A/N: Hey everyone!

I hope you guys are doing okay :)

So... Here it is... The last chapter of this story... I'm actually really emo right now, so I'll keep it short (you probably just want to enjoy the story anyway ^^). A huge thank you to everyone who read this, followed, favorited, and reviewed. It means a lot to me.

The bigger thanks goes out to BrittzandTana, because I strongly believe that without her, I would never had posted this. So really, thank you, you're amazing :D

And to answer a couple of guest reviews I've gotten, I have thought about making a sequel to this story, but it definitely won't be anytime soon (if I ever get to it, that is). And to answer Lizzie1022 (you really need to make an account on here, or Twitter so we can chat ^^), yes, the next story will be about The 100, and about Clexa (duh, of course xD). It shouldn't take too long before I post the 1st chapter (maybe a week or two), so stay tuned!

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The 100.

Two weeks had gone by since that night - since Titus had finally been sent back to his world and Lexa had been freed.

"What makes you think he won't be back with more people?" Clarke asked.

"He failed in his mission. He was probably too proud and stubborn to tell anyone how to get to this world; he wanted to kill me himself. So when he returns, people will probably blame him for my disappearance and go after him. He'll likely end up dead within a day," Lexa explained.

"How can you be so sure about that?" Clarke persisted.

Lexa turned to stare at her intently. "They were my people, Clarke. I know their ways, because they used to be my ways, too."

Clarke remained silent for a minute, slightly biting her tongue until she couldn't hold back her question anymore. "How come you never told me you knew how to get back to your world?"

"Because I never felt the need to go back," Lexa said quietly. "I only made sure to learn how to travel between worlds in case of anything going wrong."

Lincoln had offered to let Lexa stay at his home, because his parents were almost never home and when they were, they didn't mind if Lexa was there. They didn't know the truth about her, so it made sense that they wouldn't care.

Octavia and Clarke were the best of friends again, and Bellamy was slowly starting to talk to the blonde again.

After witnessing the portal that had sent Titus back to his home with their own eyes, everyone had had no choice but to believe Lexa. The brunette had told them everything, the entire truth. Raven, Jasper and Monty had been harassing her with scientific questions, whereas Octavia had seemed eager to know more about this mysterious, ruthless world.

As for Clarke and Lexa, they hadn't really talked about their relationship since that night. They had seen and texted each other a lot, but neither one of them wanted to take the first step. Lexa because she was still hurting from Clarke's words that night, and Clarke because she was still unsure as to how she would make it up to the brunette.

Now, it was Friday night and everyone was hanging out at Lincoln's house, because it was yet again empty and none of them felt like being alone. They all talked and laughed, but Lexa quickly noticed that Clarke was a bit apart from the group. She had caught the blonde glancing at her several times already. Lexa figured she was probably waiting to talk to her alone, and so she excused herself to the bathroom. She started down the hallway, but stopped in front of the guest room – her room – and leaned against the door. Her lips curved slightly upwards when she spotted blonde hair not even twenty seconds later, approaching her carefully.

"Hey," Lexa greeted.

"Hey," Clarke shifted awkwardly and motioned for the bathroom in the hallway. "Weren't you going to the bathroom?"

"Actually, no. I just saw you looking at me and I figured you wanted to talk," Lexa admitted.

Clarke blushed furiously and her heart fluttered. In the short amount of time they had known each other, the brunette had quickly obtained the ability to see right through her, as if she was an open book. Clarke couldn't hide anything from her, except maybe the most important thing, her feelings for her, which she knew the brunette still doubted. She had no reason to believe that they were real, after what Clarke had said and still hadn't apologized for. But she was about to do just that, if only she could find the right words. Nothing felt right though, Clarke thought that no words would be enough to show Lexa how truly sorry she was about having doubted her feelings for her.

The blonde stalled, "It seems that Jasper finally got over Octavia. He's head over heels for you now." Clarke smiled but added a quiet, "I can't really blame him but still… he needs to find someone else."

Lexa smirked. This was her chance. "Oh yeah? Why? Am I not good enough for him?" She teased. She knew what Clarke was implying, but she wanted to hear her say it.

Clarke only gave her a pointed look and finally managed to get the words out. "I'm sorry."

