May We Meet Again- an Anastasia and The 100 Fanfic CHAPTER 1
(Anastasia (1997) and The 100 Fanfic)
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(ANYA IS STILL ALIVE IN THIS)
Soon after everyone was reunited at Camp Jaha there was an attack by the reapers, the ark leaders leaders all massacred aside from Chancellor Abby Griffin, Abby lead them to Mount Weather agreeing to an alliance in exchange for protection of Ark Citizens and their allies. During the massacre Clarke was separated, Bellamy quickly aided her in hiding from the Reapers, regrettably running away from Clarke to aid Octavia. Clarke was left alone, and while strong she would not survive on the run alone forever. With everyone else at Mount Weather, unconscious Clarke was left alone in the wood, until discovered by Anya who brings her back to camp and nurtures her back to health to find that she retains no memory. Anya renames Clarke, Lark (for the songbird), and retrains her as a grounder and a medic. The only clue to her past is a watch she had on her wrist, which had "MT. Weather May We Meet Again" inscribed on it.
10 YEARS LATER
At Mount Weather
At Mount Weather, Chancellor Abby had fallen into her worst state of depression yet, she had endured her husband's death, even sending her daughter to the ground all those years ago, yet ten years later she could not fathom the horrible uncertainty of her daughter's fate. President Wallace had grown too old and considering Abby was his second in command, upon his death Chancellor Griffin would become President Griffin. Wallace could not risk instability in his successor so he appealed to the mass, during dinnertime he asked the Ark residents to remain after the meal to discuss rumors that had for many years been floating around the compound, fired by especially spirited Ark veterans. After the meal President Wallace asked Maya to wheel him out on the stage. He was only and his bones ached but when they all turned to him his voice boomed, "I have a proposition for you. We all know it has been ten years since your people and mine aligned and we have found great prosperity, but my successor, your Chancellor, is unwell of the mind, and I am growing too old for my position, it is time that we solve a long term problem."
The audience shifted at his words always wary and alert, they had been the generation that brought the human race back to the ground only to find that the human race had long since been there. "I believe it was absolve Chancellor Griffin's grief if her daughter was safely returned. And since you all are acclimated to the radiation, and familiar with Clarke, I must offer a deal, to whomever finds and returns Clarke to her mother a reward will be given. A generous reward. Weaponry, rations, anything of your choosing, and the opportunity to sit on the Council of Ark Relations. This task will not be simple, though I do hope the brave will step forward, you may rest on this but I must suggest that whoever is up for the task does come see me with haste."
Ten years ago when they first arrived at Mount Weather, all of the people wanted to go out to try to find more of their lost citizens, but President advised against it until the dust settled, but now the people were hesitant, they had families, husbands, wives, children, friends at Mount Weather. They were content with their lives.
Monty looked to Raven, who held their child, and shook his head, "We can't Raven, and you can't with your leg."
Raven looked at her child and then to her leg, "It's what Clarke would've done."
Monty frowned, "Clarke is dead Raven, and Clarke at 17 and abandoned Clarke at 27 are two entirely different people."
Bellamy frowned overhearing their conversation. Had it been so long? He took another swig from the bottle and threw his cards down, he had won the same old game, he took his rations, hearing the protests of his card mates and went to go find Jasper.
Stumbling through the hall Bellamy finally found his way to Jasper and Maya's bunk, he knocked on the door before barging in. Jasper sat there at a small table, reading, he turned and saw Bellamy, "Well hello."
"Where's Maya?" asked Bellamy.
"Help Mr. Wallace Jr. in the medical ward with their new lifesaving technology." Jasper said overemphasizing particular words with distaste.
"Trouble in paradise?" Bellamy smirked.
"More like trouble in a hell I continue to descend into." Jasper laughed placing his book down, "I joke, Maya is wonderful."
Bellamy smiled sadly, "So what is the problem?"
"It's stupid."
Bellamy groaned, "Come on Jasper spit it out."
Sighing, Jasper said, "It's just that I don't get to be the hero anymore."
Bellamy walked over to Jasper and sat down quickly, "What if you could be?"
"What?" Jasper had confusion written across his face.
"What if for one last time we could be the heroes?" Bellamy began to grow excited at the idea, "Were you at dinner?"
"I left when Maya did."
"They want to find Clarke." Bellamy stood up, grabbing his friend's shoulder firmly.
"Bellamy…" Jasper began.
"No! Don't say it! I know she is out there still." Bellamy slammed the bottle down on the table, "I know she is out there still. There's a reward Jasper, you could finally have a seat on the Council."
Jasper looked at the book he was reading for a moment and his eyes flicked back up to Bellamy's, "Well let's go find the girl. Let's give Mount Weather something more to talk about."
Clarke (Lark)
"Lark!" Clarke heard Anya yell, "Get your ungrateful self over here now."
Clarke rolled off her cot and grabbed her watch, placing it on her wrist. She looked in the cracked glass of a mirror. Her hair went to her waist and was a dark brown, dyed by Anya, feather woven in the mess of curls. She has black war paint around her eyes and highlighting her cheekbones to make her look sharp. She pulled the mask of skeleton down over her eyes, and because it was cold layered another fur coat on her back. Clarke ran down the stairs as quickly as she could to meet Anya.
Anya held out a sack to her, "Lark, your training is complete, you are leaving to join our western fishing tribe, they need a medic."
Clarke nodded, and placed the sack on her back, and extended her arm for Anya to grab, "May we meet again." Clarke said without thinking.
Anya shivered, and then squeezed Clarke's arm to the point of discomfort, "Lark! Do not repeat that Sky People language, now go. Do your job. I've trained you well, be grateful to me."
Clarke nodded, and turned and saw the tribe surrounding her, they never told her about her past but they were the life she knew, she waved one last time before stalking out of the camp.
When Anya first found Clarke she quickly decided to relocate as far away from the Reapers and Mount Weather as possible so that Clarke would never stumble upon someone, as much as Anya hated to admit it, Clarke had become one of her own.
Clarke began to walk for the west coast when she stopped to look at her watch. The time never changed, and yet Clarke wore it everyday much to Anya's distaste. It was a piece of her past, the only one she really had. Clarke unbuttoned the watch and looked at the inscription MT. Weather- May We Meet Again she had faint memories of the expression. So Clarke stood their puzzled, she said to herself, "I could go west and join the tribe, my fate would be determined, I'd be the false grounder girl Lark forever," she smiled to herself, "Or I could go east and maybe find this Mount Weather, maybe I could find out who I really am."
Clarke prayed that her heart would fail her, that her courage wouldn't desert her. Anya had always said life was full of choices, but she never mentioned fear. The world just seemed so fast, but she was on a journey to her past.
She knew there had to be someone there who was waiting for her. "Come on Lark, this is your chance, you just have to go."
End of Chapter One