Rating: M
Pairings: Lexa/Clarke, Indra/Abby, Anya/Raven, Lincoln/Murphy
Word Count: 3,160
Summary: After defeating the Mountain Clarke, Raven, & Murphy leave the lands of the twelve clans. They make a home for themselves with a new people and enjoy their lives. Years later the past finally finds them and their problems seem to start all over again.
A/N: A/B/O dynamics. Please keep in mind that most parts of this chapter are happening at the same time. This story really only came about because I like thinking of the unknown. What's west of Westeros, so to speak. What do you think is out there? Please leave me your thoughts; constructive criticism is always welcome.
This is currently unbetaed, please forgive my mistakes and bad grammar.
Disclaimer: The 100 belongs to Jason Rothenberg & The CW.

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Guest Review: Lmao. Lexa wants her back after she left her to die. She sacrificed Clarke. Lexa should be going after her and begging for forgiveness. It doesn't matter that she did it for her people. She left her to die. People that don't think that's messed up are just thirsty asses for Lexa.
Reply: Yes my dear Guest, I wish you had an account so we could speak about this. I really hope you see this reply. I love where your head is. One thing I put in my Ao3 A/N that I left out here is that I wasn't sure if Lexa and Clarke would reconcile. They handled it decently on the show, but I'm really not sure of how I'll spin that dynamic just yet. There will be a time jump coming up so I hope to handle it with in the next two or so chapters. The one thing I can guarantee is angst. My fingers are crossed for Clexa but, I go where my muse leads.

Chapter 1 - Prologue

Indra

The command was given, and Indra didn't give it a second thought. She ordered her warriors, Octavia included, to follow. But her seken would not leave her brother, or her people behind. Indra wanted to strangle the girl right then and there. Sure she understood, but she would not go against the Commander's orders. She broke ties with the sky girl and left with her warriors. To herself at least, she admitted the hurt and disappointment that Octavia had not followed.

Soon after, she learned of her nephew's death. Could this twice cursed night get any worse? Yes, for their part they had won. They achieved their goal in rescuing the hundreds of their people that were imprisoned in the Mountain. It was a decision that had it been hers to make, she would have done exactly as the Commander had. During war you must think with your head, not your heart. You must put your people's needs ahead of your wants.

But their victory did come at a price.

The General's thoughts rolled through her mind unending as she brooded through the woods. This night may yet get worse, she concluded. She needed to go to the Skaikru camp. Her nephew's mate deserved to be told what had become of him. And, perhaps … perhaps she would understand.

John

Murphy had no patience for the waiting around while everything was happening at the Mountain. For some odd reason he found comfort being near Doctor Griffin. The omega doctor seemed to handle his snarkish frenzied attitude with ease. Near the end of their Great Waiting, as he called it, she sent him for a walk to stretch his legs. It was more likely because she was near her wit's end and she needed him out of her hair for a few minutes. He understood the command for what it was. He made no fuss. The small trek in the fresh air did do him some good. He was elated when he saw Indra and some guards rushing towards camp on horses. He half skipped half ran to catch her for news of his mate. Once he'd reached the gate however, his mood changed completely. There were three Trikru guards waiting by the gates for their General. Their eyes were sad, but they said nothing as he passed. He quietly walked towards the infirmary and stood just outside the door. He didn't know anything of the conversation before he got there, but the angry pheromones in the air let him know that Doctor Griffin and the General were not exchanging kind words. The air changed as he made to walk into the room. Doctor Griffin was an omega, but like Clarke, he knew she could handle herself even against an alpha as fierce as Indra. But still, he was not going to let her stand alone. It was Indra's next words that stopped him.

"I lost the last of my blood this night."

His heart stopped and his limbs seemed to freeze. His hands and eyes went automatically to his abdomen. He was only about two months along, but showed a small curve already. Lincoln's children would never see him, would never be held by him, would never know the comfort of their nontu. Murphy had been every bit the wild child he'd been locked up for when the hundred crash landed on the earth. That changed when he met Lincoln. Lincoln taught him that being an omega wasn't a curse. Lincoln showed him that love was not just a byproduct of hormonal instinct. He wasn't Murphy to Lincoln; his alpha had always called him John. Lincoln showed him the true meaning and magic of a soulmate.

Murphy released a breath he didn't know he was holding and he turned and walked out of the Ark. He spoke to no one and had no idea where he was going. The only thought he had in his mind was to get as far away from that place as he could. He didn't hear his name being called, so when a strong hand gripped his arm his first instinct was to fight. His fist was easily caught and he was pushed away as gently as possible.

"Murphy! Peace," Ryder said as he raised his arms to show the young omega he meant no harm.

Anyone who cared to look could see the pain Murphy was in. Ryder tried to say something, anything - Lincoln had been his friend, but no words came out. Murphy turned and walked away without another word. Before he knew it, he was running. To where? He could not say. His tears made his vision blur.

Abby

Abby caught her mate's scent before the woman entered the med bay.

