Day One

Suddenly her door flung open in that deafening moment she'd long since stopped hoping for, and two guards rushed in barking at her like she was a seasoned soldier rather than one small, treasonous teenager.

She already knew what was coming, and knew there wasn't anything she could do about it.

Still she couldn't help fighting, ending up in her mother's arms fading into the oblivion of sedation, even as hatred welled up scalding and fierce at the cool hands petting on her, barely noting that this was exactly as she'd dreamed, but vowing that she'd use this second chance.

Waking up slowly, her sight was filled with Wells' anxious face, just as she'd dreamed, but she wouldn't live the way her dreams had showed her to.

Clarke could feel her hands upon him, and see his corpse before her, feel Charlotte in her arms, trying to protect her from Murphy.

"Welcome back." said the boy who'd been her best friend.

"Wells." she murmured groggily. "I know it was Abby and Theolonius. Not you."

His earnest face, so open to her, broke into a startled hope, reaching out for her hand and she gripped hers tightly around him.

"They floated him, Wells, I can't ever forgive that." muttered Clarke grimly, and still looking so surprised, but he nodded jerkily.

Looking him in those dark, desperate eyes, Clarke was fairly sure he was willing to understand, even if he didn't yet but then there was Finn.

"Look, your father floated me after all." announced Finn cheerfully, and Clarke just sighed, drawing Finn's bright eyes to her after all.

"You're the traitor whose been in solitary for a year!" greeted the beautifully young face of the boy she'd once called Spacewalker.

"And you're Reyes' boyfriend." replied Clarke flatly, and the boy looked as if he'd been slapped but the blonde continued before he could retort. "Now get back into that harness before someone gets to tell her you died when we hit atmosphere."

Sucking in a breathe in confusion, Finn hesitated, but at her hiss of exasperation, he flailed back into his own seat. He sat there silently, ignoring all the chatter around him.

"How do you know Raven?" asked the startled boy.

"You mean the youngest zeroG mechanic in half a century? My dad was the chief engineer before he got floated. He knew her." replied Clarke coolly.

"So what'd he get floated for?" asked another boy a few spaces over, Dax, Clarke remembered unpleasantly.

"Treason against the council. Apparently trying to break the news that the Ark's dying and something needs to be figured out is treason. Bet they haven't told anyone they're dropping us either." replied Clarke as coolly as possible, though Wells was eyeing her anxiously, and everyone on their level of the dropship was listening curiously.

"That's the secret they locked you up to keep, isn't it?" asked Finn and Clarke nodded even though he couldn't see her.

"My dad was the engineer who discovered the failure. He thought everyone had the right to know our home is dying. The Council disagreed. Including my mother. So they called him a traitor, and floated him. I'd sided with him, so I got thrown into solitary." she explained darkly.

The land was rough, yet, Clarke thought victoriously, they'd made it to earth with all one hundred (and one) alive. Now my chance begins, thought the young medic.

"Listen. No machine hum." announced Monty in awe.

When they began rushing to the lower level, Clarke allowed herself to merely be swept along with the rest, and Octavia had already rushed over to her brother by the door by the time Clarke's feet hit the lower level.

"What the hell are you wearing? A guard's uniform?" asked Octavia angrily.

She ignored the Blake siblings' little reunion, and immediately took up a spot near the dropship's door trying to pry the bracelet off after tying her jacket around her waist.

"Why so serious, Princess? Not like the bracelet's got a self-destruct button." joked Finn.

"What are you doing?" asked Wells urgently, earning a glare, and getting plenty of attention. That's actually helpful, Wells, thought Clarke ironically.

"The Council will think anyone who stops transmitting is dead. My mother deserves this." snapped the blonde with a set jaw and squared up shoulders.

"You're going to break your wrist." pointed out Finn.

"Help or shut up." snapped Clarke flatly, and Finn smirked at her before finding a piece of metal to pry it off of her. By the time she'd gasped as it finally broke off, too many of the one hundred were watching already.

