So, this came to mind the second Roan's face appeared on screen. I squealed like a little schoolgirl; Captain Charles Vane on The 100!

Anyways, It was supposed to be a one shot, but I split it. It's still not gonna be long, maybe a 5 shot?

Disclaimer: I, obviously, own nothing from The 100.

Hope you enjoy!

~ The darker the night, the brighter the stars. ~

Vivian just wanted some time alone. Away from all the ruckus in camp, from all the panic and worry, from the whispers of grounders and mountain men – whatever the hell those were. They were told to stay put until remaining Council members figured what their next move should be. But she wanted to explore the ground; she deserved it! After all, she just survived crash landing to Earth on one of the stations. She needed a break from rules and prohibitions.

She was not stupid, she realized it was dangerous for her to wander aimlessly trough the forest. She gathered it was something that was supposed to scare her half to death. But it was just so breathtaking, so full of color and life. Everything on the Ark was some different shade of gray or some other washed up color, worn from the countless years of usage. She'd never seen a shade so green like the leaves and the grass, nor had she ever dreamt of ever being able to witness it.

It was surreal.

She felt like the heroin in one of the novels she spent most of her days on the Ark reading. It was her adventure! Her time to finally start living. She was not going to waste another minute following someone else's orders, especially since no one really knew what they were doing or who they were up against. She was unaware of the cool pair of eyes following her though the foliage.

He watched her as she trampled all over the forest and came to one conclusion: the sky people were a loud bunch; they'd be dead before the next full moon. But it was nice seeing them eye every rock and leaf with such awe, like they held some curious answers to long forgotten questions.

But this girl was particularly interesting. Humming a song he didn't know, she was touching everything she passed by: tree trunks, leaves, flowers, dirt. Her hair was cut randomly in front, covering her forehead and he couldn't help but wonder if it meant something, if it was that way for any peculiar reason or just for show. It marveled him how she could be so unaware of his presence; he was almost breathing down her neck. He could extent one arm, blade in hand, and slice her pretty head right off her shoulders. But all she did was jump around with glee at passing butterflies. What was wrong with her? Did she have a death wish?

But she was not his problem, so he turned the way he came. Roan had what he came for: information – the sky people were definitely not a threat; they were likely to get themselves killed during the month. Even if some survived, with their numbers diminished they stood no chance against the Commander's armies. He came to a halt when he considered the direction the girl was heading: the lake. She was no that stupid, was she?

At the edge of the forest Vivian was marveling at the way the sun caught on the surface of the water, her mouth agape. It was beautiful, a vibrant shade of blue – almost purple. It was shining like billions of tiny diamonds and glistering like nothing she'd ever seen before. She only wished she knew how to swim; she'd dive right in. Instead she picked a rock and threw it in the water. It made ripples and she giggled like the silly girl she was, watching the surface of the lake settle. She couched to touch the liquid and was brutally pulled back, pain striking in her left shoulder.

Air caught in her lungs as she hit the hard ground. Her head hurt, but she didn't feel any blood when she massaged the spot that hit the rocks. Panic came only after she made sure she wasn't too hurt. Her eyes fell on the man before her. The first thing she noticed about him was all the dirt. If he wanted to bathe first he was her guest. The next thing she thought was he probably was the big bad wolf from stories and she should make a run for it. Not that she thought she could outrun him, or anyone else for that matter, but complacently lying there, waiting to get killed didn't sound so good either.

Roan almost growled at her. She was apparently very stupid. Didn't she know water was not supposed to look like that? He tore a branch off a nearby shrub and internally smiled when she jumped back a little at his sudden movement. She was scared of him. Good, she wasn't entirely witless. He lowered the branch in the water and it sizzled after a moment. When he pulled it out, the end that submerged was completely gone, melted in the poison. The girl's face was priceless, her mouth opening and closing like a fish's. Whatever. He threw the branch to the side and made his way to leave. He had better things to do than watch over this ridiculous girl.

"Ah, thank you."

She cursed herself the second she uttered the words. He was leaving. Why risk him coming back? Because he saved her when he had no reason to, when he had no clue who she was and owed her nothing. She saw him turn his head and look at her for a moment. She was surprised when he gave her a curt nod before entering the tree line and disappearing from her sight. So he understood the language. That, or he just assumed she thanked him. That was the civil thing to do, after all. He looked anything but civil, though.

Vivian stood on the beach for a few more minutes. The forest scared her a little now. It should have done that from the start, she realized that a little too late. But her friend was going to organize an entire search party is she didn't back soon. She brushed her bangs into place and dusted herself before entering the forest and making her way back to camp.

