Hello, my friends! So this is one of my first multichapter fanfics for the 100. I've had this idea for a while now, and thanks to citigirl13's story, Bravery, I finally had enough inspiration to write it. Seriously though, if you haven't read it, definitely go check it out! Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate it.
Enjoy!
She wakes up and the world is a bright white, she needs to get out, and she feels the panic rushing through her body. She tries to scream and nothing comes out of her tired lungs, it's as if the air had been sucked from the room. She goes to the small window in the door and sees her friends, but she can't get out. She's trapped. She can't help anyone, not even herself.
It's how the nightmare always starts, everyday since she got out of that god forsaken place.
Clarke takes a deep calming breath, trying to think of anything but her friends in Mt. Weather.
Her mother calls her name, and Clarke rises from her makeshift cot on the drop ship floor.
It's the day she's been waiting for, the day that she's dreaded, the day when she'll know if she can save her friends.
As Clarke treks through the woods to meet the Commander, she knows one thing for certain.
She will get her people back.
And she'll even make an alliance with the Grounders to do it.
After helping Anya escape, she really thought she had a chance. But then Anya died. Clarke certainly thought that this would result in her own death as well.
But instead, the Commander of the Grounders lets her live. He wants his people back just as much as she wants hers.
They set up a meeting, her with her mother standing rigidly beside her, fearful that these earthborn people would hurt them. But Clarke is not afraid. She has faced these people before, she has defeated them. Her stance is strong and she shows them that she is not afraid.
He walks into the room with his head held high. His eyes are an inferno, the black paint around his lids only highlighting their intensity. He is in all black, his jaw is set tensely, and his right hand rests on the sword hanging by his side.
He's absolutely terrifying, but he is also very beautiful.
Clarke's eyes meet his intense gaze.
"I want an alliance," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "Together we have a chance of getting our people out alive."
The Commander quirks his eyebrow, "And just what do we Grounders get out of this alliance, Sky Princess?"
She almost shudders at the nickname. She hadn't been called 'princess' since the explosion at the old camp, since Finn was by her side.
She sets her jaw, so her appearance doesn't display her overwhelming emotions. "You get one less group of people going after you, and someone who will help you heal your people once they are freed."
He seems to think it over for a moment, taking the time to shift his weight back and forth on his heels.
"Fine," he decides. "But there are some conditions to this agreement. Firstly, you must ensure that you are able to reverse the effects of the Reapers. Secondly, only you and I will know of our plans, no others," he says, eyes shifting to Clarke's mother, "and thirdly, you must make sure your people will work with my people. If they dare call my people savages, or lay a hand on one of them, this alliance is over. There will be a whole new set of problems for you if the alliance breaks."
Clarke nods, seeing the rationale in his conditions.
He orders everyone out of the room, so the two can discuss plans, as stated in his conditions.
"We need to show them we are united," Clarke says.
"Then first perhaps we should be acquainted. I am Bellamy," he says, offering her his hand.
Her eyes flick to meet his dark orbs. "Clarke," she responds, taking his hand.
"I agree that we should show them we are a untied force," he says as he removes his hand from her grasp. "Perhaps you could lead us to the cave tomorrow at sundown so that we can survey the perimeter without being too suspicious. Perhaps we should keep our alliance a secret for now, just so they are more surprised when we show up to get our people back."
The agreement is made to meet the next day, the Commander smirking at her. A contract is drawn up then, to ensure that both sides would stick together until everyone was out of Mt. Weather. When all is settled, the Commander takes his sword from his side and raises it to his hand, slicing it open. He presses his bleeding hand to the paper. After that he signs his name, Bellamy. He eyes Clarke, waiting for her to do the same.
She hesitates, but only momentarily before using his sword to slice her own hand open. She mimics how Bellamy signed the contract.
"Well, Princess Clarke," he starts, looking at the contract, "it looks like we have ourselves an alliance."