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Sitting sideways in the front seat of the Rover, Dakota stared blankly at the snow covered ground in front of her as her hands worked at sharpening her sword. The only sounds that filled her ears were the constant sound of rock scraping against metal and the soft crunch of snow under Clarke's pacing feet. Bellamy leaned up against the Driver's seat, looking at the monitor.

"Rover's almost charged. We need to pack up. We'll be home soon," Bellamy said, hopping down to the ground after checking the battery.

"Then what, run away?" Clarke retorted, pausing in her pacing.

"I'd hardly call this running away, Clarke," Dakota sighed and threw the rock past the blonde's head, barely missing her. "Luna said no, what else are we suppose to do?"

"Dakota's right." Bellamy agreed with the warrior girl after shutting the Rover's door. "We need to regroup with the others, and find another way to defeat-"

"There is no other way," Clarke denied stubbornly, earning an eye roll from everyone in the group, and a annoyed sigh from Dakota's lips.

"Jesus Christ, Clarke." Dakota exclaimed, getting off of the Rover's seat to face the stubborn blonde. "The only thing your constant whining is getting is a headache. We get it, we need a fucking Night-blood but it could be years before we find another one. And not to mention we can't just go from camp to camp, stealing Night-bloods."

"If that's what it takes." Clarke argued back.

"No, Clarke," Octavia said sternly. "If Alie can find us on Luna's rig, then she can find us anywhere. I won't help you destroy another innocent Grounder village."

Clarke shook her head at the two girls, "If we don't find a Night-blood, there won't be any Grounder villages or a home for us to go back to."

"That's all the more reason we go there and make sure our friends are ok." Bellamy snapped, looking at her in disbelief. Clarke looked at everyone, looking defeated before she stomped off into the woods angrily.

"She'll be fine. Just let her cool off," Jasper muttered to the others as they watched her leave. With a sigh, Dakota unsheathed her blade, "She shouldn't be left alone. Not while we have the flame, and Alie is hunting us." Dakota left them with only their thoughts and ran after Clarke.

She caught up with her quickly, bumping shoulders with her in a playful matter, hoping that she would lift the blonde's mood. Clarke pulled out the small red velvet box, running her fingers over the top of it. "I'm sorry," She whispered, her voice cracking in silence.

Dakota frowned and placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. "You're not alone, Clarke. We're all taking part in this." Clarke looked over and she half-smiled at the honestly of the girl's words. Her free hand came to rest itself on hers.

Dakota smiled over at her, but her brown eyes glanced upon A.L.I.E. standing there with a confident look on her face. Her eyes were not focused on Dakota though, but rather behind her. She reached into her coat, pulling out a small knife and turned around, flicking her wrist so fast she barely had time to think when the whiz of an arrow sounded, followed by a startled grunt as the boy who was behind them fell to the ground with an arrow protruding out of his neck.

Dakota's eyes glanced around widely through the tall trees, looking for the one who had saved them both. Dakota's knife had landed in a tree next to a dressed Grounder, once he put his bow down, his face was revealed and Dakota found herself smiling slightly.

"Looks like you still got it, Trikova Gona." Roan put his bow down and grabbed onto the knife that was stuck into the tree.

"Looks like you've saved me again, your majesty," Dakota smirked at him as Clarke had just turned around. Roan had rolled his eyes at the girl's words.

"Roan?" Clarke said, surprised to see the Ice Nation King.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's been following your tracks," He retorted cockily, making his way towards Clarke and Dakota. Dakota furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as he snatched the flame out of Clarke's hand.

"Give that back," she hissed, moving to grab it but he held it out of her reach.

"Good-bye, Wanheda," he muttered quietly, turning around to leave. Clarke pulled a pistol out, pointing it at the back of his head.

"Wait."

"You have a real gratitude problem. You know that?" He snapped, knocking the gun out of her hand. Dakota watched as the gun fell into the forest with a loud thud, and she snorted as she watched in awe.

