Author's Note: Hello there! I just have a few disclaimers before we begin: This is actually my first time writing a fanfic for The 100, so please be gentle with me. In fact, it's actually my first time writing anything not related to Sherlock or Doctor Who! I just finished watching the first season of this show yesterday, but I got the idea for this AU-ish fic, and I simply had to start writing it! I got the idea from a movie called In Your Eyes (If you haven't seen it I highly recommend it. It's on Netflix). The film is basically about these two people who live on opposite sides of the country, but can somehow hear each other and see what the other sees. (Netflix description pretty much says: Two unconnected people in different parts of the country forge a telepathic bond that leads to a metaphysical romance.) It's really cool and super sweet. So yeah! That's what's up with that. :) I'd like to apologize for any major errors, and let you all know that I don't own any of these characters. I hope you enjoy it!

Clarke Griffin was not afraid of the dark, and she did not believe that there were monsters in her closet or under her bed. The ghost stories her friend Wells told her never stopped her from getting a goodnight's rest, but she did have one recurring nightmare that never failed to send shivers up and down her spine. Some nights Clarke would close her eyes, fall asleep, and reopen them in another room on the Ark. She did not know where this dream room was, but it definitely was not her own.

The scariest thing about the dream was that it all felt so real. No other dream was so vivid. In this other world, she could feel the cold, filtered air surrounding her and hear the other people in the dream speaking as clear as a bell. Usually there was a woman, a young boy, and a little girl in the room. Clarke believed they were a family, because the woman and the girl shared the same dark hair and facial structure. (This made it obvious that it had to be a dream, because the Ark had a strict one child per family rule. A brother and sister were not possible anymore.) She never got to see the boy for some reason, but she could hear his voice. In fact, his voice was the only comforting thing about whatever scene played out in her head that particular night.

Strangely enough something was always a bit different about the dream each time she had it, but the boy's voice remained a constant. In the beginning, the woman, the mother was around more, but as Clarke grew up she saw her less and less. The only other major change over time was that as Clarke grew older, so did the girl and boy in her dream. She could tell by the boy's voice that he was aging; even constants have to evolve a little over time. Clarke had the advantage of seeing the girl, though, and she appeared to be around her own age if not a bit younger.

Perhaps that had been why it was so terrifying when the girl was forced to sleep beneath the floor boards every night. She was never shoved or physically abused, but there were usually stern words and tears. Clarke could tell she was deeply loved by her family, but it was obvious the girl did not want to go. Somehow she knew that the boy did not want to send her down there either. Something about the idea of being trapped in a small, dark area for hours at a time made her anxious. The worst dreams were when the room was dark, and she was on her back staring at the ceiling for some reason, and she could hear the girl's soft crying from beneath the floor across the room.

For some reason it was necessary.

For some reason Clarke was always unable to sleep after these nightmares.

It was not until something even more real and terrifying happened that the dreams stopped.

When she found out the Ark was dying, when her best friend betrayed her, when her father was floated, when she had to warn the rest of the Ark on her own.

That's when she stopped letting some girl under the floor boards give her the heebie-jeebies. At least that's why she thought the dreams ended.

Little did she know that whenever she got those dreams, a boy on the other side of the Ark would feel a strange presence in the back of his mind. He did not know why, but Bellamy Blake drew courage from the peculiar feeling of someone seeing his family's struggle. When he sensed the other presence, he did not feel so alone anymore. A part of him, although he knew it was silly, thought it was his father watching over them. All he knew about his father was what his mother Aurora had told him: he was long dead, but he was a good man, and he would have loved him very much.

"And Octavia?" Little Bellamy had asked. His mother paused for a moment before stretching her lips into a small smile.

"And your sister." She replied, smoothed back his curly mess of hair, and returned to work mending a tear in Octavia's pants leg.

For young Bellamy that was enough. But as time passed, not so much. The mysterious presence he had relied on since he was a child faded over the years, and by the time he was a grown man it was practically forgotten. All he really had was his sister and mother…

Well, he had his sister. She was his responsibility, after all.

Who needs to feel seen anyway? That lonely feeling will dull into numbness eventually.

Who needs a constant to hold onto in this crazy world of change anyway? Save the universe some energy, it'll only be ripped away eventually.

Bellamy had people to take care of, and so did Clarke. They were both much too busy for warm, fuzzy feelings and imaginary families.

However, when dreams are ignored in the darkness of night, sometimes instead of fading into the cobwebs they begin to intrude on the daylight.

Thanks so much for reading. I really hope you enjoyed it. I realize there isn't much explanation of what's going on here yet or that much action either, but never fear there is more to come! They might not know each other exists right now, but gosh darn it they will soon. :) Until next time xoxox