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Gravity \| Book I: Amidst the Chaos	By : Prophecy Category: 1 through F > The 100 Views: 2331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They'll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask"
And we'll say we didn't know, we didn't even try
One minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky
I'm sorry I can't help you, I cannot keep you safe
I'm sorry I can't help myself, so don't look at me that way
We can't fight gravity on a planet that insists
That love is like falling, and falling is like this.
Ani DiFranco, 'Falling is Like This'

The sun was just peeking in the window, its soft rays making their way slowly over the tangle of lightly snoring bodies in Clarke's bed, when the heavy door slammed open hard enough to bounce off the wall.

They were both startled awake as Octavia skidded into the room in a panic, hissing loudly. "Oh my god. Are you kidding me? Wake up!"

Clarke quickly grabbed for something to cover herself with, her eyes barely open as Lexa scrambled out of the bed, letting loose a string of obscenities, at least some of which she'd definitely learned from Octavia.

"Jok, skrish, fuck!" Lexa snapped, practically tripping over herself trying to locate her clothes while Octavia shut the door quickly.

Octavia started searching for their scattered clothes as well. "You have about three minutes before Titus reaches the throne room, I sent Ryder to distract him."

"Distract Titus? Is that even possible?" Clarke snapped a little as she yanked Lexa's shirt from beneath the bed.

Octavia kept her eyes focused on the floor as much as possible, trying to afford them at least a little modesty as they crawled around the room on the world's worst scavenger hunt. "Well, someone apparently kicked out a window in the Ambassadors' dining hall, so that probably buys a minute or two while he has a stroke about it."

Lexa's head popped up from behind the dais where she'd just located her pants. "Someone?"

"Lexa, focus," Clarke said, tossing her shirt to her and pulling her own pants on. "You can deal with O's destruction of personal property charges after you find my shirt."

Octavia glanced towards the door and quickly grabbed Clarke's shirt off the dinner tray, tossing it to her. "Come on, Lex, we're going the long way and we gotta get there before they do."

Lexa was frantically pulling at the pelts on Clarke's bed. "I can't find the medallion."

"Oh, shit." Clarke slapped her hand over her forehead as she and Octavia quickly joined the search through the rumpled bedding for the tiny metal cogwheel.

"Fuck, we have to go, or there's gonna be a lot more than the medallion to worry about." She tugged Lexa away from the bed and quickly started running her fingers through her hair.

"What are you doing?" Lexa asked crankily, not looking forward to receiving her daily Titus scolding before the sun had even come all the way up.

"Fixing your sex hair, Heda," Octavia, to her credit, acted as though her entire purpose in life was to arrange walks of shame for Lexa and she was just fine with that.

Clarke's nose wrinkled just a little in amusement. "It does look pretty wild."

Octavia looked at her as she discarded one of the tiny ties that had broken and was dangling from a sad-looking braid. "You're not being helpful. Get her mantle, would you?"

Clarke bit back a reply when she realized how genuinely panicked Lexa looked, and quietly went to retrieve the mantle instead, helping Octavia buckle Lexa into it.

"You're good, Commander." Clarke couldn't help it; she leaned over and kissed her lightly while Octavia helped her into her coat. She tried to keep the sadness she felt hidden even when Lexa cupped her cheek, doing nothing to hide her own.

Octavia practically dragged Lexa out the door, calling over her shoulder. "Clarke, find that damn medallion!"

Clarke watched the door shut behind them with a lump forming in her throat. The day ahead seemed unbearably long without Lexa's presence, and her gut was clenched with worry about Titus or someone else finding out what was really going on between their Commander and her traitorous prisoner. Would they really kill Lexa for it?

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Octavia all but shoved Lexa into the throne room as Titus rounded the corner, Ryder still in tow, and a sour look on his face. "Who would dare to do such a thing?"

Ryder shrugged. "Azgeda?"

"In their own dining hall?"

"I don't pretend to understand their motives, Fleimkepa."

"Well, just see that it is repaired before the summit next week."

Octavia glanced to her side subtly to watch Lexa scramble onto her throne, trying to look casual, before taking a few steps towards Titus. "I can send word to Arkadia for the materials to repair it. Bellamy can have the supplies here before nightfall with the Rover."

Titus' jaw clenched as it usually did anytime Octavia opened her mouth, but he gave her a curt nod. "Very well." He stood facing her for a moment, his gaze sizing her up suspiciously. "I need to enter the throne room now."

Octavia silently hoped Lexa had enough time to catch her breath as she gave him a sickly sweet smile, taking a step back. "Of course."

He stared her down for a moment before he entered, and thankfully, Lexa appeared calmly situated. Octavia took a deep breath and headed down to the riders' floor to reach out to Bellamy.