"Weapons are great, but a wall would be good too." remarked Clarke shortly, but Bellamy looked her over before nodding gruffly.

"We've got to get to Mount Weather for supplies." insisted the chancellor's son earnestly, and Clarke heaved a deep sigh.

"Do whatever you want, but I'm not going anywhere near anywhere the chancellor says we have to. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain, but we can make this spot work anyway." announced the blonde medic firmly.

"Wouldn't have thought I'd agree with the princess, but she's right. We need to work on this spot, not going on a goose chase." drawled Bellamy, still in his stolen guard's wear.

"My father said-" began Wells but Clarke cut him off before the others could.

"Your dad killed my dad, Wells. It was my mom's fault, but your dad is still the one who did it. Pick a side already. Anyway trying to follow Theolonius' orders here is more likely to get you killed though seeing as he's not here and never has been." argued his old best friend gruffly, knowing all eyes were now upon them yet again.

"They'll be coming down in two months." countered Wells.

"That gives us two months to get ready. I don't know about everyone else, but I don't care about being pardoned. They still locked us up, then dropped us off the Ark! Not like I'm going to be joining back up with them whenever they show up." stated Clarke loudly as she glared at Wells' oh so honest face. Some of the rowdier kids began yelling their agreement, but Clarke wasn't finished with her oldest friend. "Truth is, the council's right. I'm not loyal to them, but I never betrayed the people of the ark. And now I'm picking a side- the people I came down here with. You need to make up your mind, and fast."

His fists clenched, and Wells looked upwards to the sky where everything he knew remained before he met Clarke's deep blue eyes again.

"With you. It's always going to be you." he slowly but fervently decided, and Clarke nodded firmly.

"Then we're going to make a life without the council." she warned, and though he closed his eyes, he nodded anyway.

"I'm going look for water and medical or edible plants, and see if there are any animals around. Anyone coming with me?" yelled Clarke above the din.

There was Wells immediately stepping closer to her side, Finn jumping down off the dropship cheerfully, Octavia practically flying over to them, and Monty and Jasper curiously scurrying over. Clarke saw Charlotte off to the side, watching warily, and even though she knew the kid was actually staring at Wells...

"You, Charlotte, right? Want to come?" called the eldest blonde, and the younger girl ducked her head but shuffled over.

"I was a medical apprentice. Are there any others here, or medics?" yelled Clarke to the group, which shuffled around a bit but no one came forwards. "Alright, then, I'm going to make the lower level of the dropship into a med bay. I'm certainty not a doctor, but I'll do what I can as needed."

While Finn, Wells, Jasper, Monty, Octavia and Charlotte waiting in a chattering, awkward little huddle, Clarke carefully approached Murphy, where he stood with several others, quickly shaping weapons.

"Murphy?" she asked quietly, trying cautiously to hit the right notes with the single most volatile member of the one hundred.

"What, Princess?" snapped the boy without looking up from where he was fastening a makeshift spear.

"Some of us are going look for water, and useful plants. See if there are any animals around. Are there enough weapons yet for us to bring one along?" asked the blonde calmly.

Murphy finally looked up to glare at her. "Who's going?" he snapped irritably, scowling even worse when Clarke nodded her head towards the little waiting expedition party.

"Spacewalker, a couple of geeks, girl who lived under the floor, and a little kid, plus you princess? Not like any of you could even use a weapon if you brought it." muttered the scowling boy disdainfully.

"I know dozens of ways to kill with a scalpel, so a knife shouldn't be that much different." retorted Clarke calmly, and Murphy's eyes shifted back to her while he gave a cruel little smirk that was so familiar.

Still smirking, he pulled out a knife, Clarke recognized it with a shock from her dreams- the knife that had killed Wells, and handed it over carelessly.

Bellamy was arguing with his sister about going by now, though he turned his glare upon Clarke quickly enough.

"Bring someone else with you." snapped the former guard cadet shortly, drawing eyes to him.

"Don't want to take anyone away from the weapons or the wall." explained Clarke briefly, already turning around.

