This is my first The 100 fanfiction so please don't be too hard on me :( anyway hope someone likes it because I have like 20 more pages of this stuff written, but I kind of wanted to test the waters first with just a little bit of the beggining. None of the characters belong to me other than the OC.

344- the number floated around her head as she looked uninterestedly at the thin marks she had carved on the wall, one for each day in solitary confinement.

The hours all felt the same on the windowless little cell, and as much as she was trying to fight it, she could feel her mind going insane.

"I'm Livia Rhodes- she mumbled to herself- I'm 20...I'm an engineer… I got arrested ... I'm in jail and I'm going to die soon."

She repeated those statements over and over, stroking her long brunette hair anxiously. Maybe that could keep her sane in an existence where her own voice was the only reminder that she was real.

She had stayed that way for a long time, when rushed footsteps seemed to approach the door. She didn't even flinched. Months ago a tiny glimpse of hope would have flickered in her eyes. But after all this time she had learned to accept that no one was coming for her. There was no one left she loved. So she just continued on staring at the marked wall.

It wasn't until she heard a familiar, severe voice that she realized she wasn't alone in the room. But still, she failed to make a move.

Three guards stood by the door, but only one, a middle-aged man, looked at the girl with dark stern eyes. He had a hard, stony face, and his brown hair was perfectly pulled back.

–"Livia"- He called with a harsh tone, oblivious to the lack of interest the girl showed at his sudden entrance.

-"Father"- she answered, stiffening her posture, eyes still fixed on the wall. -"Are you finally going to float me?

The words had come out cold and hurtful. Before he could attempt to say anything else, she continued-

"It took you long enough… I was starting to think you had some sort of morals. My mistake I guess. Just go ahead and do it. I don't think I can handle living in here much longer without going insane anyway." Bitterness dripped from her every word.

There was a long silence, and even though the man seemed annoyed by the remarks, he didn't respond to them.

Instead he advanced towards her daughter, signaling the other guards to wait outside and closed the door. When he was close enough, he just informed- "Livia, you won't be executed today. You're going to the ground."

-"The ground? …You mean earth? " Standing from her seat, she looked at her father for the first time in almost a year, puzzled

"It's not safe, everyone knows that. You can't do this" She stated in disbelief. –"On second thought, I think I'd rather go insane in here, than dying in a radiation soaked planet. But thanks for the offer"- the bitterness had turned into plain shock and outrage.

-"Are we done with the sassy remarks?" He said looking at Livia, as he grabbed her by the wrist, calmly explaining-

"I'm afraid it's not optional Livia. You will go. All of the 100 criminals are going. And so are you. Think of it as a second chance. If earth is indeed survivable, you can start over. Free"

The girl scoffed at him, a hint of entitlement on her eyes

-"So you finally ran out of air huh? Just like we told you. What is this, a group execution? I'm not even underage, like the rest of those kids..."

She waved her arm off her father's grip-"You should've killed me a long time ago dad. Like you killed them. Don't pretend that this is some noble attempt at saving me. You just want me gone so you can forget just how much blood you have on your hands."

–Her eyes threatened to fill with tears, and she feared that her broken voice would betray her. For months she had feared this reunion. Feared that she wouldn't know what to say. But now words flowed from her mouth, like verbal vomit-

"You know that I'm going to die, you just don't want the burden of doing it yourself right? Cause if you do, everyone will know exactly what kind of monster you are. Although that didn't seemed to stop you in the past."

He didn't respond this time. He just stood there paralyzed, angry and hurt. For a second he caught a glimpse of tears in her daughter's hazel eyes. He knew she was right.

His expression shifted to that of a wounded animal, but his voice remained strong and calm. Then he uttered the words he knew would hurt the most-

"I did what I had to do. You're alive because of me. I lost everything so that they spared your life."

He started to lose his composure; raising his voice as he carried on speaking

"I floated them because they left me no choice. You left me no choice! I didn't write the laws, but I broke them for you. So you wouldn't die"

A tear finally rolled down her cheek, and her shattered voice muttered- "Then you should've let me die instead of them. You should've known that I would never forgive you"

"What happened to your mother, what happened to that silly little boyfriend of yours-he said with fire in his eyes- was not my fault. You brought that upon yourself, and upon them. There's just as much blood on your hands as in mine, don't forget it. You will go to earth, and that is final, not up to you or me anymore"

Livia choked a sob that was forming in her throat, understanding there was nothing she could say to change her fate. She crept towards the door, where the guards were waiting to put a wristband on her hand.

