Hey guys! So, welcome to my The 100 fanfic. I fell in love with show right from the first minute of the first episode and finally decided to write a story about it. I know I'm using Nina Dobrev and the name Elena, but I've always loved the name and I absolutely adore Nina, so I'm just gonna roll with it :P

"You know, I think I've figured out what it is that you want in life." The handsome cadet sat in front of me says.

Leaning forward on the table, I raise a brow out of curiosity and ask "Oh, and what's that?" with a smile.

He simply leans closer to me and grins. "You want a passionate love, one that drives you crazy. A love you can't control, an adventure. A fairy tale love with a twist. Life on the Ark is too dull for you, a girl who wants to experience the world in colour."

A smirk appears on my lips. "Well then, I'd better find this love fast since all I'm surrounded by are these plain grey walls."

Elena's POV

I smiled slightly as I thought back to one of my last, and favourite, conversations with Bellamy. I remembered every detail of the conversation and him. His dark hair was relatively short and pushed back, I wonder if he's kept it short? Or has he grown it? His brown eyes, much darker than my own, sparkled with mischief as he thought he had me all figured out. That annoying, smug grin that I loved to hate danced across his lips. He had always been amused by my love for fairy tales, but I couldn't help it. They were an escape from the sad reality I live in. True, I thought that the princesses could do with being a little more kick-ass, but hey, they're still pretty loveable. My mom always told me that I could write my own fairy tale, that I was in charge of my own story and that I could be whatever kind of princess I wanted to be. Hence, Bellamy's favourite nickname for me; Princess. Original, I know. I tapped my fingers against the metal floor as my thoughts turned to Clarke, my blonde best friend who was practically my sister. My mom was a doctor along with Abby, Clarke's mom, but was also close with Jake, Clarke's dad, since they grew up together and I have always thought of them as a second set of parents. I had always been jealous of Clarke's golden locks and pretty blue eyes and had made sure to let her know about it, but she would simply shrug it off with a laugh. She's not very good at accepting compliments. All I can do is hope they're all safe. I let out a frustrated sigh as I remember one person who I knew for sure wasn't safe. Octavia Blake. The beautiful little sister of Bellamy, who was locked up for being born. Completely unfair and totally not her fault. She still had a year left before being reviewed as opposed to my measly 2 weeks, so that's something, I guess. I truly felt for her; she has been locked up one way or another her entire life and no one, except me, Bellamy and her mother, has been able to witness her bright, charming personality. Life on the Ark really does suck. I sighed and let out a small groan of annoyance. I'm so damn bored. Being locked up is no party, it does give you a lot of time to think, though. You see, any type of crime is taken very seriously on the Ark and not even my father, the almighty Marcus Kane, could save me from here…not that he would. We don't exactly get along. It's funny, when I was younger I adored my father just as much as he adored me. But then my mom died, or rather was killed for saving the life of a little girl (she gave the girl a dose of medicine that exceeded the limit stated in the law), and everything changed. He became cold, distant and selfish, craving the power that only the Chancellor could have and I grew up, finally realising that life on the Ark wasn't so great. Oh right, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Elena Marie Kane, it's nice to meet you.

About an hour after my pity party, the door to my cell slammed open. I shot up as I saw two guards walk in. "Woah there, boys. I still have another two weeks, you've got the wrong cell."

One of the guards, a short blonde man with cold grey eyes, glared at me. "Prisoner 320, face the wall."

"Well, since you asked so nicely…" I muttered bitterly, turning to face the wall. Oh look, more grey. Yay.

"Less of the attitude, Kane." I scoffed at the use of my last name, screwing my nose up out of distaste, that's how people refer to my father. "Now, hold out your right arm."

"I'd rather not." I protested before hearing the click of their weapons. I quickly stuck my arm out, rolling my eyes. I suddenly felt several needles pierce my wrist. "OW! You son of a bitch, what the hell?" And then I kinda lost it…I elbowed the tall, black haired guard, who had put some kind of bracelet on my wrist, and shoved the blonde guard out of the way, making a break for the exit. I got out and saw a frantic blonde crying and an older woman trying to calm her down. Wait a minute… "Clarke? Abby?" I asked breathlessly. Tears gathered in my eyes as I threw myself at them.

