The 100
By: TracyCook
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of Glee and The Vampire Diaries (Unfortunately).
Author's Note : This fic is based off of the plot of the new show The 100 (which I am madly in love with), a lot of aspects will be very different, but the main plot will be about the same. There will be no vampires and I will TRY and keep everyone in character to the best of my ability, but there will be some huge differences.
Warning : Smut, morbidity, and death (not to any of the main characters)
Couple: Quinn/Rachel, Bonnie/Damon, Rebekah/Caroline
Rating: M
The 100
'I'm Waking Up, To Ash And Dust,
I Wipe My Brow And I Sweat My Rust, I'm Breathing In The Chemicals.'
Fingers danced along the floor of the cell that was imprisoning her, leaving traces of white behind on the surface. She could only use her imagination to depict what she thought the planet Earth looked like. It was her favorite thing to draw. The planet held such mystery to her, such intrigue, such loss, she couldn't help but wonder where she had come from. What life was like before the Ark. She wondered what their food was like. 'Probably a lot better than the tubes of food they feed us...' She wondered what it was like to live in a city as apposed to a crowded room shared by many on a space ship that was too small for the population aboard.
Most of all, she wondered what it was like to have free-will.
She spent a lot of her time studying the people of the past. Reading up on their History, looking at pictures of the buildings they had built and the food that they had eaten, but what intrigued her most was the politics.
On the planet Earth people had often complained about a lot of things. They were always trying to better their planet and the way that people saw things, but such simplistic things that they possessed as a civilization, she envied. She envied their freedom the most.
Their ancestors were not limited to only having one child, to only using so much of the water, to only eating so much food. They were not regulated on a daily basis and watched carefully to make sure that they were not disobeying. And in their world, if they were to break the law they would not be immediately put to death. They would have a fair trial. And depending on how severe the crime then they would be punished accordingly.
The Ark played by very different rules.
There was not enough room for everyone, so if you broke the law once then you were to be floated. A process of extermination in which they open the doors and launch your body out into space. You die quickly due to lack of Oxygen, and it is undoubtedly a painful experience.
That experience was to be one she would endure in the very near future.
Quinn Fabray was to be executed within the hour. For rebelling against the head of the Ark. She had lashed out at her and tried to attack her, but she had her reasons. They had killed her father. The Chancellor and her daughter, a girl that Quinn had once considered her best friend, Bonnie Bennett, had killed her father and she was mad. Of course she was mad. She lashed out, like any teenager would, and yet that warranted her arrest.
Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth she finished the building that she was working on and she smiled proudly. Then her hazel eyes widened and her ears perked up as she heard footsteps outside of her cell.
She turned and watched as the mechanical doors opened and three men clad in protective gear with guns walked into her cell. She had no plans of fighting back, but any thought of it was erased as a gun was placed to her head and two of them gripped her arms firmly and started to drag her out of the cell. 'Not that being shot would be any more painful than being floated...'
Standing outside her door was her mother, Judy Fabray.
Her eyes shimmered with tears and the lines written in her face told Quinn just how worried she was about her. She was terrified. She was broken. She had already lost her husband, now she was losing her daughter. She had nothing left.
Judy rushed toward her daughter and gently cupped her cheeks in her hands, tears now falling down her face. She could see how scared Quinn was and it devastated her. She just needed to give her a little hope, give them both a little hope. That was why she had suggested that they send the prisoners to Earth in the first place, with the hope that they could survive.
"You aren't going to be floated, Quinn." She told her, stroking the blonde hair out of her eyes and smiling at her. "They are sending you to Earth."
"To earth?" She asked, her voice breaking due to the emotions she was feeling. "What do you mean?"
"Look, I don't have time to explain sweetie." Judy said as the guards attempted to push past her. She knew that they were growing frustrated with her and if she did not move, she too would be arrested. "Just please survive?"
