The 100

By: TracyCook

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of Glee and The Vampire Diaries (Unfortunately).

Warning : Smut, morbidity, and death (not to any of the main characters)

Couple: Quinn/Rachel, Bonnie/Damon, Rebekah/Caroline

Author's Note : This chapter will be very Faberry heavy, and will have a lot of group interaction. Sort of a filler chapter, but hopefully still entertaining! Also, my fic will probably be a little more morbid than any of the three shows.

Rating: M

The 100

'This Desperation Leads To Hands Unclean,

So Let's Own Our Vices, Screaming Out, Come And Get Me.'

Though she was relieved that Caroline was safe and sound, Quinn knew that they would need to get moving soon. It would be dark before long and they still had to find shelter and a food and water source if they were to survive. So, while the others were taking care of Caroline and making sure that she was prepared for a long trek through the forest, she decided to put her intelligence to use.

If they were going to be traveling the planet then she thought it best they have a sense of direction.

"I think I am going to go and have a look around." She announced to the other girls.

Rebekah and Caroline were so immersed in each other that neither of them really paid much attention to what Quinn said. Rachel on the other hand did. Her head snapped in the blonde's direction and her brown eyes widened. "I do not think that it is a wise decision for you to go off and look around by yourself, Quinn. It could be dangerous, as you yourself already stated."

She smiled and shook her head. There was something heartwarming about the way that Rachel cared about her safety. 'Even though I snapped at her...' "I don't plan on going deep into the forest or anything."

"It could still be dangerous." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I'll be fine." Quinn started to stand to her feet and Rachel stood up just as quickly, staring her down. There was something so intense about the girl, a determination, a stubbornness. 'She is so frustrating! Doesn't she know it's dangerous out there!? I don't want her to get hurt!' She knew she was being a hypocrite, but she didn't care. She could risk her own life, she didn't want to risk Rachel's.

The shorter of the two lifted her chin confidently as she said, "If you are so certain that you will be safe then I see no reason why I cannot tag along."

"Rachel..." She muttered under her breath. She didn't want the other girl to come along, there was something so innocent about her, she wanted to protect her from the dangers of the world. She knew it was selfish. But, often times Quinn Fabray could be a selfish person. 'Especially if it involves her possibly getting hurt or dying...'

"Quinn, I have spent the majority of my life being confined by rules and told that I could not go as I pleased." Rachel informed her. "You cannot stop me from following you into that forest."

The blonde ran her tongue over her teeth and her muscles tensed. She knew that she could not stop the girl from following her, and at this point it would be better to just accept her offer to join her. "Fine, but stay close."

Damon and Bonnie were sitting on one of the large tree roots.

His eyes were fixed on Quinn and Rachel as they walked along the premise. He didn't want to be an overprotective brother, but he didn't want his sister to die either. They didn't know how dangerous the planet was. 'This is Rachel's time to find her own and she obviously likes Blondie... as long as you can see her she isn't in any danger.'

When the two girls started to make their way into the forest, his body tensed and his jaw tightened. "Where does Blondie think she's going with Rachel?"

Bonnie watched as Damon moved to stand and follow his sister into the forest. Quickly, she reached out and grabbed a hold of his arm, tugging on it and urging him to sit back down. A blush painted the skin of her cheeks as her fingers ran down the skin of his arm, finally gripping onto his hand. She knew that it was not a romantic gesture. She didn't want it to be one. But, feeling his skin against hers, feeling his hand in hers, caused her body to react in ways she wished it didn't.

Ignoring all of the feelings she stared up into his eyes. His brow was furrowed and he was scowling, he looked so angry that she stopped him. "You can't always watch over her." She reminded.

"I'm not going to allow my sister to walk out into a radioactive forest when God knows who, or what, is out there." Damon practically spat on the word 'what.'

"She's not alone, Damon. She has Quinn with her and she is a lot more intelligent than you're giving her credit for." Bonnie tugged on his hand again and finally he gave in and took a seat beside her. He felt like it was a stupid idea, but Rachel had reprimanded him on numerous accounts for being too overbearing. He wanted her to live her life. He just wanted her to be alive to live it.

She chewed on her bottom lip and stared down at their interlocking hands. Neither of them had pulled them away. She wondered if his body was reacting to the touch the same way hers was. 'Probably not... Damon isn't one to enjoy such loving gestures.' Word around the Ark was Damon was quite the ladies man, he slept with them, then left them the same night.

He didn't like to snuggle or hold hands.

