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Waking up to the waning rays of sunlight for the day, Clarke hadn't felt this bad in a long time. She felt exhausted and hurt in a number of different places, particularly her arm as the stitches had once again come open and dried blood trailed down her arm to her hand and her throat as she coughed up water as she lay on her side. The events of the past few hours were coming back thick and fast for her.
'Did I really jump off that waterfall?' She thought to herself, as she turned around and looked up to see in the distance, the turbulent water cascading down from a larger than she remembered height. Taking a step back she really got to appreciate the vista being offered to her. She considered herself somewhat of an artist and for the first time in a long time she was getting the itch to draw what was in front of her. Given everything that had gone on since 'The 100' had landed on the ground, with survival at the forefront of everyone's minds, there hadn't been a lot of time left over for her art.
Her clothes were still somewhat damp as she slowly got to her feet and looked around. She wondered what had happened to Anya. She remembered insisting that they stick together only to turn around and find that Anya was nowhere to be found. She also remembered being cornered by Reapers only to have soldiers from Mt Weather stop them by using a high pitched sound from handheld devices that only affected the Reapers before they briefly recaptured her.
A distraction allowed her to break free of their hold on her and enabled her to run and eventually jump from the top of the waterfall. Clarke realised with not much light left in the day and a reasonable trip ahead of her to get to the dropship she needed to come up with a plan. Having nothing on her but her wits and courage, she figured out a number of things which would allow her to come up with a plan quickly. She needed to get out of the open and fast as she didn't want to risk capture or worse by Mountaineers or by the Grounders. She didn't have any weapons to defend herself with so it was probably best she find somewhere to wait out the night and make for the dropship in the morning.
Surveying her surroundings, she figured a trip to the hatch where she and Finn had shared an intimate moment what seemed like an eternity ago was her best bet. She wondered what had happened to Finn as the last time she saw him was when she had to close the dropship to use the rocketfuel to flash fry the Grounders who were attacking the camp. She knew in all likelihood that Finn was probably dead, just another body that was essentially ash on the ground, but a small part of her wanted to hope that he had gotten away in time.
She picked up a sizeable rock from along the shore of the river, thinking that if it came down to it, she could use the rock as a melee weapon or as a projectile if it came to that. In no time at all, she was making a brisk pace through the forest, all the while keeping an ear out for any signs of danger. It wasn't that long ago that she remembered running for her life after the grounders had captured her forcing her to use her medical expertise to save a young girl while threatening to kill Finn if she did not comply, and as she escaped she ran into a trap and was strung up high in the air.
After many minutes of walking and jogging, she began to notice more familiar landscape meaning that she was closer to her destination. Clarke still could not believe the vibrancy of the colours down here on Earth. The muddiness of the brown of the soil, the deep blue of the water and the rich greens of the plant life. Even the way the light had certain effects on things, creating shadows and the way the water sparkled as the sun's rays reflected off the surface was nothing she could truly attempt to capture on canvas, paper or any surface with which she could draw on, not until she'd actually experienced it.
She had lapsed into a false sense of security though when she heard before she saw a group of Grounders standing around. Just off in the distance, she knew that the hatch was waiting but the only way to it was through the Grounders. There were three of them, with knives at their belts and bows slung across their backs. There was no way that Clarke was going to be able to take all three of them on at once, but she didn't need to take them out, she just needed to evade their notice.
Looking around her feet she picked up a stick and she crept closer to the Grounders. She could hear their speech more clearly now but it wasn't in a language that she understood. Aiming careful, she tossed the stick in the opposite direction and heard the rustle it made amongst the shrubbery. This diverted the Grounders attention and stopped their conversation at once. Weapons drawn, they begun to move in the direction of the sound and further down the path away from Clarke and the hatch.
Waiting long enough for her opportunity, Clarke then dashed out with the rock in hand and made it to the hatch, slowly and quietly removing the lid and easing her way down into the bunker below. As she hopped off the ladder she turned to see a body on the floor. It was a Grounder with a gunshot to his head and blood pooled around him on the floor. Kneeling down, she touched his neck, not to feel his pulse as he was clearly dead but to feel his temperature.
'He's not that cold so he mustn't be long dead,' she thought. Draping a sheet over him, mostly so she didn't have to look at him, Clarke made her way over to the bed and laid down, eventually succumbing to the fatigue that had been plaguing her for the last few hours.
