The story picks up when Clarke and Anya arrive at camp Jaha. Clarke and Anya (with the other grounders) were the only ones that were hold captive at mount weather, which means the rest of Clarke´s people had made it away before they could have been captured.

Chapter 1

Clarke held out her hand to Anya, a light smile spread across her lips, when Anya grabbed the hold of her arm without any comment, just a look of respect on her face. The moon light had dances over the grounders dirty and bloodied face. Clarke swallowed she only now realized how incredibly beautiful the grounder really was. Something stirred in her stomach, but before she could form a thought of what it might be, Anya had withdrawn her hand and turned.

Clarke had watch her walk away, before she heard a shot being fired, followed by a painful scream by Anya.

"AAANNNYYYAAAA!" Clarke screamed, as she watched her scramble to the ground.

She ran towards her, fear and pain building inside her chest of the possible thought of loosing the woman. Another shot was fired and the bullet had found its target in Clarke´s shoulder. She lost her footing at the sudden pain coming from her shoulder and fell down on her knees. Due to the adrenalin that was now rushing thru her system, she barely felt the wound on her shoulder. She frantically searched the womans gunshot wound and put pressure on it.

The womans eyes found Clarke´s fearful ones. "Ain gonplei ste odon" Anya whispered towards Clarke, as her eyes slid shut.

Clarke paniced, she cradled the woman's face, she stroked her hair out of her face, before Anya´s head fell to the side. "NO! Anya!... Your okay! Your OKAY! No! Noooo!"

Clarke could hear movement behind her, she turned quickly to tell them that the grounder needed medical help that she wouldn't make it if they would not help, but she was greeted with a gun that hit her without warning on the head. the impact pushed her down. She fell face forward towards Anya but before she could feel the impact she had passed out.

Clarke eyes started to open slightly again, drifting into consciousness. She could feel two people at her side, one on her right, the other one on her left, dragging her towards the camp. Her feet dragged over the floor, she tried to lift her head, only to be greeted by a blonde woman in uniform, Clarke didn't recognize her blurry form. " How many of you are there?" she hissed, before they dragged her inside.

Her head fell back down, she could feel herself loosing the rest bit of strength she had left, before familiar hands captured her face.

"Clarke!" she could hear her mother say, as her eyes shot open again.

"MOM!" she asked completely shocked, as a tear rolled down her face.

"You´re save now." Abby said comforting, while she caressed Clarke´s face.

Clarke could feel that she was close to be loosing her consciousness again, she wasn't sure if she was maybe dreaming this, she looked back at the woman who she thought to be her mom, before she said with the last bit of strength she had left: " Anya! Help her! Please! You have to help.. she is more .. please .. I.. plea... ."

Her eyes fell shut, and everything went black.

Anya woke up in a weird room, she was lying in the middle of the room on top of a bed, the walls around her hard, maybe out of metal, it was definitely not stone or wood. The walls were grey and cold. She tried to get up, only to notice that her hands and legs were spread away from her body, tied to the edges of the bed.

Panic struck her as she tried to wiggle free. This was not happening again! But she was out of breath way to quickly. "Breath... you´ll find a way! Calm down!" she thought.

She looked up at her left hand, then to her right, the knots were done clumsily, and if she could calm just a bit more she knew she could open them. I had taken her about 3 Minutes to free first her right hand then her left hand. She sad up quickly untying her right foot, then her left, before she heard the door being unlocked. Anya laid back down as quick as she could, as she heard someone enter the room. She could feel that persons eyes on her. The person had move beside her, she could feel his hands slowly pushing up the shirt she was wearing.

He yelped in surprise and pain as Anya jumped out of the bed and twisted his hand, the breaking sound clearly audible. His chart fell to the ground, as he was trying to push Anya away from him as far as he could, but the woman was to strong, or maybe it was the pain coming from his arm. Tears filled his eyes.

"WHERE AM I?" Anya questioned, fury and hatred in her eyes. The man crumpled to the ground screaming, as Anya twisted his arm even further.

"ANSWER ME!" she demanded.

The man before her took short breaths, then he slowly said thru gritted teeth:" Your at Camp Jaha... We brought you in with Clarke... . Please i was doing my check up on your wound.. we didn't try to harm you please.. let me go!" He pleaded.

Anya was slightly confused at this man, displaying his weakness in front of her like that , she studied him for a minute.

"You´r a healer?" it was more a statement than a question, but he looked up and nodded. She could feel her legs getting weaker, she needed to sit down for a moment.

She led go of his arm, and in that moment the door opened again and at least 4 men in Uniform rushed in, pointing there guns right at Anya.

"Where is Fin?" Clarke asked Bellamy, after she hugged everyone of her people that had made it back save.

"He has the other group he should be arriving tonight princess." he said with a smile on his lips.