"Oh my god, Lena!" Clarke sobbed, wrapping her arms around me and sobbing into my hair.

I glanced at Abby, who was also hugging me. "Abby, what's happening?"

Clarke's head snapped up as she looked at Abby. "They're killing us all, aren't they, reducing population to make more time for the rest of you?"

Abby shook her her head. "No Clarke, you are not being executed. Girls, you're being sent to the ground, all one hundred of you." She smiled.

"What?" I asked, eyes widened. We're going home?

"But it's not safe. No. No." Clarke argued. Abby merely shh'd her. "We get reviewed at eighteen." She's holding out hope for that. Tch, that is so Clarke.

"Wait, what are you even in here for?" I asked. I really should have paid attention to all of the gossip during the rare times we could have actual human interaction, but no I had to be bitter and isolate myself.

Abby placed a hand on my shoulder. "Not now, Elena. Both of you listen to me, the rules have changed. This gives you a chance to live." She turned to Clarke. "Your instincts will tell you to take care of everybody else first, just like your father. But be careful, I can't lose you, too. I love you so much." She kissed her head as a guard shot a dart in the back of Clarke's neck.

"Clarke!" I yelled, catching her as she fell. I slowly lowered her to the ground and looked up at Abby. "My father?" I wondered, looking around for him.

"He's not here." Abby said quietly. "But he loves you, Elena."

I laughed bitterly. "Sure he does."

She took my face in her hands. "Be careful down there, Sweetheart. Look after yourself, I don't want to lose you either." I felt something stab my neck as she kissed the top of my head. The last thing I remember is falling into Abby's arms, still clutching onto Clarke.

I groaned as my head rolled around. "Where am I?"

"On the drop ship." I heard from my left. I looked over and saw Clarke peering back at me. "Are you okay?"

"My head's a little fuzzy, but I'll be fine. You?" I answered.

"Me too, except…"

"Except what?"

She frowned. "Wells is here." She mumbled angrily.

My eyes widened and I lurched myself forward. "What the hell are you doing on here?" I hissed loudly as I caught sight of my friend's face.

Wells gave me a sheepish smile. "When I found out they were sending prisoners to the ground, I got myself arrested. I came for you guys." He totally just came for Clarke. The drop ship suddenly jolted, causing a slight squeal from me.

"What was that?" Clarke sounded scared. Can't say I blame her.

"That was the atmosphere." Wells informed us.

The screens surrounding us suddenly turned on, showing Chancellor Jaha, Wells' dad. "Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable." Nice.

"Your dad is a dick, Wells." One boy said. After that speech, can't say I disagree… Various laughs sounded.

I listened to Jaha's speech again. "Those crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean. The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three hundred people for up to two years."

"Spacewalk bandit strikes again."

"Woo!"

"Go, Finn!" There were a couple of shouts and when I turned to look at what they were yelling about, I saw some idiot floating about the drop ship.

'Finn' was a guy with relatively long, brown hair and a beanie on his head. He floated past us with a cheeky grin on his face and looked at Wells. "Check it out. Your dad floated me, after all." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at his lame joke.

Wells kept a straight face, not the slightest bit amused. "You should strap in before the parachutes deploy."

A couple of clicks were heard and another two people go out of their seats. "Hey, you two, stay put if you want to live." Clarke warned.

"People can be really stupid." I commented under my breath, shaking my head at the two kids who followed Finn out of their seats.

Jaha's speech continued in the background, but no one was really listening. "Mount Weather is life. You must locate those supplies immediately."

Finn glance at Clarke, curiosity clear in his eyes. "Hey, you're the traitor who's been in solitary for a year."

My eyes widened. "Wait, what? Clarke, what is he talking about?" I asked the blonde.