Clarke's dreams were troubled and she didn't sleep very well. She kept picturing any number of horrible things, most notably the skin and appearance of the soldier affected by the radiation, as well as the Grounders who were held in cages like animals by the Mountaineers and those hanging upside down being drained of blood to aid in the recovery of the Mountaineers. She also kept seeing Finn's face, that last time she saw him before closing the dropship's door for the rocketfuel BBQ. She saw his face transform from his healthy one to the bones and ash that she saw before being captured.
As she woke up, she took stock of her surroundings. The bunker was still largely untouched from the last time she had been there; art supplies still adorned the shelves as well as all sorts of other objects. She'd have said that no one else had visited here before here impromptu stay last night, but that wasn't true on a number of counts. She suspected that Finn had most likely spent some time here as he often roamed by himself, but aside from that, the slowly decomposing Grounder on the floor was also indication that someone else had visited here.
Having no idea what the time was as her father's watch was no longer around her wrist, Clarke opened the hatch and was greeted by the rays of morning sunlight which were peeking through the canopy high above. Looking left and right to make sure the coast was clear, she hopped out, pulling the hatch lid shut before making her way to the dropship, eyes peeled for those Grounders she evaded the day before.
The camp site around the dropship brought back all those horrors once more to the forefront of Clarke's mind as everything within a certain radius was burnt to a crisp, anything and everything that was in the path of the rocketfuel. The wall that they'd spent awhile constructing lay flattened on the ground, a ghostly reminder of the weak protection that it had once offered. The dropship was completely deserted as she pushed aside the flap that blocked the entrance. "Raven? Finn?" She called out tentatively as she looked around but no one was there.
There was a considerable amount of dried blood on the floor where she remembered seeing Raven last with her gunshot wound and another spot a few feet away but she wasn't sure whose blood that belonged to. Possibly the Grounder who was dead at her feet, him having been shot point blank between the eyes. Climbing the ladder to reach the upper level of the dropship, Clarke poked her head up there and looked around seeing no one else. She did however spot a long blade that would serve as good close quarter's protection. Other than that and given the absence of anyone, she didn't waste any more time than was necessary.
Back out in front of the dropship, Clarke decided to move onto the next phase of her plan. Seeing as she knew that the Mountaineers knew where the dropship was, and that they figured she might return there, Clarke knew that she couldn't stay here. She remembered seeing the Ark falling from the sky on the night of the battle with the Grounders and she got a brief glimpse of where it was located and she decided she'd head there and see if there were any survivors. So after getting her bearings, she took off in the direction of the Ark, attempting to make a decent pace on an empty stomach.
While taking a break on her journey Clarke wondered what might have happened to Raven. Did she die? That didn't seem likely given that there was no body to find, unless the Reapers had carried her off. She knew Raven wasn't captured, or at least she didn't think she was, because surely she would have seen her in the medical ward if she had been taken too.
A rustling nearby disturbed Clarke out of her thoughts as she quickly hid behind a large tree, peeking out to see that it was just one of those two headed deer's that she, Jasper, Monty, Finn & Octavia had gotten a glimpse of on their first day of being on the ground. She let it pass and continued to walk purposefully in the direction of the Ark and noticed that the tree line was thinning out.
She wondered how Jasper and Monty were doing as she had left them and the others behind when she had escaped from Mt Weather. She knew that they'd be safe enough with the Mountaineers as long as they didn't put a toe out of line and that they were smart enough to figure that out. She remembered Jasper calling her crazy for not trusting the Mountaineers and how he'd wanted her to stop sticking her nose where it didn't belong to ruin the comfort and luxuries afforded to them by the Mountaineers.
But she knew from the moment that she woke up in that sterile white room that something was off about the Mountaineers. She'd go back and save her people from the Mountaineers but she'd need help for that, so for the time being they had to stay put as she walked further and further away, one step at a time from Mt Weather and the so called "safety" it offered.
She could see a lake starting to take shape ahead and next to that was the large hulking structure of the Ark, or at least part of it anyway. Around the base of it, people were working and guards were keeping watch. Although she didn't know these people by name, she knew of them and recognised an odd face here and there. Running up to the entrance, faces started to turn and look at her, recognition evident in their expressions.
