Okay so I sort of stole this from tumblr user feministravenreyes but I also sort of didn't. This piece is loosely based off a post she made which I will add a link to. It was meant to be a drabble but I got a little carried away so anyway, this one goes out to her! Please enjoy!

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It had been three months since the Culling, since the day that took her family and her best friend away from her. She hated to think too much about it. She liked to remember them when they were alive. She missed her dad terribly, and Wells too, even though she was mad at him beyond words. Sometimes, she wished she could bring him back to life just so she could kill him herself. She looked down at her wrist, donning the watch that once belonged to her father, not even to check the time, but to simply remember that it was his.

She supposed she missed her mother too, but the fact that she was part of the council-the old council- that had made her Chancellor, angered her. Memories of the Culling flooded back to her, Jaha's voice over the comm system "May we meet again" and her father hugging her so tightly she couldn't breathe before he pressed his watch into her palm, her mother telling her it was for the best, and the sound of her own screams when Wells betrayed her, and ducked onto B deck just before the doors closed, and five hundred and fifty one people died of asphyxiation.

She wiped her finger under her eyes, making sure she was dry before the meeting started. She sat in Jaha's old chair and watched as the other council members filtered in. Raven Reyes from Mecha Station, Paul Slater from Hydra Station, Justin Giles form Tesla Station, and Bellamy Blake from Factory Station.

The idea was to take someone who would best be suited to preside over a certain aspect of life on the Ark and sit them on the council. Raven was the head engineer, and though her father held that position before her, Clarke had overlooked that fact and become friends with the girl. Slater was in charge of making sure the Ark's water systems were sustainable and though he was good at his job, Clarke didn't really trust him. Justin was a nice guy, he knew a lot about crops and the condition of the Ark's food supply, but lacked the ability to stand up for himself. If anything, Clarke pitied him. If there was one person she did not pity, it was Bellamy Blake. He was in charge of the guard. And he was an ass.

She glared at him as he walked in and sat in the chair to her left.

It was going to be a long meeting.

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The council meeting was actually quite productive. The water filtration system was running smoothly after a draining issue last month and the water was now safe to drink. Though the system was running at full capacity, the Ark still ran on shower schedules by station. It wasn't ideal, but it was effective.

The cadets in the guard hated Bellamy for upping the training regimen, but respected him for being a fair leader. Clarke didn't really care what he did, as long as he wasn't brainwashing them to be jackasses. They were all kids now.

The oxygen filters were back up to par, and Clarke agreed with Raven's assessment. She hadn't had any oxygen deprived patients in the clinic since the Cuilling. Less people breathing.

Oh yeah, she was also the head of medical.

The thing she was seeing in the clinic now was a high death rate due to starvation, especially in children and infants. With most people over the age of thirty dead, friends had paired up, taking in young neighbors and working as family units. The housing situation was a mess for a while, but Clarke did her best to make everyone happy. Rations were now equal for everyone on the entire Ark, but the redistribution of food left them with the question of their ability to grow more. Even with a sufficient water supply, it was a difficult task to grow food in space.

Even though there were less people on the Ark, the people left were growing kids and teenagers, which led to the problem of stunted growth and development, which meant that for the common good, she would be forced to float those who could not pull their weight.

She didn't want it to come to that.

Though the oxygen levels were fine and the water filtration system was fine and the stupid fucking guard was fine, the food supply was not fine, and Clarke was not fine.

She was tired. Only three months on the job and it had drained her. An eighteen year old should not feel this exhausted, she thought. Often times, Clarke would slip away to the clinic for some peace and quiet. Though she now had people training under her, whom she knew were more than capable of handling anything that walked through the door, she still felt the need to check up on them. It made her feel like a good mentor, and also gave her an excuse to leave the Chancellor's office and the communications room.

That didn't stop her from receiving calls though.

Clarke groaned and grabbed the comm that was strapped to her belt.

"What do you need? Over." she asked though the device before releasing her finger from the button.

"Domestic situation on Mecha. Over." Came Bellamy's voice through the speaker. She wanted to throw it at the wall. She pinched the bridge of her nose before responding,

"Isn't that where you come in? Over." she asked him slowly.

"I really think you should see this. Over." His voice grew anxious and Clarke groaned.

"On my way. Over." She told him, "Sterling, Fox, you guys alright if I go clean up Blake's mess?" she asked her interns.

"Of course, Chancellor Griffin, we're all set here." Fox answered with a smile.

"Just Clarke." She muttered, cringing at the title before stalking off to Mecha Station.