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Clarke was lounging on the bed picking at her breakfast tray and reading one of Lexa's books, 'The Wives of Bath' when there was a knock at her door. She looked around unsurely for a moment, given that she was technically in a prison cell, before she called out, "Uh, enter?"

The door opened and in stepped Titus, wearing his signature scowl.

Clarke quickly closed the book and set it aside, sitting up and pretending she wasn't nervous he might try to kill her. Titus nodded to the guards—neither of them Ryder, Clarke realized too late. Clarke scrambled off the bed and bolted for the door, but the sentries were too fast for her. One of them used his polearm to slam her into the ground. Before she could even process what was happening, they had grabbed her and bound her hands above her head in shackles, hooked to an old light fixture.

Clarke gathered her composure quickly, watching Titus approach her and trying not to panic. "What the hell is this?"

Titus looked back at her calmly, but his face was covered in determination. "Why was the Commander in here?"

Clarke did her best to look nonchalant despite her blood pressure rising to concerning levels. "If she was, I didn't see her."

Titus pulled his fist back and hit her with surprising strength, and she immediately tasted copper on her lips. "Why was she here?"

"She wasn't." Clarke's eyes narrowed into a glare, refusing to look away from him even when his fist connected with her cheek again. She turned her face back to him slowly as he leaned in a little closer to her.

"She was. The handmaiden who brought your breakfast tray found this when she made the bed." His hand seemed to be moving in slow motion, the room tilting sideways when the sun from the window glinted off the tiny metal cog he was holding up.

Clarke's eyes widened and she felt like she was going to be sick, her stomach suddenly wrenching into a knot. She fought to keep her face neutral, but she knew she must be white as a ghost. She cleared her throat a little, maintaining a sweetly defiant tone as she spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor. "Maybe that one belongs to someone else." She was definitely ready for it when Titus hit her again, opening a wound on her cheek.

"You and your people are nothing but animals. You come into our lands, murder our people, betray our commander, and now you risk her life on adolescent infatuation."

Clarke chose her words carefully. "I'm not risking her life. You are."

"I am protecting her life. Something that does not seem to matter to you."

"Oh, really?" Clarke's eyebrows raised as she turned her head to wipe some of the excess blood from her lips on her shirt. "Because I know the Commander trusts Ryder, Octavia, and Cyrus. But they're not the ones standing in earshot of this conversation."

Titus' eyes flickered to the two sentries he'd brought with him briefly before returning to Clarke, who wasn't done. "If I were you, and I thought Heda might have been in a prisoner's bed, I don't know that I'd go about protecting her by telling a whole bunch of people what I thought was going on." Clarke paused. "And if it was my job to protect her, I think I would do that by never mentioning any of this to anyone, including her." She nodded her head sideways to the sentries, whispering conspiratorially, "I'd probably kill them, too. Say they attacked the prisoner."

Clarke watched, unmoved, as a variety of emotions crossed Titus' face in the millisecond it took him to launch himself at the guards, his dagger out. He easily dispatched both of them with an impressive speed. When he'd caught his breath, he unlocked the shackles around her wrists.

She rubbed her wrists a little as she brushed past him, wanting to put as much space as possible between herself and what had just happened.

Titus faced her solemnly. "If you care about her, you will put a stop to these antics. You risk the wrong people finding out about this.. Mistake. You are risking her life, whether or not you see it." He held the medallion out to her and Clarke took it quietly, softening just a little bit.

"I care about Lexa at least as much as you do," she said quietly. "She's special."

"Yes. She is." He nodded a bit.

"She's also the Commander. She united the thirteen clans and commands their armies. She created peace somewhere there was none. She makes decisions for thousands of other people every single day, and you praise her for it."

"What is your point?"

Clarke just looked at him quietly. "My point is, I'm pretty sure she's smart and capable enough to make decisions for herself, too."

Titus studied her for a brief moment before turning away and walking out of the room without another word, closing the door behind himself.

Clarke fingered the medallion idly, sitting on the edge of the bed and wondering if Titus was right, if the only way this would end would be badly; if her presence here was the equivalent of putting a kill order on Lexa. It hadn't taken even two full days for them to get caught, so how would they ever be able to keep it a secret for as long as it took for the clans to forget about the mountain? Clarke grabbed the book she'd been reading and angrily threw it at the wall behind the dead sentries, letting out a frustrated yell.

Later on, when someone came to clean the dead sentries off the floor, Clarke pretended to be asleep. She did the same thing when the handmaidens came to clean her up, and then again when someone brought up a lunch and then a dinner tray. She was still laying in bed and staring at the wall when the sun began to set over Polis once more.
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