Her mate. She never thought she'd have another. She certainly hadn't been looking for one. But somehow, despite how much the Trikru general disliked Skaikru, she had taken a liking to the doctor. The attraction had made itself known fairly quickly after the two met. But being who they are, they both battled against it; until Abby's heat had unexpectedly reared its head. Her omega scent attracted many nearby alphas. But Doctor Griffin, much like her daughter, was no ordinary omega to simply lay with the first alpha to try and stake its claim. She looked past all of them. She sought out the stoic General, and the rest became history. No one was more surprised than her; save maybe the General.

In the aftermath of their mating, largely in part because of Abby's Chancellor status, relations between the Arkers and the Trikru smoothed out somewhat. Abby still had her doubts about Lexa, but she didn't regard her with as much distrust as she did in the beginning. After this war was done, she planned on reevaluating the great warrior her daughter seemed to be so taken with.

Abby had just been able to calm herself down, having sent Murphy off moments ago. Her nerves were rattled worrying about her daughter, her mate, and the captured of the one hundred imprisoned in the Mountain. She had somehow been holding it together enough to be the rock the boy could lean on. His mate was at the Mountain fighting as well. But she needed space, so she'd sent the younger omega for a walk. She inwardly thanks herself for her timing as she turns to face her mate who is now walking in to the med bay.

She took a step towards the general then stopped. Something in the woman's scent made her apprehensive.

"Is it over?" the doctor questioned.

"For most," Indra began, "yes."

The doctor's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Abby asked. "You wouldn't leave the front line of battle if there was still fighting to be done. What happened?"

Indra regarded the doctor silently as moments ticked by. She would not withhold the truth, but the consequences that she might face because of that truth worried her.

"The Commander ordered a retreat..."

"Then why are you here alone?" Abby cut her off.

Indra took a deep breath before she continued.

"We had captured one of the Mountain men, and he offered the Commander a deal."

"What deal?" Abby asked as a scowl formed on her face.

"They would release the captured clans members, if the Commander retreated ... and let them keep the Skaikru they had."

"And she took the deal?"

The disdain in the doctor's voice is clear.

"I can guarantee you that the decision was not made lightly."

"Where is my daughter?" Abby asked, seemingly ignoring Indra's previous comment.

"Last I saw she was still fighting, along with the rest of the Skaikru."

Abby's knuckles were turning white she clenched her fists so hard. Her chest heaved with the ragged breaths she took. Her eyes stung as tears gathered in them. The conflict inside her was so strong that all she could do for some minutes was try to stay standing.

"Was that all this so-called alliance was for ... to get your people out and fuck everything else?" An even more sinister thought occurred to the doctor just then. "Was that all this was?" Abby pointed between herself and Indra. "Did she plan this all along? Have some of her people mate with us … mate with those in our hierarchy?"

"That was ne…"

"I trusted you Indra, I trusted your Commander! You promised me you would see my daughter safely back to me," Abby's last words trembled from her mouth. Tears streaked down her face.

"Ab..."

The general doesn't get to finish. The sting of the slap Abby dealt her cuts through her soul, cutting deeper than any blade ever has. When she looked back at Abby, the doctor had turned her back and leaned on a table.

"Abby, I lost the last of my blood this night. I...," Indra paused, and tried to steady her voice. "I do not wish to lose you too."

Abby's sobs filled her ears then. Seeing her omega in pain was nearly unbearable. She took a slow step towards her mate, and then another. When she was within arm's reach, Abby's voice stopped her cold.

"Leave."

The word was a mere whisper, but the general heard it loud and clear. She slowly backed out of the room and stepped in to the hallway.

When Abby could no longer hear the heavy boots retreating, she collapsed to the floor.

Clarke

Tears rolled down her face when she watched Lexa leave. Soon enough, she made them stop and she turned to face Mount Weather. She would not leave her people to die. And in the end, she achieved her goal. Sadly, at a very heavy price. They had flooded the mountain with the radiated air of the outside. The men they were fighting and the innocent within had all died. Only one of the Mountain people had survived because of a hazmat suit. When the group returned to Arkadia, Clarke couldn't bring herself to enter.

"Stop that thought before it starts Princess," a voice sounded behind her.

Clarke turned and was faced by Bellamy, Maya, and Monty.

"We all had a part to play in this Clarke, we did what needed to be done," Monty insisted.

"And innocent lives were lost because of it," Clarke replied.

"No one in there was truly innocent Clarke. We saved lives. You saved lives. Do you think any of us would be standing here if you had stood down? They would've killed all of us. They would've come and killed everyone in this camp. Then they would've went after the clans again. But we stopped them. And we're all safer for it. No one will mourn what that place was. But hopefully we'll be able to put it to better use," Maya stated.

Clarke took a deep breath and nodded slightly. A small sad smile hinted at the corners of her mouth. Maya squeezed her shoulder as she walked past her, hand in hand with Monty.

"They'll be good together I think," Bellamy commented as they watched the two walk away.