Clarke ignored me. "You're the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on an illegal spacewalk."

"But it was fun. I'm Finn." Finn shrugged, introducing himself.

"Your one responsibility is stay alive." I heard Jaha say.

The drop ship jolted rather abruptly, sending Finn and the others who got out of their seats into the walls of the ship. "Oh my god! Finn, are you okay?" I yelled. All I got in response was a groan. Sparks started appearing out of nowhere, causing everyone to flinch.

Wells started panicking. "Retrorockets ought to have fired by now."

Breathing heavily, Clarke responded. "Okay. Everything on this ship is a hundred years old, right? Just give it a second."

"Clarke, there's something I have to tell you. I'm sorry I got your father arrested."

"What? Why am I only hearing about this now?" I screamed over the noise of the ship and the others yelling.

I noticed tears gather in Clarke's eyes as she stayed facing forward, refusing to look at Wells. "Don't you talk about my father." She snapped.

"Please, I can't die knowing that you hate me." Wells begged.

Clarke finally turned to him. "They didn't arrest my father, Wells. They executed him. I do hate you." There were multiple crashes before the ship finally landed and everything went quiet.

"Listen. No machine hum." I heard a guy, who I believe is called Monty, say.

"Whoa. That's a first." His friend noted. Jasper, was it? We all started undoing our belts and getting up.

Clarke went to walk over to Finn, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her. "Explain. Now." I demanded.

She looked down, avoiding my gaze, and shook her head. "Please just give me a minute." She walked over to Finn, who was hovering over one of the guys who followed him out of his seat. He checked for a pulse. "Finn, is he breathing?" Finn shook his head, a solemn look upon his face.

"The outer door is on the lower level. Let's go." A random guy shouted.

Clarke quickly got up and ran after him. "No. We can't just open the doors." I sighed and leaned down next to the other guy that followed Finn out of his seat. I felt for a pulse. Nothing.

"Is he-" Finn Started, but couldn't finish.

"Yeah, he's dead." I whispered. Finn sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

I quickly climbed down the ladder to the lower level. "Clarke? Clarke?" I called out. Pushing my way through the crowd, my eyes finally landed on golden hair. I went up to her and grabbed her arm. "Hey-"

"Elena?" A deep voice asked. My body stiffened at the sound of the voice. It's not possible… I slowly turned to the front of the drop ship to find someone I didn't think I'd ever see again. There stood Bellamy Blake; hair slicked back, large smile on his face, eyes lit up.

"Bellamy?" I whispered. And for about the millionth time today, my eyes watered. Okay slight exaggeration, but today has definitely been emotionally exhausting. I shook my head, not believing what I was seeing.

"C'mere." He beckoned me over. Letting out a disbelieving laugh, I launched myself into his arms, throwing mine around his neck. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, as if I was about vanish. "I missed you." He mumbled into my hair.

"I missed you too." I pulled back enough to see his face and began my inquisition. "But how are you here? How is this possible?" Bellamy opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by someone else speaking up.

"Bellamy? Elena?" A quiet voice questioned. A brunette climbed down the ladder and pushed through the crowd towards us.

"That's the girl they hid under the floor." I rolled my eyes at whoever said that. Grow up. Octavia walked up to us, shock written all over her face at the sight of us - more specifically, Bellamy.

"My God, look how big you are." I heard Bellamy say quietly, the smile returning to his lips.

Octavia hugged him tightly and then pulled back to look at him. "What the hell are you wearing, a guard's uniform?"

He was quick to defend himself. "I borrowed it to get on the drop ship. Someone has got to keep an eye on you two." He glanced towards me and then back to his sister, who smiled and hugged him again. She pulled back, looked at me for a moment and then threw herself at me.

I giggled and hugged her. "I missed you too, O."

"Where's your wristband?" I heard the familiar voice of Clarke inquire.