Only a quick look around revealed to him the same thing Clarke had noticed- the only ones not working on either projects were the youngest kids, and some of the oldest girls, whom had stationed themselves in a huddle where they could watch all the goings on.

"Murphy, you've shown enough people what to do. Go with them. Make sure nothing happens to my sister, and our only medic. Bring back some food." demanded the eldest of them, and Murphy scowled again, throwing down the spear he'd been fashioning but snatching up a finished one.

Clarke glanced over at the oldest girls, whom were all sixteen except for a couple seventeen year olds if her dreams were right, and then met Bellamy's glinting eyes again.

"Unless we're all going to sleep in the dropship, we're going to need some form of shelter. That group and the youngest boys could work on tents." she suggested distractedly. Bellamy's eyes flicked back to the knot of chattering girls but by the time he looked back to Clarke, she was already returning to the waiting party, Murphy grudgingly on her heels.

The two boys shared an unpleasant look, but Murphy followed them anyway.

Tromping through the forest that she'd called home before, for Clarke's theory that the dreams were just vivid dreams caused by isolation, had been crushed, she deftly maneuvered around the landscape, letting the others chatter wash over her.

This trip, though, did not go as her dreams had shown her. Chaos theory, at work, thought Clarke firmly, as she quickly used torn strips of a t-shirt and a small, cut branch to split to Murphy's broken wrist. He was sitting there, in grim surprise, that he'd both managed to kill a panther and break his wrist doing it.

Charlotte was hovering over, watching Clarke at work, as an idea struck her.

"I'm not a doctor." Clarke reminded them all quietly. "But I basically grew up in the phoenix med bay and when my mother took on a new apprentice when I was twelve, she taught me alongside him, except for the actual OR surgeries where I didn't have clearance to go into till I passed my med assistant exam. But they only use the OR for the longest, most invasive procedures, which we don't have the supplies for anyway down here. I passed the med assistant exam when I was 16, but I was going for a doctorate so I wasn't anywhere near finished with my apprenticeship when I got locked up."

"Is this really life story time, Princess?" snapped Murphy darkly, and she just smirked at him lightly.

"It's more reassurance that I'm not going to fuck up your arm, actually." she announced calmly. "Since I started doing splints back when I had to stand on a stool to reach patients sitting on the exam tables."

Murphy glared back at her, but Clarke could have sworn his shoulders loosened up a bit.

"At least it's my left." muttered the stormy faced boy grimly.

"You've got to let it heal, though, and let me know about any changes in how it feels. Without x-rays, I'll need to work purely based on feel. I think a month splinted is the minimum you're looking at." murmured Clarke more quietly to him.

"You've got to be shitting me." snapped Murphy.

Clarke shook her head. "It's the worst time for an injury, but it could get so much worse if you don't keep it splinted."

"And you made the first kill of the camp!" announced Octavia brightly, making Murphy's eyes flick towards her with an assessing gaze, but when the others joined in congratulating him, he simmered lower into less of a storm.

"Alright, well, we have food, we've found some useful plant-life at least, and we found water, even if we can't really carry much of it back. We should head back, and figure out what to do about water." announced the blonde firmly.

Murphy stalked back to camp, leading the way, while Finn and Monty carried the panther between them just behind him, Jasper and Octavia following closely, with Clarke and Charlotte close behind, leaving Wells to bring up the rear.

"I don't have time to teach everyone, but I'll let anyone who's interested watch and learn. Though..." she trailed off hesitantly for a moment before continuing more confidently.

"Well, like I said, I'm not a doctor, but I'd still not mind taking on an apprentice... if you want, that is."

"Me?" asked the youngest of their number blankly.

"Yea, you know, one medic for a hundred people isn't enough, and if anything happens to me, then they'd be without a medic at all the way it is now..." pointed out Clarke gently.

"Which means, you really shouldn't be running around risking yourself Princess." joked Finn teasingly, but she ignored it.