'He doesn't seem to be complaining though.' Bonnie noted with a small unintentional smile. She could see the worry written all over his face and it actually made her appreciate him more as a person. Still, she wanted to ease his worry. With a gentle and reassuring squeeze of his hand she said, "Quinn knows this planet better than anyone else here, she knows not to wander too far. Just give them a few minutes and then we will go after them."

"Alright, Bon-Bon." Damon said. "But, if Rachel dies it's on you."

Bonnie knew he didn't mean the words. It would not be her fault if Rachel died, but she couldn't help but feel the weight of her guilt returning full-force. She was already "responsible" for Quinn's father dying. That was a heavy burden for a seventeen year old girl.

'We All Have Debts Unpaid,

For Crimes That We Haven't Even Made.'

"What are you doing, Quinn?" Rachel asked, her brows knit together in confusion as the blonde tore some loose bark off of one of the trees in the forest.

"I'm drawing a map." She didn't look up from what she was doing to acknowledge the other girl.

Chewing on her bottom lip, she pulled out a piece of chalk from her pocket. She still had a few pieces left from when she was in captivity. 'Perks of being a privileged...' Her mind nagged, but she ignored it and started to draw the basis of a map. She started by drawing an outline of what New York City had looked like the last time that anyone was on Earth. There was a huge possibility that it would have changed over the years, but it was all that they had to go off of.

Quinn could feel brown eyes on her and she further explained. "Using various landmarks that I recognize, I can kind of tell where we are."

Rachel watched the blonde closely as she was drawing the map. There was something so beautiful about the way that she got lost in it. She was not creating a masterpiece, yet the way that she looked at it told a different story. She smiled softly and continued to watch. Watching was something she had gotten used to over her long lifetime. It gave her a certain ability to read people. Right now, she could tell that Quinn was excited to be on Earth despite her worries, she could tell that she enjoyed drawing the map.

It was a passion of hers, not just a means for survival. It was beautiful. Quinn Fabray was beautiful.

The way that her brow furrowed in concentration was the cutest thing in the world. The way she tucked her blonde hair behind her ears so that it would be out of her eyes and she chewed on her bottom lip, Rachel found it completely mesmerizing.

Those brown eyes were still watching her and it was starting to make Quinn uncomfortable. She felt like she was studying her. It was strange, she didn't understand why she wouldn't look away and it was making her nervous. And perhaps it was making her blush as well. She couldn't be certain. 'It's probably just because it's so hot...'

In order to break the awkward silence, Quinn continued talking, "Of course, I can't be sure that the landmarks are still in their original locations, but it's somewhere to start at least." With that sentence, she added the finishing touches to the map and then she turned and smiled over at Rachel, "Done."

"You are very knowledgeable about this subject." Rachel was not asking, simply stating something she noticed.

"What subject?"

"The planet Earth."

Quinn shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and tried to act like it wasn't a near obsession of hers. She didn't want to let on just how excited she was to be one of the first humans back on the planet. "I mean, I found it interesting, so I read about it from time to time."

It was evident to Rachel that the other woman was lying. She had a feeling that "from time to time" meant nearly every day, if not every day. She didn't understand why Quinn would be embarrassed by such knowledge. She thought that it was important to have that one thing that you were passionate about. That one passion that you couldn't stop thinking about, that you didn't want to stop thinking about, that fueled your very existence. For Quinn it was the planet Earth. She was intrigued by it and she was visibly excited to be exploring it.

For Rachel, it was something different altogether that got her through those long hopeless nights.

"In that case, we are very lucky to have you along with us." Rachel told her with a smile.

"You and your boyfriend." Quinn nearly spat the word boyfriend. She didn't understand what was coming over her. The jealousy that she was feeling was completely irrational and wrong on her part. She had no reason to be upset if the other woman was dating someone else.

Brown eyes went wide and the brunette's full lips parted, her confusion written across her face. Her brows were furrowed and she blinked a few times before asking, "My boyfriend?"

"Yeah, Damon." She couldn't shake the bitter tone from her voice and she once again sounded angry about it. She was angry about it. "Honestly, I don't know what you see in him in the first place." The blonde continued. Her voice was dangerously low and raspier than usual. "I mean yeah, he's hot, but he's a criminal."

It was Rachel's turn to feel jealous. Envy was a feeling she had felt all of her life. She always envied what other's had, but this was different. This was jealousy. Quinn had just called her brother hot and she was starting to wonder if the reason the blonde was jealous was because she had feelings for her brother.