Sighing, I glanced over at Clarke with a warning look. "Clarke-"

I didn't get to finish my warning, though, because Octavia pulled away from me and glared harshly at the blonde. "Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother and best friend in a year." Clarke flinched slightly at Octavia's use of the term 'best friend'.

"No one has a brother."

"That's Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor." Octavia tried to pounce on whoever said that, but Bellamy held her back.

"Octavia, Octavia, no. Let's give them something else to remember you by." Bellamy suggested.

The extremely pissed off Octavia turned around and directed her annoyance at him. "Yeah? Like what?"

Bellamy smirked at her, not minding her snippy tone. "Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years." Octavia's face lit up at his proposal, grinning victoriously and nodding her head in agreement. I watched as Bellamy turned around and pulled the lever down. Everyone was blinded by a bright light and we were met by a gentle breeze. It was beautiful, magical even. The trees were tall and filled with vibrant green leaves, the earth looked fresh and slightly damp. And the air… the air was incredible. I inhaled deeply, loving the feeling of the fresh air filling my lungs. Refocusing my attention back on O, I watched as she walked forward, albeit a little hesitantly, but it was obvious that she was eager to get out there. Like me, she inhaled a deep breath before letting it out. O deserved to be the first person on the ground after everything she'd been through. I glanced over at Bellamy and watched as his eyes flickered between the view and Octavia. He turned to me, obviously feeling my gaze on him. I gave him a small smile before turning back to Octavia, very conscious of the fact that his gaze lingered on me.

Octavia continued walking until she reached the edge of the drop ship. I subconsciously leaned forward in anticipation. She jumped on the ground, threw her hands in the air and yelled. "We're back, bitches!" Everyone cheered and ran out after her. I lost track of Clarke, Bellamy and Octavia in the crowd and decided to wait the others out, moving to the side of the ship to avoid getting pushed. Once everyone was out, I walked to the edge of the drop ship, just as Octavia did only minutes ago. I glanced around, taking it all in before a hand was offered to me.

"Coming down, Princess?" Bellamy asked with a charming smile. I grinned at him and took his hand, hopping off of the metal and onto the soft ground.

"Wow…" I said breathlessly.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

I shook my head. "It's more than just amazing, Bell, it's-it's…I can't even describe it!"

He chuckled at my lack of words and gave me hand a squeeze. "I know what you mean." And I didn't doubt that one bit, he always knew what I was thinking and feeling. Unfortunately, before I could allow myself to be selfish and indulge in the Earth even further, I had to sort things out with Clarke and Wells. Seeing them fight, hearing Clarke say that she hated Wells, hurt. It was awful, because they had been so close to one another before. I guess thinking of my friends being at odds with each other made me frown and look upset as Bellamy tugged on my hand, making me tumble into him. "What's wrong?" I couldn't answer him because someone spoke before I could even formulate a response in my head.

"Turn that frown upside down, Elena. We're home!" Octavia cheered, latching onto my arm.

I gave her a weak smile. "I know, it's just…" Both Blakes looked expectantly at me. "I really have to find Clarke." I was highly aware of the questioning, and annoyed might I add, looks the Blake siblings sent me. Neither of them relinquished their hold on me. "Please, you guys? It's important." They both sighed and, in sync with each other, nodded their heads with the exact same brief eye roll. It was kinda creepy how alike they were. "Thank you." I quickly kissed Bell's cheek and hugged O, ruffling her hair once I pulled back, before running off to find Clarke and Wells.

It didn't take long to find them. Clarke's head of golden locks was pretty hard to miss. She was hovering near the ramp of the drop ship, using it as a table to look at something.

"Whatcha got there?" I asked, approaching her.

She seemed startled for a moment, but quickly brushed it off and returned her gaze back to whatever she was holding. "It's a map of where we need to be."

"So a map of this place then?" I waved my arms around to gesture to the area surrounding us.

"Not exactly…" She answered nervously.

"What do you mean?"

"We got problems." Wells said, coming up from behind us. "The communications system is dead. I went to the roof. A dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires." He frowned.

Clarke looked at him and sighed. "Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather."