Lexa knew what she was referring to. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have judged Octavia so fast. It seems like you were right, she's a great friend to you."

"Yeah, she is." Clarke easily accepted the brunette's apology and added, "I'm really sorry about what I said. About us going too fast." Lexa crossed her arms over her chest. "I've always known how I felt about you, it just felt like everything was going wrong and I wanted to take the time to make sure we weren't. And I screwed up."

Lexa nodded that she understood but didn't move, instead asking, "And how exactly do you feel about me?"

"You know how I feel about you."

Lexa's green eyes kept staring into blue ones. "No, I don't. Not after two weeks of pretending to be just friends." Lexa broke the eye contact and sighed. "Listen, I'm incredibly grateful. Without you, I'd probably be dead right now. You stood by me when things were starting to get dangerous. You gave me strength. I just don't know what you want anymore." Lexa's eyes locked with Clarke's once again.

"You know what's funny? Before you got here, everyone kept telling me how perfect my life was." Lexa furrowed her eyebrows, wondering where the blonde was going with this. "Except, I didn't feel like it was. And ever since you got here, I've gotten into so much trouble. And yet, you still manage to make me feel like this time my life is truly perfect." Clarke took a step closer to the brunette, who still didn't move and just kept staring at her intently. "I want you, Lexa. Because you make me happy, and because you literally make everything worth it." She took another step closer and Lexa lowered her arms. Clarke took the brunette's hands in her own. "I love you, Lexa."

Lexa stared at her with watery eyes and then joined their lips in a passionate kiss. She poured all her heart into it, making sure the blonde understood how much she meant to her as well, and that she forgave her. When the need for air became too much to handle, Lexa pulled away, stroking the blonde's cheek, and softly declared, "I love you, too."

Clarke leaned in and kissed her again. It was soft and gentle, and only lasted a few seconds before Clarke pulled away and rested their foreheads together. Their gazes locked and they just smiled at each other.

"Oh please, give me a break with the eye-fucking." Raven pulled them out of their daze. "Some people actually need to use the bathroom."

Clarke and Lexa just laughed and stepped away, allowing Raven to reach the bathroom. When she didn't move, though, Clarke raised a questioning eyebrow at her friend.

"You know, I'm really glad you finally made up. It was becoming unbearable to see you throwing desperate, loving glances at each other while you thought the other wasn't looking. I was about to punch you both in the face," Raven deadpanned.

Clarke feigned shock while Lexa just laughed. The blonde took Lexa's hand and lead her to the living room, where all her friends expect Raven were still talking. Once she spotted Bellamy looking at them though, Clarke immediately let go of Lexa's hand, because despite all of his efforts to be friends with her again, she knew he was far from ready to accept this. And she completely understood that. Lexa did too, obviously, because during the rest of the afternoon spent with everyone, she remained a bit apart from the blonde. It wasn't until Lexa was back at Clarke's house that she took the blonde's hand again to pull her onto her lap, both of them now sitting on the sofa – while technically, Clarke was sitting on Lexa.

They talked, and kissed every now and then, until Abby came home, surprisingly early for once. She feigned surprise at finding her daughter curled up on the sofa with the brunette. "Oh, Lexa's here."

Clarke quickly pulled away from the brunette and got up of the sofa, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Mom, I didn't know you were coming home this early."

"Obviously." Abby smirked.

Lexa got up as well and glanced at Clarke, then at Abby, and then at Clarke again before saying quietly, "Um, I think I better go."

Clarke immediately turned to look at her and protested, "No! Stay."

Abby turned to Lexa as well and smiled. "Yes, Lexa, you're welcome to stay here if you want."

Lexa nodded and thanked Clarke's mom before Clarke suggested that they'd go in her room.

"Okay, but keep the door open!" Abby called as they already were in the stairs.

Lexa saw Clarke roll her eyes and she smiled. She envied the relationship Clarke had with her parents. She wished she could have known that too. She was pulled away from her thoughts, deciding to let go of the past, as Abby added in a loud voice, "Oh, and you can stay for dinner if you want! I'll order Chinese."

Lexa agreed and thanked Abby again. As they were soon curled up once again in Clarke's bed, the brunette playing with the blonde's hair, Lexa said, "I really like your parents, Clarke. They're really nice and chill about everything."