"It won't be like an apprenticeship on the Ark, but it'd mean you'd have to really listen to me, and be patient, considering the circumstances, you know?" continued Clarke quietly, but Charlotte's wide blue eyes were pleading, and she'd nodded frantically.

"I will, I promise!" the young girl vowed, her whole face so open and pleading that Clarke felt something shift as if inside her, knowing she'd made the right decision here.

"Good. Stay close to me, then. You never know when a medic will be needed, or when there's a chance to learn something." stated Clarke gently, getting another fervent nod from the young girl.

"We're the oldest and youngest of the one hundred, you know? Besides, Bellamy, but he's the one hundredth and one." announced Clarke a bit more lightly as they continued walking.

"Which is funny since there's so few girls." added Jasper curiously.

"About thirty of us, huh? Maybe less." murmured Clarke.

"The girls are mostly older too, it looked like..." added Monty hesitantly as he hefted the panther along with Finn.

"Girls don't get thrown into Skybox as often." grumbled Murphy loudly from the front.

"I wonder how they choose us though." stated Clarke causally.

"What do you mean? The criminals are the expendable population, right?" joked Jasper.

"Yea, but it's not like there was just a perfectly round number of one hundred of us. How'd they pick us from the rest of Skybox?" pointed out Clarke.

Silence fell across the group as that sunk in slowly.

"Most of the group is about 14-15, aren't they? Which doesn't make sense... you'd think more of us would be older." muttered Finn thoughtfully.

"But most of the girls more like 16 or 17." muttered Octavia.

"They kept Skybox sex-segregated, even for recreation time. Could be, ah, they thought sending older girls with mostly younger boys would be, heh, wise." pointed out Jasper.

"What happened to the rest of Skybox then..." wondered Monty.

"There were like two hundred cells... even if it wasn't totally full... where's the rest?" asked Jasper.

"Early floating maybe... especially of the oldest boys of Skybox." suggested Clarke grimly. "If they can decided to drop us down here, they could decide to float minors at will."

"That dropship couldn't have held many more people anyway." pointed out Octavia.

"Floating teenagers probably isn't that different than floating their parents anyway." muttered Murphy.

"My parents got floated too." stated Charlotte quietly.

"My mom." added Octavia blithely.

"My father." grunted Murphy.

"About half of the group had their parents floated before they got locked up, I bet." muttered Finn.

"Which is just another reason we shouldn't be waiting around for the council to come down and take over us again." announced Clarke firmly.

"Clarke, you know you need them if we're going to survive down here." pleaded Wells.

"If we can manage to survive the two months till they get here, no, we don't." snapped the blonde sharply. "Anyone who wants to go back to them can, but I'd rather die on our own than go back to that. The Exodus charter is even worse than life on the Ark, you know that!"

Charlotte, Octavia, and Murphy all immediately added their individual agreements, ranging from Charlotte's soft little me too, to Murphy's snarling rebellion, and Octavia's cheerful little "fuck them!".

"I'll stay with you. But how are we going to survive alone? We should at least go to Mt. Weather." argued Wells.

"That's a hundred year old hope, it could have caved in for all we know, and if not, then it might as soon as we start stomping through it, considering it's been untouched for a century after nuclear war!" snapped Clarke hotly.

We are not going anywhere near the Mountain Men yet! Thought the blonde frantically.

"Look, we barely stepped out of our little campsite and had dinner throw itself at us. We'll be fine as long as stick together!" added Octavia helpfully.

"Octavia's right. We need to stick together. This is our people now." stated Clarke, and Charlotte nodded quickly along.

Some of the boys were eyeing the girls thoughtfully, and quietly, though Murphy was mostly ignoring them, and Wells looked aghast.

"Especially us girls need to stick together. I didn't realize how few of us there were." muttered Octavia under her breath, flicking a look back to the blondes following behind her.

"Let's see how the whole tent idea is working out when we get back. Charlotte, you should share with me, and Octavia, you too, if you want."