Clarke nodded, when her mom appeared next to her: "Now that you know they are all save you can go back to rest..." she was cut off, as Clarke´s focus moved just slightly over her moms left shoulder. Soldiers were running into the separate part of the drop ship, with their guns out. Clarke didn't hear her mom out as she was rushing into their direction.

She rushed forward and saw what had happened, guards had surrounded Anya pointing their guns at her, while Jackson and another 2 guards were laying in front of her,- hopefully only uncouncess.

Clarke ran forward, "Drop your Weapons", she screamed at them. The guards looked disbelievingly at her, before they looked at her mother who was standing behind her.

Abby studied the situation for a second, not liking this at all. Clarke turned towards her, "Mom, please i got this! Please tell them to lower their guns."

Abby reluctantly nodded, and the guards dropped their guns, but still eyeing the grounders every move, most of them with hatred clearly showing in their eyes.

Anya was still standing above the two guards, and Jackson, with shacking legs. In her hand a scalpel, her face was calculating, yet tense, her eyes predatory and angry. Anya was still wearing the White bandages that covered her private parts from Mount Weather, she also wore a yellow shirt, that had a red stain in the area where the bullet wound was. She had probably pulled her stitches.

Anya´s eyes softened when she spotted Clarke, her body tho had remained tense.

"Mom i got this! Please.. just go!" she begged her mom.

Abby knew that they had come together, but she also wasn't sure what relationship her daughter had with this savage. Her face stayed stern and she shook her head.

Clarke move closer to her mom, her eyes steady. "She wont hurt me, Mom! She saved my life, if it wasn't for her i´d be dead by now!"

She didn't know why she had said that, its was partly true, but Anya had tried to kill her on more than one occasion, but her mother didn't need to know that.

Her mothers eyes soften, Clarke wasn't sure if it was tears that she saw when her mother waved the guards out of the room, but for now she didn't care.

She rushed forward, placing a steady arm under the grounder who looked like she would collapse any second and helped her back onto the bed.

Clarke took in her face, they had cleaned it, her lip had a ugly cut on it and her left eye was still slightly swollen from their fight. She brought up a hand and stroked Anya´s left cheek slowly, Anya tensed under her touch and her face showed that she was extremely uncomfortable right now.

Clarke noticed and then pulled her hand back. "We are save now" Clarke said, trying to comfort the older woman.

Anya didn't answer, her eyes only moved to the glass door, outside were the guards and Abby, ready to jump in as soon as Clarke needed their help.

Clarke followed her eyes, then turned back, "I wont let them hurt you!"

Anya only smiled, Clarke wasn't sure if Anya took this as a joke or if she actually understood that she was serious about this.

"Let me look at your wound!" Clarke insisted and pulled up Anyas shirt, to reveal a bloodied bandage.

Anya tried to stop her, but Clarke pushed her hand away and ripped of the bandage.

"Great you pulled your stitches" she sighted.

"I'm not staying here!" Anya said, trying to stand up, only to have her legs give out on her. Clarke managed just in time to catch the blonde. She was surprisingly light. She pushed her back onto the bed.

"Anya i know you don't want to hear it, but you are to weak right now..."

"I am NOT weak" Anya hissed, trying to get up again, but Clarke just pressed her back down again.

"I wasn't trying to insult you! You´re hurt, you cant even stand without help how do you intend to leave?" Clarke questioned angry.

"I wont let my people die... the commander needs to know! I have to..." Anya tried to stand again.

Clarke rolled her eyes at how stubborn the grounder was, she pushed her to the bed for the third time now.

"You are more important right now, you can leave when..."

"You have no idea what did they to us Clarke of the sky people!" Anya said enraged, fire burning in her eyes of the thought.

Clarke had unconsciously stepped back.

The door opened again, Abby and one of the guard had stepped in fearing that Clarke needed their help. But as soon as her eyes had found Clarke´s they stepped outside again.

"Listen, Anya you cant go! If you promise that you will rest ill go for you!" Clarke said, while stepping closer to the woman again.

Anya looked up, studying the other blondes face, trying to figure out if the girl was serious or why she would do something like that.

"Our people should work together it wont take long for the Mounten men to find my people and if they do they will do the same to us, i heard how the doctor said our genetic structure is even more valuable for them then yours. And that our bone marrow is probably even able to make them walk outside without suits again."

Horror struck Anyas face, she seemed to be fighting an inner war with herself. "I will leave now so i can get you a audience with our commander as soon as possible." Anya said.

Clarke knew she would try to get up again, so she rested her hand on Anyas shoulder.

"Tell me where i have to go"

Anyas eyes found Clarke´s again. Then she shook her head. " It has to be me!"

Clarke sighted, why would this woman not just tell her where to go and ... .