Clarke scowled a bit. "Yeah, they are. When they're not paranoid about you, they're great."

Lexa chuckled. They remained silent for a bit, just enjoying the peace and quiet for once. Lexa stopped playing with Clarke's hair and said, "You know, I've always wanted to learn to play the viola." Clarke turned to look her in the eye. "I even remember sending some scouts looking for one in some old bunkers that had escaped the destruction, but we never found one."

"Well, I have one. I could teach you if you'd like?"

"Really?" Lexa smiled sweetly. "That'd be awesome."

After an hour or so of Clarke laughing at how cute Lexa was in her struggle to correctly hold the bow, Lexa suddenly declared that she was sick of it and pouted.

"Oh, you're so cute when you pout," Clarke teased and Lexa just rolled her eyes, though she was smiling. "Has the Great Commander found one thing she's not good at?"

Lexa smirked and made her way to her, putting both her arms around the blonde's waist. "I was thinking of doing something more… fun, maybe? Something you told me multiple times that I'm good at?"

The blonde pecked her girl on the lips, but then reminded her, "I'd rather not, considering the last time we tried when my parents were downstairs."

Lexa pouted again, because she had missed Clarke in those two weeks they'd gone without touching each other, but didn't protest further. Clarke had missed the contact just as much, and to try and distract herself from the thought the brunette had put into her mind, she claimed she had homework to do.

About half an hour later, she was done and her mom called them downstairs for dinner. The dinner was friendly, her parents really tried to include the brunette in the family conversations and Lexa was glad. She felt like she had found a family, at last. Even though she was now staying at Lincoln's house, this place felt more like home than any other place Lexa had known. She felt like Clarke was her home now.

"Bell, as much as I love you, get the fuck outta here!" Clarke heard Octavia growl as she and Lexa arrived at the Blakes' house for yet another party.

A week had gone by since Clarke and Lexa had finally confessed their feelings to each other, and they were over the moon. Obviously, there were still things that needed to be sort out, such as explaining to Clarke's parents that Lexa would never find where she came from and why there wasn't any record of her in any database. But they would worry about that another day. Lexa was here to stay, so they had plenty of time.

"I'll get the fuck out of here when I'm sure you and Lincoln aren't doing… anything," Bellamy retorted, voice as calm as he could.

"Hey Bell," Clarke greeted. "What's going on?"

"Hey, Clarke. Hey, Lexa," Bellamy greeted both of them. He and Lexa had finally put some of their grudges aside and were actually making an effort to get to know each other. There was still some work to do, but they were slowly getting somewhere.

"Lincoln and Octavia are in there?" Lexa asked, quirking up an eyebrow. Bellamy nodded his head, clearly irritated. There were better places to make out than your big brother's bedroom.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Octavia, Lincoln, Wick and Raven got out and circled Bellamy, screaming. "Happy early birthday!"

Bellamy smiled and looked at them fondly. "I wasn't expecting that. Thank you! But tonight isn't about my birthday."

"We know. But it's in two days so we figured we might as well celebrate," Lincoln reasoned.

He stepped aside to let Bellamy enter his room. There were decorations everywhere, with balloons and signs that wished him a happy birthday. Bellamy was amazed that they did all of this without him noticing. He hadn't even known that Raven and her boyfriend were there. "It's great! Really thank you, guys." He turned to Clarke and Lexa. "Did you know about this?"

"Actually, yeah," Clarke replied. "We were supposed to keep you company while they set everything up, but the snow got in the way and we arrived late."

"Yeah, thanks for your help by the way." Raven looked pointedly at both girls.

"Sorry," Lexa apologized, a shy smile on her face. The brunette had gotten closer to everyone, but she still felt a bit new to all of this, the constant teasing and bickering. She was mostly used to aggressive ways that required you to have your walls up at all times. She really liked this new aspect of her life now, and she felt like she had gained everything that counted in the process, amazing friends that felt like family. She was so grateful for what they did to save her, that they had been willing to risk their lives, and she could never thank them enough. She promised herself she would find a way to repay everyone eventually.