"Wait, we aren't on Mount Weather?" I asked.

Clarke shook her head sadly. "See? Look." She pointed to a map. "This is us." She drew a line to another point. "This is where we need to get to if we want to survive."

Wells looked impressed. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Clarke was silent. "Your father." He answered knowingly.

Now would be a good time to step in. "Is he really…gone?" My words were hesitant from not wanting to know and not knowing how to phase.

I heard Clarke swallow and then take a deep breath, probably trying to avoid letting her voice crack. "Yes." And for once in my life, I was speechless. Jake was really gone.

"Ah, cool, a map." A voice said from behind us. Jasper sauntered over and grinned at me and Clarke. "They got a bar in this town? I'll buy you a beer." He joked.

I chuckled and grinned at him, reaching a hand up to mess his hair. "Sure thing, buddy." He was kind of adorable, really. He and Monty.

Wells, however, definitely did appreciate the joke. He grabbed Jasper's arm and shoved him back. "You mind?"

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hands off of him. He's with us." A guy with his own little posse walked towards us. I think his name's Murphy. I may not know the latest gossip, but I do know names. Well, some of them.

Wells held his hands up. "Relax. We're just trying to figure out where we are."

"We're on the ground. That not good enough for you?" Bellamy's voice cut in. I sighed, knowing trouble was right around the corner.

Wells looked around and walked over to Bellamy. "We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father's message. That has to be our first priority." Clarke walked over to Wells and stood beside him. I groaned and reluctantly followed, not really wanting to get involved.

"Screw your father." Octavia smirked. Oh god, she really has become like her brother. She's even picked up on Bellamy's annoying traits. "What, you think you're in charge here, you and little Miss Sunshine?" She sneered at Wells and Clarke.

My protective instincts perked up at that as I walked over to stand in between the four of them. "Okay, cool it, you guys. Bellamy, Octavia," they both looked at me, "we're just trying to figure things out, okay?" They both seemed to relax at that, but, of course, Clarke had to let her thoughts be known.

"Do you think we care who's in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now."

Bellamy was quick to respond. "I got a better idea. You two go, find it for us." He looked at Clarke and Wells. "Let the privileged do the hard work for a change." Okay, now I'm offended. There was a quiet murmur of agreement from the rest of the delinquents.

"Okay, fine. If that's what you want, then let's go." I shrugged, looking at Clarke and Wells, about to walk up to them. Someone grabbed my arm before I could.

Bellamy frowned at me, not liking what I was doing. "No, not you."

I turned around to face him. "Why not me? I'm 'privileged' as well, aren't I?" I said angrily.

A look of guilt passed over his face. He leaned closer to me, "you don't know what's out there," he said lowly.

I appreciated the worry, but I wasn't about to abandon my friends. "That's exactly why I'm going. I'm not letting Clarke go alone." I matched his tone and leaned closer to him. "You protect your sister and I'll protect mine."

Wells spoke up. "That's not the point! We all need to go." He was suddenly shoved from behind, making me jerk forward instinctively, but Bellamy held me back.

"Look at this, everybody…the Chancellor of Earth." Murphy snickered. I heard Bellamy and Octavia chuckle along with the other delinquents.

"Think that's funny?" Wells growled. Murphy suddenly kicked Wells' leg out from underneath him, making fall to the ground.

"Wells!" Clarke and I yelled at the same time, both trying to get to him, but being held back.

"Bellamy, let go of me!" I hissed, struggling against him.

"You're not getting in the middle of that." He replied steadily, tugging on my arm so that I fell into him and he could wrapped his arms around me for a better grip. Everyone was cheering, watching the fight. Giving up on trying to escape, I turned back to the fight. Murphy kept pretending to lunge at Wells, who had his fists up ready to fight.

Finn hopped off of the drop ship and landed in between the two, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. Everyone fell silent as they listened to what Finn had to say. "Kid's got one leg. How about you wait until it's a fair fight?"

