Set after Mt Weather, I'm making it up from there
Clarke wasn't exactly in the mood for some pompous, stuck up fucking Sky Person to be telling her what to do. Clenching her fists, she fought to keep her expression calm, or at least blank, as the voice droned on.
"And another thing," her mother lent against the table, sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. This was her stance when she was about to say something Clarke wouldn't like. And Clarke was not in the mood. "The 100, and, come to think of it, more or less all the other kids around here band around you and Bellamy. We have no control." And Clarke knew. She knew what her mom was going to ask her to do, and, much more importantly, she knew there was no freaking way. "You have to stop that. We need control."
They were sat, or Clarke was sat, in what had become the control room. Like they were still in the Ark. But they weren't. They weren't. So Clarke rose, brushed off her pants and stared her mother straight in the eye.
"No." No flicker of surprise crossed the elders face, only a dim resignation. "In fact, there was something I wanted to mention to you," there hadn't been, but there sure as shit was now. "I want to leave. With the 100. And anyone else who wants to come. I want to go, and stop pretending that we're the same. We're not. And we're not on the Ark any more."
She left. Her mother didn't have time to reply. Clarke had to find Bellamy.
Bellamy Blake was waiting around for Clarke. He hadn't seen her all day. Not that he would admit it to anyone, but it made him tetchy when he didn't see her all day.
So when she suddenly appeared, looking like a bullet, through the crowds, he was relieved.
When she got close enough for him to see the expression in those fiery blue eyes, he was excited.
"We have to leave. With the 100. And anyone else. Not fucking mom or fucking Kane. We're not them. We have to leave." Her mane of blonde hair was lifted slightly in a breeze, and he saw once again how much she looked like a warrior.
He didn't reply instantly. He lent back against the gate with his shoulder and apprised her. Because they could do it. And they could take all the under 20 population with them. Quite a large population.
"Okay. We'll do it. Where do we go?" Not quite wanting to stunt her ideas, but hoping for that lip biting expression she got when she had to think, he was mildly dissapointed by the immediate answer.
"Drop ship. It's our place. We made it there. And it's a long way from here. Well, at least half a days walk. And then, I don't know. All I do know is that we won't be sprung upon by the grounders. We didn't break the truce, after all." There was something so blazingly determined in her face, her stance, all high chin and shoulders thrown back and spine ram rod straight. All fire.
"Right. No out right mutiny, though. We just ...?"
"We just start packing. Word will get around," Her voice had softened, now she knew she had him in on her plan. Bellamy suddenly saw that she wouldn't have done it without him, and he felt a tug in his chest. One of the ones he normally locked down incredibly well.
"Okay, I'm with you. I'll get going then," and she smiled. It wasn't a normal, open Clarke smile, but more wicked, more dancing eyes and crooked mouth. He wanted to kiss it. No. He didn't. Good.
"Thank you." Before whirling around and beginning the Ark mutiny, she touched his hand. And then dissapeared.
"Fuck you, Clarke," he muttered, smiling inexplicably, before he too went about, for the second time in his strangely short but long life, bringing life as they knew it to a halt for the Arkers.
Clarke had lied. There was one person she was going to tell. One person she was scared would be torn.
Raven was standing in her section, working on something. Wick was hovering close by, smiling over her shoulder, hand on her waist. The stance, the intimacy, made Clarke's heart shudder. But only for a second.
"Raven," the dark haired girl turned around, and pulled her 'I'm-not-smiling-with-my-mouth-but-I'm-smiling' face, and moved away from Wick, who threw Clarke a off handed grin behind Raven's back, as she stepped forward.
"What's up Clarke?" The straight forward, no shit taken attitude of Raven was comforting right now, but Clarke was still scared. So she decided the best method was just to go for it, and see what she said.
"I can't stay here. So Bellamy and I are going to go back to the drop ship, with whoever wants to come. We might not stay there, but it's a start," Raven raised an eyebrow the smallest fraction, and waited. "I was hoping you'd come. We're not really telling people, we're just-"
"Waiting for the word to get around," Raven was really smiling now, and Clarke couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or not. Her heart was hammering in her ears. "Man, Abby is going to be pissed. How come you told me?"