Quinn couldn't believe what her mother was asking of her. She was asking her to survive in a world that had been destroyed by a nuclear war. A world that could be so dangerous that upon landing they would be killed by the radiation. But, it was a chance for her to live. So, she accepted her request with a small nod, "Okay..."
"I have faith in you, Quinn." Her smile was deceived by her tears as she lent forward and kissed the young woman's forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too, mom." Her voice was barely audible and tears were now falling down her cheeks as the men dragged her away from her mother. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that it was going to be the last time she ever saw her. Regardless of how terrible the situation, she could not deny the small spark of excitement that was building inside of her.
She was going to Earth.
She was going to see the beautiful cities that she had studied. She was going to learn more of their past. She was going to stay alive.
Unbeknownst to Quinn there was another person waiting outside of her prison cell. Green eyes were watching her closely as the guards dragged her down the corridor. Bonnie Bennett was watching the woman she still believed to be her best friend, despite everything that had happened, being dragged to her execution. Bonnie did not believe in the beauty of Earth that everyone else seemed to believe in. She believed that the Ark existed for a reason, and that reason was because the Earth was dangerous.
She didn't think that any of the prisoners going down to the planet were going to return, but she wasn't going to let Quinn go by herself. Especially when she felt so responsible for everything that had happened.
Bonnie needed Quinn to know the truth.
She needed to know that she was safe.
Clenching her jaw she watched the blonde closely. She knew what she was going to do was going to get her arrested. That was what she wanted. 'Grams is going to kill me!' With that, Bonnie ran toward the guards and jumped on one of their backs in an attempt to pull him off of Quinn. The man easily tossed her over his shoulder and slammed her down hard onto the ground. She hissed out in pain as it shot through her spine and then she felt hands gripping her arms firmly and pulling her to her feet.
"I don't care if you are the Chancellor's granddaughter. Attacking an officer is a federal offense. You are coming with us."
She did not struggle. She had intended to get caught. Instead she lent back into him and allowed him to drag her down the corridor with Quinn.
Bonnie attempted to catch her friend's eyes, but she refused to look at her.
'I'm Breaking In, Shaping Up, Then Checking Out On The Prison Bus.
This Is It, The Apocalypse.'
"They found out about you, Rachel." Damon stated with a furrowed brow and worry in his blue eyes as he internally tried to come up with a plan. He knew that the guards were on the way to his room and that there was no way for his little sister to escape. "You have to hide."
"What is the point of hiding?" She was so tired of hiding, she had spent her entire life living under the floorboards and she just wanted to live. 'Or die it seems.' Either way, she would finally be free.
"What's the point?" His voice held sarcasm and frustration. He hated how defeated she sounded.
"Yes, what is the point? They are already aware of my existence and they will search endlessly for me. No matter how well I hide, eventually they will find me, and then you will be executed as well for attempting to hide me. It is a federal offence to hide a fugitive." She added pointedly. Rachel knew that her brother did not care about his own safety. He was always committing crimes, and numerous times he had been close to being caught and floated, but he continued to act recklessly. But, she did care about his safety. She would die if it meant he would be safe.
"I'm not scared of them." Damon insisted playfully. He loved playing with the line of good and evil.
"I know, but you should be." Sometimes it was strange for Rachel. She was his younger sister and she had practically been raised like an animal, hidden away from society, yet, she was often more mature than he was. "These people are not just playing around, they will kill you."
"And they will kill you if you don't hide, Rachel!" He exclaimed, still keeping his voice a whisper as his eyes widened dramatically. He got so frustrated with how stubborn his sister could be. When she wanted to do something, she wouldn't stop. But, this was not a game and she needed to stop fighting him. "They are going to take you from me and send you out into space, and I'm supposed to what? Just let them!?"
"Yes." Large brown eyes filled with tears that she instantly held back. "I'm tired of hiding, Damon. I live my life under the floors, no one knows I am here, what kind of life is that?"
"The kind where you are breathing." He growled. He wasn't going to let her get caught, he would physically pick her up and hide her himself if he had to.