Anyas seemed to be able to read her mind, she rolled her eyes and then said:" Clarke of the sky people i don't mean to be rude, but even if you could would find my village and someone who would trust you enough to listen to you ... but if you even would so much as say my name the wrong way they would cut your throat before you knew what was happening!"

Clarke swallowed, Anya was right they probably wouldn't even let her thru the gate nor let her take a breath to reveal who she was... she killed 300 of their men.

Thats right she had killed them. Tears filled her eyes, and she looked down at the floor. She swallowed hard, she couldn't let Anya see that she was effected by it, she cleared her throat and gathered her supplies. Anya watched her, she knew that something she had said had upset the skygirl.

Clarke had put the supplies next to Anya and started to stitch her up. Anya had watched Clarke mesmerized, which didn't go unnoticed by Clarke, but right now she was to upset to think about it. Clarke could feel a tear, she couldn't stop it, so it fell down her cheek. Of course Anya had noticed. She wanted to act like she hadn't even noticed but then Anyas hands held her face, and she looked into those brown ones in front of her.

Anyas thumb traced over the scars on Clarke´s face, until she wiped away the tear that had fallen.

Clarke wanted to pull away from her, tell her that she wasn't weak for crying, but she couldn't. Anya was looking for something in Clarke's face, but when she couldn't find it she let Clarke's face go.

"You fought well!"

Clarkes brows furrowed, she rolled her eyes and went back to stitching the girl up.

"I think you had enough time now." a voice rang from behind them. Abby and the guards entered again.

"Its time for you to leave Clarke!" her mother said.

Anya´s eyes found Clarkes, then she shook her head:" I wont stay here!"

Clarke more then understood this room wasn't better then the walls of mount weather! But the medical wing was packed, and no one would take a outsider, a grounder into their home. But she had to make sure Anya was save, she needed rest and none of the people here would care if she died or not, no one but her!

Clarke took Anyas hand, which gained her a confused look from the blonde.

"Anya and I stay together, i wont have her harmed." Clarke said in a strong voice for everyone to hear.

"Clarke ... She is a prisoner.. no one will harm her if she stays here!" Abby said, trying to understand what had come over her daughter.

Clarke glared at her mother, even tho she knew her mother was just trying to keep her save.

"She is not a prisoner! We need her help, the mounten man will come for us and Anya and her people are the only ones who can help us." Clarke answered enraged, before she tightened her grib on Anyas hand. She encircled Anyas waist and helped the woman up, as they left the tent, leaving her mother and the guards behind.

They entered Clarke's tent, it wasn't really big, but it was enough for a bed in the middle and a baskets for cloth on the side. They walked to the bed and Clarke let Anya drop down on it.

"Sleep! You need it, i´ll get some food for you later! You´re save here!" Clarke said, not leaving any space to argue as she tossed some of her cloths towards the grounder, then she left the tent right away.

Clarke had spent most of the day arguing with her mother whether or not teaming up with the grounders was a good idea or not, and if it was smart to hold Anya this close, which Clarke was sure of her mother mainly addressed because Anya was currently in HER bed sleeping.

All in all it had been an exhausting day, as she wanted to head back to her tent, Bellamy and Octavia called out for her.

"They made it they´re here!"

Clarke was sure they revered to Finn and the others, a smile grew on her face and she ran to the gates with the others. As soon as they had made it she spotted Finn, and next to him Jasper and Monty and all the others. They all had made it! Clarke couldn't believe it, it was like a big burden that was taken off from her shoulders.

Finn had ran to her as soon as he had spotted her, holding onto her as if his life depended on it.

"Im so glad you´re fine". he whispered to her, before she let go. It was weird she thought she would be happy to see Finn again, but she actually felt nothing. Yes she was happy he was well, but that was it. But before she could think more about it Jasper and Monty had ran into her, both locking her into the tightest hug.

"We knew you couldn't be dead" they laughed.

After their reunion they all left for dinner and exchanged their stories.

Clarke was getting more and more tired before she remembered that Anya was still in her tent, she had promised her to get her food. So she got up and took another plate with food that she hoped the grounder would like, as she didn't know the girl well enough she packed from everything something.

Clarke entered her tent, it was dark only the candles on the chair on one side of the room illuminated it. She smiled when she looked at Anya, she wondered how such a deadly, angry warrior could look so innocent while sleeping. She shook her head, averting her eyes from the woman, not liking were her thoughts were taking her.

She placed the plate with food on the chair, before she said down on the edge of the bed. She hadn't really thought this thru. She had three choices, either she would sleep next to Anya which was the most likely one not to happen, join her blankets on the floor that Anya had probably put there or ask Raven, O, or ... .

She couldn't finish her thought as she was yanked to the bed, someone straddled her and a cold silver blade was held to her throat, while a hand held down her shoulder.