Octavia walked over to him with a flirty grin on her pretty face. "Hey, spacewalker, rescue me next." Finn smiled at her before walking away. She watched him walk off with a dreamy look on her face. Bellamy finally let me go, well except for his grip on my arm, and marched us over to Octavia. He gave her a stern look. "What? He's cute."

Bellamy looked around before sharply stating "He's a criminal."

"We're all criminals. That's why we're down here." I added, receiving a look that told me to shut up. Rude much?

Octavia smiled at me and then looked back at her brother. "You heard her, they're all criminals."

Bellamy grabbed Octavia's arm and started dragging us both away. "Look, O. I came down here to protect you."

I tugged my arm out of his grip. "I'm just going to leave you two your sibling bickering." I received two sharp 'Blake glares', as I had previously named them. "Yep, definitely leaving." I confirmed and walked off to find someone who wouldn't bite my head off.

Clarke and Finn were talking about going to Mount Weather, gearing up to go. "We're leaving now? Great." I grinned at them as I came to stand by Clarke. I was excited by the prospect of getting to explore Earth even more.

Clarke shook her head at me. "You're not going."

"What? Why not?"

She glanced around and pulled me closer to her, looking as though she was about to tell me a secret. "I need you to keep an eye on things around here, especially with your friend seemingly taking charge. How do you even know him?" She asked in a hushed voice.

I never told Clarke about Bellamy, though I'm not sure why. I think, at first at least, it was because I was being childish and selfish and didn't want to share him with anyone else. I grew out of those thoughts, but I guess it was because of Octavia. I didn't want to have to lie to her and make up stories about the time I spent with Bellamy, so I just never told her about it. She did walk in on a weird moment once, though… "Long story and it will be fine for us to leave for a day or so." I argued.

"No, I need you to keep an eye on Wells as well."

"Fine." I conceded with a pout. "But you better come back safe," I flashed her a wicked grin and raised my voice, "Clarkieboo." I cooed.

She groaned loudly, throwing her head back. "Don't call me that."

"Clarkieboo?" Finn snickered from behind me. Clarke gave him a deadly glare, which made him hold his hands up in mock defeat.

Wells brought us out of our playful conversation by reminding us of the harsh reality we were living in. "How are the two of you gonna carry enough food for a hundred?"

Finn looked behind him and grabbed two random people, who just so happened to be Monty and Jasper, patting their shoulders. "Four of us. Can we go now?"

"Sounds like a party. Make it five." Octavia skipped over, clapping her hands, and wherever Octavia is, Bellamy soon follows.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Ah, here he is.

O rolled her eyes. "Going for a walk." Full of sarcasm that one. I'm thinking she picked that up from me more than Bellamy.

"Hey, were you trying to take this off?" Clarke suddenly asked, lifting up Finn's wrist.

Finn grinned. "Yeah. So?"

Clarke looked at him disbelievingly. "So this wristband transmits your vital signs to The Ark. Take it off, and they'll think you're dead."

"Should I care?"

"Well, I don't know. Do you want the people you love to think you're dead? Do you want them to follow you down here in two months? Because they won't if they think we're dying."

Finn looked at the ground shamefully. "Okay."

Clarke nodded. "Now let's go."

"Clarke." I called out, making her stop and turn back. "In all seriousness, stay safe." She smiled and nodded, waving goodbye.

Octavia looked back at Bellamy for permission. He rolled his eyes at her. "Go on." She grabbed his neck and kissed his cheek happily before running off.

"Well, may as well make ourselves useful. Let's go find us some water." I offered Wells a hand, which he took. I looked back at Bellamy and then turned back to Wells. "On second thoughts, you go ahead, I'll be there in a second." Wells nodded and hobbled off. "You, Mr. Overprotective Big Brother, actually let her go." I smirked.

Bellamy rolled his eyes at me. "She would have found a way to go anyway." I nodded in agreement. "I didn't realise you we're close with Sunshine and Chancellor, huh?"

