Greetings readers. Been debating on doing a The 100 Fic for a minute and figured hey, why not put the first chapter out and see the response? The new season (4) is coming up in a week so I guess we will see where the world we know and love goes from there. This, however, is set right after season 2. I really didn't care for the craziness of season 3 but it was good so I figured I'd take the familiar group in a different direction. This is probably going to end up being a Bellarke fic so please, don't be mad. I know a few people who would be but hey, their like Yin and Yang and the dynamic between the two is great. That's not to say it is a full on Bellarke fic. No, I'll have other stuff in there that doesn't focus on them which I am hoping is a good read for fans. Any way... here it is.

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It'd been six months since Mount Weather. Six months since the survivors had been left to deal with random grounder attacks from the dishonorable commander. It seemed like they loved to torment Arkadia, first sending small legions and then large, time and time again looking for Clarke, or as they now called her, Wanheda. She wasn't going to return. Bellamy knew that. Jaha left with Murphy and the others and as far as Bellamy knew, he was dead.

The camp hadn't been attacked in over two weeks, the longest time of peace they'd had since Mount Weather. Bellamy was still a guard, Kane's right-hand man and Abby had taken over as Chancellor once again. Today was a good day though. The sun was rising over the forest and it was a hazy wonder. Bellamy enjoyed this view every morning, when they weren't in danger. He'd sit on the tower, tin cup of Monty's moonshine, and watch the sun rise.

It relaxed him when he remembered everything he'd been through in the past year. The regrets occasionally flooded his dreams, flashing faces of the dead in front of him like a mirror. He'd wake up in a cold sweat and leave his tent, and sometimes Raven, to look at the passing moon. This morning, however, he needed the time alone. The guards were patrolling the perimeter, which had expanded enough to incorporate farm land and the lakeside, and Bellamy had relieved the watchmen of his duties to enjoy the view.

As he sat there contemplating everything that'd happened, his mind wandered where it usually did; his sins. He'd never been a religious guy but he had more blood on his hands than any 23-year-old should. He could see their faces every time he picked up a gun, every time he ran a scouting mission or a perimeter check. No matter what he did, he was continuously tied to his sins. Bellamy wondered if there was any hope of forgiveness.

Maybe he'd be damned to the underworld, fated to roll the rock up the hill only to have it fall back down. He'd push and give everything he had and once again, it would come rolling down the proverbial hill. He wasn't a perfect person though; he knew he'd always been selfish with his actions and when it came to his friends and people he had to make the tough calls. He did it all for the one person he knew he'd always love. No one could deny the love he felt for Octavia. No one on the ground could understand the bond they had.

If he really reflected on it, he knew that this must be what having a daughter is like. Unfortunately, the birth-control that was implanted into him when he came of age 5 years ago had yet to wear off. It took seven years and this was the cruel way the council kept the young from reproducing like the animals they were. Bellamy had always thought that he'd make a great dad since he'd practically been one since he was six.

As his mind aimlessly wandered through his few selfless actions, someone called up to him from the ground.

"Bellamy!" It was Octavia, her smile wide. Lincoln was right behind her, checking his gear and fixing his boots. "We're going out for a hunt. Do you want to join? We're finally taking Jasper. He's gotten better with a bow thanks to Lincoln."

"I wasn't that bad," came Jasper's voice, walking up beside them. He looked up a Bellamy with a slight nod and then back at Octavia. "So we ready?"

"Come with us Bell!" she called back up to him, nodding. "We can camp out and come back with some really good boar or elk."

"You don't really want me to come along," Bellamy smiled back, waving his hand. "You go. Kane has some sort of mission he wants to talk to me about today. Good luck!"

Octavia only smiled sympathetically and motioned for Jasper to follow her. Lincoln gave Bellamy a small nod before taking off after them, leaving Bellamy to his thoughts once again. Jasper had broken after the mountain. Started drinking and at one point he tried to kill himself. If it wasn't for Bellamy and Monty helping him through it, he'd never have survived. He was still jaded though. Barely ever spoke and when he did it was only when he needed to. Smiles were rare but Bellamy thought of him as the little brother he always wanted.

It wasn't long before he could see the golden light peak over the horizon and the camp began to stir. As usual, Raven was up and about, checking the newly constructed walls and beacon before disappearing into the showers. Over the past couple months, they'd developed a real community, civilization from the beginning. They'd created showers from plastic tubs that collected rainwater and thanks to Raven's ingenious skills, there were working toilets.

It had come a long way from the drop-ship they'd landed in but it was still a long way from perfect. Winter had come and hawed and the few farm station crew members alive were starting their fields. An expedition five months ago revealed that farm station had survived with only twenty members. Bellamy could see Monty gathering up his crew, a half a dozen or so workers, to follow his lead. His parents were part of farm station on the Ark so Monty picked up quite a few skills.