Her eyes flew to the invader, only to be met by dark brown ones starring back.

"What the hell Anya?" she asked horrified.

Anya´s eyes only now seemed to realize that she was holding her blade to Clarkes throat, she looked around, slowly coming back to her senses. She lowered her knife, but kept her hand on Clarke's shoulder, still straddling the blonde girl.

"Im not used to sharing a bed" she plainly answers, still not moving.

Clarke definitely felt the effect on having the grounder on top of her, straddling her. But worst of all she couldn't stop her eyes from flickering to the other blondes lips. Now she definitely didn't like where her mind was going. Clarke started to squirm under Anya trying to free herself against her own will.

"Anya let me go!" Clarke said before Anyas hand covered her mouth.

"Be quiet!" Anya whispered, her eyes alert, she leant down, so their faces almost touched, her body pressing further into Clarkes, who was already a mess, even without this.

But Clarke had found the source of Anyas whatever this was .. quickly. Someone was walking around her tent, when that someone entered, pushing away the covers.

"Hey Clarke i thought you... ."Finn was not able to finish the sentence as he looked at the two women ontop of the bed, which didn't last long because Anya was already behind him holding the blade to his throat, waiting for permission from Clarke to cut his throat.

Finn had frozen, his pupils dilated from fear, not sure what was happening, or what he had walked in to.

Clarke got up from her bed, looking still in shook, "Anya let him go, its alright."

Anya rolled her eyes, but let go of the boy named Finn.

Finn had absolutely no idea as to what was going on right now.

"Finn what do you want?" Clarke answered quite annoyed.

"What do you mean what i want? What is this," he looked Anya up and down:" Grounder doing here, in your tent?"

Anya glared at him stepping forward, just to be stopped by Clarke.

"She came here with me Finn! You have no idea what the mounten Man are doing, we have to make peace with the grounders, find the commander, so we can defeat them together .. i told you everything earlier!" Clarke answered now slightly annoyed.

"I... "he looked back at Anya then to Clarke;" I still love you you know... I just ... You were gone for quite some time... i wanted to spent the night with you... ."

Clarke couldn't believe him, she shook her head, she liked Finn but he had broken her heart, and other then that, there were no more feelings for him anymore, but she couldn't tell him that, could she. Clarke was uncomfortable discussing this in front of Anya.

"Finn we´ll talk tomorrow, im to tired for this now." Clarke answered tired.

Finn nodded, but didn't give up just not yet,"You do still love me, don't you?" he asked pleadingly.

Clarke only shook her head slightly, she didn't want to hurt Finn, but there was no way in doing this without hurting him. "We will talk tomorrow... Good night Finn!" she said.

She could not longer look at him, as the pain in his face was clearly visible, but he nodded and left.

Clarke could feel Anyas eyes on her back, but she couldn't bring herself to look at her.

"I brought you food" she said while pointing at the table.

Anya only nodded and sat down, eating what the blonde had brought her. She watched as Clarke gathered some cloth, before she noticed Clarke wanted to leave.

Clarke turned as she felt fingers close around her wrist, she turned only to look into the taller womans surprisingly warm brown ones.

"Have i done something to offend you?" the blonde asked, confused.

Clarke's eyes narrowed, realizing that the taller woman actually meant the question.

"I... No! Nothing... Im just tired, i will see you in the morning." Clarke answered wanting leave, only to be pulled back by the blonde.

"Obviously I have", Anya pulled Clarke closer looking if she maybe had cut the girl on her throat to deep.

Clarke shivered under Anyas touch, not liking her bodys reaction she stepped back from her, she looked up at Anya, and for a second she was sure that what she had just seen in the woman's eyes was pain, was she hurt? Had Clarke hurt her`?

"You haven't done anything Anya, I will just sleep in Octavias tent, so you can have your own."

Anya studied Clarke's face, "You´re afraid that i will hurt you in your sleep?" Anya asked with a steady, yet angry voice.

"What ?!.. No! I.. I just thought that you would prefer it that way."

Anya didn't want to admit that she wanted Clarke to stay,so she said nothing, she sat down on the bed, no emotion crossed her face and she started eating.

Clarke was confused by this, had she maybe offended on of those stupid rules of the grounders... or maybe.. just maybe had Anya wanted her to stay? No matter which, Anya was angry with her for wanting to leave.

Clarke dropped her cloth back to the floor, when she turned to Anya and slowly said;" Well.. if you want me to stay... do i at least get to have the bed?"

Anya didnt look up, she only nodded and Clarke crashed down onto her bed, kicking her shoes of, snuggling into the pillow. Her pillow smelled different then usual, not bad, different, better than usual, before she realized that Anya had used her pillow all day. She growled, this woman would even hunt her in her dreams.