"Yes!" exclaimed the dark haired girl enthusiastically. "Like a sleepover! I never had one of those. Unless you count my brother which was like a horrible, never-ending sleepover..." laughed the girl.

"Never had one either." laughed Clarke quietly.

"Me neither." muttered Charlotte.

"Besides, if not my brother will probably try to make me share with him." added Octavia grimly.

"We should get all the girls together actually... There's some stuff to figure out down here." murmured Clarke quietly to Octavia who grimaced but nodded, while Charlotte looked curious and Jasper sped up a bit to leave the girls a little behind. Wells seemed to be trailing them slower as well, noted Clarke in amusement.

"What we need is to establish some form of authority if you really don't want to wait for the council." announced Wells firmly, but the entire group scoffed at him.

"Yea, right, with you as chancellor of earth, right?" yelled back Murphy angrily.

"No, no, I mean, like a council I guess." defended Wells quickly, and Octavia made a sound like an angry cat.

"That's a dirty word here, Wells." muttered Clarke wearily. "Nobody locked up by the council wants to restart that hell. You and Bellamy are the only ones who chose this, don't foget that."

"But we need a leader or there will be chaos." insisted Wells earnestly, and Clarke just sighed at him.

"Communal decisions would be fine." suggested Finn brightly.

"Clarke's the oldest, right? So she should be the leader." chirped Octavia uncaringly.

"Yea!" added Charlotte from Clarke's side quickly.

Clarke sighed at them all. "I don't care who calls themselves leader, I care about the group and what needs to be done."

"Which makes you the perfect kindly overlord!" joked Jasper cheerfully.

"Nah, she's the princess." added Finn brightly.

Clarke felt like she'd be sighing a lot. Somehow in all the time she'd had to think about this, she'd never considered how it would feel like she's was terribly older than them. Those terrible nine months she'd dreamed of every night, reliving it constantly, had made her feel so much older than these fresh, shiny versions of her "old" friends.

"I'll do whatever I can for us." she stated calmly. "But everyone else needs to as well. Everyone should work for the common good, and we'll figure out that as a group. But Bellamy is really the oldest here, plus he was training to be a guard, right?"

At Octavia's curt nod, Clarke continued. "So if anything, then he and I should... work together, I guess."

"Well, you two are the oldest." agreed Jasper causally.

"And probably have the most useful training- medical and security." added Monty pleasantly.

"Great, share the power and rule together. You can keep him out of my hair." concluded Octavia happily, drawing some laughter, though not from everyone, as they neared the camp.

"That's if he doesn't kill me to keep me out of the way." muttered Clarke grimly, remembering how terribly she and Bellamy had gotten along in the earliest of her memories.

"Cry if he doesn't listen to you." suggested Octavia instantly, but Clarke sputtered.

"No way!" she gasped in horror. "Cry in front of him! Ugh."

Octavia laughed, though she quietened down quickly when the camp came into sight.

A wall was starting to take shape, with what looked like most of the one hundred busily working on it, dragging logs and scrap metal off the ship into place. Bellamy was barking orders, even as he worked alongside the lot, and he turned to watch them approach.

"We've got dinner!" yelled Finn cheerfully, but Clarke nudged her way to the front of the group quickly as cheers broke out through the working kids.

"Murphy made the first kill for us!" she announced proudly, and the boy in question flushed a bit under his scowl at her. "And broke his wrist protecting us from that panther."

"Brought water and plants and stuff too." added Octavia cheerfully. "What's up with these tents?"

"We've already got two kids with cuts. They're in the dropship." barked the eldest of their camp towards Clarke.

"Octavia, can you help with the tents? Maybe see if you can get a space for the three of us, as close to the dropship as possible. Finn, Monty, see if you can get that panther stripped and cooked. Jasper, can you distribute the water, make sure everyone gets some? We'll go back for more tomorrow, but it'll be dark soon. Wells, I need those plants and a thing of water in the dropship. Murphy, c'mon into the dropship, I'll see if there's anything else I can do for your wrist. Charlotte, you too." stated Clarke quickly and clearly, and was rather surprised when everyone did as she'd said without hesitation.

