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The sun rose over Arkadia, the same as it had every day since the sparse camp was erected months ago. Months, Clarke thought, yes it had only been months since the Ark, carrying with it relations of the 100, had crash-landed on Earth – this hostile, Grounder-filled environment. Relations – friends and family, such as her own mother, Abby, as well as shadowy figures from the past. As the 100 were unanimously composed of criminals, it was inevitable that some reunions weren't going to be as happy as others. But they had hardly had time to ruminate on this, as they faced trouble from the occupants of Mount Weather, and then had to act together to do common good.

"Good", Clarke bitterly thought, with a wry smile. A smile that masked the sheer pain and regret of the Mount Weather escapade – regret that she had only just been able to come to terms with – with Bellamy's help, of course. Clarke gave a genuine smile at that, although small, thinking of Bellamy. With so much action and trauma, feelings had seemed like a waste of time – why regret what couldn't be fixed? Only recently had she and Bellamy talked about what happened in Mount Weather, and her surprise at his own vulnerability was only exceeded by surprise at her own. Had she truly spent so much time around Grounders that pain was weakness? Pain, there was going to be enough of that now, considering A.L.I.E's invasion and, now, disappearance. We all had to live with pain though – it was one of life's many pleasures…

'Hey'

Clarke snapped out of her reverie. 'Clarke, are you ok?'

Clarke looked up and saw Bellamy towering over her, her scarred face holding none of the usual ferocity, so common in many of them these days. His voice was soft, eyes concerned, brow furrowed. As she turned her head to look up at him, he felt a tear slide down her neck. She hadn't even realised she was crying.

'Umm' Her voice was weak and cracked – how much time had passed, sitting on these rocks just outside Arkadia, facing the rising sun? 'Yeah Bell, I'm fine'

Bellamy sat down beside her on the rocks. The dirt was slightly damp from the downpour they had experienced last night – winter was coming and Clarke and Bellamy both knew that Skaikru would need to really get their act together if they wanted to survive. After A.L.I.E, so many had gone – as Lexa had slaughtered them in the City of Light to protect Clarke, they had died. Or, more accurately, they had met the same fate as Ontari – they were brain dead, their minds were gone, lost forever. Although their relatives had wanted to keep them, the bodies soon starved, hearts stopped beating. It was painful, Bellamy had to admit, but if he had learnt one thing these past few months, it was that pain was necessarily bad – or that the lack of pain wasn't necessarily good.

Anyway, the population of Skaikru had plummeted, and the Coalition left leaderless. Kane and Abby had stayed in Polis to enter negotiations with the rest of the Grounders, whilst Clarke and Bellamy had taken the remaining members of Arkadia back home. Now they were left with no supplies and an uncertain amount of land to use – no one knew what the Grounder negotiations were coming to – not to mention hundreds of haunted, shattered people, who had done unforgivable deeds. Deeds which they couldn't forget.

The camp had held an emergency election – probably a good move as Chancellor Pike was dead, and the three previous Chancellors, Abby, Kane and Jaha, were all otherwise occupied – trying to stop a war. As Clarke and Bellamy had been the primary leaders of the resistance against A.L.I.E, they had been the main contenders for the position, despite still being so young. Bellamy had won in the end, a result of mistrust in Clarke after she had gone walkabout after Mount Weather, but he knew that he couldn't do this without her. He couldn't bear the burden of making vital decisions, and trying to protect their people, alone.

As noise from the direction of Arkadia started to grow, Bellamy stood up, and offered his hand to Clarke. She took it and stood up with him, they both gazed regretfully at the camp behind them before looking at each other. Shared understanding of the enormity of their task passed between them, as they sighed and started to walk towards their home.

'Heya Clarke…' Clarke glanced up from her work station to see Raven peering from around the corner smiling at her. Clarke was a bit puzzled to see her acting so…well….fine. Considering everything.

'Uh hi Raven, what's up?' Clarke had just organising the new Grounder medicines she had learnt about whilst in Polis as the 13th Clan representative, in the medical bay. Raven entered the room, and leaned against the wall opposite Clarke.

'Well, it seems like the medical bay isn't busy' – an understatement, as Clarke looked around and saw it was empty – 'so I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk outside the camp'. Huh? Clarke knew Raven was a bit of a workaholic – she could normally never be dragged away from her workstation – and it's not as if she had nothing to do. Power needed to be connected throughout the Arc, and many, many things needed to be fixed.

Clarke gave Raven a stern look, and the olive girl dropped her playful façade to reveal a thoroughly pissed off expression. 'Ok, Bellamy said that I should take a break, as nothing was urgent.' Another stern look from Clarke. 'Well he armed the doors to my workstation whilst I went for some food'.

Although action like this would normally have irritated Clarke beyond belief – what right did Bellamy have telling us to stop working for the greater good of Arcadia – it did put a small smile on her face. Raven could get a little obsessive over her work.

'Alright then, and I suppose this walk has an ulterior motive too?' Clarke crossed her arms, and Raven mirrored her. They knew each other too well.

'I do nothing without a purpose Wanheda - there are some plants and berries Miller said we could forage for if we wanted, to start storing for the winter. Also, Abby used to tell me to keep exercising my leg when I could.' She gave a despondent look down at the unresponsive leg, then grimaced and look back up at Clarke.

'Right, sounds like a plan, let me just grab some bags, and we can leave'. Raven lifted up two burlap sacks from behind her back with a smile.

'One step ahead of you Clarke, now let's go.'

