Clexa One Shots

It's a bloodsport

                                 By: clarkesquad
Octavia's POV
If there's one thing Octavia Blake is getting really tired of, it's keeping Clarke Griffin's dirty little secrets.

Tolerating Lexa after what she did is one thing. She'd done it before, after the TonDC bombing. This is something else. This is above the call of duty.

The other seconds look to her. They listen to her. They expect something from her, because she's proven herself to them. So, when Clarke and the Commander take the frontlines again - Clarke taking her place next to Lexa, like she's a Commander too, like she belongs there - they look to Octavia. They look to her for some explanation. She knows she'll never really be trikru, not the way they are. But they don't see trikru and skaikru, now. Not after the second alliance. The lines started to blend a long time ago, she thinks.

They see Octavia, a friend of Clarke's.

Octavia, someone to explain how the hell Clarke gets away with giving them orders.

She wouldn't mind knowing the answer to that herself. Then again, she does know. She knows a little too well.

Octavia steels her gaze and marches on, waiting for the questioning looks to pass.

Like she said, she's getting really tired of keeping Clarke's dirty little secrets.

The other warriors shrug among each other and continue to march ahead. She stays in formation, two rows back from Clarke and Lexa. Clarke leans in and whispers something in Lexa's ear.

Octavia wonders if it's worth it to get aggravated that Clarke is breaking formation. All things considered, probably not.

She does anyway. Focusing on trivial aggravation is easily a thousand times better than focusing on getting the mental image of Clarke going down on her Commander out of her head. Thanks to someone who is clearly incapable of keeping it in her pants for two minutes while they're in the middle of a god damn war, that's easier said than done. Lexa places a hand on Clarke's back and whispers something back. Octavia snaps her head up towards the trees. She has better things to do while they walk. They're here on a mission and she can't do her job unless they find the traitor who has been giving the ice nation information. Natrona, she thinks, as she searches the woods for any sign of movement.

Natrona, she thinks, doing everything she can to not think about the things Clarke never intended for her to know about her relationship with the Commander who had left her people for dead. Twice.

No, Clarke never intended for her to find out. But does she still want Octavia to keep her secret? Yes.

Shocking, she knows.

It's not that she has any interest in telling anyone. There are certain things she'd rather never describe. Walking in on Lexa and Clarke screwing each other? Definitely one of those things. But she's not interested in gossip. She's a damn good warrior and she knows that in the grand scheme of things, it's none of her business. Even if she feels like it shouldn't be happening, even if it's irresponsible, even if she can't help but feel betrayed. Lexa left her for dead twice. Lexa left her people for dead - trikru and skaikru alike.

Natrona, she thinks, eyeing the way Clarke marches beside Lexa. She doesn't understand her anymore.

She understands the alliance. The Azgeda are a threat to both trikru and skaikru. Even if it's complicated and - at times - infuriating, she gets it. They need this second alliance, no matter how hesitant they were to make it.

What she didn't know was that an alliance apparently meant fucking the commander. No, nobody had bothered to explain that part to her until she'd accidentally booked front row seats.