As Bellamy was now opening the gift from his friends, Jasper and Monty finally showed up. "Sorry we're late," Monty called from the doorway.

They entered Bellamy's room and Jasper said, disappointed, "Oh no… We missed all the fun."

"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" Monty said from behind.

"Where were you, guys?" Wick asked the boys.

"Well, we still had to get the alcohol," Monty started, and Lexa smiled, remembering that they always took care of that and that they always were the first to get drunk, "and someone wouldn't keep flirting with the grocery employee."

Jasper cleared his throat uncomfortably as Octavia smirked. "Oh, what's her name?"

"Don't listen to him, I wasn't flirting," Jasper argued.

Monty shook his head. "Sure, you were. Her name is Maya and they wouldn't stop throwing puppy dog eyes at each other and smiling like idiots, it was disgusting," he added with a grimace.

Jasper feigned taking offense before a smile reached his lips. "Did you ask her out?"

Jasper opened his mouth to speak, but Monty beat him to it. "He didn't, he was too scared. But she left her number on the bill."

The taller boy looked at him, irritated. "Could you just please let me tell the story?" Monty raised his hands in the air as if to surrender and Jasper continued, "I wasn't scared. I was just waiting for the right time. But now I'm probably gonna ask her out tomorrow." He smiled.

Lexa thought Monty was right, he looked like an idiot smiling like that. But a happy idiot and she was happy for him.

Lincoln and Jasper high fived before Bellamy returned to unwrapping his gift and everyone's attention turned back to him.

The other guests started to show up about an hour later and the party was a blast. Lexa had become accustomed to the alcohol they always had at the parties and could handle it better. Clarke was standing across the room talking to Raven's boyfriend and Lexa couldn't take her eyes off of her. She noticed the blonde glancing back at her every now and then and she smiled every time she did. Eventually, the brunette approached the blonde from behind and put her arms around her waist. She apologized to Wick for stealing the blonde and said blonde turned around in her arms to face Lexa.

"Hey." Clarke smiled.

"Hey," Lexa returned, her smile growing wider. She briefly wondered if she too, like Jasper, looked like an idiot. She couldn't care less in that moment, though, so she quickly pushed the thought aside.

The brunette pulled away, taking the blonde's hand instead, and tugged on it slightly. "Come on, follow me."

"Where are we going?" Clarke asked, her smile never leaving her beautiful face.

"Somewhere quiet. I need some air," Lexa replied as the blonde raised an eyebrow.

She led her outside of the house, into the backyard and spotted a place where no one would find them. She stopped between two large trees and pushed the blonde against one of them, grabbing her lips in a swift motion, their bodies pressed firmly against one another. She heard the blonde moan between her lips and found herself smiling into the kiss.

She pulled away and glanced at Clarke, a playful smile across her face. "What?" The blonde asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. Lexa didn't reply, instead crouched and made a quick snowball to throw it at Clarke. The blonde squeaked and put her arms in front of her face as a defense, too late. She heard Lexa giggle, and couldn't see the brunette when she dropped her arms, figuring that she'd hid behind one of the trees. Clarke lowered herself to pack a snowball as well. Before she could find Lexa though, she felt two strong arms pushing her down in the snow. She let out another small yelp and when she opened her eyes, she saw Lexa on top of her, grinning and obviously proud of herself. Forgetting about the cold for a moment, the blonde grazed the brunette's sultry lips with her own and whispered, "Promise me you'll never leave me."

The brunette looked at her softly and replied in a soft voice, "I would never. I love you too much for that."

The blonde pulled her in for a soft kiss before the cold gnawed at her again. "Ugh, we're so gonna be sick tomorrow. It's freezing out here and now our clothes are soaked."

"Well then." Lexa's eyes darkened and locked with blue ones. "We better take them off and warm each other up," she finished in a playful tone.

Clarke smirked at her. Maybe winter wasn't so bad after all.

A/N: The end :(

I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did, you are all incredible, and I want to thank everyone single one of you :)

It's a bit bittersweet for me, because I'm proud to have finished my first multi-chapter fic, but I'm also so sad that it is in fact finished... ^^

But I'll definitely keep writing! Longer fics, and also short one-shots. Like I said, stay tuned!

And have an amazing week :)