The 100 belong to Kass Morgan and the CW and who knows who else. They aren't mine, and I'm borrowing them for my own amusement, and will put them back when I'm done.
Teina is Trigedasleng for joined or entwined. There are other bits of Trigedasleng in here, and any translation errors are totally my bad.
Clarke Griffin followed her people down the mountain. She walked alone, ignoring the glances thrown over the shoulders of the remnants of the 100 teens abandoned to earth by the leaders of the Ark space station. More than half of them were gone – 'dead,' she corrected. 'My fault.' – and the 44 who remained stayed in a group, helping the weaker of them walk, carrying the few who had been especially abused by the Mountain Men. Mount Weather's residents would not poison, drug, imprison, or murder anyone ever again. With few exceptions, they lay dead on level 5 of the shelter. Their leader, Dante Wallace, was dead at Clarke's hand, as well, executed in an attempt to bring his son, Cage, to heel.
That failed, leaving Clarke with no options after Lexa, commander of their allies and provider of an army intended to crush the Maun-de, accepted a deal with the Maunon that allowed her to leave with all the living captive Trikru. The anguish on her face as she excused herself from Clarke was met with the blonde's anger and confusion. That, combined with the condition of her friends, led her to pull the lever that ended the terror of Mount Weather.
Now she followed, making sure no one fell or was forgotten. She didn't speak, apart from encouraging those who slowed or fell. Clarke wasn't aware of the eyes following her uneven path back to Camp Jaha. Her concern was for her people.
When they reached the camp, Bellamy Blake stood opposite Clarke at the gate. He performed his role in the assault perfectly, improvising when necessary to take down Mount Weather's defenses and open it to Clarke after Lexa took her people and left. They watched and counted to make certain everyone was safely inside. Among the last to enter were Lincoln and Octavia. The couple who struggled to find their place in both the Grounder and Ark camps paused long enough to report the death of Cage Wallace and Emerson's escape. Clarke nodded and waved them inside. Monty was last, and he and Clarke hugged each other tightly, saying nothing, before he entered.
Bellamy turned to go in, but stopped when he realized Clarke wasn't beside him. He turned to see her still outside the gate. "Clarke?"
"I'm not going in."
"We can get through this."
She looked inside the gate and shook her head ever so slightly.
"Clarke, if you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you. You're forgiven. Please come inside."
"Take care of them for me."
"Clarke."
"Seeing their faces every day, it's gonna remind me of what I did to get them here."
"What we did. You don't have to do this alone."
Clarke looked away from Bellamy, at the people beside the fence, and forced back tears. She wouldn't look weak in front of him, in front of anyone. "I bear it so they don't have to," she answered, echoing Dante Wallace and beginning to understand what it meant.
"Where you gonna go?"
"I don't know." Before he could try again to change her mind, Clarke kissed Bellamy's cheek and hugged him. "May we meet again."
He held onto her until she pushed away. Clarke walked away, and as he turned to enter Camp Jaha, Bellamy quietly echoed, "May we meet again."
100 – 100 -100
Exhausted as she was, Clarke walked slowly. The only place she could think to go was the drop ship where her trials on Earth began. As she trudged through the woods, she felt eyes watching and stopped abruptly. The slight rustle of foliage behind her made Clark turn around. She scanned the trees and ground but saw nothing, though she knew someone was there.
"Tell the Commander I'm fine and leave me alone," Clarke ordered, and resumed her trek. Whoever followed either stopped or became more stealthy.
At the drop ship, Clarke was glad for the reduced light. The corpses surrounding their first camp were one small part of the deaths for which she was responsible.
Inside the drop ship, Clarke climbed to the second level and dropped the hatch. She doubted anyone would bother her, but spun the wheel to lock it anyway. She felt her way along the bulkhead to the pile of blankets she knew lay there. She made herself comfortable, although she doubted she would sleep, and was surprised when she woke sweating, screaming, and battling the covers.