"We are all criminals." Rachel reminded.

Those words shut the blonde up. She knew that her jealousy was getting out of hand and she was allowing it to get the best of her. Damon Salvatore was a criminal, but he wasn't any more a criminal than any of the other prisoners. And if the other woman saw something good enough in him to date then it was probably there.

"You're right." Quinn forced a smile.

"And you are wrong." Rachel stated pointedly.

Just as the other woman was about to get angry again, the brunette told her, "Damon is not my boyfriend."

Hazel eyes filled with confusion as she stared at the shorter girl with a dumbfounded look on her face. She didn't understand. Were they just close friends? 'Close friends who hold hands and share clothes... Yeah right.' Her mind teased. 'She has to at least have feelings for the guy...'

"Which, by the way, I do not understand why it would concern you if he was." Rachel added for good measure, watching as the blonde looked away ashamed. She could tell that Quinn was jealous because she thought that Damon and her were an item, but she just didn't know where that jealousy stemmed from. "If you must know, Damon is my older brother."

"Brother?" Her head snapped back to the other girl and now she was even more confused. "Nobody on the Ark has a brother or sister. It's against the law to have..." Her voice trailed off as realization hit her.

Rachel smiled, "Now you see what my crime is." She paused and forced back the tears. She wasn't going to cry. This was the life she was served and she now had her freedom, she couldn't have been happier. "My crime is being born, being alive."

Quinn could feel her foot so far in her throat that she was choking on it right about now. She hadn't known that the woman standing before her was the infamous girl who haunted the Ark. The girl who some people claimed to see, but no one could ever find. The girl who survived. Now she was feeling terrible for how she acted. 'You are such an idiot, Fabray...'

"And my brother." She started. "As despicable as you depict him, and as terrible as I know he can be, is only here because he did not want me to be executed alone."

"How did you-how are you-" She couldn't find the right words. How do you ask someone how they survived seventeen years of hiding?

"I would rather not talk about it. Perhaps we should return our attentions to the map." Rachel told her.

"There you are!"

Both girls recognized the voice and they immediately turned to see Damon standing behind them with Bonnie right next to him, she was giving him a look that could kill. Sometimes the two of them could act like a married couple. Quinn had always noticed that strange love-hate relationship that they had with each other, but since landing it had gotten more intense. In both the love and the hate aspects.

"I told you that they would be fine." Bonnie told him.

He ignored her and moved toward his sister, looking her over to make sure everything was intact. "Don't worry me like that again, Rach." The way he said her name was so gentle and caring. It was such a different side to him that no one else got to see.

"We are literally five feet into the forest." Rachel told him with a raise of her chin. She hated when he was overprotective. When they were on the Ark every time she said she was going to explore he would try and stop her.

"Five feet, or five miles, it doesn't matter." Damon's blue eyes widened seriously.

His sister looked at him like he was crazy and crossed her arms over her chest. "Damon."

"Don't Damon me." His playful sarcastic nature was back now that it was sinking in that she was safe. His voice didn't hold any more seriousness to it. "What if some rabid, radioactive, gerbil jumped out of the trees and killed you both?" He smirked, knowing that it was unlikely.

'A rabid, radioactive gerbil, that lives in trees?" Rachel asked with a furrowed brow.

Quinn could see it now. They were definitely brother and sister.

'They Will See A Sad, Sad Story,

Of Angels And Glory.'

Quinn was still adding the finishing touches to the map, she wanted to be certain that any of them could read it and not just herself so she was adding labels. That way in case something happened to her or they got split up any of them could still find their way. She could feel everyone watching her and she knew that they were waiting for her to finish the map so that they could get moving.

It was already getting dark.

"You almost done with that map, Blondie?" Damon asked impatiently. He didn't really care about the map at this point, he just needed to find a safe place for Rachel to sleep. 'And Bonnie...' His mind teased and he nearly rolled his eyes at the thought. He couldn't stop worrying about her safety lately and he didn't understand it.

"Almost." She told him, never breaking her concentration.

A smirk twisted on his lips as he stared over at the blondes sitting across from him. Rebekah still looked worried about Caroline, but she appeared to be doing fine. "So." Damon stretched the word and everyone looked over at him. "Team Barbie finally got caught visiting granddaddy purple I see."

"Your grandfather's name is purple?" Rachel wondered curiously, her brows knit together in confusion. It was an odd name.