Abby came running over and embraced Clarke, "It's so good to see you alive again Clarke," she said as tears of joy begun to run down her face.
She pushed back to see Clarke's indifferent expression on her face. "It's good to see you too mom. I'm glad that there are people here as there's no one else left at the dropship."
She quickly explained all that had happened to her, about the Grounders and Mt Weather and her escape. "I've had a search party, well two actually out looking for you and the other kids," Abby explained as she told Clarke of the recent developments from the Ark.
"Well I need to go back out and find them, I can't just sit here not knowing, not doing anything," gesturing behind her to the vast forest.
A stern look crossed Abby's face before she announced, "You're not going anywhere Clarke. I've just gotten you back. Besides, Kane and his search party have a Grounder with them and are out looking for the kids and Bellamy, Finn, Murphy and others are also out there looking, you don't need to be in harm's way."
"The Grounders don't have the rest of our people, they are in Mt Weather," she crossed her arms defiantly.
"My mind is made up Clarke, I'm chancellor now and that is an order." Abby thought for a moment. "Kane and his party were going to talk peace with the Grounders, so if that goes well when they get back we may have them on our side so we can get our people back from Mt Weather. In the meantime, I want you to continue you medical training and help Raven in her rehabilitation as well as shadowing Jackson and myself."
With that she had Clarke escorted to the medical section of the Ark and had an armed guard placed on Clarke to follow her at all times. In the medical section she saw Raven recovering. "Clarke! It's really you! What happened to you and the others?" Raven asked.
Clarke got her first good look at another person who had been with her at the dropship but not in Mt Weather. Raven was looking better than when Clarke had last seen her. She was wearing her loose fitting grey top and blood orange jacket, as well as her long black pants, the Zero-G mechanic chic that was as every bit Raven as was her DNA. She was propped up on the table she'd been laying down on and her hair was in her characteristic pony tail. Clarke could tell that Raven was still a little 'out of it' as she didn't expect such a warm welcome given the animosity between the two. 'Mom probably gave her some pain medication and she's a little zonked from that,' she thought.
"We were taken after the battle with the Grounders by the people living in Mt Weather." Clarke quickly relayed the events to Raven,
"Wow that's insane. She really won't let you go after Finn and the others to help?" Clarke shook her head. "I've even got my own personal bodyguard to keep me company," she motioned at him.
"My mom wants me to resume my medical training and help you with your rehab."
Raven smiled. "Well if I get better quickly we could always bust out of here and go after them ourselves," making a series of hand gestures which Clarke presumed were to mime breaking out of the camp. Raven told Clarke about everything that had happened to her from when she woke up in the dropship having passed out for awhile and it filled in some of the gaps for Clarke. She smiled at Raven's optimism, but with her mom's protection hovering and the likelihood that Raven wasn't going to be recovering any time soon, her mood was dark.
4 weeks later…
Clarke was going insane with cabin fever. She'd done what her mom had asked, keeping up the pretence of continuing her medical training but she was secretly waiting for her chance to break out and go off on her own. Her attempts hadn't gone so well though, because each and every time she'd tried getting out and had given her guard the slip she was rounded up in the forest. It was as if her mom had been anticipating such a thing from happening and Clarke decided to bide her time once more.
A few more weeks had passed and there was still no word or sign from Kane and his party or from Finn and the others and she was starting to get worried. On the bright side, Raven had been making remarkable leaps and bounds in her recovery. Abby had called it nothing short of a miracle that Raven was able to recover so quickly after such extensive nerve damage in her legs.
"Well as you know I'm feeling much better, so how about you and I make an escape attempt. You probably need my help to get away from the second set of guards that pick you up," Raven teased as she lightly punched Clarke's arm.
The two of them had really bonded over the last few weeks, especially given the rocky start they'd had to a friendship when Finn was in between them. Clarke was finding that she enjoyed Raven's upbeat, tough girl personality. She also admired her skills and her ability to overcome any adversity that was thrown her way. She rolled her eyes as she sat on the bed,
"Right because I haven't snuck out of places before you were around."
Clarke's mood darkened as she realised that no news from either search party was probably bad news. Raven noticed Clarke's mood change and she came to stand in front of her.
"Are you alright?"