As she lead the mismatched trio of the sulking Murphy, anxious Charlotte, and stoic Wells into the dropship after the others had started off on their own tasks, she met Bellamy's eyes across the camp, his face was thoughtful so she simply nodded to him briefly before hurrying into the makeshift med bay.

Eyeing the two kids, looking a little pale and worried, sitting on the floor near the door, Clarke snapped to work, kneeling down in front of them.

"Wells, get some of that seaweed ready, now. Then I need some pain relief for them both and Murphy too. Charlotte, go watch how he does it so you can do it next time." she ordered quietly.

Bellamy entered the ship as Clarke had already begun stitching the worst off of the kids, while Murphy sat unhappily in line beside the kid with the shallower cut, and Charlotte miserably watched Wells' hastily prepare the few plants into herbal remedies.

"So, you taking care of them, Princess?" asked the default leader of their camp grimly.

"Atom doesn't need to use this hand for a few days at least. A week would be better, and it's his dominant hand so he's out of commission for both the weapons and wall. Harper'll be fine tomorrow as long as she doesn't put much pressure on hers. Murphy's wrist is broken, he needs to keep it splinted for a month easily and to let it rest while it heals. All three will need light chores only- they could carry water, but not hunting." replied Clarke coolly.

"No one else got hurt on your little exploring trip?" asked Bellamy shortly.

"If they did, I'd have them in here too." snapped Clarke quietly. "But Octavia's fine, if that's what you are asking."

"She said she's claimed a tent for you, her and your apprentice?" challenged Bellamy relentlessly.

Clarke didn't reply, working to carefully stitch up Atom's hand.

"Well?" insisted Bellamy.

"Yea, ok, so what? The three of us are going to share a tent." muttered Clarke distractedly.

"Why?" asked Bellamy shortly, and Clarke shot him a baffled glare.

"Because there are maybe thirty girls to at least seventy guys, and there's no way there's enough material to make individual tents for all hundred of us. We'd rather share with each other than wind up crowded in with some guys." snapped Clarke defensively.

"There's only thirty-one girls." muttered Bellamy.

"See? Thirty-one girls to seventy guys. At least Octavia and I feel like we'd be more comfortable sticking together, and I want Charlotte with us for sure. Don't think there's any girls her age anyway." muttered Clarke as she turned back to Atom's hand, running her fingers gently across her work to be sure.

"Yea, ok, but what's this about an apprentice?"replied Bellamy, drawing a sigh from Clarke, which she felt like she'd been doing little else than since she'd woken up on the dropship.

"Apparently there's no one else here with any medical training so I need another set of hands." she explained shortly.

"And just how much training do you have? They said you were in the Skybox for a year, and you're what, sixteen?" demanded the former guard cadet.

"I basically grew up in the med bay. Learned alongside my mother's apprentice from when I was twelve. Became an official med apprentice at 15. Passed the medic assistant exam at 16, which the earliest you can take it by the way, and continued my apprenticeship for the nine months afterwards til I was arrested fourteen months ago. And actually I'll be eighteen next month." bit out Clarke in annoyance.

"Well, my hand looks much better." added Atom jokingly, drawing their attention back to him. "So she's got my vote to be the camp doctor."

Clarke laughed quietly at him, moving along to Harper.

"My arm doesn't fucking hurt as much." muttered Murphy halfheartedly.

Wells walked up slowly, handing Clarke a blob of the seaweed, and looking at the floor rather than the people.

"Clarke was considered a med prodigy." he added quietly.

"Only because my mother was training me to be a doctor from the time I could walk." muttered Clarke darkly.

Wells shook his head, but retreated back to the corner he'd been working in.

"No, it's not. Most kids wouldn't have picked it up like you did. Most kids wouldn't have even be able to watch all of that." he countered gravely, but Clarke just ignored him to work on Harper's hand.

