Hi there, I'm Marnie! Bare with me on this one.. I might be a little rusty because, the truth is, I haven't even written a fanfiction in two WHOLE years! I've been hiding out on Tumblr w/roleplaying.. And I honestly recommend it. It's finally shifted my writer's block and here I am, writing my first ever The 100 fic! Constructive criticism is always welcome, and reviews honestly encourage me to write more. Thanks again, & enjoy!

"Hey, firecracker!"

A click of fingers. And a groan, that she can't help but let fall easily from her parted lips. It's unstoppable, due to the searing pain creeping through every inch of her body. It mustered most of her energy even to do that, so how she managed to slowly open her eyes was beyond her. It was man-handling, she'd say. A bit sexist, she thought, but maybe it was a bit sexist that the guards were in fact all male. It was he who had shoved her to the ground, a little too forcefully might she add, causing her head to smack against the metal. You could say, she did try to fight out of his grip and it was merely retaliation – still, the blood was still hot on her cheek, and that told her something – don't fight back against guards.

But there was that voice again. Firecracker. Firecracker. Was that her? The nudge against her small hand told her exactly that, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before bringing her back to reality with a sudden focus on a cute boy.. With goggles on his head. Due to the fact she had no freaking idea who he was, she named him Goggle Boy. Goggle Boy didn't look the slightest bit worried, even with the gaping, great gash upon her usually pale forehead. In fact, he looked excited. Excited about something. "Nice of you to join us, fire - "

"Effy," she corrected, in a stern husky tone. There was no doubt in that she looked worried beyond belief; her own navy blues clashing with his own chocolate browns. They were warm, like home. A comfort behind them like no other she'd ever met. Not that she met many other people, even before they found her with the bloody blade sticking out of her tainted fist.

"What?" Goggle Boy had questioned in return.

"My name. It's Effy," this, of course, was a half-lie. Her full name was Elizabeth Wernham, and her old Alias was Liz, or Lizzie. Elizabeth, if you were fancy. But the aliases had died with her father. She needn't a reminder of who she once was. She was Effy now. She preferred it, to say the least. "So, you can stop with the firecracker. Seriously? What even is that?"

Her slight outburst was surprising to say the least. Goggle Boy was made nervous on the spot, and all it took was a cool glance of navy blues. She still had it. Wait, when did she ever lose it? A snigger ensued from the other side, and she could barely twist her neck in the general direction of where it had come from. Another boy, presumably Goggle Boy's good friend, offered another sarcastic comment.

"It's, uh. When you came in. You were fighting the guard - "

"Nice job, Jasper. Creep out Sleeping Beauty before we've even arrived on Earth."

It's difficult to form proper sentences, let alone a minor insult or a slate on her new-found nickname, courtesy of.. What was his name?

"And you are?"

"Monty. That jackass is Jasper. When you passed out, some big guy told us to keep an eye on you."

"That wasn't your fault though, he was rough on you."

And so he should be, was the remark she had to bite back. There's a literal bite of her tongue, and a sheepish upturn of the corners of her full lips. She may admit, she'd freaked out a teensy tiny bit when she'd found out they were all banished to Earth. Firstly, she was afraid of heights. Well, not so much heights, just – falling, the landing, the dying. Secondly, she was annoyed that they were sentencing them all to death. They hadn't a fighting chance, in all honesty. So she fought. Aimlessly, for she was weaker than they were. And they had weapons.

It was a different voice that captured her attention next. This one was different; authoritative. And it was through a set of TV screens.

Effy didn't catch the first few words, she was deafened by sheer pain that stretched from the back of her neck all away to her hairline.

" - 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've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."

"Your dad's a dick, Wells!" There's a cheer of agreement, along with a infamous smirk that graced the pouty lips of Effy herself.

"Those crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean."

There's a widening of her eyes at this. Clean? How would a crime such as hers be forgiven with such ease?

"The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three hundred people for up to two years. Mount Weather is life, you must locate those supplies immediately. Your one responsibility is to stay alive."

This was when Effy caught sight of three boys floating around the aircraft, and she was ready to yell out, to scream at them for their stupidity – how could they think it was a clever thing to do? But it was too late, the craft violently broke through an atmosphere. Gravity got the best of the three boys, and they were rapidly thrown against the side of the ship. Goners. They had to have been, for the impact was so carefree and violent – ANY survivors from it would be a miracle. But Effy had her own problems. Her worst nightmare, - the falling. And she's clutching to the harness. No tears, Effy. No tears. No fucking tears. Her breathing is erratic and it's hard and they're just aimlessly falling to their destination and they can't do a thing and they –

They'd landed.

Jasper's hand had found itself enclosed around her wrist. Not one for contact, she attempted to flick her wrist in order for him to let go. He took this as a sign and moved his hand to cradle his head instead. Everywhere was silent. Too silent, compared to the panicked screams of outrage and fear that had drowned out any other noise a mere few seconds ago. Effy herself was still consumed by the fact they'd landed. Safely. Monty, however, decided to be the first to break the uncomfortable silence that had unravelled before them.

"Listen." Listen to what? There was nothing. "No machine hum."

"Woah. That's a first." Jasper was the one to reply. Effy mustered all her energy to lift her head and focus on the three boys that were stupid enough to unstrap themselves from the safety harnesses.

