no more.

Then she dashed into the unfamiliar - yet at the same time completely familiar - corridor, charging after the other three men who had grabbed her father - the girls father. Her heavy boots clanked against the metal walkway loudly and the third one who was pushing Jake along, whirled around in surprise, just in time for her to jump at him and punch him in the nose with a savage blow. He went down like a sack of potatoes and the last two bewildered guards released Jake to deal with her. Jake stared at her wide eyed as she expertly evaded their grasps and punched and kicked them interchangeably until they too fell. The bloodlust was strong and she was about to snap the closest ones neck when she was pulled out of the instinct by the girls father.

"Clarke?" he choked out, leaning against the wall for support. "Kiddo, whe - where did that come from?"

She just stood there, panting hard, this body unused to this kind of physical exertion. Clarke's need was fading fast, a euphoria taking hold, but they separated long enough to share one last look of understanding, and then Lexa blinked to awareness, to the destroyed dining room of her house in Polis; plates, vases, chairs - all overturned and broken. As well as this, she found herself standing on top of the table, pants splattered in food. Servants stood off to the side gaping at her.

Sybil stepped forward and timidly said, "Was the rabbit stew not to your liking, Heda?"

Clarke had no idea what had just happened, but she was unspeakably grateful to the fearsome and beautiful warrior who helped save her father.

"We need to...play it...right now," she panted.

Her Dad got a hold of himself and frowned down at her. "I already told you, Clarke, I'm not letting you be a part of this."

"Look around, Dad!" she shouted, gesturing to the unconscious guards. "I'm...in it!" Without waiting for him to respond, she sprinted back to their quarters and snatched up the recording. Upon her return, she grabbed hold of his hand with her own bruised and bleeding one, and tried to pull him along, but he resisted her. She scowled at him and sprinted away - "Clarke! Clarke come back here!" - weaving through the corridors, past many a curious onlooker until she arrived at the communications mainframe. As predicted, her father had come after her.

By now she could barely breathe, and her lungs were on fire, but she ignored this unpleasantness and just flailed at the bullet proof doors blocking their entrance. "Well? Break in!"

Her somewhat winded Dad shook his head a couple of times to which she said, "What do you have to lose?!" Finally he sighed, cracked open the number pad and began fiddling with the wires in there. Clarke tried to catch her breath as she intermittently watched him work and kept a look out for any approaching trouble.

"Hurry up, Dad!" she said anxiously.

A few moments later the doors parted and they darted inside, the three technicians on duty staring at them in perplexity.

"Jake?" said Sinclair. "What are you doing?"

"I don't have time to explain. Clarke, go wait outside."

Clarke stepped forward, holding out the damning flashdrive. "We need you to play this through the network."

Sinclair shared a look with the other technicians. "I'm not authorized to-"

"Please, Simon, this is important. All of our lives are at stake."

One of the technician's pressed a button on the console and Clarke just knew they had activated the silent alarm. She strode over to the woman and decked her without a second thought, wincing as another fresh cut sliced through her throbbing knuckles.

"Lock those doors!" she ordered to the other guy. He scrambled to do as she said while her Dad pushed past Sinclair and began accessing the mainframe.

"Jake, stop and think about what you are doing. This will get you floated. You can't just-"

"The drive, Clarke!" he called from across the room. She tossed it to him and he caught it easily enough. Without a moment's hesitation, he loaded up the video and hit play. The large monitors beside them filled with her father's kind face and echoed with his words of impending doom and optimism.

"People of the Ark, my name is Jake Griffin. I'm Senior Environmental Engineer, Deputy Resource Officer."

Clarke went to hold his hand in solidarity, letting the message wash over her.

"Today I need to talk to you about our future. The things I need to tell you are serious. The Ark is dying. This city in space, that has been our sanctuary for generations, is dying. Time is running out."

At this point there were angry yells from the other side of the doors and Clarke watched in horror as a crowbar was wedged between them, beginning to pry them open. Her Dad squeezed her hand, pulling her against his chest. She held on tightly, burrowing her face, knowing full well it might be her last chance. "This is an undeniable reality. But we have pledged our lives to make sure that humanity does not share that fate."

The guards broke in with guns raised, yelling at them to step away from the console. They did so together.

"Now, while there's still time, we must come together and face this crisis head on. I believe it will bring out the best in us..."

Commander Shumway yanked the flashdrive out, dropped it on the ground and crushed it with his heel, all the while glaring at them with his dead, soulless eyes. He had always given her the creeps. In a fit of childish rebellion she just about stuck her tongue out at him.

Marcus Kane marched up to her Dad and waspishly said, "You've just doomed us all." He shook his head in disgust. "Take them away."

This is hilarious to me, envisioning Clarke doing these martial arts moves. Anyone else?