Bellamy just sat on the tower, taking the last drink of moonshine, before standing to see Octavia, Jasper, and Lincoln disappear into the tree line. The sun was rising quick and Kane was probably up and about, tending to the guards as they switched shifts. Bellamy put his cup in his cargo pocket, jumped down from the tower, and made his way toward the armory.

He wasn't surprised to see Kane dolling out guns to the guard and managing their shifts. He was barking orders, as usual, when Bellamy entered.

"I need an additional two guards with Monty and farm crew this morning," he said to the new shift. "So that means there will only be eight perimeter guards. Two in the towers and six patrolling. I want everyone alert as usual. Even though it's been two weeks we still need to stay alert."

The guards nodded and agreed, talking amongst themselves as they left. When Kane spotted Bellamy he smiled, motioning for him to come over.

"So, what's this mission about sir?" Bellamy asked, looking over the armory. "It's been a while since I've had an actual mission."

"You did come back with a broken arm and a cracked collar bone after your last mission," Kane pointed, grabbing his hand gun and placing it in his belt. "You haven't been out since, right?"

"I stopped searching after that," Bellamy shrugged, his eyes full of memory. "If Clarke comes back the grounders will come after us in full force to get her. She won't put any of us in any more danger so she'll never be back."

"That's what Abby is worried about," Kane sighed, motioning for Bellamy to follow him out of the armory and to the council room. "Abby has had an envoy from the commander. We received it two weeks ago but time is running up. They have a demand."

"Don't they always?" Bellamy replied, keeping pace with Kane as they turned down the corridor.

"Abby is waiting for us," Kane nodded, the doors to the council chamber opening before them. They had a few council members now including Kane, Mr. Miller, Sinclair, and Monty which kept things running smooth. When Kane and Bellamy entered they spotted Abby standing near the table, her eyes far away in thought. She turned to them with a smile, waiting for the doors to shut before she spoke.

"Bellamy," she said with a nod, looking me over. "Haven't seen you since your last appointment in the medical ward. How's your arm?"

"Fine," he nodded. "I can still shoot and I've been training with Lincoln."

"Good," she smiled, looking over at Kane. "Did you tell him?"

"Not everything," Kane replied, shaking his head.

"Very well," Abby sighed, motioning for them to sit. When they were all seated she began, the tone of her voice a little more urgent than Bellamy was comfortable with. "Commander Lexa has sent me a deal. She will call off her troops and Ice Nation, which is the most opposed to the commander's rule, in exchange for Clarke."

"Why are we even discussing this?" Bellamy asked, his eyes wide. "She's your daughter and she's not coming back. She knows she's wanted by the grounders for who knows what purpose…"

"I would never consider it," Abby insisted, shaking her head. "But we do know why they want her."

"The Queen of the Ice Nation is a superstitious woman," Kane said, his eyes on Bellamy. "She rules by fear and intimidation. However, her son prince Roan is offering us a deal behind her back, with the Commander's approval."

"The Ice Queen wants Clarke for the power of being Wanheda," Abby continued, her eyes desperate. "They believe by killing her the Ice Queen will gain her power. Prince Roan wants to succeed his mother before she destroys their nation with war and fanaticism. In exchange for our help, Roan will remove the bounty the Ice Queen has offered and work with the Commander to ensure we are safe."

"Our help?" Bellamy asked, working through what they'd just told him. "Is he asking us to assassinate his mother in exchange for our safety?"

"Exactly," Kane nodded. "And we need a team put together that is up for the task. We need people that know how to fight and know the ground. We could think of no better leader for this mission."

"No," he said tersely, moving to stand. "Clarke would be furious if we did this. Haven't you thought this through? What happens when the ice nation people discover this coup? They'll hate us even more!"

"They will never find out," Kane insists. "Not if we succeed."

"What's the plan?" Bellamy asked, his eyes darting between them.

"Poison," Abby whispers, her voice wavering slightly.

"And why would Roan need our help with that?"

"Because the Ice Queen is an expert at poisons and remedies. Some say she is also a master of death," came someone's voice and for the first time since the battle for Mount Weather, he saw Indra. He hadn't even realized she'd been standing in the dark corner the whole time.

"I will concoct a poison using our modern technology and medicine," Abby pressed on, her voice becoming more sure. "She won't have an antidote on hand and it will be a bloodless coup to save our people, and theirs, from more bloodshed."

"And how do we get close enough?" Bellamy asked, the plan forming in his mind.

"Roan will take care of that," Indra said, stepping to the table. "He will deliver the poison and become king. You and your group just need to bring the poison to him."

"Why us?" Bellamy pressed, his eyes narrowed. "Why would we paint a target on our back? It was your commander who made the deal with Mount Weather. It was your commander who forced Clarke into hiding in the first place!"

