A/N: I'd had this AU bouncing around for a while, and because I needed to get back into the feel of regularly writing, here you go! Pay attention to POV character. Clarke, Bellamy, Raven, and Octavia all share a parts from their point of view.

Disclaimer: I do not own The 100 or it's characters. I do not own Falling Skies. All rights below to their respective owners.
Status: WIP multi chapter

We weren't prepared. But nobody ever is in all the stories. At first everyone thought it was a joke. We laughed and scoffed. We never knew that something was wrong. We never figured in those seconds it was more than a hoax. Once we realized… it was too late. The world we had know was ripped out from under us.

Like a thief in the night, they stole our homes, our friends, our families, our futures, and we were left abandoned and adrift in a brave new world.

We weren't prepared, but even worse, our world wasn't prepared. Our world ended. And we didn't even notice.

Chapter 1: Clarke

I pounded my fist on the door. Purposely causing a raucous would tack on a few more days to my punishment, but something was wrong. I'd been in solitary for the past three weeks. It was my fourth stint in solitary. The guards may have hated me, but they still did their jobs; and I hadn't seen or heard any of them in hours. The warden expected punctuality. The guards were our examples; every effort was made to reprogram their wayward delinquent charges.

Something was definitely wrong.

I pounded harder. "Sydney! Nygel! Hey! Who is on shift right now? My dinner is three hours late!" I pounded again. "What's going on out there?"

Something was very very wrong.

I spent the next forty-five minutes alternating between pounding and yelling. Both were big no-nos in solitary. I'd learned that lesson the hard way my first time months before when I'd arrived at Merriweather Juvenile Detention Center.

Down the hall a gate clanged, unusual since most were electronically automated. Footsteps clunked in a walk run as I could hear the jangling of keys. A dark head of hair and brown eyes peeped in the tiny window in my door.

"Raven! What the hell is going on?" I stepped back, allowing the door to swing inward.

Raven Reyes, mechanic, genius, and the closest thing I had to a friend in this place, tightened her lips and scowled at me. "You are never going to believe me," she said.

I followed her out of my room, not giving it a second glance, as I matched her limping pace, and leaving the solitary hall behind. "Come on, Raven, what's going on? Where is everyone? Where are the guards?"

"Gone."

"Gone?"

"Yup." Raven gestured to the common room ahead of us, a wry smile on her face. "The last shift didn't show, and Nygel and her group refused to stay any longer. Warden didn't come in today either; I think she's been gone for the past week. It took me an hour to break into the security room to turn on the tv. I came for you next."

I nodded my thanks, and went to join the group of girls gathered around the television mounted on the wall behind a box of plexi-glass. Some were sitting on chairs, the floor, and others were standing, most were glued to the images flashing on the screen, a few spoke quietly to each other. The hush gave a feeling of menace.

I stood back from the girls, but my eyes watched the images that began to repeat after twenty minutes of footage.

"Has it really been two weeks?" I turned to Raven, who was sitting at a game table, tech gathered before her. She must have scavenged the guard office and security room.

Harper and Monroe moved from the bigger group, joining Raven and I at her table. Harper answered, "Things were normal at first, but guards stopped coming to work, routines were messed up." She shrugged. "Rae, made the decision to get the TV on. They only played movies during free time for the past two weeks."

"Has anyone heard from home?" My gut twisted at the thought of home. Mom. Wells.

Raven twisted a screwdriver, face concentrated. "Phone and computer privileges were revoked the same time they turned off the TV."

I snorted, "I bet that went over well."

Monroe and Harper laughed. "That new girl absolutely lost it."

Raven cut a wire she was using to reinforce the tech she seemed to be making from scratch. "Harp, you weren't too keen on it either when they wouldn't let you call Monty, huh?"

Harper looked like she was about to cuss out Raven, when I cut her off with a look. "Ok, bring me up to speed."

I was thinking about what we needed to do next when Roma and another girl, who's name escaped me, brought a fuming dark haired girl into the commons. She was beautiful and really pissed off.

"You can't keep me here!" she shouted, punctuated by a stamp of her foot.

I tried not to laugh, but some of the other girls giggled. Raven introduced us, "Clarke, New girl. New girl, Clarke." I rolled my eyes.

New girl crossed her arms protectively in front of her. "It's Octavia."

I smiled. "Hey, Octavia, I'm Clarke." I offered my hand, my upbringing hard to shake even after months in juvie.

Octavia stared suspiciously at my hand. "You can't keep me here," she said again, not shouting, but just as aggressive as before.

"Well, according to our resident genius," Raven smirked at me, "everything is on lockdown. The last shift of guards came up with that brilliant plan."

"I put ten bucks on Nygel!" Monroe interjected.

"Raven says it will take a few hours before she can hack the system, then you're free to leave. I'm sure none of us really want to stay, but if what the news says is true I'm thinking it might be best for us to move cautiously." The rest of the girls were listening now. "According to that," I pointed at the television, "we are what they want. If they're really out there…" I trailed off.

Part of me wanted to run as soon as Raven let us out, but looking around the room at these girls, they might be tough, but they wouldn't last a day let alone a week out there. Maybe it was my dad in me, but I had to do what I could to help them.

A hand gripped my shoulder from behind making me jump, my time alone made me unused to physical contact. Raven smiled in apology, coming up next to me. I didn't know if she was just that stealthy or if I had gotten lost in thought.

"Phones are out, and if I'm being honest, it's just a matter of time before we lose power too, which would be bad." She handed me a rigged up radio, but it kind of looked like an ancient cell phone. "It's a walkie-talkie." She handed another to Roma and the last to Harper.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to get down to business.

In case some of them wanted to move out once Raven had the lockdown shut off, I encouraged them to gather their belongings. A group also went to the kitchen to figure out what food we had.

Once everyone cleared out, I was left alone, staring at the coverage looping on the TV. The news hadn't been live in days. It made me queasy. What was really going on out there? We needed to know. We had to see the truth for ourselves. Had the world really been invaded by aliens?