Her question was so innocent that it caused everyone to start laughing, including Quinn. Caroline was laughing the loudest though. She couldn't help it, it was the cutest thing she had ever heard. Rebekah watched as the blonde continued laughing long after everyone else and the sight warmed her heart. She was so happy to see her alive and well again. Being herself again.

"Seriously, you don't know what granddaddy purple is?" Caroline was still laughing.

"I am afraid I do not." Rachel knew of a lot of things, but not this particular thing. She was so perplexed as to why they were all laughing at her.

The blonde laughed some more, "What have you been living under a rock or something?!"

Everyone grew silent and tense as she said the words and she didn't understand why they looked so upset with her. Caroline's laughter died in her throat as she stared around at them all. Rachel looked sad now and Damon's muscles were tense. She didn't understand what she had said wrong. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, it's just an expression, you know? For people who don't know about something that is really popular." Her blue eyes were full of worry as she stared over at Rebekah for help.

The British woman spoke for her friend, staring directly at Rachel. "I apologize for my friend's idiocy."

Caroline gasped when Rebekah called her an idiot.

"I'm afraid she doesn't get out much." She patted the other blonde's head. "What Damon is so cleverly referring to is our trips to the infirmary to steal medical marijuana."

"Oh." Rachel was finally starting to understand. She wasn't angry with Caroline for what she said either, not like Damon was, she understood that the girl didn't know about her past. 'Ironically it seems that she is the one who has been living under a rock.'

"Some call it granddaddy purple, but there are various names and a variety of types." Rebekah finished her explanation. "He was simply attempting, and failing might I add, to be humorous." Her full lips twisted into a confident smirk as she stared over at Damon who narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't have a problem with Team Barbie, but he wasn't pleased with them at the moment.

"Okay, this is silly!" Caroline cut the tension with another attempt to be positive. She was tired of everyone being down, they were on Earth, they were not floating lifeless bodies in space, they needed to be happy. "Why are we even talking about our crimes and what we did, or didn't do, to get us here? Let's focus on the fact that we are still alive and we are on Earth!"

"You're happy about this?" Bonnie asked. She just wanted to go back to the Ark. She wanted to see the people that they loved again.

"Aren't you!?" She exclaimed, with a dimpled grin on her face. "I mean we are the first people back on Earth!" Caroline couldn't contain her excitement. "My favorite online RPG back on the Ark takes place on Earth and it is so cool! Rebekah and I were playing it before we got caught. It's your basic RPG, you know, lots of monsters and fighting, but the scenery was amazing!"

Gaming was a passion of the blonde with the curls. It was evident to everyone.

Everyone except Damon.

"Hate to break it to ya." He stated sarcastically with a raise of his brows. "This isn't a video game."

"I know... I just..." Caroline's voice trailed off. She hadn't meant to compare their situation to the game, she just meant to say it was exciting to be alive and on Earth.

"If you die down here it's not a "game over." Damon lifted his fingers and made the air quotes. Perhaps he was still angry at Caroline for what she said to Rachel, even though he knew it wasn't her fault. "It's just that." He smirked. "You're dead."

"She was only attempting to bring a little light to our situation." Rebekah defended. She hated when people talked down to her best friend, and it happened a lot. A lot of people didn't really understand Caroline. She was consumed with thoughts of gaming and technology and sometimes she could be a little blind to what was appropriate to say or not say, but she always cared. She always cared for everyone and she wanted everyone to be happy.

"No light at the end of this tunnel." Damon responded his smirk widening.

Bonnie glared at him. It was moments like this that she remembered why she could never have any sort of romantic feelings for him. He was a heartless asshole and he only cared for himself and his sister. If any of them died he wouldn't even flinch. 'That's not true though...' Her mind nagged.

"Okay, I'm done." Quinn said with a proud smile as she finished the map. She hadn't really heard much of the conversation after the granddaddy purple comment that Rachel made. She was too focused.

"Just in time!" A familiar accented voice stated behind her and before she knew it, the map was taken from her hands. Quinn turned around and stared up at Niklaus who was smiling wildly as he looked over the map.

The blonde stood to her feet and faced him which he only found laughable. He was not scared of a little girl. No matter how intimidating she looked.

"Give. It. Back." She told him, her voice low and deadly as she stared deep into his eyes. She was not afraid of him either. He was not particularly strong and if he attempted to hurt her then she knew the others would step in. It was one man against six and the odds weren't in his favor.

"Oh now, love." He sang playfully, his lips twisted at the sides and a teasing glint behind his eyes. "If I give it back to you then how am I to know which way to go?"