Clarke shook her head. "I'm just thinking that we might not see some of our friends again. They've been gone for this long and we've heard nothing from them and the wait is killing me. I want to go out and search for them myself."
She looked down at the floor. Raven raised Clarke's head with a finger under her chin so she was staring in her eyes.
"What happened to the serious, let's never leave our friends behind and never give up Clarke?" Raven's hands were on Clarke's shoulders now having given her a slight shake.
"You and me, we're going to go and find them and we're going to bring them back," she pointed back and forth between the two of them the tip of her finger pressing against Clarke. "We'll get some weapons and anyone in our way better watch out." Clarke smiled, but it was a sad smile at Raven's bravado.
"That's easier said than…," Clarke begun to say before she was interrupted by Raven's lips pressed against hers. Raven moved her hands up to cup Clarke's face and Clarke pulled back, a look of confusion crossing her face.
"What was that about Raven?" Raven smiled as she pushed Clarke's legs apart and stepped even closer to her.
"You needed to be distracted from your sadness and truthfully, I've wanted to do that for awhile now Clarke."
Clarke was speechless as she looked at Raven's radiant expression. Part of her didn't know what to think about what Raven had just said and another part of her liked it. A lot. Her feelings were all jumbled, as she wasn't even sure Finn was still alive but now that Raven was declaring her interest it confused Clarke even more.
Raven on the other hand, liked where this was going already. She'd spent many hours over the past week thinking about doing just that to Clarke and now that she'd tasted her lips she wanted more. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when her feelings for Clarke developed from just friends to something more but she was glad they did.
In the beginning she resented Clarke for taking Finn away from her, but over these last few weeks, she got to see exactly the kind of person Clarke was. She moved in slowly and seeing that Clarke made no attempt to move away from her, she kissed Clarke with more passion this time, using her tongue to part Clarke's lips and slide into her mouth. Clarke was returning her eagerness by putting her arms around Raven's neck, drawing her closer.
"Wow."
Was all Clarke could say when they broke apart. She found herself smiling just as much as Raven was. Her pulse was racing and she was slightly out of breath just from that kiss. It got her thinking what it could be like if they took it further.
"How about you spend the night with me and we'll plan our escape from here?" Raven asked. Clarke nodded and allowed Raven to lead her to bed.
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A few hours later, Clarke and Raven lay under the blankets their clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor.
"So how do you feel about the plan?" Raven asked as she wiggled closer to Clarke who was lightly tracing a finger back and forth down Raven's upper body.
"I think it's our best play if we want to get out of here and having you along will definitely help."
They'd agreed to get the drop on Clarke's guard and they were going to get two guns which they'd need if they were traipsing through the forest looking for any clues on the whereabouts of their friends.
"What do you think about us?" Raven said as she motioned a finger back and forth between the two of them, looking intently into her eyes.
Clarke answered by leaning over and pulling Raven in for a kiss. She pulled Raven on top of her and kissed her slowly. Her hands were running down Raven's back, upping the heat of their embrace the longer it went on. Raven's body fit perfectly against Clarke's and it was a level of intimacy that both had never experienced before.
"Does that answer your question?" She said coyly, her voice taking on a husky quality which caused Raven's lust to flare up.
"Absolutely it does. I like this side of you Clarke and I like that I have you all to myself," she sighed knowing that they had to get moving but would have preferred to lay there all day with her.
"As much as I want to make the most of you being in bed with me we've got a plan to execute. I'll get the guns and you get dressed for me," Raven said as she got up and let the blanket fall back onto Clarke.
Clarke got to appreciate Raven's body in a new way as she watched her pick up her clothes and put them on piece by piece. Raven knew she was being watched and it gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling inside which only intensified when she saw Clarke watching her.
Turning, she crooked a finger and Clarke rose from the bed and Raven enjoyed watching the blanket spill onto the bed as she gazed longingly at Clarke's body. Clarke walked over and kissed Raven once more before Raven pulled away.
"We can't get distracted no matter how good the distraction would be," she said as she handed Clarke her bra.
Clarke quickly got dressed and went to carry on her part of the plan which would be to carry on as normal, while Raven got the weapons and hid them for retrieval later. She felt restless all day, she just wanted to get out and start looking for her friends already. Abby however, seemed to notice that Clarke's mind was not 100% on the job.