Trekking outside the camp, it was comforting for Clarke to be with someone who didn't need to talk. Someone who, despite the initial animosity between them (for the whole Finn-fiasco a while ago) had grown to be a close friend, with a fairly similar sense of humour. Since Octavia's abrupt departure, there had only been a few of them that felt bound in this way – relatively untouched by A.L.I.E – Clarke, Raven, Monty, Harper, Miller, Bryan and Bellamy. Although they may have been divided before, when Pyke was Chancellor, the death and succumbing of everyone around them had made them tighter than before.

The grass was wet and full of colour and there was a silence, interrupted by only the distant sounds from Arkadia – business as usual. As the two girls tramped through the forest together, Raven stopped and pointed, somewhat excitedly.

'Clarke, look. Is that it?' Clarke looked towards the bush of bright red berries and compared it with the drawing, copied from Lincoln's book before Octavia had disappeared with it.

'Yeah, looks about right...' The blond girl, despite Raven's obliviousness, noticed that the two had ventured to where the blockade line used to be. For some reason, unknown to her, Clarke suddenly felt very uneasy. As the mechanic started the run to the bush, Clarke saw it. 'Raven, wait-'

The impact was in slow motion, and still Clarke couldn't do anything but watch as the soft sole of Raven's shoe was pieced by the rusted iron. Saw the impact as the whole of her weight was pushed down. Heard Raven's piercing scream.

After the amount of pain that she had gone through before – the explosion and her leg, Finn, A.L.I.E – Raven didn't think it was possible for her to feel worse. However, looking down at her mangled foot, she felt revulsion. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen her share of gruesome injuries, but something about being nailed down… with a shudder she knew – it reminded her of the bodies they had crucified outside Polis.

She couldn't help it, shivers ran through her body, and she started convulsing. As she had fell, her other leg, the useless one, had twisted, making her scream. Blood was pulsing out of her foot in waves – the pointed edge of the iron was sticking out of her foot, and there were white shaving attached to it. She hoped to God that it wasn't bone – but God had stopped looking out for her a while ago.

As her pulse increased, she started hyperventilating, black spots appeared in her vision and Clarke swam in and out of focus. With relief, she slipped into unconsciousness…

As Raven fell, Clarke rushed to help her, almost forgetting to scan the grass around her for any other pieces of metal. Feel sick, she noticed that there was a clump of iron screws sticking out of the ground – some sort of barrier, maybe this had been some sort of blind spot in the blockade… Clarke could only thank God that Raven had fallen sideways, not forwards into the death trap.

The injury was bad, and Raven was losing a lot of blood and didn't seem to be able to stay awake. Clarke, although generally quite level-headed, was feeling the urgency of the situation. As a doctor, she knew that she couldn't save this patient out in the forest alone. Giving a desperate glance back in the direction of the camp, common sense told her that she was too far away for them to hear her, but, looking at Raven, however strong Clarke might be, she couldn't lift her. But she couldn't leave her either. Animals would be attracted to the scent of her blood, and who knew the Grounders' allegiance at this moment anyway?! Even besides that, Raven was losing too much blood, and it was against a doctor's instinct to leave a patient unattended.

The warrior scanned her surroundings, but had no hope. Maybe her mum could have done something dramatic, like make bandages out of her shirt or do an emergency blood transfusion, but, out here in the forest, the risk of infection was too high. As it was, the rusty screw turned her stomach – Raven could be dead within the hour.

Clarke felt frustration build up within her – another one of her friends was not going to die on her, but she didn't know what to do! Out of desperation, she started screaming, as she tried to create a tourniquet to stop blood loss from the leg.

'Bellamy….. Bellamy… Bellamy….', then cut off her sob and concentrated on the task at hand, as she tightened the tourniquet and steeled herself to remove the screw by force.

Bellamy was outside Arkadia hunting with a group, trying to collect enough meat to store over winter. He knew it wasn't a bright idea, leaving camp now, as Clarke and Raven were probably outside Arkadia now anyway, foraging, and some sort of leader needed to be there in case something happened. But he had been planning this hunt all week, and he wasn't just going to cancel it because Clarke decided that she wanted to be outside. Bellamy did admit that a little of his frustration was due to the hunt's progress – and that was pitiful. The group just didn't have any sort of cohesion – they were just a bunch of adults and kids who happened to fall from the sky together. Bellamy wouldn't admit that the hunt's failure was in any way down to his distraction – that being the urgency to collect food. How ironic that this worry stopped him being able to complete the task.

He gave a huff of frustration and vowed he would give it another hour before returning. As the group creeped forward, further and further away from Arkadia, Harper spotted some deer tracks. Finally, Bellamy thought, we might get lucky. Moving closer and closer towards the stream, where the tracks headed, they hid in the undergrowth as a beautiful doe bent over to drink from the rushing water. He almost felt bad as he signalled to one of the adults – he hadn't bothered learning their names yet – to get in position with a crossbow. On the count of three… one… two…..

The deer looked up and a flock of birds took flight in the trees, the wildlife seemed disturbed. Bellamy gave the signal just as the deer started to run. The whistling bolt pierced its rear and brought it thudding to the ground as the animal made a screaming noise. Quickly Bellamy finished it off with a bullet to the head – he felt sick. But that was survival. Miller came over and clapped him on the back.

'Finally got something, hey Bell'

'We got lucky, something spooked it' He was distracted, trying to figure out why the animals were restless when he heard a cry – a human one this time – piece through the dense trees to his left. It was clear, as though coming from about a kilometre away, and what it was shouting was plain as day. His name. It was Clarke.

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