A/N: So, hello everyone. I got 1 good news and 2 bad news, we'll go with good news first. Good news is I am back! With more stories and updates, so rejoice :) Bad news is, I have exams soon, in two weeks' time, so I won't be updating my other stories til then. Second bad news, I have two more stories that I want to bring to life, so updating every story every week will be impossible. I cut back my work and my studies, but I am still a poor college student who needs money and needs to study so bear with me here. But anyways, let's move this thing along.

Oh, I forgot, this is not proofread, or beta-ed, might have typos. I might get back to it later if you're lucky.

So warning: Typos ahead, possibly. Disclaimer: I don't own the 100 except for the idea behind this story.

Summary: What if things did not happen as it was on the show? What if Clarke is not as responsible, probably still a leader, but her allegiance did not lie with anyone? She did not care whether she needs to protect these criminals that came down with her and went off on her own. What if she found something different, something she shouldn't have found, that no one would be able to find and come out of it alive to tell the tale another day? And if she survived? What happens? And… one more what if: Bellamy never came down with the delinquents, but Raven was the one who came down and she became the assumed leader? Plus, plus, what if the grounders were a little different from the show? This is AU if you haven't guessed. And with a supernatural twist to it, how fun, how fun!

So, I just wanna get to my story so I will skip or accelerate all the parts that you know, cause it's boring stuffs now, everyone writes in too much details about the beginning. It's possibly stuck in my head now.

Ensnared

Prologue

Clarke woke up in the dropship with Wells by her side.

-skip ahead-

They landed on Earth. Just when everyone was ready to unbuckle from their seat, they heard a grunt and a muffled voice that sounded oddly like, "Ughh, rough landing there!" and then a loud banging noise, just someone just kicked really hard on the metal plating. A slab of metal on the wall of the dropship flew off and hit a poor guy (Murphy) right in the face, making him slump unconscious in his seat.

Everyone was slightly alarmed and unbuckled themselves quickly as they saw a body climbed out of the revealed hole in the wall.

"Geez, whoever built this crap needs to work on their genius," a brunette girl said as she stretched out her shoulder muscles.

"Raven?!" the spacewalker inquired, walking towards said girl.

"Finn!" Raven jumped into his arms, "I missed you." She laid a wet sloppy kiss on him which he quickly returned. Clarke turned away in slight disgust, she's not unused to public displays of affection, but it doesn't mean she likes voyeurism.

She turned away from everyone and walked to the dropship door while Wells followed quickly behind her. She pressed the button before anyone even noticed she moved. By the time it's opened and she's out in the sunlight, everyone was too late to even question her and delay the process.

She smiled skywards and slowly opened her eyes, taking in all the greeneries around her, loving every single leaves on every single trees. She breathes in her first few breaths of fresh air, no longer filtered and recycled, she feels alive for the first time. She feels like a spark in her that died along with her father had finally been rekindled, she laughed heartily just as all the other delinquents started running and rejoicing their freedom around the 'empty' earth.

Wells was about two foot behind her, watching as her eyes light up like they used to and heard her unrestrained genuine laughter for the first time in a long time. Clarke twirled around in a circle, laughing all the while, with her arms outspread. The rain came sprinkling down and adding droplets of water on the crown of her hair, making it look as if she's sparkling in place. Wells was entranced like he never used to, but he also knows that he lets her hate him and even if he told the truth, she would never love him like he does for her. He smiled sadly to himself, he didn't want to close his eyes and block off this amazing sight in front of him but he wanted to relish the moment and slowly but surely his eyes slid shut.

When he next opened his eyes, Clarke was gone… He turned in place, looking everywhere around him, he saw chaos with all the teenagers running around the place, the reunited couple skipping in the puddles hand in hand, two lanky guys – one of them with goggles – were inspecting all the new plants around them, a pretty brunette with fascinated eyes chasing butterflies hiding from the rain and Clarke was nowhere around.

A/N: Bear with it, this is just the prologue, it shows nothing yet of this story and that summary hardly tells anything about this story.

So this story came to me in a dream, yeah like not all the parts but the KEY PART. I dreamt of it the other night, of Clexa (pff, of course I would, wow...). Clarke was... ensnared, so to say and she survived and things happened and well, I can't tell you what it is, but I LOVE THE IDEA IN THAT DREAM SOOOO MUCH that I just had to write it. I hope you guys will enjoy this ride with me too, cause I already love this story even though it's hardly even begun yet.