Exiting the room, and turning for a last glance of the man she thought would protect her from anything, she spoke, defeated

-"Maybe it was my fault- but I just did what I believed was right, and so did they. Can you say the same dad? You can try and pin it on me, but you pushed that button… you say you didn't had a choice but there's always a choice. I am probably going to die now, and I hope for your sake that this is a decision that you can live with. Because when I'm gone, there goes your last chance for redemption. Not that you deserve it anyway."

The disappointment in her voice was palpable, and he watched her daughter walk away, knowing he was losing the last person he loved.

Unconsciously fiddling with the zipper of her jacket, Livia looked around the dropship, nervous. Bright orange seatbelts kept her fixed in the seat. Screens on the ship flickered with the image of the chancellor giving some speech about how they had to get to some place called mount weather.

Livia chose to ignore it. The only person she disliked almost as much as her father, was the chancellor.

There were rows of people seating just like her, and she recognized a few of them. There was Monty green, who had been recruited by engineering not long before her arrest, and his best friend, Jasper. John Murphy, who was her neighbor growing up.

And almost out of sight, there was Wells, the chancellor's son.

What the hell could a guy like Wells be doing here? He was the golden boy, the poster child of the ark. Why? She wondered. He seemed to be arguing with someone, but Livia couldn't really figure who the other person was, since she couldn't see much further down the row of seats.

Some other familiar voices came to her ears. In fact there were countless excited whispers and scared voices floating around the air, and the anticipation of many was visible in their faces.

Of course everyone wanted to go to the ground, feel the sun on their faces, the rain, the air… Livia wanted it too, but she was almost certain that radiation would kill them soon enough.

She knew the real reason they were sending them down: to save time to try and fix the system failure of the ark, which was dying. She figured that they had about 3-4 months left of oxygen, maybe even 6 now that the 100 were gone. But that still wasn't enough. And that secret had cost Livia her freedom, and her family.

She felt a sting of pain, wishing that was her only secret.

Up until now she had been nothing but skeptical about the thought of going to earth, but what if it was really survivable? Then they died for nothing- she told herself, thinking about her mom.

Interrupting her train of thought, the ship started trembling and shaking, making everyone scream in fear.

–"Atmosphere"- she spoke mindlessly, and a few kids around her turned their heads to see her.

–"We're entering the atmosphere, that's why it's shaking."

She elaborated-

-"And it'll probably catch fire and we're all gonna die like squished canned food"

She stated, half joking, half hoping it wouldn't be true –

"But if you ask me, beats the hell out of melting from radiation" a couple of the kids shared some preoccupied stares, but her half-hearted attempt at a joke had been noticed by most of them, like Jasper, who only smirked in her direction.

Moments later, shouting and cheering was heard from the opposite side of the ship, voices calling –"spacewalk bandit strikes again"

Livia stretched as much as possible from her seat to figure what all the fuzz was about, and then she saw it:

Some guy had unstrapped himself from the seat, and was floating around the cabin, smiling, which inspired other 2 kids to do the same. She recognized him immediately; he was the guy who supposedly wasted a month of oxygen on an illegal spacewalk, Finn Collins.

He was being scolded by a girl's voice that sounded a bit too familiar.

-"Clarke? -Livia inquired in a doubtful tone.

-"Livia?" voiced the blonde girl, expectantly, turning a wide-eyed stare at Livia, who could only see a part of her face.

So that's whom Wells was talking to, she realized.

Clarke continued–"I thought they had floated you! I- I can't believe you're ali-"

Violent trembling and shaking interrupted Clarke as the ship started plummeting to the ground, crashing the bodies of the boys who were floating on to the walls.

Screams of terror filled the air, and as they were falling to a likely dead, Livia closed her eyes and lifted her hands to her ears, muting the sounds, hoping for a quick end.