"It's important that you place them in this position to allow for the airway to open…What's up Clarke you've been distracted all day?"
"I'm just sick and tired of waiting around here doing nothing while my friends are out there and probably in trouble," she slumped down into a chair the picture of exasperation.
"You've been doing good work here, continuing your training and helping people out, especially Raven," Abby gaze softened. "I don't know how many more people I want to send out into the unknown Clarke. The rest of the camp are worried enough as it is with the search parties having not returned."
"So don't send a group of people. Just send Raven and I and we'll find out what happened to them," she got up and crossed the room grabbing her mom's hands, her face impassioned with the belief that she could get to the bottom of this.
Abby just shook her head and Clarke knew that what she and Raven had planned definitely had to go ahead.
"I refuse to send you out there Clarke. The worrying would drive me crazy and as for Raven, she shouldn't be pushed into doing something too strenuous regardless of her recovery. So don't go putting ideas into her head."
Clarke only smiled at this, knowing that it was Raven who had suggested they leave in the first place. She walked back to her room to find that Raven was already there, but close behind Clarke was the guard. She turned to face him,
"Do you mind giving us some privacy?"
Stepping out into the hall and shutting the door behind him, Clarke quickly crossed the room to Raven where she kissed her quickly.
"I've been waiting all day to that," she said which brought a smile to Raven's face. She had her hands at Raven's waist keep her body pressed against hers.
"I got all the stuff that we need," Raven said pre-empting what Clarke was about to ask, "Now all we have to do is ditch the tail," she continued as she got into position by the doorway, gesturing with her head to indicate the guard outside.
Clarke opened the door, poking her head out but making sure that Raven was out of the line of sight. "Can you come in here please? I need your help with something," she said to the guard.
Clarke turned and walked back further into the room not waiting to see if the guard followed her inside. Sure enough though, a moment later he came striding through the door with his weapon holstered. He looked at Clarke expectantly which was all the distraction Raven needed as she stepped toward him silently from behind and kicked him behind his right knee causing him to tumble forward.
"It's nothing personal, we just need to go after our friends," Clarke said dropping to crouch in front of the guard so she was at eyelevel as Raven wrapped an arm around his neck and her legs around his torso, cutting off his air supply.
Raven had wanted to strike him with force to knock him out, but Clarke didn't feel right doing that to one of the Ark's people so they compromised with this less aggressive solution. Within moments the guard had passed out and they took an arm each and dragged him further into the room, leaving him beside the bed. With that tricky part of the plan out of the way, Clarke and Raven strapped a pack each onto their backs and headed out the door. Raven took Clarke's hand in hers as they walked out, checking to see if the commotion had brought any unwanted attention.
"What? Too much? Raven asked after eyeing the look on Clarke's face.
Clarke just smiled, "I didn't figure you for the hand holding type," she said. Raven started to let go but Clarke held on,
"I like being close with you, even hand holding," she continued and that's how they walked out of the Ark together.
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It was an eerily quiet night and the sky was cloudless, filled with stars. Many of the now displaced residents of the Ark had turned in for the night as the ground was littered with tents. Clarke noticed how much quieter it was down on Earth compared to the low level background noise that accompanied the systems and machinery on the Ark when they were in orbit. They strolled out the front and where almost to the tree line,
"So you were going to leave without saying goodbye?" asked Abby. Clarke and Raven turned still hand in hand to face her, a defiant expression etched onto Clarke's face.
"Well after I'd been kept prisoner here and my friends, our people still out there I," she paused, glancing briefly at Raven, "We have to do something."
"I'm only trying to keep you safe Clarke. I waited so long to be able to see you again and even then there were times when it was likely I'd never see you again. I'd hate to lose that now that I've been given the chance," Abby said as she stepped forward, "Please Clarke," she added further putting one hand on top of the other in a pleading gesture.
Clarke crossed her arms and stepped forward. "I still haven't forgiven you about what you did."
Abby sighed. "I can see that I'm not going to change your mind, you've got my stubbornness," she looked over at Raven. "I know that you and my daughter have gotten close. Please look after her and make sure she comes back."
Raven nodded. "I will Abby." She moved forward and hugged Clarke briefly from behind before taking her hand again and leading her past the line of trees and out of sight. Abby watched the two of them leave until they were swallowed up by the darkness and wondered if she'd see her daughter again.
