OK, so this is really just a prompt that would NOT leave my head. It's rather complicated actually? And I did not post it before in fear that the concept was way too sketchy and out there. So for now, I'm posting it as just a one shot, and then, if it is received well, I'll post the whole story. Prompt at the bottom :)

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Clarke sighed as she began her journey up the hill, where she would finally meet the Grounder commander. She swayed slightly with the terrain, shook her hands out in an attempt to get rid of her nerves. She had to do this right. Healing Lincoln had to work. The commander HAD to accept her treaty, or else, all of this would have been for nothing. Escaping the mountain, fighting with Anya...

Anya's death.

Clarke once again shook herself as she began to see the first of the Grounder soldiers. A small group blocked her path.

"I wish to speak to the commander." Clarke announced. She received a grunt from a nearby soldier and he nudged her forward. The group of soldiers then flanked her closely as she continued towards what she assumed to be the commander's quarters.

Once she reached the top of the hill, she was received by a rather large, buff grounder whom she assumed to be one of the commander's guards. He stared her down for a few, short seconds, the tattoos on his face appearing to grow darker.

"If you so much as look at her the wrong way, I will slit your throat." Clarke attempted to mask her horror. Just another reason why this had to go well. Her life, and the lives of her people, depended on it.

Clarke quickly shook out any further negative thoughts. This has to work. She lifted her chin defiantly and swallowed around the lump in her throat and entered the tent as the guard held back the flap. Once inside, she took a few seconds to collect her thoughts as she surveyed the inside of the tent. Marveling at it's size and stability, she didn't notice the commander begin to speak.

"You're the one who burned 300 of my warriors alive." Clarke's eyes quickly finished their scan. The ominous netting, the intricately crafted throne. And upon that throne-

"Lexa?!"

Flashback

A ten year old Clarke sat patiently waiting for her friend. The hall was quiet and dull, as were most hallways on the Ark, but she didn't mind. She quickly glanced to the clock on the wall in front of her.

10:38

In two minutes, her friend would exit the medical ward and then they could go play.

Clarke was so grateful her father had finally taught her to tell time. All this waiting used to seem much longer, but now, she knew exactly how long they took.

40 minutes every time. Every third Wednesday out of the month, Clarke's friend had to be brought to the medical ward and examined for 40 minutes. Then they could go play.

Clarke swung her legs eagerly as the second hand slowly made it's way towards the 12. She could hardly sit still as the minute hand jerked towards the 8, signaling that time was up, and her friend could now join her.

She stood anxiously at the swinging double doors, waiting for a push, much too strong for an 11 year old. She waited for the glint of green eyes staring back at her own blues, for the 'swish swish' of the weird gray jacket her friend always wore.

She waited and waited and waited. It was 10:57 before her mom came to tell her that her friend would not be coming out of those doors. Not today, not ever again.

Clarke's heart picked up speed as shocked blue eyes connected with equally shocked greens.

"C-clarke?" Lexa couldn't believe what she she was seeing! When they'd started all of this, so long ago with Anya, when she had heard the term "sky people" she was overrun with the memories. But she never would've thought-

The two young girls stare at each other for a long while, in utter disbelief. So much so, that the others in the room start to shuffle anxiously in confusion. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Indra reach for her sword.

"Leave us." Lexa finds her voice and directs orders at her war general and gaurds.

"Heda-"

"I said leave!" They scurry from the tent at Lexa's booming voice. Clarke herself flinches back and contemplates leaving, but cannot make her feet move. She hears shuffling movement away from the tent. They are alone.

Though Clarke isn't sure that is a good thing.

She continues to stare at Lexa as the girl stares back. Neither of them seem to be able to make words. Clarke watches as Lexa rises from her throne, taking slow, careful steps towards her. She thinks about stepping back as Lexa stops a few inches in front of her, but still, her feet won't move.

"Clarke?" Lexa's voice comes out soft and shaky and suddenly, a giggling, younger face flits across her mind before she focuses on the other girl's words. "Is- is it really you?" Along with her sudden paralysis, Clarke also can't seem to formulate words. She simply nods when Lexa's piercing gaze becomes to much and stumbles at the impact of Lexa's body barreling into her.

It doesn't take Clarke long to sink into the impossibly familiar embrace and they both clutch at each other. The reprieve from paralysis finally allows Clarke to speak. "I- I thought you were dead."

Okaaayyy, I wrote a lot more than I planned to, but hopefully you all are equal parts confused and intrigued!

Without totally revealing my plot, here's the basic idea:

The Arkers were genetically engineered to survive the solar radiation in space. But genes are tricky business, there must have been some misses along the way. Lexa, born on the Ark, is one of those misses, and Abby and her medical team seek to heal her. One of them stumbles across a file of a long gone genius named Becca, who talks about her genetics work and its affects, including the black blood. Upon creating some, and experimenting on little Lexa, hoping for a miracle, they soon realize that the black blood is much more powerful than they think and then the Council, being the assholes they are, send Lexa to the ground to see if she can survive. They lose communication with her and she is found by the "grounders" who take her in and train her as a Natblida. Then a few years later, the 100 are sent to the ground and the dominos begin to fall. Again, just a one shot as of now, until hopefully, you guys show interest in a story.

Thanks always for reading :)