Reruns

By Moo Chapman

Large blocks of text found within this fan fiction were taken from either from the show or the Second Network Rewrite

I claim no ownership of any of this.

'This signifies voiceover'

This signifies Trigedaslang

September 13, 2149

'I used every second of the time I was given gathering together the tools we would need. I spent a lot of time trying to convince people that, I of all people wasn't entrapping them, which I had to do every time I went to the black or grey market. It was beyond annoying but the results were worth it.'

She had given the bag containing everything that she had collected the morning of the day that her father would be executed and she arrested. She said her goodbyes to both Blake siblings with only Bellamy knowing that they would not be met again for nearly a year when it was the time for them to walk once more upon the Earth.

Within hours of watching her father die Clarke was in the 'Skybox' locked in solitary with just her charcoal and plans to keep her company. The eleven months had passed so much more quickly this time around as she went over and over her memories of the Hundred first days on the ground and how and what she and Bellamy planned to change.

'History tells us that the end of the last war had also seen the end of man time on Earth.

Not that the War had done much more than speed up the planet's inevitable death, humanity had been slowly killing the world that had birthed them for three hundred years. Humans are a greedy race as a whole and took from the Earth whatever caught their attention without regard to the cost, like magpies collecting coloured string shiny foil.

'We are told that this is how the Earth died

'This was the story that the three hundred and eighteen souls were aboard the twelve space stations that joined together to create the Ark decided to tell their children along with the fairytale of Unification.

'After all, as the once conqueror and dictator Napoléon Bonaparte once said 'History is just a set of lies agreed upon. Even my incarceration here in the Skybox is based on a lie, a lie I chose but still a lie.

'I didn't believe in when I discovered the device, seriously what sane person would. Time travel isn't can't be possible. The idea, though, that it just might eat away at me, so against all reason and sanity I tried it. I wouldn't say I really thought that the device was going to work; in fact, I half believed it was going to kill me. It worked; the jump was short, just five hours.

'With the knowledge that I could change everything, undo my mistakes a simplistic version of the plan took over my mind, I knew if I was going to pull any of this I would need help. So I went to the only person that would believe me when I laid this kind of craziness on them, the person that just happened to be the only person in creation that I trusted completely Bellamy Blake it took a while but I convinced him that the device worked and we finalised the complete plan

'We have so many regrets, Bellamy and me, this was our chance to set right our wrongs, to make right choices and walk a better path.

'Saying goodbye to Dad was harder was harder this time around, but the months in solitary had been easier, this time I had lived the dream. I knew the smell of that the first cool rain released when it hit the trees on a hot day. I have walked in the early morning fog and caught freshly fallen snow upon my tongue. I have floated in rivers and heard the wave's crash upon the shore.

'It is so much easier to live in the memories of my time on the Earth.

'Any minute now the guards would come and I will be taken to the Drop Ship and Bellamy and I would begin to change what we can.'

Clarke knew the time had come when she heard the lock on the door to her cell. The fear that had shot through her so long ago was absent now; instead, she was filled with of determination.

"Prisoner 3-1-9. Face the wall!" The guard ordered as he stepped in, Clarke obeyed slipping her father's watch into her pocket she wasn't going to risk the struggle this time, nor was she going protest. They were taking her exactly where she wanted to go. Hold out your arm."

Clarke watch the guard was closed the wristband around her outstretched arm; she couldn't help the flinch or the hiss of pain as the band bit in her. She hadn't released how much it hurt given that she had been unconscious in the original timeline.

Clarke was unbelievably pleased when the guards barely touched her, after the deprivation of solitary she was a little hypersensitive every sound louder every light too bright.

All throughout the Sky Box, the delinquents of the Ark were frightened some were crying, the doctor/healer in her wanted to reach out and comfort them, tell them about the better chance at life that they were getting, that she was going to be there and protect them.

"Clarke!" Abby Griffin called out, making her way through the crowds of juvenile delinquents and guards, and took her child in her arms

"Are they reducing the population? Buying more time for the rest of you?" she asked her mother with a false defeated calm.

"No, no Clarke, Abby gestured the guards away and as Clarke was obediently following orders obeyed and went off the bracelet and transport others "Don't speak about that, that secret has cost us enough,"

"No! Keeping it did!" Clarke exclaimed showing all the passion she had lacked moments before. "People have a right to know that the Ark is dying" Clarke hissed she didn't really want anyone to hear. She wanted her mother to have her chance to do the right thing as she had done before.

"Clarke you're being given a chance to save us all, you're not being executed. You're being sent to the ground, all one hundred of you."

"Oh, so we are going die slow painful of deaths of radiation poisoning instead of a clean death by floating." Clarke smiled with fake cheer "on behalf of all of us please convey a most heartfelt Thank You" Clarke managed to make the Thank You sound very much like a Fuck You! Abby was flustered for a moment but quickly recovered

"Clarke you are being given a chance to live that won't get here." Abby took her daughters face in her hands, "your instinct will be to take care of everyone else first, just like your father, but be careful. I can't lose you too"

"Go back to your Council Mother, leave me, and send me to my death just like you did Dad." Clarke couldn't help the bitterness at her mother's actions. She lost her right to call herself the better woman when she internally admitted that it thrilled her just a little her mother's hurt and shock at her knowing the truth.