While her breathing calmed, Clarke made no effort to return to sleep. She opened the hatch and climbed down the ladder, made her way across the small space and through the fabric protecting the entrance. Through the gray fog that preceded dawn, she saw the charred corpses again.
She walked carefully through them, counting each skull. She'd tried to ignore them before, but understood now that their deaths were her fault, and that she would have to remember them.
First, though, she had to return to Mount Weather, to count the dead, to see them and make certain that she forgot none of them, not the Grounders, or her own people, or the innocent and guilty of that place.
It was still empty when she arrived, and Clarke's footsteps echoed in the tunnels and hallways. She took the time to check each room, adding her tally. When she finished the count, Clarke left through the main entrance. In the distance, she saw a mixed group of
Ark people and Grounders climbing toward Mount Weather, no doubt to begin taking from it everything of any use or value. Clarke set off at an angle that would put her in the trees, out of their line of sight, and began to work her way to the other side of the mountain. Perhaps having it between herself and all she knew on Earth would be enough.
100 – 100 -100
Lexa felt ill as she faced Clarke in the tunnel. She reminded herself that she had to be heda, that she was obligated to do what was best for people no matter what her heart felt. She did not want to break their pact, and she especially didn't want to hurt Clarke, but took the deal anyway, knowing the former was possible and the latter unavoidable.
"Just go," Clarke spat at her, and Lexa did. She stood at the entrance to Mount Weather and watched Grounders troop past. Many were slow, obviously ill or injured, and Lexa waited until the last passed her, troops following to protect against any treachery by Maunon.
Lexa called Indra, her most experienced warrior, to her side. "Make sure they reach our camp and receive the care they need."
"Sha, Heda."
"I will find you when I need you again," Lexa instructed.
"Your guards," Indra began.
"Are better used making sure our people are well. Go," she ordered, and Indra reluctantly did.
Lexa watched for a few moments before turning back toward the mountain. She found a place to hide and watch, hoping against hope that she would see members of Skaikru exit.
Hours later, Lexa gasped as the Skaikru limped out. She remained still, hardly breathing until she spotted Clarke's blonde locks.
Lexa paralleled the Skaikru's trip down the mountain, watching from the trees, and frowned when everyone except Clarke entered the Skaikru camp. Why would Skai Prisa not join her people?
She tracked Clarke, her concern for the younger woman causing her to forget to be silent and invisible. Fortunately, no one was there to see her shame when Clarke called her message.
Still, Lexa continued to trail Clark, and was relieved when she holed up in the drop ship. Clarke would be safe there for the night, and Lexa had to return to her camp. Once there, she didn't sleep. Lexa spent the night walking from tent to tent, seeing who was returned to them. In the morning, she walked to Camp Jaha and waited alone at the gate until it opened.
Abby Griffin and Marcus Kane greeted her, and Lexa answered with a nod, watching as Bellamy, Lincoln, and Octavia approached. She looked at each of them in turn before speaking to Abby. "In the mountain, I had to do what is best for my people, but I want our treaty to continue."
"So you can betray us again?" Bellamy asked belligerently.
Octavia gripped Bellamy's upper arm to keep him from approaching Lexa. Seeing her struggle, Lincoln took hold of his other arm.
Lexa ignored him. "You need our help. We need your help. There are many things in the mountain that will benefit all of us, but we must get them quickly."
"Where's Clarke?" Abby asked.
"She is safe," Lexa assured.
"You've spoken with her?"
"No, but I saw her. One of my people will watch her. We want no harm to come to Skai Prisa. I," Lexa emphasized, "want no harm to come to her."
Bellamy snorted.
"The agreement will stand for now," Abby decided. "I need to get back to the Medbay. Get a group together and go. We need medical supplies," she said briskly, and left them.
"We will have a group ready soon, Commander," Marcus said. "I'll send them to the gate."
Lexa nodded and left.
