AHHHHHHHHHHH! I JUST WATCHED THE FINALE. WHAT DO I DO? I JUST DON'T KNOW! AHHHHH!
I won't give anything away in case some of you haven't watched it yet. But three words of advice... PREPARE TO DIE!
So, into the fic. I had wanted to not post it till I had more of it written. But what the hell, I'm sure you all won't mind.
A few changes have been made. Lincoln was not tortured because I'm saving him till later in the story for another purpose. So just pretend they found another way to cure Finn, or that he wasn't even poisoned in the first place. Yes, lets go with that. Though he was still stabbed (he can't get off that easy, right).
And Finn was not with Clarke when she got taken by the Grounders. Myles was still there and shot up with arrows, but Finn was no where around, meaning he arrived safely back at camp. But to keep things sort of cannon until I dive off on my own, Bellamy did still sleep with Raven.
Enough of me, start reading!
She'd failed. She couldn't save the girl, a girl too young for war. Why would these people send their children into the battlefield? So many questions, yet so little answers; she doubted she'd ever know the truth. Anya was still here, studying her. Were they going to kill her? If so, she wished they'd go ahead and be done with it. She couldn't stand the uncertainty, the waiting for someone else to determine her fate. The silence was becoming too much.
"Will I be able to go back, to see them? My friends…" she trailed off.
"You have to understand that we cannot allow that."
"I thought so," Clarke turned to face her. "So, what... I'm your prisoner? Why do you need me? I couldn't save her," she gestured to the empty spot where the girl that had been injured in the bombing had died.
"No," Anya agreed. "But you tried. You have knowledge that none of my people do. We need that for the upcoming war."
"There doesn't need to be a war," Clarke begged, her voice cracking. "You can stop this."
"No, I can't. My superiors have already decided on the matter. We attack in a week."
There was nothing she could say to change her mind. Clarke saw this and demanded to be left alone. Only after Anya left did she allow herself to cry. She would never get to see her friends again. Her mother was dead, up in space, all alone, thinking that she hated her. The thought brought comfort and pain. Comfort that at least her mother wouldn't have to worry about her, wouldn't suffer at the thought of her being dead, and pain that she died thinking Clarke hated her. They had been working things out until the connection to the Ark had been separated, but they'd still needed more time to talk. That's all anyone needed really, more time.
She knew that the others would search for her, but she also knew that they wouldn't find her. Even if they somehow managed to find where she was being held, they'd never make it in the door, not with all the guards outside. There was a selfish part of her that wanted them to search for her, to not give up, but a much bigger part of her, the part that wanted to others to survive, wanted them to be smart. She was a lost cause. She knew it, and she could only hope they would come to know it too. They needed to be focused on survival, not her.
She had no doubt that Finn would look for her for as long as it took. That was the recklessness that she was hoping Bellamy would be able to stop. He was a smart leader. He knew that there would come a time when they'd have to stop searching and focus on their own survival. The winter was coming; they couldn't afford to be distracted.
She allowed herself to wallow in her misery a little while longer before angrily brushing the tears off her face with the back of her hand. She couldn't afford to be weak here. If she wanted to survive, she had to be strong. She had to focus on herself. She had to believe that Bellamy could lead the others to safety in this war.
Because if she didn't, then she'd lose all hope. And losing hope meant losing herself.
It's been a week since she was kidnapped. A week since he'd slept with Raven. A week since they'd found Myles, shot up with arrows and bleeding out. It's been six days since Murphy had killed the boy. Six days since Murphy had just about hung him in the lower level of the drop ship. Six days since he had decided to start the search for Clarke.
Murphy had been right. That wasn't something he would ever had imagined saying, but it was true. He had been a coward. He'd have rather stayed behind his wall with his gun and hope that she was alive, then go out and find that she wasn't. It took Jasper of all people to make him realize that he was wrong. They don't abandon their own.
Six days the remaining members of the hundred had been searching for her and there was still no sign of Clarke, but no one was willing to give up on her. Not Finn, Jasper, Octavia, Monty, or Raven. Not even him.
It was dark when they returned from the sixth day of searching, once again, empty handed. He was frustrated. The grounders weren't stupid, he'd give them that. She could be anywhere by now. Just the thought was enough to make him wanna ram his fist into something. Instead, he had a camp to run. He spotted Miller heading towards the wall.
"Miller," he called the boy over. "Any sign of grounders here?"
"Nope, ever since the kidnapping they've been quiet."
"It won't last forever. They're just bidding their time," he warned him and was pleased to a frightened look cross his face. Fear was good. Fear kept them working. "Keep an eye out."
"Sure thing." Seeing this as a dismissal, Miller continued on his way to take over his shift on the wall.
Bellamy was headed towards the drop ship to check up on Jasper and Raven as they worked on getting more gunpowder when it happened. A load boom shook the earth. Several people let of a shocked scream while just about everyone reached up to cover their ears.
He knew that sound. Something was entering the earth's atmosphere. Sure enough, when he looked up at the sky he was proven right. But it wasn't a drop ship. It was too big. No, this was the Ark. More loud booms filled the air and they all watched as the Ark split apart. Some of the kids that still had family up there and had been praying for them to be alright broke down crying. He saw Miller and Monroe out of the corner of his eye trying to keep people calm. It didn't seem to be helping any, but it was all they could do at the moment.
"What the hell?"
He turned to see Raven looking up at the sky, a hand shielding her eyes from the bright explosions as the Ark crashed into the ground.
"What could have caused this?" she asked.
He didn't have an answer and she wasn't expecting one. He had a feeling that something had just changed. For the better or worse was anyone's guess.
So, yeah. That's it. Let me know what you all think!