"I'll do what I can, but I'm not a doctor." repeated Clarke grimly. "Charlotte, come here and clean this-" she instructed, ignoring the rest, including Bellamy.

"Clarke! I've got us a tent right outside here!" announced Octavia as she darted into the ship threw the makeshift curtains Clarke had Wells put up. "Enough room for the three of us!"

"O, you can sleep in my tent." cut in Bellamy immediately.

But Octavia's scrunched up her nose and shook her head. "No, thanks, big brother, I'll stick with the girls."

"Why not put all of the girls close together?" suggested Harper thoughtfully.

"That'd be good. O, why don't you go suggest it to the others." announced Clarke quickly.

Octavia grinned before bounding out the dropship with all the energy of a puppy, with Bellamy following grimly in her wake.

It wasn't until she'd shuffled Atom, smirking at her, Harper, who'd said she was going move her tent to besides Clarke's, and a narrow-eyed Murphy out of the dropship and cleaned up a bit that Clarke lead Charlotte out to the fire, with Wells trailing them.

Bellamy, Octavia, Monty, Jasper, Finn, Atom, Murphy, Miller, and Monroe were loosely grouped together near the fire, and several of them waved Clarke over.

As soon as she got close enough, Finn jumped up, waving a stick with a hunk of roasted meat at her.

"I saved you some food!" announced the bright eyed boy eagerly, shoving it into her hand.

Clarke smiled briefly, but immediately handed it to Charlotte instead of taking a bite before nudging her over to where Octavia had made room for the kid with a smile. The youngest of them looked anxious and unsure sitting between the flashy Octavia and Monty, but nibbled at her ration hesitantly anyway. She noticed that at least half the kids had broken their bracelets off already.

"Thanks, but I want to make sure everyone gets something to eat at least." countered the blonde medic shortly.

"There's still some more, but only cause Bellamy's got a group watching the wall making sure no more panthers show up for the party." explained Jasper lightly.

"How many guys?" asked Clarke.

"Five, why?" asked Bellamy grudgingly.

"They need to eat too. I'm going to bring them some." explained Clarke, turning away.

"I'll do it so you can go ahead and eat." offered Monroe, standing up quickly.

"Thanks. We need to save Harper some too. She said something about moving her tent." replied Clarke, accompanying the other girl towards the fire, with Wells still trailing behind.

"I'm sharing with her and Fox." offered Monroe friendly.

"Well, we'll be neighbors then because when Harper heard Octavia, Charlotte and I are sharing, she decided to move next to us, by the dropship's door. We were thinking the girls should stick together down here since there's so few of us." replied Clarke causally.

"Works for me. Maybe we can get the other girls to move their tents too..." wondered Monroe easily as they started grabbing meat.

"I'll bring Harper some. Thanks for bringing it to the guys on watch. They should get some before anyone else decides to get extra." murmured the blonde firmly.

"No problem." answered Monroe, walking off towards the wall with five sticks of meat in hand and a smile on her face.

Clarke had grabbed one for herself and another for Harper, before Wells grabbed one too. There was only a couple pieces left, she realized, and stopped.

"Besides Harper and the guys on watch, has anyone else not gotten a serving?" yelled Clarke over the noise of a hundred chatting kids, who slowly shook their heads.

"Good. Until we get better at hunting, rations will be slim, and we need to remember that everyone needs to get a share." she called out again, listening to the various scattered agreements for only a beat before heading towards the two lone tents by the dropship's door.

Harper came out of the second tent as Clarke approached, with Wells still on her heels, and Clarke offered the kebab out with a smile.

"Brought you some before the guys finished it off." she explained lightly before taking a quick bite of her own now.

The group left behind went back to chattering, though Atom grumbled about Wells.

"So is Jaha like her bodyguard, or pet?" asked the boy with the thickly bandaged hand courtesy of Clarke.

"Follows her like a dog, and gets ignored anyway. Must be a naughty pet." muttered Murphy sarcastically.