It took her longer than she expected, but every damn tree looked the same. She was sure she wouldn't have found it if the noise didn't sound so loud and clear. People were shouting orders, so she just followed the voices. Sneaking in the same way she got out, tough a small gap in a wall, Vivian saw her people roaming around, carrying guns with them. She sighed loudly. Her hope that things would change once they got on the ground diminished with every passing guard. Nothing was going to change; things were to stay as they'd been on the Ark, especially if Kane became Chancellor.

"Hey, Vi. Where the hell were you?"

"Around." Her sister from another mister came and latched her arm around hers.

"Ever the cryptic, I see. Come. I took a room for us to share."

Vivian and Chloe had been friends for longer than she could remember, both orphaned young, parents floated for reasons no one really remembered. The girls hated life on the Ark. When word came out about the 100 and their survival on the ground, they were ecstatic. Now, it seemed it had been for naught: armed guards still threatened the outspoken, orders were still barked by men in power and it was still expected of them to obey as the brainless sheep they were. Vivian guessed they deserved their fate, to some degree. She wondered if the grounders were the same, if they had some kind of system for ruling, if they had order and laws?

"Want to tell me where your head's at?" Her eyes lifted to her friend. Concern was evident on her angelic features. Should she tell her about the man? There was no reason not to, but she didn't want her to get mad that she hadn't taken her along. Though she would have been madder at he part where water almost killed her. So Vivian spoke of the next thing on her mind.

"It just feels like were still on the Ark…"

"I know… Maybe it'll get better. I heard Abby went against Kane."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, her daughter is missing along with the remaining delinquents and she sent the Blake boy and some others to search for them. Against Kane's wishes." Neither girl liked Clarke. Not because she had been privileged in any way. Her father had been floated and she was imprisoned even if her parents had been good friends with the Chancellor. But she had that stuck up bitch face. Vivian remembered her at a party once ruining everyone's fun by calling the guards. Apparently there had been too many drinks or something. Bitch!

Still, Abby seemed like a more reasonable leader. Not the best, but at least they weren't facing punishment by death with her in charge.

"Do they know what happened to Clarke and the others?"

"Where were you? How come you didn't hear any of this?" Chloe narrowed her eyes as if it allowed her access in her friend's mind. "Ugh, no matter. They were attacked by grounders. Can you believe it? We've been suffering up there while life was possible down here. You'd think they'd monitor Earth better…"

"Attacked?"

"Yes. There was some feud with the people here. They don't know much… But scary, isn't it? These grounders sound so savage and merciless."

"Savage, yeah." Vivian couldn't help but think of the man that saved her. And while he was clearly no gentleman, savage was not a word she'd use to describe him either. Sure, he was covered in mud and he pushed her rather forcefully, bruises already forming on her tender skin. But he did save her worthless life and demanded nothing in return. Was he part of some other group? Had the dispute settle once the remaining 100 were taken, thus leaving no quarrel with the new arrivals? There was always the possibility that he was just a nice person. As her people varied in levels of goodness, the same levels were to be applied to all people, no matter how savage.

She fell asleep replaying the day's adventures in her head. From the bumpy ride to Earth, to her near 'death by melting in a lake' experience and being saved by her dashing hero, Vivian thought it had been a good day. She was alive, despite the countless dangers that seemed to lurk at every corner. Excited to find out what tomorrow brought, she fell in a dreamless sleep.

On the other side of the forest, Roan was angry. What spirit had messed with his mind to save the damn girl? She was the enemy! She was an invader; her people killed the Commander's own with giant balls of fire from the skies. The only reason to pull her out of harm's way should have been to end her life with his own two hands. And while she did no harm to him directly, there was no sane motive to show her kindness. He was not kind, he was a killer! He was the heir of the ice nation, banished or not! His plans should concentrate on restoring what he lost, not taking care of air-headed girls.

He let out an exasperated breath. All the time away from his people was wearing him off. He misses being around his men, fighting along them, training with them. That didn't really explain why he saved the damn sky girl, but he brushed any thought of her away. She was meaningless; she was going to get herself killed come morning. If she hadn't already done just that. Most likely she hadn't even made her way back to her little camp.

Stupid sky people!

They had no idea what they got themselves into. Between the Commander, the mountain men and Mother Nature, they were already dead men. They should have remained up there! The ground was no place for weaklings.

As he laid his head down on the makeshift cot, he stared at the cave's ceiling. His anger had been replaced by curiosity. What had made the sky people leave the safety of the stars? The dangers up there couldn't have been as bad as the ones down on the ground; their lack of strength showed that they were not used to hardship. The idea of asking the brown eyed girl crossed his mind and he almost laughed out loud.

How could one ask anything of the dead?

I think he might be a little OOC... is he?

Let me know what you think *kisses*