"You all okay?" Effy croaked. Not that she cared entirely, nobody else seemed to show an interest in their safety, so she decided to take on that role. The leader, the first to unstrap himself – shook his head 'no', fingers pressed against the neck of his former friend. Dead. She was frightened, of course, and she moves to jump from her seat – only to be restrained by the betrayal of the safety straps. That winds her, of course, and her head jolts back once again. A groan.

"Let me get that for you," Jasper undoes it with blatant difficulty. And before too long, she's forced herself out of her seat; pushing Jasper and Monty out of her way. They both happened to have the same idea of allowing her to lean on them for support. She, of course, thought better of it. She didn't need help off others. She was stronger than that.

Effy can't comprehend what was happening, even as she descends to the lower floor. The idea of being the first people to roam the Earth in nearly a hundred years was difficult to believe. And she was almost excited (though she didn't show it), and that's probably what lead her to push past many taller people to arrive at her destination at the front. She was short, she wanted a view, what was the harm? She's almost at the door before a hand is stopping her. In all honesty, Effy could've shoved aside the arm with much ease, but noting the Guard's uniform that clung to his arm, she decided against it. She needn't a matching wound on the other side of her skull.

"Hey! Back it up, guys." Of course, that little dig was aimed at Effy. They just wanted to escape the four metal walls. The tension was completely and utterly unbearable. Effy was destined to roam the Earth, to feel the cool breeze brush through her dirty blonde hair, to feel the rain hit her face. Now she was here? It was all she craved.

"The air could be toxic!" A blonde was currently forcing her way to the front with her very valid point ringing through the air. But Effy? Her eye-line was pre-occupied by the door a mere few feet from her, then behind that? Freedom. Fresh air, nature, water.

"If the air's toxic, we're dead anyway." There was so much anticipation as the Guard's strong fingers enclosed around the metal lever. Effy's tongue ran over her dry lips, heart racing, as he –

"Bellamy?" Fuck. Were people intentionally dragging out this moment, or were they trying to piss her off? The voice is soft however, and it captures the attention of Mr Brown Eyes; and before long, the very same girl is shoving Effy out of the way to reunite with the male. Effy would've made a non-witty remark, but the affection in one another's eyes were an unspoken vow to not ruin this moment.

"My God, look at how big you are." Okay, weird observation from the Guard.

"What the hell are you wearing? A Guard's uniform?"

"I borrowed it to get on the drop ship. Someone's gotta keep an eye on you," it's an affectionate smile placed upon his handsome features as he pulls the other in for a tight hug. Effy, of course, proceeded to clear her throat. The whole of the 100 were viewing a loving reunion, and a whole darn lot of them hadn't a family or love life to reunite with. Especially with such love and adoration. They were alone.

"Where's your wristband?" Was the first interruption. The pretty girl turned back with venom in her eyes, interrupting the two certainly wasn't the thing to do.

"Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year."

"No one has a brother," a boy beside Effy interjected. Well, he wasn't wrong. Upon the Ark, each couple was limited to one child and one child only. Having anymore was punishable by death, and the second child would be locked up until the legal floating age – 18.

"That's Octavia! The girl they found hidden in the floor!" The crowd of people erupted into a fit of whispers, Effy excluded. Effy wasn't one for gossip or rumours. She was a victim of those; always had been. Especially for what she did. There was exaggerations on her crimes, and then the people who blew the rumours off with a wavering hand. One of the many reasons why she'd decided to go by the name of Effy. Nobody could gossip that way. This was a fresh start, and she needn't a reminder of her crimes for the rest of her life. However long or short that'd be.

Octavia didn't take too kindly to the whispering, and she advanced. Effy didn't even blink at the sight of Octavia's form almost flying at her. Effy was not the one to be angry at, therefore Effy hadn't a thing to be worried about. She was sure Octavia wouldn't advance on an innocent girl. She hoped not, anyway.

"Octavia! Octavia, no." Bellamy was the one to restrain her. No matter how fiery the brunette was, her thrashing was controlled by the strength of the male. However, his soft words were careful, and managed to sooth her rage. "Let's give them something else to remember you by."

She scoffed, "Like what?"

"Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years."

97, she bit her tongue – they hadn't the time for technicalities, for Bellamy's grip pulled harshly upon the lever and the door was opened, and the floor flooded with a beautiful sunlight. It was much brighter and more beautiful than Effy had ever imagined. Bright was an understatement, and she brought an arm up to block it away, and allow her eyes to adjust to it. It almost pained her. But as quick as it came, the pain vanishes. And she's staring out into the wilderness. Full of grass and trees and fresh air. Oh, God. The air, she couldn't get enough. It felt clean and satisfying in her lungs. She'd dreamed of this moment since a little girl, and it was better than that. It was amazing. It was insanely beautiful. And if it weren't for Bellamy's arm stretched out in front of her, she'd have followed in Octavia's footsteps onto the Earth immediately. But Bellamy wanted his sister to have her moment, and Effy guessed whatever Bellamy wanted, Bellamy got. He had selfish written all over his chiselled face.

Octavia, however, was taking a while to respond. Effy couldn't blame her, for if the roles were reversed, Effy'd be in such a state of awe that she'd be left unable to speak. But soon, her heels had dug into the dirt, and her arms were thrown up in the air out of pure excitement.

"WE'RE BACK, BITCHES!"