"First of all, their names are Clarke and Wells. Second of all, of course I am, their parents are on the council, remember? Third of all, I do have other friends, believe it or not, and I've been best friends with Clarke my entire life, so could you at least try to be nice to them? For me?" I asked hopefully.

He sighed. "No promises, Princess." He kissed the top of my head before walking off. I shook my head at his stubbornness and went after Wells.

"So, what's going on with you and Clarke? And don't say 'nothing' or I'll hurt you." We were walking throw the woods looking for any signs of water and decided to gather some wood along the way.

"Well, what do you know?" He asked.

"Nothing, no one would tell me anything." I said in an exasperated voice. I wouldn't be asking if I knew!

"Well, Clarke was in prison for treason. Her father found a fault in the Ark's system. They're running out of oxygen, which is why we're down here." He explained.

I let it sink in for a minute. "That doesn't explain why Jake is…gone," I fumbled over the word uncomfortably, "and Clarke was arrested." I replied, my voice quiet.

"He wanted to tell the people of the Ark, but was told not to. He made a video about it anyway and was caught. He was floated for treason and they associated Clarke with his crime and put her in the skybox."

"That doesn't explain why Clarke hates-wait, you apologised for turning her father in." I remembered, looking at him with an accusing glare. Wells looked at me sadly. "Please tell me you didn't."

"It's what she believes so-"

"'What she believes'? So it wasn't you who told?" I stopped walking and stood in front of Wells, hands on hips. "Answer me, Wells." I knew I sounded like a demanding mother who was scolding her child for lying, but I couldn't help it.

He sighed. "No, I didn't."

"Who else knew about it, Wells?"

He looked away from me. "You can't tell Clarke any of this."

"Who knew?" I already knew the answer.

"It's better for her to hate me."

"Wells!" I didn't really want him to answer me.

He sighed and looked at me. "Look, I'm not sure, but as far as I know the only other person who knew was-was Abby." He watched me closely for a reaction, knowing how close I was with Jake and Abby.

My face hardened. "So you're letting the girl you love blame you for her father's death and hate you because you think you're protecting her?"

Wells nodded. "Please don't tell her." He pleaded.

I ran a hand through my hair. "It's not my place to say anything." He looked relieved. "Oh, Wells, you're such a good person. Come here." I pulled him into a tight hug. "Everything will be okay."

"Thanks." He hugged me back just as tightly. Something tells me he really needed a hug. "Anyway, what's with you and that guy?" He asked once we pulled away. We started walking again.

"Who, Bellamy?" He nodded. "I've known him since I was 10. Bumped into him in the hallway. He picked up the book I dropped; my book of fairy tales."

Wells grinned. "You used to be obsessed with that book. I remember you took it with you everywhere you went."

I laughed slightly. "Well, he saw it and started asking me about it. We began meeting with each other more and more to talk about the book, which I thought was weird at the time, but it eventually made sense; he wanted something to tell Octavia about. Anyway, eventually we became close friends and didn't need the topic of fairy tales to hold a conversation with each other." I smiled at the memories my little story brought.

"Did you know about his sister?"

"Mmhmm, since I was 11."

Wells nodded slowly, probably surprised that I went lied to everyone, but I guess he ultimately decided that it didn't matter much anymore and glided past that fact. "He seems like kind of a jerk." He eventually admitted, rather sheepishly.

I sighed and looked down. "He's not usually like that, he's just protective, is all. Bell's a good guy really." I shrugged. Though he does seem kinda different now.

We threw the wood to the ground as Murphy and his little follower walked over to us.

"Find any water yet?" He asked.

Wells looked up, saw it was Murphy and reluctantly replied. "No, not yet, but-" He looked to the side and his words faltered. I raised a brow and looked at what he was looking at. On the side of the drop ship 'First Son, First to dye'. I wanted to slap Murphy. "-we're going back out if you want to come."

Murphy chuckled when he heard Wells hesitate. He brought his hand up to rub his face, purposefully showing off the knife in his hand. "You know, my father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him."

