Episode 1: Spacetrip
Prologue:
Something short circuited, or at least that was how it felt to Clarke. A quick zap of electricity to the back of the scull and the entire forest melted away before her eyes. The sky, the trees, the memories, all faded into a strange hungry fog. The darkness fed on everything, suckling every part of the world around her, everything she'd ever touched and every one who'd been in it.
Clarke tried to fight it, but suddenly she was so tired, she wanted it all to leave her.
She let the nightmares go first, it was easiest to release her regrets. The lever in Mount weather, Lexa, Finn, the garden of graves in front of the drop ship, it was all easy to give up. The clean air, shooting stars, the sky, and rushing water was what meant so much more. As she fought for it with all she had, all the tenacity and strength she'd had to refine on Earth, the darkness in Clarke's her mind and began to drag away something even more precious. The 100. They were the last to go, but Clarke was tired, more tired than she'd ever been. It was as if she was being held down by the exhaustion from all her days on Earth simultaneously and eventually it took over and she lost it all to the fog.
The Ark:
"Griffin's awake," someone whispered. Clarke tried to open her eyes, but her mind was fussy and her limbs felt like rocks.
"Clark," whispered a voice. "Clark, baby, it's all right."
"Mom?" she coughed and blinked as much as she could until a clear vision formed before her. Her mother was seated in front of her. Small solar flares passed between them through one of the ark windows.
Clarke could feel the familiar plush cot beneath her, but there were no windows in med bay. She would know, she'd been coming there since she was able to walk on her own. Watching her mother work was something that used to fascinate her, she remembered that. She remembered her father, the floating, solitary confinement, but everything after was fuzzy, like someone had put up a wall between her and the rest of her mind.
"Clark, we were a little worried. You were one of the last to wake up," Abby sighed, sliding her palm around Clark's cheek and smiling. Clarke tried to smile back, but her lips felt numb. They seemed to have switched places, now her mother was watching her instead.
"Where are we?" Clarke wheezed.
"Take it slow baby," Abby cautioned and let her hand fall away. "We're on the Ark."
"What? Where else would we be?" she laughed a little and shook her head. "I meant where on the Ark."
"Do you remember anything from while you we're sleeping?" Abby asked, standing up. Clarke heard her hitting commands on one of the monitors, but she couldn't get control of her muscles enough to roll herself over and see what it was for. "Some of the other kids said they had dreams, specifically similar ones. Even some of the adults, including Raven Rays and Kane."
"Raven and Kane? Mom what is going on? Where are we?"
"We're in the mess hall. It's been converted for sustained life support while you all slept."
"Slept? Mom," Clarke pulled on her mother's lab coat and forced her eyes up while she dropped into a whisper. "When was I moved out of solitary?"
"You really don't remember?" Her mother bent down to look at her again. "You were moved along with the others. All one hundred of you were taken from the Sky Box and placed in here along with the other civilians. You were so scared. You thought they were going to float all of you. I had to calm you down, explain about the sleeping chambers, how we'd created space for everyone and arranged to divert life support to this room" Clarke flicked her eyes around what little she could see. Medical cots as far as she looked in any direction.
"Are you remembering any of this?"
Clarke shook her head as the wall onside her mind seemed to come alive and fought back against her. It pounded until the back of her eyes hurt. She shut them as hot tears began to slide out. It was all so confusing. She was so overwhelmed.
"We put everyone into induced comas. To save on resources," Abby continued to explain, pulling a needle out of Clark's arm. "You slept for months, everyone but the medical staff, select members of the engineering crew, and Jaha. But we got it fixed Clarke, the Ark is fixed."
"But Dad, Dad said it was impossible," she stammered.
"It should have been," her mother agreed. Her hand settled in Clarke's and something cold slid against her palm. Clarke opened her eyes and found a watch between her mother's hand and hers, her father's watch. For some reason, she had expected it to be broken. It wasn't.