"They were friends before she got locked up, plus his dad floated hers, so I'd say she has plenty of reasons to have a complicated relationship with him." snapped Octavia hotly.

Harper and Clarke, with Wells still silently trailing behind, rejoined the group by the fire. These were the ones Clarke had known best from the one hundred, she thought painfully. Somehow Clarke had ended up sitting between Bellamy and Wells, unpleasantly, while Harper had laughed but taken Monroe's seat, who sat the other end of the group when she returned, joking about how popular she was with the guys on watch now.

Apparently she'd already spread the word about the girls claiming their own area, closest to the dropship, because Clarke soon saw several other tents being awkwardly set up near hers. Bellamy appeared to be brooding, to Clarke's familiar eye, and she was content to sit quietly, listening to the group's excited, tired, voices. Dark was quickly pressing down upon the camp, and everyone was too exhausted to be as rowdy as she remembered. Spirits were still high though.

"Sunrise is probably going to wake a lot of people, I don't think the tents will block it out very well." murmured Clarke quietly, only noticed by the boy on either side of her, Wells simply nodded, lost in thought still, but Bellamy grunted an acknowledgment.

"They won't like, but we should probably try to get everyone to get some sleep. Not yet, but in a couple hours at least." she continued quietly, this time Bellamy grunted in annoyance.

"We're setting bedtime now?" he asked sarcastically.

Clarke sighed. "It'll be hard for anyone to get any sleep as long as others are up messing around."

"We're not their parents." bit out Bellamy.

"No, but we are the oldest- you especially. We should be looking out for them." countered Clarke curtly.

"I did not sign up to play dad for a hundred kids." bit out Bellamy.

"No, but you want them to follow you, don't you?" she asked knowingly, and he gave her a hard, searching look.

"So, what, Princess, I'm in charge just like that?" he asked sardonically but she just smirked at him.

"Oh, not just you, you're not. Absolute power and all that." she murmured back velvety soft, and he actually returned the smirk.

"We can give them tonight, and then tomorrow when everyone's awake at dawn with the sun and miserable because they stayed up all night, then we'll set a bedtime. At least a quiet time." she offered calmly. After a long, tense moment, he conceded with just a brief nod.

Though Clarke and Bellamy agreed to leave the teenagers to their excitement at staying up late, Clarke hustled her new little apprentice to bed three hours after sunset. Charlotte had grumbled only for a moment, before curling up on the pitiful excuse for a pallet under Clarke's watchful eye. Only after the girl was asleep, worn out from hiking, carrying water, and the sheer adrenaline of the day, did Clarke emerge from the tent, to where the rest were still happily reveling in their newfound "freedom".

"Got your baby all tucked in?" asked Bellamy teasingly, and Clarke just laughed at him, seemingly surprising him and Octavia both.

"She's a good kid, and too young to just be thrown to the wolves." replied Clarke after she'd retaken her seat beside Bellamy. Wells had wandered off sometime while she was gone.

"How old is she anyway?" asked the eldest of their number.

"Just made twelve a couple weeks ago. Was in Skybox for two years." replied Clarke grimly.

Laughter drew their attention to the rest of their group, and they saw Octavia smirking, while Atom looked red faced but pleased. Bellamy began to harp on his little sister, and Clarke tuned them out, thinking over the differences of today, and the first day she "remembered". It was so terribly odd to compare them. If Clarke understood this at all, things would only continue to become more different from her memories, as even little changes caused ripples...

Octavia stood up to storm off after rowing with her brother, and Clarke thoughtful stood up to follow. But only after running a hand softly along Bellamy's arm and giving him a light smile, which he blinked at The blonde had thought the "old" warrior girl wanted to vent and rant, but the moment she slipped through the flaps, Octavia had remembered the sleeping young girl. Biting her tongue, she nodded meaningfully at the remaining space, leaving one side of Charlotte free for Clarke, but taking the other side.

When the younger blonde began to whimper in her sleep, both of the older girls shifted closer to her still lost in sleep so that Charlotte quietened down without waking up.