Clarke released Raven's hand and they pressed on in silence, weapons at the ready in case they needed to use them. "She loves you, you know," Raven said to break the silence.
"You shouldn't waste that, the time you have with loved ones because they'll be gone before you know it," she continued as she walked alongside Clarke whilst looking at her attempting to gauge her reaction.
"You understand why I can't look at her, let alone forgive though right?" Raven nodded, her rifle slouching slightly as she put her free hand on Clarke's arm.
"I do, but I care about you Clarke and so does your mom and she's only doing what she thinks is best."
"Can we not talk about this right now?" As soon as the words left her mouth there was a loud snapping of a twig. Clarke whirled around in the direction it came from to hear movement in the trees. Whoever was out there was making not attempt to disguise their presence.
"Stand back to back, okay?" Raven asked as they both had their rifles up at the ready. The silence was thick and deadly as they waited for whoever it was to show themselves. The first Reaper charged toward them and was easily cut down by Clarke. They shifted around keeping an eye on every possible point of attack.
Within moments they were swarmed with Reapers coming at them thick and fast, both of them concentrating on staying alive and what was immediately in front of them. Eventually the sound of gunfire ceased, the ground littered with the bodies of the many Reapers who had attacked.
Raven turned to check on Clarke and she quickly raised her gun up as she took in the sight in front of her. A female Grounder had Clarke held close to her with a knife at her throat. Clarke' gun was on the ground discarded and useless.
"Let go of me Anya! I saved your life we can work this out," Clarke said addressing the female Grounder who Raven now knew was named Anya.
"Let her go or I'll shoot!" Raven threatened but the malice wasn't behind her words. She knew that it would be too risky to try to shoot Anya with Clarke so close, even as she adjusted her posture to hold the rifle steady so she could make a clean precise shot if necessary.
Anya tightened her grip on Clarke and pressed the knife to Clarke's throat a little harder.
"We both know that you won't shoot, not with the odds of you hitting your friend higher than hitting me," Anya replied. Raven lowered her rifle,
"What do you want then? If you wanted her dead she would be already."
"My clan won't take me back unless I have something to offer them. I lost a lot of my people when we battled yours, we need some form of retribution and that's where you two come in."
Raven raised her rifle up once more. "That's not going to happen. The moment I get a clear shot at you, you're as good as dead."
Anya laughed. "I was watching you two before, the Reapers attacked. I know that you are together; you wouldn't risk her life now would you? That's what you'd be doing if you tried anything. She'd be dead before you could kill me and then what good would that be for you?"
Raven let out a sigh of exasperation, her rifle hung limply at her side her other hand palm open and face out. "What do you want me to do? Just don't hurt her."
Anya considered for a moment and as her gaze met Raven's it was full of anger and hatred. "You're going to be in front of me at all times, protecting us with that gun. Try anything and she," Anya tightened her grip even more, bringing a slight whimper from Clarke, "will suffer for it. We're going to go meet with my people so I can hand you over."
Anya quickly motioned in the direction she wanted Raven to start walking and once she was behind her slowly followed as they took their first steps towards the Grounder settlement.
A/N:
Music that inspired the chapter
As part of the writing process, I've found that music often helps spark the creativity that leads to how certain scenes/scenarios will play out. In some cases, it helps generate an idea or a different way of approaching a scene. In other cases, I imagine the music in the background setting the tone for what is to come or the emotion/s felt by those characters or even just to lend some insight into what they would be feeling (e.g. fear with a darker macabre piece of music).
I decided to share the music that allowed me to bring to life my fanfiction and I hope you'll see what I mean if you listen to the songs. If you'd like to hear exactly in greater detail as to why these songs were chosen feel free to inbox me!
Songs:
Venice Rooftops - Jesper Kyd (When Clarke is running through the forest after her 1st escape from Mt Weather)
Earth - Jesper Kyd (When Clarke sees the Ark for the first time after leaving the dropship)
Torn - Natalie Imbruglia (When Clarke feels helpless about finding her friends & Finn)
Kiss Me - Sixpence none the richer (When Raven finally kisses Clarke)
Imminent Attack - Jesper Kyd (When Clarke and Raven get attacked after they leave the Ark to go after their friends)
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