Clarke Griffin was used to nightmares. It had been a while since she was on the drop ship, falling to Earth. That had almost been a good day. She breathed in the humid, sweaty air of the juvenile delinquents. Clarke barely missed the Ark, but it was still almost nostalgic.

Clarke hissed as she opened her eyes, feeling the pain on her wrist. The bracelet? She'd torn that off so long ago.

"Welcome back." There was Wells. This was definitely another nightmare. What did her subconscious want to hurt her for this time?

"I didn't even kill that one," Clarke said to herself.

"Look..." Wells said and his voice trailed off. "What?"

"Of all the people I have killed, you'd think I'd be seeing one of them, right? Finn, or maybe Atom. First come first serve, right?" Clarke snorted. "Or maybe someone who wasn't a mercy kill."

"Clarke..." Wells stammered. "What happened to you? I know you were in solitary for over a year. They're sending the prisoners to the Ground. I..."

"I've been through this already. Got yourself arrested, came for me, and got stabbed in the neck by a little girl I couldn't save." Clarke heard the drop ship shake. The atmosphere being disconnected so the Ark could live for a few more weeks.

"Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance." Clarke looked up to see Jaha's face and spat at it. "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."

"Clarke, this is real!" Wells whispered urgently. "Snap out of it! You're out of your cell. We're going to the Ground." To be slaughtered like animals by the Grounders and eaten alive by Mount Weather, Clarke thought, and she laughed hoarsely.

"...no idea what is waiting for you down there." Jaha's voice continued. Clarke looked around her. Jasper and Monty sitting together on one wall.

"This isn't real Wells. I saw you die. I saw Finn and Dad and half of those they sent down slaughtered piece by piece. You can't be alive." Clarke stared at the face of her dead best friend. Quiet wheels were turning in his head.

"Okay, so let's say I died. I'm here now, so why not change it? Do what you can to help?" Wells asked.

"Your dad's a dick, Wells!" Someone shouted. Clarke sat there confused for a minute. This wasn't an ordinary nightmare.

"...those crimes will be forgiven. Your records wiped clean," Jaha continued. "The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the Last War, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain." Clarke did not do another crazy laugh, only a snort. Sent to Mount Weather to be safe. Stocked with food and non-perishables before the war, filled with missiles and acid fog by the time the Ark sent children down. Finn was already floating around out of his chair...

Finn. If Wells was right, if there was any chance of saving him, of saving anyone...

"Get back!" Clarke shouted. "Get back! Anyone out of your seat is going to die! I saw it!" Finn just stared at her. "If you're not going to strap back in, go get the other two to safety! Finn, I can count on you. Go!"

"Crazy princess a friend of yours?" Finn asked Wells. Then he looked at her. "Oh, you're the traitor who's been in solitary for a year."

"I'm the traitor who is saving your ass. Go!" Clarke shouted. Finn wasn't moving. "Raven!" Clarke reached, trying to think fast. If this wasn't Finn her friend, he was Raven's boyfriend. Finn frowned. "She'd want you to help them! Try to keep them alive!"

"When did you meet Raven?" Finn asked. "Did she talk about me?"

"Help me keep them alive and I'll tell you everything. Otherwise two people are going to die." Clarke said seriously.

"...your one responsibility is to stay alive," Jaha's voice continued softly on the screen. Finn turned around, using Clarke's arm as support. "Someone grab them!" Clarke shouted, pointing at one of the delinquents who had left his chair, and she saw Murphy of all people grabbing his arm. A moment later the ship screamed and shuddered. Clarke felt Finn falling and reached out with her other arm.

"Wells! Help!" She screamed and his arms went flying, grabbing Finn around the torso. Clarke kept a hold of Finn's head while she looked around desperately. The ship was rocking, blasts of cloudy steam burst out from the sides.

"Clarke," Wells started. "You need to know..."

"You didn't get my father arrested," Clarke spat out. "My mom did that. I already know." Okay, if we can keep Finn locked here, and Murphy is holding that guy does anyone die in the landing? We lost two before. Did he not get up, or is he on another part of the ship? Shouting, screaming, then the crash. They'd landed on Earth.

Now I wake up. They can't hurt me anymore. We're on the Ground. Everyone's alive. Now we'll cut to something worse. Maybe Finn dying, or Lexa...

"You can let me go," Finn gasped. He had weight now, on her lap and on Wells's lap. There was shouting over near Murphy. "You said you knew Raven?"

"I trust her," Clarke told Finn.

There were whoops. "Traitor likes the Spacewalker!" Someone shouted. Clarke pushed him off and unbuckled herself. She'd met Bellamy by the drop ship doors. If this wasn't a dream...

"Listen. No machine hum." Monty said quietly.

"Whoa," Jasper said. "That's a first." Wells was looking at Clarke like she was dying of the flue, and Finn was getting himself up impatiently. "Finn, check to see if everyone's okay. Wells, I'm okay." Clarke said and she jumped up.

"The outer door's on the lower level!" Someone shouted. People were moving towards the ladder down, but Clarke was the first one moving. Bellamy was already at the door, like he should be.

"Bellamy! Bellamy Blake!" Clarke shouted and the young man looked up.

"And you are?" He asked curiously.

"She's the traitor girl with the mom on the council!" Someone shouted.

"Bellamy!" Another girl shouted. Oh, there's Octavia, Clarke thought to herself.

"It should be safe out there," Clarke told Bellamy. "If it's not, we're all dead."

"Yeah..." Bellamy muttered.

"Bellamy! Who is she?" Octavia asked, having scurried over to her brother.

"I have no idea," Bellamy laughed. "But you're getting to be the first one on the Ground in 100 years, not her."

"Sure," Clarke stood back and watched the door open. Maybe this wasn't a nightmare. She'd just get to feel like she was seeing the Ground for the first time, again. Maybe...

Everyone stood back as Octavia slowly walked down the ramp, then stopped and breathed in the air of Earth. Sunlight in Earth's sky, real trees, a real forest. It was so beautiful compared to the Ark. No wonder Mount Weather would kill them for it.

"We're back, bitches!" Octavia shouted. Clarke smiled as the wave of her people began to charge.

"We met again," Clarke told Wells as he climbed down next to her.

"Clarke, are you okay?" Wells asked. "You're acting..."

"Like it's been a year since I saw you?" Clarke asked, feeling hope rising in her chest. "Or maybe like I thought you were dead?"

"Yeah, but..."

"No. That's exactly how I am acting." Clarke smiled at Wells and hoped he would shut up.

Finn came down. "Everyone's alive. Glen was banged up. Maybe someone can check on him?"

"I can," Clarke said instantly. She'd been training to become a healer, no a doctor, for a long time. A 'banged up' delinquent was nothing. It would give her time to think. No crossing the river to Mount Weather, obviously. She'd need to figure out how to get her people to listen about the acid fog. Maybe she could contact the Ark this time?

Clarke smiled as she climbed the ladder, a thought in her mind. She knew who was going to betray her, and she could stab all of them in the back first.