John was looking up at the ceiling. Again, blaming himself for his father's death. He shook it off and sat up on his bed, looking at the pictures he drew on the wall and the floor. He took the pointed charcoal from under his bed, which was practically a mat with a blanket, and began to finish sketching the one in the middle of the floor.

He was sick of being in solitary lockup, and when he was lonely, he thought of Earth. He heard a loud buzzing noise and stood up, waiting for the guards to enter. "Prisoner three one nine stand against the wall." John looked behind him as he was walking towards the back wall, "I don't turn eighteen for another month." "Against the wall."

The guards pulled out his right arm and placed a wristband on him causing a wince. He looked down at it, confused and now angry.

John reluctantly stood against the wall when the guards held him there, but wriggled free and started running down the corridor crashing into his mother, Abby. The guards were running up behind them until Abby assured them it was okay. "Mom, what's going on?" Abby patted his shoulder and pulled him into a tight embrace, plunging a reaper stick into his neck. "Earth, Clarke. You get to go to Earth." John shuddered at the use of his birth name as he sunk for a final time into his mother's arms.

John jolted awake in a dropship next to Wells and ninety eight other kids. John hadn't seen this many people since before he was arrested. "Good morning, Clarke." John hit Wells in the gut causing him to lean forward, trying to double over with the strap over his shoulders stopping him. "My name is John." John decided to use the chance of going to Earth to start over. Only a few people on this whole ship knew his birth name anyway.

John relaxed himself as Wells winced next to him. John cut his hair and used bandages as chest bindings so he looked enough like a boy. Although, every now and then, he was recognized as Clarke Griffin.

The screen in the corner lit up and Chancellor Jaha said something no one paid attention to. The only thing everyone was focused on was that they get to go to Earth. Not caring if they live or not. A boy named Finn got out of his seat ignoring his girlfriend's request to sit back down. Soon after, two other boys exited their seats and the dropship hit the ground with a crash, sending everyone slamming straight to the floor.

Two of the three boys were dead, and Finn was now groaning on the floor. The communication lines were dead as well and John was thankful for having Raven on board, the most skilled and youngest Zero-G mechanic from the Ark.

Everyone was fiddling with their belts, still trying to get accustomed to the new gravity. Everything was different. Nothing was artificial like it was on the Ark. To an extent, it was all too real. John shook his head, trying to validate the whole experience.

A few people rose to their feet trying to balance. A man dropped down from the upper level of the dropship. He was clearly a couple years older than the rest of the 100, now 98, but at this point John didn't expect anything other than surprises.

Finn sat up from the floor as Raven ran over to see him. John was pretty sure they were together and for some reason, that bothered him. They seemed incompatible and nothing alike.

Bellamy was about to open the door when John stopped him.

"Stop. The air could be toxic."

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

A younger girl stepped out from a shadowed side of the dropship, "Bellamy?"

Bellamy produced a smile that stretched all the way to his eyes. "My god, look how big you are." A wave of sound flooded the ears of everyone on the ship, obviously talking about the famed siblings as they hugged. John looked at Bellamy's wrist then at everyone else's. "Where's your wristband?" Octavia glared at him, "Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in over a year."

John then realized they were the Blake siblings. Octavia had done nothing wrong, she had just been born. Each family is only allowed one child for population control reasons. The Blakes hid Octavia under the floor for 16 years until she was found and their mother was later executed.

Bellamy pulled the lever and the door pushed open. He looked over to Octavia and motioned for her to be the first person on the ground in 97 years. Everyone stood there in shock, breathing in the air that smelled different, feeling natural heat, and the gentle breeze swaying the trees. The air had a scent no one had smelled before. No one could describe it, yet no one stopped to identify it.

After Octavia hit the ground they all rushed out and heard the soft dirt and leaves under the pounding of boots. Everyone was screaming. They felt free and alive for the first time in their lives. John felt the excitement climbing through him. It was a strange feeling and he could barely keep his composure. He cleared his throat and winced slightly. His throat had become raw and scratchy from using an alternate and deeper voice.

Everyone was off the ship besides Bellamy. He stood in the corner of the doorway smiling at his little sister, skimming the grass with her hands. John walked up to him and Bellamy gave him a shallow but meaningful smile. John stood next to him and looked straight ahead, feeling Bellamy's eyes fixated on him.

John saw Finn pull Raven into a kiss and he looked down, again unsure of why he was bothered. Bellamy lifted his head slightly, "What's your name?" John's mind raced trying to think of a last name. He blurted something out before thinking, "Murphy. John Murphy." He couldn't say Griffin. He could face too much recognition.

Bellamy nodded, "Not sure we've met before, but I'm sure you know I'm Bellamy," he pointed to his sister, "and that's Octavia." After several moments of silence between the two men, Bellamy spoke, "What are you in for?" Everyone would know who he was if he had said what he really did, but he didn't want to lie. "I killed my father," he replied, "it was an accident. I never meant for it to happen the way it did."

He expected Bellamy to walk away right then, but he was surprisingly understanding. Bellamy talked about his mother, "I took Octavia out of the living space for one day and that's all it took," he scoffed. John apologized sympathetically, yet his mind was still curious about how Bellamy got on the ship. "How'd you get a spot on the ship?" Bellamy looked at him with warning, "I can't talk about that. Not yet." And with that he strode away. Leaving John by himself.