Waking Up

A distorted voice was the first thing that she could hear, it getting clearer and clearer as the effects of Cryosleep wore off.

"People, you have been in cryo for five years, nine months and twenty two days. You will be hungry, you will be weak. If you feel nausea, please use the sacks provided for your convenience. The staff thanks you in advance."

Clarke was finally able to open her eyes, they immediately being drawn to the voice of the person. Unstrapping herself, she instantly floated out of the cryo chamber, a smile breaking out on her face at the weightless feeling she gets. The man, who was the med tec, floated his way to her, checking her vital signs.

"Are we there?" was the words that came out of her mouth, the words sounding strained and hoarse from lack of use. The med tech chuckled, his head nodding as he spoke his reply. "Oh yeah, Sunshine. We're there."

Ignoring the nickname he gave her, Clarke pushed off from the chamber and made her way to the lockers. She never thought that she'd be here, this was not her scene at all, she wasn't the science-y type. Yet here she was, far away from her home planet playing the role of scientist. She shook her head as memories flooded her mind, now not being the time to think about what set her on this path.

Grabbing her belongings from the locker, she placed her backpack on herself, making sure to grab the packs of food out of her bag. She was definitely not a fan of astronaut food but being asleep for so long makes a person beyond starving.

She sighed as she opened the pack. 'Just get it out the way. Faster I eat the sooner it's gone.' That thought did nothing to help with the taste. Nearly gagging as soon as it touched her tongue, she clenched her fists and swallowed it, a face of disgust remained on her face as she crunched up the now empty package. 'The things I do for science' Rolling her eyes as she reminds herself that there were more reasons for why she took this job.

~Flashback~

Clarke lost count of how many times she had sighed in the past minute from boredom. This wasn't the person she was meant to be. She was supposed to be with her team, fighting for her country. Instead she was in the hospital, permanently stuck seated in a wheelchair, thinking about the what ifs. It wasn't like she couldn't get fixed, she could, the doctor even suggested it, but unfortunately it was way out of her price range. The doctor even knew it yet he still suggested. It felt like he was rubbing it in how she could never afford something like that, that her life was truly fucked.

A knock broke through her depressing thoughts, her eyes glancing to the door. Two sharply dressed gentlemen walked in, their eyes landing on her. Clarke knew she looked a mess. Her hair was so dirty and greasy that it looked like a freaking birds nest, as if she cared though, she had her reasons for being this way.

"Clarke Griffin?" The older of the two questioned. Clarke acknowledged him, her baby blue eyes looking at him in disinterest before turning back towards looking out of the window. She didn't need to confirm, her name plaque was beside the door, letting them and everyone know who occupied the room.

The older guy cleared his throat at the awkward silence, his hand gesturing for the younger man to continue where he left off. "Miss Griffin, me and my partner are sorry to inform you but we're afraid that your sister was killed." Now that got her attention. Her saddened blue eyes snapped to his. He took it as a cue for him to continue. "Your sister was heroic, she attempted to stop a robbery, but unfortunately she was too late to realize the gun the robber had. I'm sorry Miss Griffin." There was no sincerity in his words, as if he just wanted to get this out of the way, it wasn't that important to him. His actions aggravated Clarke. Her and her sister might of lost contact but it did not mean she didn't care, she loved her, now this was just another thing to add to the list of all the things that have gone wrong in her life.

"Elyza did a lot of phenomenal work, the most groundbreaking is the Avatar program. It took a lot of time, time that we no longer can afford, if we did then we wouldn't be here asking you this. It was fortunate that we found out that she had an identical twin sister; you. We want you to step into her shoes...so to speak." The older one, who looked like a Weasel, was the one to speak, his beady eyes glancing down to her wheelchair. "We will pay handsomely, enough for you to have the operation you want."

He knew exactly what to say to get her to agree. And agree she did.

~End Flashback~

It was strange to think that that was five years ago now. Five years and it still hurt to think of her sister, to think of the one that was meant to be on this adventure. Elyza was everything good, was everything that Clarke could not be. She was the smart one, the scientist and still ended up looking like a badass. Clarke was just a grunt. Was just a marine that lost everything as soon as she felt like she found a place in the world. The money and the idea of something new was what made her take the offer. 'Thank you, Elyza.' Clarke felt like she was still looking out for her, even in death. It was horrible to think that her death was what made her start living again.

A small smile remained on her lips, even as she managed to seat herself in her wheelchair. It was time to go. She wheeled towards the shuttle, marines running passed her heading in the same direction. Some sent her pitying glances, others questioning, but they were left ignored.

No longer was she going to feel sorry for herself. Today was the start of her new life.

A/N: So I'm brand new to all of this. I apologize for any mistakes that are seen. I literally only just got this idea for this story. I love Avatar and I love The 100, and of course Clexa is just the best. So I thought I'd mix them all into this. I have no idea how this will turn out but I'm hoping its good.