"I don't want to live this way any longer." Rachel's brows knit together and she reached out placing a hand on his arm, looking him directly in the eyes. "I am giving myself away to them, whether you like it or not."
"So I'm supposed to just sit back and watch as they take my sister away because of some stupid rule they created about every family only having one child?" He emphasized angrily on the word stupid, his body was now shaking. There wasn't much in the world that Damon Salvatore loved, but his sister was one of the things he loved. She was the only thing he loved. "I mean, how ridiculous is that rule anyway!? I get it that they have to control the population and all, but launching hundreds of babies into space is just disgusting!"
"We both know that they needed to control the population somehow. If they wouldn't have limited the amount of children each family could have then we would have ran out of resources years ago and everyone would be dead."
Rachel's nonchalance astounded him. He had never known his sister to be someone to give up. He had always known her to be the type of person who believed that she could eventually get out of hiding and make something of herself. Years under the floor had changed her into someone he barely recognized and he hated it. He hated the Chancellor and her rules.
Damon laughed and shook his head. "You sound so ready to die."
"I am."
Without warning, Rachel launched herself out of the hiding place and gripped the edges of the floor, dragging herself up into the room like she had done a million times before. Damon didn't even have a chance to react by the time he heard the guards' footsteps as they entered the room. Hastily, he climbed out of the hiding place and ran to his sister, but he was too late. The guards were standing around them with their guns aimed at her, Rachel had her chin held high like she was proud of being who she was. Proud of being an abomination.
Now was his chance. He could either die with her, or lie and save himself.
The guards rushed to Rachel and they quickly took her arms. They were not as gentle as they were with some other criminals, criminals who did not deserve it, but Rachel deserved to die. She had been hiding for so long and her entire existence was breaking a law.
Damon's brow was furrowed and he was conflicted. He didn't know if there was anything he could do to save his sister, but he knew that he had to try. He was selfish, but he could never be that selfish. "Wait!"
The men stopped, but they did not turn to face him. "We have no time for this."
"If you are going to take her then take me too!" He told them with a half smirk, watching as they turned to look at him now. They appeared intrigued. Not many people offered to sacrifice themselves and they could always use more room on the Ark. "I've been hiding her all her life, that has to be some kind of crime right?" Damon asked with a playful waggle of his brow. His sister looked completely mortified.
He didn't care. 'If she can risk her life, so can I!'
"Damon, no!" Rachel was so scared that he was going to do something stupid like this, and she hated him in that moment. She wanted to die, but she didn't want him to die. He deserved to live a long life. "Don't listen to him! He is only telling you this in order to protect me."
They exchanged a few looks and then they were about to turn and leave him behind when he took a step toward them. One of the men who wasn't holding onto Rachel lifted his gun and aimed it directly at him, warning him not to take another step toward them. Damon had a grin on his face and a glimmer of mischief behind his blue eyes that said that he was not above killing them to save his sister.
"Don't make me commit another crime." He teased, taking a few steps toward the man and resting his head against the barrel of his gun. Damon did not look scared in the slightest.
"Stand down."
"Take. Me. Too."
'I'm Waking Up,
I Feel It In My Bones, Enough To Make My Systems Blow.'
"Use the fire spell, use the fire spell!" Caroline shouted into her headset as she clacked away vigorously on her keyboard. Her blonde curls were splayed all over her face and she was rocking back and forth as she clicked the necessary buttons to attack the creatures who were attacking her friend. "There is another one right behind you, Stef! Oh god, look out! Look out! He's going to..." Her voice trailed off into the mic and she glanced over at the woman who was sitting beside her.
Rebekah saw the look of complete horror written across her best friend's face and she laughed a little. Caroline always got too carried away with her video games. Yes, she too loved them, but she did not take them nearly as seriously as the other blonde.
Caroline glanced back at the screen as her character was ultimately killed, then looked back at the British woman and scoffed. "Seriously? I told him-I said-he knew-" She couldn't finish her sentence.