"I'll take care of it," Bellamy told Marcus.
"Take Monty. Raven's hurt, and he'll know what tech stuff we can salvage. Don't pick a fight," Marcus added.
Bellamy clenched his jaw but nodded his assent. "You guys stay here," he told Lincoln and Octavia, who had released him once Lexa was out of sight. "I don't trust her."
100 – 100 - 100
"What do you mean you can't find Skai Prisa?" Lexa demanded angrily.
The young scout bowed her head, ready to accept whatever punishment the Heda demanded.
"Find her," Lexa snarled, and added an emphatic, "Now," when she didn't move quickly enough.
The scout almost tripped trying to get out of her presence.
Lexa dropped her head into her hands. She knew Clarke was angry with her, and understood why. She wanted to fix things between them though, and needed to keep her word to Skai Prisa's mother. If something happened to Clarke before Lexa could at least try to repair their relationship…
She shook her head to clear that thought. Clarke would stay safe and they would work things out. Lexa accepted Clarke's, "I'm not ready," after they kissed, and looked forward to the time that Clarke was willing to fan the spark between them.
In the meantime, she had memories of Clarke, her strength and compassion; her refusal to accept defeat; her scent and taste; the brilliance of her smile and the depths of her eyes.
The ease Lexa felt with Clarke was new to her. Her time with Costia was full of firsts for both of them, and Costia's murder by the queen of the Ice Nation left Lexa hollow. Until Clarke came into her tent, fearless and impertinent, Lexa ignored all attempts by anyone to get closer. She was heda, and no one could touch her. No one could ease her pain or salve her memories.
Clarke changed all of that without trying, without doing anything except being herself. She questioned Lexa, challenged her, made her reexamine her prior consideration of every subject they touched. Slowly, the hollow in Lexa began to fill with Clarke.
It terrified her.
So many things could happen. Everything could be destroyed before they even started or everything could go the way of the thoughts Lexa indulged for a few moments before sleep.
She ardently hoped the second would become more than a wish.
100 – 100 -100
Clarke walked down the mountain. She repeated the count of her dead, picturing those she knew or had seen alive and imagining those she hadn't. Clarke started with those who died in the drop ship's impact with Earth, and continued as she walked. The voices she knew filled her memories, distracting her from everything as she walked. When she came across water, she drank. When she saw a plant or berries she knew were safe, Clarke ate. She didn't stop to rest, just moved at a steady pace through the forest.
When it began to get dark, she momentarily wished that she'd brought along something beside a knife, pistol, and a few extra rounds of ammunition. There was nothing to be done about it tonight, and she forced herself into a bramble thicket. Maybe tomorrow night she would find a place to watch the stars. It had to be better than being constantly startled into wakefulness by her memories.
It was barely light when Clarke set off again. She found a stream and drank deeply, and continued across the valley between Mount Weather and its neighbor. Clarke eyed it speculatively, and began to climb again, picking up her count where she left off, and beginning again when she reached the end.
The next night, Clarke slept beneath a rock overhang. She trembled violently after waking in a sweat, uncertain whether she had cried out. There was no reason to shiver any longer against the cold rock, and Clarke began to climb again.
Each day, she became weaker from the lack of proper food. After the third day, she wasn't really hungry any more, although she took every opportunity to drink. On the fifth day she stumbled into a cave high on the unnamed mountain. Clarke rested for a short time, her litany of the dead continuing every waking moment.
The cave was used by someone before Clarke arrived. There was a small fire circle, filled now with ash and bits of burned wood. The walls held the odd design in black, red, and white. Clarke found their sources, charcoal from the fire, white and red clay deposits just outside.
And she decided what she had to do.
Trigedasleng is the Grounder language.
Maun-de is The Mountain; Maunon are Mountain Men.
Skaikru are people from the Ark Space Station. Trikru are the Woods Clan, the first Grounders the 100 encountered.