"Would you just hear me out? I need to find a Nightblood to put that in," Clarke said desperately, grabbing his arm to stop him from walking away.

"I already have a Nightblood to put it in."

"Please just stop."

"Because of you, Ontari never ascended, so, no, I won't stop, not until the Ice Nation has its Commander," He was growing angrier the more Clarke delayed him from leaving.

Dakota rolled her eyes and walked over to Roan, grabbing onto his jacket and turning him around to fully face her. She reached into her coat, flipping the knife into her hand and putting it against his throat. "You wanna put the flame into Ontari? Fine, but you need someone to insert the flame, Clarke knows how."

"Are you trying to lose a finger?" Roan asked, looking down at the girl's knife, and suddenly, flipping her onto his back while the knife dropped onto the ground behind them. "Are you kidding me, Roan?" Dakota's fists pounded against his clothed back as he turned around to leave, but once he did he ended up looking at the barrel of Bellamy's gun.

"You were saying? Drop her," Bellamy raised his gun at the center of his head as he moved forwards. Roan gently dropped the girl, only to have her glaring up at him. "Hands where I can see them," He moved towards Clarke and Dakota, his heated brown eyes looking into the icy glare of the Ice King.

"You okay?" Bellamy's eyes left Roan's for a moment only to voice concern for Dakota. She nodded, knowing that Roan would never actually hurt her.

"Then let's go."

"He's coming with us," Clarke said quietly. Dakota furrowed her eyebrow, turning towards the blonde with confusion in her eyes. She could almost see the gears turning in her head as she laid out a plan.

"The hell he is," Bellamy retorted, moving so that he was standing between Roan and the girls.

"Why would I do that?" Roan questioned, his eyes moving towards Dakota and Clarke.

Dakota had finally realized what Clarke was planning and chuckled before answering, "because we both want the same thing.." She replied, looking back at Clarke. "to put the Flame in Ontari." Clarke had nodded at her and Dakota had shook her head, remembering what Clarke told her about the conclave.

"How do you know he's not chipped?" Bellamy hesitated as Clarke looked at him expectantly for him to put his gun down. Roan narrowed his eyes at Bellamy.

"If he were, do you think he would've saved us?" Clarke asked, raising her eyebrows at him. Dakota caught Roan's wondering gaze and Bellamy's hand tightened against the gun when he noticed the looks they were giving each other.

"Still, we need to be sure." Dakota flinched as Bellamy shot Roan in the arm, electing a groan of pain from the King. Then he moved forward and knocked him out with the butt of his pistol.

Dakota raised her brows and looked down at the unconscious man. "That was a little unnecessary, don't you think?" She glared over at Bellamy as she walked over to Roan and started grabbing his weapons.

"Now we're sure." Bellamy looked back at her and put his gun back into it's holder.

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The Rover moved swiftly through the gravel roads as Dakota tied off Roan's arm with her teeth, ripping away the extra cloth. "I'll take the bullet out when we into camp," She looked over at Clarke who had nodded at her, and Bellamy who looked away with a look on his face.

Dakota looked up into the large window when Arkadia came into view and she could see Miller standing near the garage, clutching a gun tightly.

After parking, Bellamy and Dakota shared one last glance before Dakota made her way out of the Rover, pulling an awaken Roan with her. Her knives clanged noisily at the movement, but Dakota jumped up in surprise as a pair of arms wrapped around the girl's shoulders.

"I'm glad you're alive." Raven smiled and squeezed her bestfriend before Dakota managed to get out of the girl's hold. "Yeah, things would get dull pretty quickly without me." Dakota said with a smirk as she walked back to the Rover and helped Roan off the vehicle.

"Want me to hold your hand, too?" Dakota grinned over at the King as he was having trouble getting off without his hands. Roan looked up at the girl and scowled over at her.

"Where's Luna?" She heard Raven's concerned voice.