"A little buzz to ease the pain, sweetheart?" She asked, lifting up the joint that they had been sharing prior to the other woman getting lost in her game.
"Pot doesn't fix everything." She reprimanded, still taking the joint and puffing on it despite her own words.
"Pot doesn't fix anything." Rebekah pointed out, her accent thick as she lent forward and inhaled the smoke that Caroline exhaled. Their lips were very close and Caroline could feel her heart start to race as she looked down at full lips. For years now she had a crush on her best friend and she had never been able to come to terms with it. She liked guys too, so she just tried to convince herself that it was just because they were so close emotionally. But, when Rebekah was this close to her, when her lips were so close to hers, she forgot her reasoning.
'God, why does she have to have such perfectly kissable lips damn it! I hate how plump and delectable they are! Fuck I just want to kiss her so bad, oh god, she's looking at you Caroline, pay attention!'
Blue eyes shot up and caught blue and she offered her a shy smile.
Rebekah had noticed the looks a few times before and she knew that her friend thought of her on a different level than mere friendship, she enjoyed teasing her, but she didn't know if she wanted to push the boundaries. She didn't want to ruin what they had. So many friendships were ruined by adding romance to the mix. "But, it does make the shoddy things far more bearable."
An abrupt banging noise outside of their room caused both girls to jump and start to freak out. Their paranoia heightened by the drugs.
"Did you hide the stuff?" Caroline asked quickly, her eyes wide as she turned to stare at the door. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest. She couldn't even blink as she waited for the inevitable. On the Ark, it was illegal to indulge in drugs for any other reason than medical reasons, and those who were caught doing so were to be floated.
"I believe so." Rebekah stated as she urgently looked to make sure everything was hidden, then she returned to the other blonde and noticed that she was still holding the joint up for the world to see. "Aside from what you are holding, hurry Caroline, hide it!"
She stared down at the joint in her hand and she let out a frantic yelp, throwing it under her computer desk and smashing it with her foot so that no one would see the smoke. She tried to twist it into the ground so that it would no longer be recognizable, but she didn't have enough time to fully destroy the evidence as a few men entered their bedroom with guns in hand.
Both women stood to their feet, Caroline placing her hands on the computer desk and intentionally standing in front of the evidence. Her back to the computer as she looked over at the men. She tried to feign innocence, but it was difficult to do when the entire room smelled of pot.
"You are aware that drug use for any means aside from health related issues is a federal offence, correct?" The man asked.
"We are aware." Rebekah stated, her tone nearly sarcastic as she crossed her arms. She could not tolerate being treated like she was stupid. They knew the rules of the Ark. They had been recited to them every day of their life and at this point everyone had them memorized.
Caroline gave her a look that said 'Shut up!'
She chose to ignore the look, taking a step toward the guards and raising her hands. "As you can see." She paused and looked around the room, "No drugs here."
'What the HELL is she doing!? This better be some plan to distract them, because if not, she is being so stupid! They are going to catch us and kill us!' The gamer thought as she watched the men and waited to see what they chose to do.
"So, you won't mind if we take a look around?" The man asked.
"Have at it!" Rebekah's full lips twisted up playfully.
They dispersed around the room and started to search it top to bottom, looking in their closet, under their bed, inside of their pillows, everywhere. Until finally one of the men headed toward the computer desk. Caroline's hands were holding onto the edge of the desk so tight, her knuckles white, her heart hammering in her ears, as the man took a few steps toward her with his gun in hand. "Move out of the way, miss."
"There's nothing here!" She insisted with a dimpled grin. "Just my computer and a whole bunch of high-techy nerd stuff you wouldn't understand."
"Move." He repeated. "Or I will arrest you for disobeying an officer."