"Jasper was the glue that bonded them. With him being gone now, I certainly hope they will lean on each other," Clarke replied.

"You're not staying are you?" Bellamy asked.

"I can't. There's just … too much Bell," Clarke answered shaking her head. "I'm tired. And I would really rather not be anywhere near Lexa's territory if I can help it."

"I get it," the young man said with a sigh, "but I'm going to say this anyway. This was war. It doesn't make what she did right, but I truly can't say she was completely wrong. To save our people, O, you? I would've taken the deal too. Just like how I pulled that lever with you. I would've done what was necessary to protect our people."

He hugged the blonde then. For as much as they butted heads in the beginning, she was as much a sister to him as Octavia. And more importantly, Council be damned, Clarke was their leader. He didn't want her to go, but he understood.

"I'll keep Finn from chasing you. Stay safe out there Princess. Come back when you're ready."

She felt his gaze on her back as she walked away. She was grateful to him. She knew Finn would want to try and make a move once he found out what happened. Clarke didn't need his sad and hopeful puppy eyes coming after her.

Raven

She'd heard wrong, it had to have been wrong.

"What do you mean they're leaving?" She whisper-yelled in to the walkie talkie.

"I need you to focus Raven. Our people are still here, still being tortured. I'm not leaving without them." Clarke replied.

Against all odds, Clarke was true to her word. They crushed every asshole in the Mountain.

Raven made her way back with the rest of the survivors. Her steps were painful having taken an injury to her right knee; but she wasn't going to let it hold her back. Besides, the pain in her heart was far worse.

She stopped near some trees and watched at a distance while Clarke and Bellamy talked. When she saw Clarke walk away, the look on Bellamy's face told the engineer everything she needed to know.

She followed quietly until she was sure no one else was around.

"Clarke," Raven made her presence known.

"Raven?" Clarke turned and questioned. "What are you…"

"You owe me," Raven nearly yelled, knowing that her rationalization was weak at best.

Her lips began to quiver as the blonde stared at her. Clarke understood immediately. She wasn't the only one that felt the heavy betrayal of a mate at the

Mountain. Anya's mark was clear to see on the mechanic's neck just as Lexa's mark on her own neck. Clarke quickly nodded and opened her arms as she walked towards Raven.

Raven fell in to her arms sobbing.

"How could they?" the mechanic mumbled in to Clarke's neck. "How could she?"

Clarke had no answers to give as her own tears rolled freely from her eyes. They spent the night holding tightly to each other in the bunker that Finn

had found, what seemed like a lifetime ago.

The next day in the darkness of the early dawn they left the bunker with what little supplies they found there. They came across Murphy disheveled and shivering near a river after about an hour of walking.

The three devised a plan and put it in to action.

None wanted to go back, so they made their way through the lands of the Commander. Murphy happened to overhear some gossip at a trading village a month or so in to their journey. They all had bounties on their heads.

The Ice Queen had learned of the coupling between Clarke and the Commander, as well as the couplings between two of Lexa's most powerful supporters and the two Skaikru that were missing with Clarke. The Ice Queen theorized that killing the three wanderers would deal a mighty blow to Lexa; much like when she had ended Costia's fight. She wanted to break Lexa and take the power of Wanheda. Thanks to a friend at a trading post they learned what that name meant. The clans people revered Clarke as the Commander of Death. On top of the Ice Queen hunting them, Lexa had set her own decrees. She wanted them to return; she wanted Clarke back.

The trio decided to put themselves out of reach of all their pursuers. Clarke had carried a map she'd found in the bunker when they left Trikru land. She'd traded to get a new map with the twelve lands' boarders marked. They compared the two, and decided to make their way south west.

They disguised themselves as best they could. Raven cut her hair to just above her shoulders and also kept it braided. Clarke shortened her hair as well and dyed it red. Murphy shaved his hair completely off and let his beard grow in; just enough to keep a shadow of hair on his face. His pregnancy was starting to show more and more; Raven and Clarke faced the same problem. The trio hunted for food and sold the pelts of their kills at trading posts and small villages for supplies and provisions as they needed. They never stayed anywhere for more than a day or two. They stuck to the shadows as much as they could. They had a few close calls, the most dangerous with an Azgeda assassin. But they made the journey through Trikru lands, through the lands of the Blue Cliff clan, and finally through the lands of the Glowing Forest clan.

When they asked what was beyond the borders further west, they were told a number of things; cannibalistic mutants who prize the meat of children most, all manner of beasts larger and wilder than pauna, desolate wastelands that were far too treacherous to range through or to live in. All manners of tall tales were told to them. What became most apparent was that no one in the lands they traveled through really knew what lay beyond the borders of the twelve clans. And secondly, not only did they not know, but they seemed to have no wish to find out. It was the perfect place to go.

Once they had gathered everything they could, they crossed in to the uncharted lands under cover of darkness. They would either make a life together for their pups free of the twelve clans and Ark society, or they would die. Only time would tell.

To be continued…

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