"Luna said no," Octavia answered glumly, earning distressed looks from everyone else.

"Who the hell is this?" Harper asked, watching as Dakota lead an injured Roan out of the Rover while Bellamy kept him walking from behind.

"He's Ice Nation," Bryan answered her, seemingly tense.

"Show some respect," Dakota snapped over at him. "He's King of the Ice Nation and who I serve as second." Roan turned his head to look at her with a smirk on his face.

"He's our way into Polis," Clarke finished the introduction as Dakota glared over at Bryan.

"This way. Your Highness." Bellamy mocked him, glancing back at Miller and Bryan. "You two, on me. We'll take him to lockup."

"I'm coming too," Dakota started grabbing a medical pack from the side, but Bellamy turned around and quickly shut it down. "No, you stay here."

"Excuse me? Someone needs to take care of his wounds." Dakota walked over towards them. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Bellamy."

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Roan sat on a stool as he watched Dakota take her jacket off with narrowed eyes. He studied her, and she looked different from the last time he had seen her when he was hunting Clarke. Her hair was tied up into a pony tail with three French braids on the sides of her head, and her face was no longer littered with bloody cuts.

"I'm sorry about your wound," Dakota muttered to Roan as she began to walk towards him and grabbed a nearby stool, rolling it towards him.

"It doesn't matter," He replied gruffly, turning towards her while she took the blood soaked gauze off of his bicep. He began to watch her work quietly, admiring the way her brows would furrow as she gently dug the metal tool into the bullet wound, and the large vein that would pop out against her forehead.

"It does." Dakota looked up at him with a frown on her face when Roan winced when she pulled out the bullet from his arm. She placed it in a metal tin that was on the floor next to her. She grabbed some more cloth and applied pressure as the wound began to bleed again. "Bellamy has a heavy hand, and I'm sorry you were on the other side of it," She asked as she looked up into the icy cold eyes of the Azgeda warrior and when he didn't answer her, she began redressing his wound.

"What is that?" Roan immediately jumped back at the sight of a white cream that Dakota squeezed out of a bottle. Dakota looked up in amusement, "It's to help fight infection," She went to grab his arm to place on her lap again, but Roan pulled back, not fully trusting it.

Dakota rolled her eyes and sighed. "Do you really think I would poison my King?" Roan's gaze met hers and he pursed his lips. "Your King?"

Dakota nodded as he grabbed onto his arm once again and she was pleased when he didn't protest. He gently allowed her finger to graze the bullet hole with the white cream. "Can I ask you something, Roan?" She suddenly asked, her eyes flickering between his eyes and what she was doing.

"The scars on your face, What are they?" Dakota's hands stopped working for a moment as she looked back up at Roan, her eyes wondering over his facial features, stopping on the scars that marked his temples.

Roan didn't meet her eyes, instead he looked down at the blood soaked gauze that was left on the ground. "They're a story. Trikru and the other clans have tattoos, but Azgeda has scars instead."

Dakota nodded as he grabbed onto a clean gauze and started to place it against the wound. "I can't imagine how much that must've hurt. I mean, I only have them on my back, and they hurt like a bitch."

Roan met her brown eyes. "You have kill marks?" He asked her in surprise that a girl from the Sky would undergo a Grounder tradition. "How many?"

Dakota smiled as she worked on tying the knot of the cloth that held the gauze on his bicep. "Probably more than you have," She looked up at him briefly with a playful smile on her face. "Will you tell me the story behind your scars?"

"Perhaps, if you let me see how many kills you have." Roan smiled back at her as Dakota looked up at his face.

A/N: AH, OKAY. YES MY BB ROAN IS BACK. I decided to split this chapter into two parts, since it's already 2324 words and I don't want this chapter to be super long, since I know as a reader, how tiring it is reading a story with over 5000 words. Anyways, I hope you guys love the chapter, and if you did, leave me a comment below. I love reading them.