At this point it didn't matter. She could continue to stop him from finding the drugs and then be executed, or she could let him find the drugs and then be executed. Either way, her life was over. So was Rebekah's. She glanced over at the blonde Brit and she offered her a sad smile as she moved away from the desk and allowed the man to search it. She felt like she had let her down. She should have hid the joint better.
"I have found traces of Marijuana." He called to the other officers. "Obviously stolen from the infirmary."
He stood to his feet and lifted what was left of the crushed joint, staring the girls down. There was a small glimpse of humanity on his face as he realized that they were going to die for this. But, he quickly erased that humanity. If he held sympathy for a criminal than he too would die. "Search the rest of the room." He stared Caroline and Rebekah down. "You two are coming with me."
'Welcome To The New Age, To The New Age.'
Quinn let out a groan as she was jabbed in the back with the barrel of a gun. She was being pushed violently through the corridor with a group of prisoners. She wondered if they were also aware that they were going to Earth and not being floated. She wondered what they were in for. Some of them looked like they were violent and others looked like they were victims of the society they lived in, victims like herself.
She could see the people toward the front of the line who were being pushed into one of the shuttles and buckled in.
'They are using that shuttle... But, that's the last one we have, they were saving it.' The blonde realized in that moment that they were saving it for the expedition to Earth and now she was being sent on that expedition. She and at least one hundred other prisoners would be searching the planet to see what was left of it after the war. 'They are trusting a group of prisoners to save them?' It sounded absurd to her.
As she was pushed by the guard again, she accidentally ran into the girl standing beside her. She glanced up and hazel eyes connected with brown. The girl looked angry, and it made sense considering the circumstances. Quinn couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was though as she returned to her line and continued walking.
The girl had long dark hair, dark eyes, and naturally tan skin. She was wearing a black v-neck t-shirt that was far too big for her petite frame. It looked to belong to a man. 'Probably her boyfriend...' Quinn couldn't explain it, but the thought of the beautiful girl having a boyfriend caused her jealousy to flare up. She was a very jealous person. She couldn't help it. No matter how irrational it was. She didn't even know the girl, she'd never seen her before. 'Which is sort of strange, I know of everyone on the Ark...'
Quinn flashed the girl a small reassuring smile, but she received no smile in return.
She was a little disappointed that she didn't smile back at her, but she assumed it had something to do with the fact that the girl thought she was about to die. And whoever the man standing behind her was, was going to die as well. He obviously was close to her, because he was holding tightly onto her hand and he was wearing a matching shirt. 'That must be her boyfriend?' Her stomach twisted again and she pushed away the anger as she looked him over. He was a very handsome man, with pale skin and piercing blue eyes. 'Both her and her boyfriend are sentenced to be floated... Wow, no wonder she is so mad.'
"Lift your hand." The man behind her said, jabbing her out of her thoughts by poking her in the back with his gun.
She clenched her jaw in frustration and lifted her hand so that the people in front of the shuttle could clasp a wristband on her arm. It was not a simple procedure though. They had to screw bolts through her skin and into her veins so that it would be impossible for her to remove the band. The process was excruciatingly painful.
"What's this for?" Quinn asked, with a raise of her brow.
"This is so that we can check your vitals." He explained. "If you all die then we will know not to return."
"That's reassuring." She replied as they pushed her onto the shuttle and started to buckle her into her seat. She could see the beautiful girl who had caught her eyes sitting across from her with her boyfriend. Both of them were chatting away and they seemed very confused about what was going on.
Hazel eyes landed on the next woman who was pushed into the Ark. She couldn't believe her eyes. Bonnie Bennett was the Chancellor's granddaughter, there was no way that she would allow them to send her to Earth. She felt a pang of guilt when she thought to herself that the other woman deserved it for what she had done to her father. Quinn hated feeling that way about someone that she had been best friends with. She and Bonnie had spent their entire childhood together, but she couldn't make the anger go away.
'I Raise My Flags, Don My Clothes,
It's A Revolution, I Suppose. We'll Paint It Red, To Fit Right In.'
