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In April 2016, the former 100 actor claimed that he was bullied off the show by the executive producer. "Jason Rothenberg abused his position to make my job untenable," Whittle said at the time. "What he did was disgusting and he should be ashamed. He was professionally bullying me, cutting out all the storyline that I was supposed to be doing, cutting lines, trying to make my character and myself as insignificant as possible to the point where it was starting to get me down." Rothenberg only responded with a statement wishing Whittle well in the future.

CLEXAWEEK, DAY 5

ALTERNATIVE CANON 

Clarke woke up suddenly, sweating terribly, her arms shaking. She strange and confused, but what overwhelmed her the most was the woman that was lying next to her. She would have recognised that silhouette everywhere, those hairs, those tattoos on her back. She knew who that was, who she was. But she was dead, she had been dead for days, months… so much had happened and yet she looked around, it was the commander’s rooms, and the girl lying next to her was…

“Lexa…?” she whispered hesitantly, terrified. That could not, not in any way be possible, could it not? She had spent so much time hoping that her dead was only an awful dream, but… “Hello, Clarke” her unmistakable voice whispered turning. Clarke breathed in and out a couple of times, and her hand’s reached the other girl’s face. She caressed her gently and let a couple of tears flipping down her face “This isn’t real…” “Ok… you need to calm down” Lexa hissed caressing her shoulder “What’s wrong?” “Lexa…” “Clarke… tell me what’s happened” the brunette said drying her tears away “You’re real…you’re alive” the blonde repeated tasting her skin “Flesh and blood” at that moment her eyes were full of tears once again “How is that even possible?” “What do you mean?” Lexa asked caressing her forehead, then Clarke started talking again “The world was going to end, Alie… the flame… how can I be here? Is this… a simulation? It can’t be the city of light or something similar to it, what…” “Clarke…” “You’re alive.” Lexa nodded, still unsure of what was happening “Could you tell me what’s going on now?” The moment after Clarke surprised her with words that Lexa was not sure she would have ever heard, not from her.

“Leksa kom Skaikru…Ai hod yu in”

In a matter of seconds, her lips were on hers, her arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer, crushing her lips to her in a hard, needy, passionate, desperate kiss. Lexa was shocked in the first moment, but after some instances she deepened the kiss, opening her mount to let her in. The moment they separated from each other the brunette smiled happily before replying “I love you too, Clarke kom Trikru” “Lexa… I don’t know what’s going on…. but you were dead, gone, on Ascension Day Titus accidentally shoot you, you died. I tried to stop the bleeding but… and then everything went wrong” “All of that as a consequence of my death?” the commander asked unperturbed. “Yes, sort of” The commander took a big pause before speaking again “I see.” “I don’t understand, how….” Clarke started again, still confused. “I should have thought about that, Clarke. It’s my fault, I’m sorry” she whispered kindly “What is it about?” Clarke hissed “Tell me, please.” “The Flame, it’s about the Flame…” “The Flame…” Clarke repeated “You still have it” she counted reaching the back of her neck. “Yes. I assume you know what it is” as Clarke nodded, Lexa continued her explanation “The constant nearness to the Flame can cause visions, sent from the previous commanders. It generally happens only to the current Heda, but if you spent too much time near the commander, it can happen to you too. “And these visions…” the blonde started, insistently “Are…” and in moment Lexa knew she had to fill that gap “Are about the possible outcomes of the commander’s decisions or actions or…” “Death” Clarke realised. “Yes,” Lexa confirmed.

“So it was all a dream?” Clarke asked still shocked. “A vision, it’s more than complicate than a dream, Clarke.” Lexa explained calmly “A vision comprehends a series of vivid images of a possible future but…”   “You said normally it happens to the current Heda,” Clarke said interrupting her and Lexa had to take a big breath before answering “Normally yes, but it can happen to the flame keeper or to some-else really close to the commander” “To me” the blonde suggested. “I’m sorry it happened to you, it shouldn’t have” Lexa apologised again, seriously worried but Clarke smiled at her and then put a finger on her lips “No, it’s fine, it just… it lasted so long, so much has happened, nothing made sense, but it felt so real…” “That’s because you’re not trained for it” the commander replied with a gloomy tone. “And Titus is?” “Yes, Titus and Indra are… used to it, they are able to escape the visions as soon that they realise what the former commanders intended to tell them.” “Ok” Clarke whispered nodding, finally understanding what Lexa meant and at that moment her green eyes stared at her intensely “I know it still seems strange, Clarke and your memories must be confused, your vision lasted too long, I’m mortified…” Lexa kept apologising insistently, but Clarke was so relieved to be there with the love of her life that she barely noticed that “I’m so glad you’re alive, you’ve no idea how it was… to lose you.” The crack in her voice made Lexa worry more than she had expected to and therefore she tried to change the subject “We don’t… have to talk about that, Clarke. But you need to explain your vision to me.” “I will, I promise. But for now…” the blonde started leaning on Lexa, who touched her hips gently, pulling her closer “We’ll figure everything out. Together” the brunette replied caressing the blonde’s thigh’s “Of course” she continued leaving small kisses on Clarke’s skin, which forced the blonde to arch her back “I’m not…I’m not leaving you again” Clarke’s hissed “We can help our people from here. Together, I’m not…” At that moment Lexa stopped, hesitant. Then she whispered “Did you intend to? To leave? Why?” “I’m not sure… I’m not sure of what…” “I guess your memories are confused; it can happen when you’re not trained properly. Not yet.” In response to that Clarke shook her head “I don’t know what’s real, not anymore… I’m so…” after some seconds she asked the one question that was haunting her “What happened yesterday…? Tell me.” Lexa took a moment, focusing before answering that “The Ambassadors defied my authority and I had to face Prince Roan in combat to defend my title and my role… Do you remember that?” “Yes,” Clarke said secure “And then you killed the IceQueen.” “I did” Lexa confirmed. “And I visited your room…” “You did” Lexa confirmed it once again. “And I rejected you…” Clarke murmured, trying so hard to remember everything correctly, but this time Lexa shook her head satisfied “No you didn’t” she whispered with a smirk “Not completely” “But I remember pushing you away, I remember it so clearly,” Clarke said with a sad tone, then she continued “The disappointment in your eyes, the pain in your gaze, I…” But Lexa’s expression did not change, a shy smirk on her lips, which forced Clarke to ask for further clarifications “Explain to me what happened. Accurately.” “I thanked you for your support, and you replied you had done it for your people,” Lexa said clearly. “Yes, I remember that too… and then you left” Clarke whispered gently. “I did” Lexa confirmed “But a few hours later you came to my room, and we had a discussion.” “I don’t remember that,” Clarke said. And she didn’t, not completely, nor clearly. “You were angry at me” Lexa continued “For what?” “All of it, I guess and at last for almost dying that day.”

Clarke closed her eyes and suddenly all the memories of the previous night came back. Lexa was right, she did have come to Lexa’s room, and…