"Oh drop it, Murphy." I growled, taking a step forward.

"You got something to say, Princess?" Murphy taunted. I frowned at the use of Bellamy's nickname for me. Yeah, not so fond of it when it's coming from Murphy.

A hand was placed on the small of my back. "Everything okay here, Princess?"

I relaxed at the sound of Bellamy's voice. "Fine, just dealing with an idiot, no big deal." I told him nonchalantly. "Let's go, Wells."

"You spelled "die" wrong, geniuses." Wells informed them, more annoyed than anything else, as we left.

It was dark when we got back to the drop ship and there was a bunch of cheering going on. We walked towards it and I noticed a fire had been lit. Wells and I pushed through the crowd and saw a girl being held by her shoulders while she had her wrist held out, resting on a log. Murphy was trying to pry the wristband off of her with a knife.

Bellamy stood beside them. "Who's next?" He yelled once the bracelet was off.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wells asked, making Bellamy look over at him. He placed his hand on the chest of Murphy's follower, who was walking up to Wells, to keep him in place.

"We're liberating ourselves. What does it look like?" He answered with a smug grin.

"It looks like you're trying to get us all killed. The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and the Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow."

Bellamy shook his head with a smile. "That's the point, Chancellor. We can take care of ourselves, can't we?"

"Yeah!" Everyone shouted, agreeing.

"You think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers." Wells told them. Bellamy looked around, seemingly nervous that Wells might get everyone to agree with him. "I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own, and besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?"

"My people already are down." Bellamy pointed to the sky. "Those people locked my people up." He walked up to Wells. "Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that."

"My father didn't write the laws." Wells protested.

"No. He enforced them, but not anymore, not here. Here, there are no laws." Everyone cheered for him. "Here, we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want. Now, you don't have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want."

"Whatever the hell we want!" Murphy screamed loudly. Bellamy held his hand up to Murphy to emphasise his point. He had won this argument.

"Whatever the hell we want!" The others chanted.

Bellamy looked down at me. "So, what do you say, Princess? You next?"

I scoffed at him. "No way." I turned around and walked off just as a loud clap of thunder sounded.

"Rain! Real rain!" I heard someone shout as rain began to pour down. I looked up to the sky and grinned, loving the feeling of rain against my face.

Someone grabbed my arm and turned me to face them. "What's your problem? You're always going on about how you like to go against everything your father wants." Bellamy asked with a frown on his face.

"Yeah, but nothing like this, Bellamy! I don't want him to think I'm dead. He's already lost my mom, I don't want him to think he's lost me, too. He's all I have left, Bell, you know that." I finished softly, trying to ignore the wounded look on his face.

"Elena-"

"No, look," I didn't give him chance to explain himself or convince me to change my mind, "I won't keep you from doing this; I can't keep you from doing this. But I make my own choices, Bell, and you can't force me to take my wristband off. My father may be an ass and we may not get along, but he's still my father." Snatching my arm from him, I stormed off somewhere to the side of camp. I was far enough away to be out of the way of everyone else but close enough to still hear and see everything. After all, I didn't completely feel comfortable out in the open on my own.

Surprisingly, trees are relatively comfy to lean against and I was able to finally get some rest. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep for, all I knew was which was that I was awoken by the feeling of someone tucking my hair behind my ear. I opened my eyes and looked up to find Bellamy smiling down on me. "Bellamy?" My voice was croaky.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to check on you." He whispered as he stroked my hair.

I rubbed my eyes. "I'm fine."

"Good." There was a slight pause where Bellamy licked his lips and looked at the ground, clearing trying to find the right words to say. His gaze flickered back up to meet my own. "I'm sorry about earlier, Elena."

Smiling sweetly up at him, I whispered back, "it's fine. I forgive you, even if you were being a jerk."

Bellamy rolled his eyes and chuckled, placing a kiss on my nose. "Go back to sleep, Princess." He then kissed my forehead. I merely 'hmm'd' sleepily in response, leaning back and closing my eyes.