***This is mostly AU, my first fanfic! I do not own anything of the 100. This is my personal journey of what could have been. This takes place after the 100 land on the ground, with OC up to the last episode of season 1, but without the Mountain Men. I never did enjoy them. It will start off where Monty gets separated from the group in "The Calm". Please review (be nice, I'm a noob) and let me know what you think! Full on Bellarke!
Chapter 1 – Mount Weather
Monty couldn't believe his eyes, there before him stood Mount Weather. No Reapers around, or at least, none that he could see. If they were here hiding, they should have taken a shot at him already, goodness knows he was out in the open enough. He stood silently for a few seconds, debating the wisdom of moving forward. He decided it was well worth the risk, they needed the supplies that Mount Weather had in order to survive the winter. He took steadying breath, then stepped forward to a loud crunch. He looked down at the ruined walkie. He quickly picked it up, dusted it off and tried the call button.
"Bellamy? Is anyone there?" He clicked off, but there was no response. He fiddled with it a bit and tried a few more times before giving up. Knowing Raven could probably fix it, or at least use it for scrap, he stuffed it in his pocket. He glanced behind him, a look of indecision on his face. He knew everyone would worry, but he needed to take this unexpected opportunity to see if he could get to Mount Weather. There was no time to head back to tell the others. If he could find a safe way in, they might have a fighting chance. He walked quickly and quietly as possible down the path keeping a vigilant eye out for Reapers and Grounders alike. As he got closer, his eyes darted around quickly, looking for a door. The massive structure was covered in greenery with little bits of the walls peeking through. Looking down, he noticed a walkway of sorts, broken and covered with grass. He decided to follow it, hoping against hope that it would lead him to an entrance. After walking for a few minutes he found himself stopped in front of a set of massive double doors.
Yes, now if I can just get them open. He pulled and pushed on the doors, but they wouldn't budge. They seemed to be rusted shut. He looked around to see if he could find something to pry open the doors with, and he managed to find a sturdy branch. After breaking off all the little branches, he ran back to the door and stuck it through one of the handles, using the other side as leverage, he pushed against the wood, hoping it was strong enough to loosen the rust. He heard some creaking noises, not knowing if they were from the branch or the door, but it still wouldn't budge. He stopped to take a small break, sitting down on a fallen tree nearby, he took out a ration pack and chewed while thinking.
What would Clarke and Bellamy do? They always seemed to find a way. If he thought like Bellamy, brute strength would be the way to go. Unfortunately, he was on his own, and while he wasn't weak, he wasn't made of muscles either. Now Clarke, she was the thinker, much more his style. He took a minute to calculate how much force might be needed to open the door. As it stood, he would probably need at least one more person to help pull it open, unless…he looked around until he saw it. A branch thicker than the last, and a flat stone that was about an inch thick and four inches wide. He pulled the other branch out of the door handle and placed the stone against the door, then stuck the branch through and wedged it in to keep the stone in place. With the added angle, he pressed hard against the branch until the door gave way.
Dropping the wood and stone, he grabbed the door and pulled as hard as he could. There had been so much overgrowth and runoff, that the ground was slightly higher than the bottom of the door. He was able to make a space large enough for him to slip through. He blindly searched with his hands for a light switch, stepping further into Mt. Weather when suddenly the hallway was flooded with a dim light. He was standing in a short entry way with a hallway running perpendicular to where he stood. Monty panicked, and pressed himself against the wall and slowly peered around the corner. Glancing down both hallways he saw nothing to indicate that anyone was there. He looked up at the source of the lights and noticed they had motion detectors attached. He took a deep breath and relaxed his tense muscles. Now, which way should I go?
***Thank you for reading! I know this chapter was short, but I promise the rest are longer! The next chapter swings over to those at camp, mostly Bellamy and Clarke! Don't worry, we will get back to Monty soon;)