She pulled away and started down the path that the guards had started her on. She was the calm amongst the fear and confusion as she locked herself into a seat which to the best f her recall had been hers the first time that she had made this trip. She knew she was close enough when she a guard push a very belligerent Finn Collins into a seat across the way.

It wasn't long before Wells Jaha made his way to the empty seat beside her. "Well you idiot, what are you doing here?" despite the fact that she had expected him, she was honestly frustrated at the stupidity that had to lead him here.

"When I found out they were sending the prisoners to the ground, I got myself arrested… I came for you."

The small ship jumped and jolted about electing gasps and small screams from the delinquents, despite the fact that Clarke knew she would reach the ground she couldn't help her grip on the seat. The tight hold was simply instinctive.

"It was just the ship hitting the atmosphere," Wells informed her, Clarke knew that he was afraid, and trying to reassure her. He was a good friend and she had missed him desperately, in the still moments that she hadn't been fighting for her own continued survival.

Screens placed throughout the Drop Ship came to life, with speakers crackling and popping then going quiet ready to carry Chancellor Jaha's words to their lowly ears.

"Prisoner of the Ark, hear me now. You have been given a second chance" regardless of dislike and distrust of all authority the Drop Ship quieted to hear Jaha's words. "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 have seen others. Frankly, we are sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."

"Your Dad's a dick Wells!" someone on their level yelled.

"If however, you do survive 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" Clarke frowned at the screen Mount Weather was a civilian outpost why was Jaha telling them it was military? "It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain 300 people for up to two years. No one ever made it there. Because we can spare you no food or water or medicine, I cannot stress strongly enough that Mount Weather is life."

"Spacewalk bandit strikes again!" Someone yelled "Go, Finn, Check it out," Clarke shot her head to where Finn was Finn was enjoying the 'reduced gravity' or 'Zero lift' that the Drop Ships quick plummet produced.

Finn floated over to Wells and Clarke laying back as through completely relaxed, unconcerned that he was risking his life.

"Your Dad floated me after all," Finn's comment brought laughter from all of them.

"Get your stupid arse back in your seat, before you get yourself or one of us killed!" Clarke knew what was coming and other were about to follow Finn's reckless example, she looked at one of the boys that she believed was going to follow him and saw the boy following him out of his seat "You're killing yourself!"

"Hey, you're the traitor who's been in solitary for a year," Finn's flirting had been charming to her back then and she had real feelings for him, but right now all she could see was the reckless child endangering his life and the lives of ever one around him, all the while he unaware of the hardships that were approaching with all the speed of the Drop Ship plummeting to the ground. Right now she didn't like what she saw in this boy.

"Get back into your seat you idiot! The parachute is going to deploy,"

"Come on were just having fun," Finn insisted

"Your one responsibility is to stay alive." Jaha intoned from the screen as the 'chute deploy, bringing about rapid deceleration, ending Finn's fun and the lives of the boys that had followed him. Finn simply hit the floor and given that he was close to it and his angle he hit with enough force to knock the wind out of him but not to do any real damage.

The other two were not so lucky Clarke knew that she couldn't have possibly have heard the two boys pinballing around the Drop Ship over the screams of those around her, and the tearing of metal as the hundred-year-old cobbled together Drop Ship began to fail under the stress of re-entry, she couldn't have heard the boys neck snap as he impacted the comm-system. He was lucky that the impact did, in fact, break his neck otherwise he would have died in pain from the massive head trauma, she didn't see much of what had happened to the second boy but she did see him land on the floor next to the to the first.

"The retro rockets ought to have fired by now," you didn't have to be Wells best friend to hear the fear in Wells' voice this time

"Relax Wells, everything on this ship is a hundred or more years old, just give it a second," Clarke told him.

"Clarke, there's something I have to tell you. I'm sorry I got your father arrested," Clarke fort back her instinctual grasp of the seat restraints and held tight to his hand.

"I know it was my mother, Wells." Clarke turned to face him, "you shouldn't have come if the Earth doesn't kill you, they will."

Clarke focused in on herself, over the screams and crashes. She waited until all was quiet but the whimpers and breathing around of the ninety-eight souls around her.

"Listen," Monty canted his head, "no machine hum."

"Whoa. That's a first," Jasper wondered. Buckles all around the Drop Ship disengaged snapping open with clacks.

Clarke knew that the boys were dead but moved to them anyway to double check, Finn moved to them also. She couldn't help it, she was furious with him. This boy had because he had followed Finn's heedless example. She moved her hand from the boy's pulse to his head wound, she covered her hand in the poor boy's blood. With her clean hand, she took Finn's hand in hers

"The outer door is on the lower level. Let's go." A male voice proclaimed,

Finn probably thought that she was trying to reassure him, she wasn't. He needs to remember this moment, maybe it would stop him from making the mistakes that he had made in the past, this time around. She covered his hand with the one covered with the bloody one as the people around them began to make their way downstairs.

"To remind you," Clarke told him as Finn pulled away discussed. "Their blood is on your hands, and now everyone can see it," she knew that this was a kind of cruel but she really needed Finn to make different choices, walk a different path. This was for his best interest.