"Quinn..." Bonnie spoke softly. They had been launched from the Ark at least an hour ago and they were traveling through space and neither of them had said anything yet. She couldn't handle the silence. She couldn't handle what had happened to their friendship. It was killing her. She missed her.
"Don't talk to me." Quinn growled. Her body starting to shake as she heard the other woman's voice.
She lent forward and looked over at her, catching hazel eyes with green and visibly pleading with her to understand. "Please, you need to hear me out. I never meant to hurt you, Quinn. You are my best friend, and I would never intentionally do anything to hurt you. Everything I did was to help you."
Quinn shook her head and laughed under her breath. She could not believe that Bonnie was attempting to defend her actions. Tears were now threatening to spill from her eyes, but she held them back. She never wanted to show anyone how truly vulnerable she was. "Right. You had my dad floated to help me?" She laughed some more.
"Quinn..." She whispered. More than anything she wanted to tell her the truth, but she was saving her by keeping it hidden. The other woman would be in more pain if she knew the truth.
"What's the granddaughter of the Chancellor doing here anyway?" A voice she recognized asked from across the shuttle. She knew who it was before she even looked. It was Damon Salvatore, a known criminal on the Ark, though he had never been caught before. 'I guess until now...' Bonnie and him had exchanged some flirtatious banter here and there, but ultimately they hated each other. They were two very different people and they could never date each other. Not with her being the granddaughter of the Chancellor and him being a known troublemaker.
Bonnie glanced over at him with eyes that could kill. Why she was there was none of his business.
Damon's eyes connected with Bonnie's and his lips twisted up into a half smirk. He had always thought that she was one of the most beautiful women on the Ark. Her dark flawless skin was beautiful, her green eyes were captivating, and her full lips were very inviting. 'If only she'd get that stick out of her ass.' He thought. "Don't they have some kind of special treatment for someone like you?" His eyes widened playfully as he said the word you.
"Probably." She admitted with a shrug. "But, my Grams doesn't know I'm here."
"Ooh." He sang. "Quite the rebellious little privileged one." Damon waggled his brow at her and she rolled her eyes in response.
"I came to protect someone that I love." Bonnie deflected his playfulness. She could practically feel Quinn stiffen beside her, knowing that she was talking about her.
Damon cast his eyes down at the woman sitting beside him. He had gotten himself arrested to protect someone he loved as well, so he could understand and respect Bonnie for what she had done. Though, if he remembered correctly it was her fault that Quinn was arrested in the first place.
"Something it looks like you know a thing or two about." She added.
He returned his eyes to the woman and his jaw tightened. The last thing he wanted was to be compared to her. His situation was different than hers. He had been raising his sister and hiding her from the world all his life because of her grandmother's rules. He was all that Rachel had. "Let's not try to relate our situations."
Bonnie opened her mouth in order to respond, but was silenced as the entire shuttle started to shake violently. They were breaking through the Earth's atmosphere and they were heading toward the ground at unbearable speeds. She was suddenly struck with the realization that the landing might kill them all. She gripped onto her seat for dear life praying that they would all make it through the crash alive. Her eyes were shut tight, for some reason it made everything easier.
All that she saw was darkness as they crashed into the Earth.
'Welcome To The New Age.'
Author's Note :
This is a new fic based on the show The 100 (which is a wonderful show that everyone should watch :) haha or not) Anyhow, I know that these characters are very different from their original shows, but I am still trying to keep them in character! There should be about an even amount of all the ships, but probably it will be heavy on the Faberry side! Still, I hope y'all enjoy it! Please do tell me what you think and if y'all want me to continue with this idea! I know it's a bit out there haha.
What do you think will happen now that they are on earth? What will happen with Quinn and Rachel when she finds out Rachel and Damon are brother and sister? Which ship are you enjoying most so far? Oh, and what about survival? There will be deaths and injuries along the way!
Thank you all so much for reading! I love you all so much!
-Tracy Cook-