When the world stopped spinning around, Livia finally dropped her hands to her sides. There was mumbling, exclamations of relief, nervous chattering all around the ship. Far off to her right a concerned Clarke was asking someone if they were ok. In the back Monty said: "Listen- No machine hum"

-"I'm alive"- Livia whispered to herself, looking down at her hands and legs, as if she was trying to make sure she was in one piece. Seat belts unbuckling everywhere took her out of her thoughts, and she unbuckled herself out of the chair.

They had survived the drop, but it was still uncertain if the air would be breathable. Livia stood up, walked in Clarke's direction, and stooped besides her and Finn. "Is he breathing?" Clarke asked Finn, turning a scared look at the body of a kid that lay on the floor.

His silence was the confirmation of what she feared, the kid was dead.

Clarke felt a hand landing on her shoulder, and she turned around to find Livia, looking at her with gloomy eyes –"Clarke… I'm so sorry about your dad … I tried to warn people, I swear… but someone betrayed us… I'm so sorry"

–"Liv I thought they had floated you!" Clarke said wearily, hugging Livia - "How is it possible that you're still alive? But wait… you really don't know who it was? Who betrayed us?"

Livia opened her mouth to respond, but words escaped her, as all she wanted was to cry and fall apart, because finally, after almost a year of not talking to anyone, she was reunited with her friend, the only person in the world who could understand exactly what she was going through. Finally she whispered-

"My dad must've made some deal so they wouldn't float me… I have no idea how he did it. It cost him his job, though. They promoted Shumway instead. Not that my dad deserved anything. But hold on… you know who gave us up?"

Clarke was about to say something, but turning her head, she noticed everyone started rushing towards the lower level of the ship, and after delivering an uneasy glance at Livia, both girls quickly followed the crowd down the metal ladder.

Standing by the entrance of the ship, there was a good looking, black haired guy in a guard uniform, but Livia figured that couldn't be right. She knew most of the guards and she didn't remember ever seeing him patrolling around the ark. However, there was a familiarity to his face that she couldn't quite figure out.

He was about to open the door, and immediately Clarke shrieked: "We can't just open it! The air could be toxic." Livia nodded in approval of the blonde's words, though she knew they would have to find out sooner or later.

"If the air is toxic, we're all dead anyway" the man replied harshly.

He turned to open the gate, but then a small girl with long black hair and green eyes, exclaimed-"Bellamy?"

Upon hearing the name, Clarke watched Livia's eyes lighten with recognition, but she produced no sound.

He turned his head in direction of the voice, and the green-eyed girl made her way through the crowd, approaching Bellamy slowly.

Bellamy's eyes brightened at the sight of the girl, and when she was close enough, she threw herself in his arms.

-Look how big you are!"- He exclaimed

After breaking the embrace, examining the boy, she said-"what the hell are you wearing? A guard's uniform? She sounded surprised

- "I borrowed it to get on the drop ship"- "someone has to keep an eye on you after all" he answered, almost smiling.

Clarke and Livia had made it to the front of the crowd, and disregarding the reunion going on, Clarke inquired Bellamy- "Where's your wristband?"

"Do you mind? –The girl hissed at Clarke- I haven't seen my brother in a year"

So that is Octavia Blake- Livia thought.

"Brother? - No one has a brother," A voice yelled

"That's Octavia Blake" someone else shouted- "The girl they found living on the floor!"

Octavia was furious and she charged for them, but Bellamy quickly stopped her

"Octavia no! Let's give them something else to remember you by"

"Yeah? Like what?"-She demanded

"Like being the first person on the ground," Bellamy said, smiling widely at the girl.

He proceeded to open the large metal door, and in a matter of seconds, all the darkness of the dropship was gone.

Blinding sunlight came streaming through the gate, and a fresh breeze flooded everything. Livia had imagined a million times what real air might feel like, but this had no comparison…

Octavia was the first one out of the ship, and with a victorious look on her face, she yelled: "We're back bitches" … everyone echoed the feeling, stepping out on to the ground for the first time in a 100 years. Livia threw an eager smile at Clarke, before stepping out of the ship herself.

The smell of the air was bewildering, sweet and fresh, like nothing else she had ever smelled. The feel of the grass, soft under her heavy boots, the heat of the sun on her face, the blue of the sky- everything was better than what she had ever imagined. Maybe she could get a fresh start after all.