"And it is our commander who is willing to cooperate with you to gain a strong Ice Nation Ally," Indra spat, grabbing the hilt of her sword.

"And after that? When all the nations are working together? Will you come slaughter us like you've always wanted?" Bellamy was furious, dangerously close to losing his reservations.

"I would want nothing less," Indra replied, her voice cold. "But our commander insists on working with you. We've seen the way your healers work and we've seen the technology you have. My commander thinks it is best to learn from you rather than slaughter you like you deserve."

"Bellamy," Kane warned noticing the younger man's hand going to the gun in his belt. "We haven't agreed but time is running out. Abby and I have been wrestling with this for two weeks and we finally decided that if we were to do it, we'd need you, Octavia, and Lincoln to succeed."

"Glorified delivery service," Bellamy growled, looking between the three of them. "And if we get caught we take the blame from the Ice Nation. Your commander is shrewd."

"Help us or be destroyed," Indra replied, her hand tightening on the hilt of her blade.

"Indra, please," Abby said, her hand going up.

"I'll do it," Bellamy ground out, regretting the words. "But if your commander wants our help, she's going to have to give us more assurance than that."

"I'm not here to negotiate," Indra hissed.

"You have to come with us," Bellamy insisted, his voice low. "We will not be the only ones to risk our lives."

"I'll go to Polis," Kane intervened, his eyes darting between Bellamy and Indra. "I'll tell the commander we agree and that you will be on the mission with us. She can't object if we are agreeing to help."

"He's right," Abby insisted, watching Indra's temper flare. "We can send Kane as an envoy and you can help us work on a plan. You know the ground better than we ever could."

"I will not disobey my commander," Indra insisted, looking between them.

"Indra, please," Abby said, her eyes full of pleading emotion. "It is a good plan and we need your help. The longer you hesitate, the longer you debate, brings us one step closer to an all-out rebellion from the Ice Nation. Thousands will die…"

Indra stood there a moment, her eyes first on Bellamy and then Kane. She heard Abby but never looked at her, wrestling the idea in her head. "Fine," Indra finally conceded, her eyes narrowed. "I will send Kane with my warriors to Polis."

"Thank you, Indra," Abby said but Indra just laughed, walking toward the door.

"Don't thank me yet. I can't guarantee Kane will make it back alive," she said, the door shutting behind her. The room was silent a moment and Bellamy could tell he needed to leave. He was about to walk through the door after Indra when Kane stopped him.

"Pick the rest of your team," Kane said, his eyes looking toward the door. "And be weary of Indra. I'll come find you later."

Bellamy only nodded before leaving the room, Abby's worried voice following him out the door. He quickly strode down the hall toward the launch bay, redesigned and up and running thanks to Raven, Monty, Wick, and Sinclair. It was massive, a hanger perfect for a plane but they weren't that lucky. They had built, over the past six months, two vehicles. One was armored and had a reinforced frame, perfect for hostile territory and the other was a smaller transport vehicle suitable for supplies. As Bellamy entered the hanger he spotted Raven looking over some schematics, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Hey," Bellamy said, walking up beside her. "Got a minute?"

"Just one," she replied, not looking up from the screen.

"I've been assigned a pretty intense mission and I need a reliable team," he whispered, looking about. "You in?"

"Is this a sexual joke?" she replied, her eyes finding his. "Is this your version of foreplay?"

"No," Bellamy replied, first dumbfounded and then he smirked. "You'd know if it was foreplay."

"What's the mission?" she asked, looking back at her work.

"I'll brief you once I talk to the others," he replied, looking about for Miller and Harper.

"They are out patrolling," Raven said, noticing his look.

"Thanks," Bellamy replied, squeezing her arm gently. "See you in a little while." He then took off through the hanger door towards the front gate.

Arkadia was massive now, people constructing houses from debris and wooden logs to survive the winter were thankful for their warmth. Right now, however, the ground was muddy and full of puddles. This was the first spring Bellamy had ever seen and so far, he wasn't impressed.

"Bellamy!" came a voice and he turned to spot Lincoln, Octavia, and Jasper being escorted back to camp by the guard. Bellamy rushed over to the gate, looking between them.

"What happened?" he asked, the guards stopping at the gate.

"Chancellor Griffin told us that they weren't allowed to leave today," the man in the flak jacket replied. Bellamy recognized him as Atom's father, his eyes just the same as his sons.

"Thanks," Bellamy nodded, waving for them to go. "I've got it."

"What the hell?" Octavia asked, looking between Bellamy and the guards.

"It's okay O," Bellamy smiled, waiting for the guards to leave them. When they did he leaned in, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You guys up for a mission?"