"I was scared you wouldn't want to come," the truth slipped between the lies Clarke had been building up behind her teeth, and she didn't mind that much. Raven looked shocked, opened her mouth and then closed it.
"Oh." She said at last, staring at Clarke, who stared back, waiting. Wondering. "I'm going with you, Clarke. It's still ... We're still, you know, us," and Clarke threw her arms around her neck and hugged her tight, trying not to cry.
"I'm coming too," Wick piped up from the back of the room, making both girls turn and grin, "just in case anyone was interested." Raven laughed softly, and glanced at Clarke.
"So, we're not making our packing subtle, right?" Clarke smirked, and stepped towards the door.
"Not at all. Be ready for tomorrow. I'd rather things didn't get too ugly with my mother," Raven snorted, and called out,
"She may be chancellor, but you're in charge!" Clarke couldn't help but smile a little at that.
She was in her tent. Her hair was falling over her shoulders, and she was shoving clothing, sheets, her map and various other things into a bag that had stored guns, once.
"What are you doing?" Octavia's voice held an edge of resentment. Clarke turned to her, and smiled.
"Moving out. I think I'm a little old to still be living with my mother," Octavia grinned with her big brown Bellamy eyes, and sat down on Clarke's bed, which was another sheet on the ground.
"Who're you moving out with?" Clarke couldn't help but remain a little shocked at the younger Blake's astuteness, but she moved past it and raised her brows at the beautiful girl.
"Whoever wants to come. Care to?"
"Chancellor Griffin is going to be pissed," meeting each other's gaze, they couldn't suppress smiling. Abby hadn't made herself popular, or popular enough, with the younger generation to overrule Clarke. And she was going to lose a lot of people, and a lot of guns, whether she liked it or not.
"I've heard that a couple of times today," the daughter admitted, and Octavia fell back on the sheet, lips half tilted up.
"So have I. Jasper seems eager to get out, and there are murmurings among the others. Doesn't look like you're mom's going to be in the dark for long," knowing that the word was getting out lightened Clarke's mood further, and she dumped the fat bag on the floor with a grin.
"Long enough for people to find out. I'm hoping we can all just walk out the gates with our bags packed, and no one can stop us then," Octavia stood up, clasped Clarke's arm, and made for the exit.
"I think you're really brave, doing this. Because we're way too grounder for them, and they would have tried to shut down your command eventually. You're doing the right thing," they looked at one another again, with mutual understanding. "I'm going to go pack!"
The confidence Octavia showed in her moved Clarke more than she had expected, and she stood for a second in her empty tent, feeling the weight of her decision, pondering how the loss of her mother would affect her. In the end, she knew that it wouldn't be that much.
"So, people know now," the other Blake disrupted her, again, from her thoughts, and she turned to Bellamy to find him straight faced but teaming with excitement. The world was at their feet.
"Great. How many?" Bellamy moved into the tent and tilted his head,
"A lot. I've had at least 20 come up to me to ask if it's true that we're leaving, and then tell me they're going to get their stuff together. If we're lucky, we could move out tonight," Clarke nodded,
"Going at night isn't a good idea. But I think we should tell people to be ready by first light, so we can get out as early as possible. Mom and Kane are still going to go mental when they find out, no matter how many people we've got," the grave tone of her voice made Bellamy frown, but she smiled at him.
"Go spread the word around people you're sure are coming. I'm just going to walk around, and make sure the ones we want to know know. Any others we'll just have to deal with,"
"Just having to deal with things is something we do a lot," Bellamy sighed, and they walked out into the gated area of the fallen Ark. The instant they appeared outside together, passing kids glanced their way. Monty walked straight up to them.
"Is it true?" He was looking a Clarke, mainly, and she nodded. He assessed her mutely and then asked, "when are we going?" Clarke smiled at him.
"First light," now he nodded, and strode away.
"He'll tell people we'll want to take," Bellamy judged, watching the figure weaving through bodies.
"I know. We'll be fine,"
"Like always,"