Bonnie walked toward the two of them and she threw her hands in the air. She was quickly finding herself in the position of the voice of reason, which was a really dangerous place to be. They were being childish. Acting like children fighting over their favorite coloring book. She wouldn't be surprised if he held it over her head and sang, 'You can't reach it, nanny-nanny-boo-boo.'

"Come on you guys!" Bonnie told them. "There is no reason for us to keep fighting each other! We all need to find shelter and water if we are going to survive, so how about we just work together and share the map?"

"I tried to be reasonable." Niklaus feigned innocence. "You all are the ones who refuse to follow my orders." He raised his hands dramatically as he spoke.

"Where's your bracelet monitor?" Quinn asked as her hazel eyes landed on his wrist. It was wrapped up and she could see blood soaking through the fabric that he had tied around it. It looked like he had ripped the device out of his arm. 'Why would he do something like that? The people back on the Ark will think he's dead, if they think we are dying then they won't come down and join us... I'll never see my mom again...'

"That pesky monitor got in the way of my plans." He told her.

"And what plans are those exactly, because without those monitors we are pretty much dead!" Bonnie told him.

"There's where you are wrong, dear." Niklaus turned to face the other woman, taking a step toward her and staring down into her green eyes. "Without those monitors." He paused and pointed to the sky. "They will think that we are dead. We won't be. And whilst I understand that you are bloody well privileged, the rest of us will be killed if they return."

He took another step toward Bonnie and she was starting to feel uncomfortable with how close he was to her. His face was only inches away from hers at this point and she was scared, but holding her ground.

"We wouldn't want that." He finished with a wide grin. "Would we?"

"You don't know that they will kill us when they get down here." She said. "They would probably drop the charges."

"Not mine." The words and the way that he said them sent a chill down Bonnie's spine. She had a feeling that she knew what he had done. Niklaus had always had a temper and he had always painted the dead, she wouldn't be surprised if he killed someone. That realization was frightening considering that he was standing right in front of her and he hated her and her grandmother.

Quinn took the opportunity while the two of them were staring each other down, to reach out and take her map back from him. She had worked hard on it and they needed to start searching for shelter. If Niklaus wanted to tag along it was fine. 'Though I prefer he doesn't...'

Niklaus turned quickly and he gripped on tightly to the blonde's wrist, holding it up. He was squeezing the skin so tight that she was staring to lose circulation to her hand. "I would think very carefully before you take something that belongs to me."

"I'm pretty sure you took it from her first." Damon said with a demented smirk as he reached from behind him and pried his fingers from Quinn's wrist. Once he was holding Niklaus' hand he pulled it behind his back and twisted his wrist to the point of nearly breaking his hand. "I can't believe that I'm gonna be the one to say this, but let's be civilized and share the damn map."

Damon tightened his grip and the other man screamed out in pain. None of his followers attacked, none of them did anything, because they weren't really his followers. They were just looking for a leader.

They were a pack and they needed an alpha.

Right now Damon was proving himself stronger than Niklaus. He was proving himself a worthy alpha.

Leaning over he whispered against Niklaus' ear, "You can follow us, but we will NEVER follow you." He twisted his wrist a little more, pushing his fingers against the holes that were left in his wrist where he took the monitor off. Digging his nails into the open wounds through the fabric and causing him more pain. "Got it?" He asked.

He stubbornly refused to agree so Damon added more pressure, everyone heard as something in his wrist popped and they all cringed when Niklaus screamed out in agony.

"Got it?" He asked again.

"Loud and clear." The British man finally answered. The pain was too much.

"Good."

'I Know, I Know That It Feels Like Dying,

Like You Are Fighting Just To Breathe.'


Author's Note :

This chapter is a little shorter than the last and it is not that eventful, but I really hope that everyone enjoys it! The next chapter things are going to get crazy though! There will be so much going on in the next chapter! Character death (Not main character), a lot of morbidity, fighting, romance, and more! Haha it's going to be packed and probably my longest chapter yet! Anyhow, about this chapter, how did y'all like the developing Faberry? What about when Quinn and Caroline put their feet in their mouths? LOL, did you enjoy the group talking? I'm trying to make sure that everyone interacts! What about Bonnie and Quinn? Do y'all wanna see the truth that Bon is hiding come out? Who's your favorite characters? Who do you think will die next chapter? :))

What are y'all excited to see? I would love to add it! :))

Thank you all so much for reading and please do tell me what you think and I will get the next chapter up ASAP!

I love you all!

-Tracy Cook-