Octavia's eyes lit up and Lincoln looked curious enough to listen. Jasper, on the other hand, looked worried. "What kind of mission?" Jasper asked, his voice slow and even.

"We still need Monty, Harper and Miller," Bellamy nodded, walking back toward the hanger. "Raven's waiting inside for us."

"I'll go get Monty," Jasper said, turning from them and making his way down the hill toward the fields.

"We saw Harper and Miller down by the lake," Octavia nodded, motioning for Lincoln to follow Bellamy.

It was silent a moment as Octavia took off to the lake and then Lincoln spoke, his voice low. "What is this mission?"

"You and Octavia are crucial," Bellamy replied, making sure no one was around. "The commander wants us to deliver a poison to Roan of the Ice Nation."

"Are you insane?" Lincoln hissed, his voice even lower. "The Ice Queen is brutal and an expert in antidotes. You'd be painting a target on your back."

"Indra is coming too," Bellamy smirked. "She's our ticket out of this."

"What do you mean?"

"She's going to accompany us and if we get caught, we exchange her for peace with the Ice Queen," Bellamy replied, his eyes darting about for anyone listening. "We know Roan wants to poison his mother so we give her that information as well. If we can broker peace with her, what do we need Lexa for?"

"I know your still pissed at the commander but- "

"There is no buts," Bellamy interrupted, feeling the fury raise in his chest. "She betrayed us, she forced Clarke to leave, she killed all those people in Tondc and continued to attack us after the mountain. I'll be damned if I ever work with her again."

"It's a suicide mission," Lincoln insisted, looking over his shoulder as Monty and Jasper came through the gate. "And you're not thinking this through. The Ice Queen wants Clarke and we don't have her. She won't broker peace."

"Just hear me out," Bellamy sighed, waving for Monty and Jasper to come with them. All four of them entered the hanger to Raven screaming and cursing at her workstation.

"Damnit!" she groaned. "I just need one working laser! Is that too much to ask for?!"

"Raven," Bellamy yelled, waving at her. She spotted the group and paused, taking a deep breath before standing. Her brace had helped for a few months but even the untrained eye could see that she was in pain.

"Hey guys," she said, slowly walking over to hug Jasper. "Long time no see. I thought you and me were friends?"

"Been trying to sober up," Jasper whispered, wrapping his arms around her in a hug.

"Me too," she smiled. "Abby has been flooding me with pain-killers. I think I went a bit far…"

"Do they work?" Japer grinned.

"So what's this plan?" Octavia asked, walking into the hanger with Miller and Harper. "I'm ready to go."

"Follow me," Bellamy said, leading the group from the hanger to the armory, a short walk for Raven who was being helped by Jasper. Once they entered Bellamy closed the door, looking between them with determination.

"Abby has assigned me to a mission that is very dangerous and could possibly end in war," Bellamy said, not even bothering to sugar coat it. "The grounders stopped attacking because they need our help. Prince Roan of the Ice Nation wants to use a poison Abby developed to kill his mother and become king. We are needed to deliver the poison to Roan within the Ice Nation. The Commander has approved this and Indra is coming with us. It's a long trek and we have to do it on foot from the border."

"Why would we do this?" Raven asked, her eyes wide. "Why would we help kill their queen? It will just make them hate us even more."

"We were left with no alternative," Bellamy replied. "It was either help with a bloodless coup or go to war. Seemed like a good choice."

"Why does he want her dead?" Lincoln asked, not looking away from Bellamy.

"She's a fanatic who's been emboldened by what Clarke did at Mount Weather. She wants Wanheda so she can rebel against the Commander. If we succeed, the new king will promise us peace and rejoin the Commander's coalition in hopes of working with us for our technology." Bellamy wasn't going to lie to them. He wasn't going to risk their lives for nothing.

"And if we fail?" Monty asked, his eyes full of doubt.

"We can't fail," Bellamy replied, his voice somber. "We succeed or our whole settlement will be destroyed either by Ice Nation or The Commander."

"I'm in," Octavia insisted. "I don't like that once again we're in danger because of Clarke but I won't stand down from a fight."

"Neither will I," Lincoln said, looking between them. "The Ice Queen is brutal and an expert at poison. If this is the only way to avoid war, I'll do it."

"I'm in," Raven assured, Miller and Harper nodding in agreement.

"You'll need all of us," Monty sighed, looking over at Jasper. "Can you do this?"

"I hate Clarke for what she did," he said, his voice calm and quiet. "But I can't put any more of our people in danger for her. I'm in."

"Good," Bellamy smiled, clapping Jasper on the shoulder. "We can do this."

How was that? Get you interested? Boring? Typical? Like the assassination twist? I did. Alright, just let me know what you think. I'm hoping it will be a good fic for fans. Thanks for the encouragement and as usual, please please please review. :D