A/N: Whew! Longest chapter yet. Hope it's what some of you have been waiting for. If not, don't throw eggs at me. I would hate to have to wash them out of my hair! :(

Bellamy woke with a start, confused until he remembered where he was. He listened again, not sure what woke him.

"Clarke? Clarke damn it, answer me!"

That's what woke him. Someone on the other side of the ship was calling for Clarke. They must have started to wake up from whatever the guards used to knock them out.

"Does anyone see Clarke?"

"She's here by me, but she's still out. That you Miller?"

"Jasper? Yeah it's me. Who else can you see?"

"Monty is next to me, he's still out too. I see Monroe behind Clarke and I think she's waking up. I don't see any of the others, do you?"

"Good, that's more of us than we figured. Octavia is next to me. She's out still too but ok. I've called out for Sarah, John and Melissa but I don't think they are here."

Octavia! They mentioned her name and she was safe! Bellamy sat back and decided to listen more at what was going on. It was clear these two guys knew his sister and Clarke, knew them well and that meant he needed to learn as much as he could about them.

"Uh hey Miller, we have a problem."

"What Jasper?"

"Well do you remember what Clarke said to do when we first got up? Well there are three and they are all close to her."

Bellamy tried reading between the lines and used their tone to try to figure out what was being said. The only thing he could imagine was nothing good.

"Fuck. Ok well we can't really do anything about it now. Sarah said no matter what we have to stay in our seats. So do not get up Jasper."

Yeah, now Bellamy knew it wasn't anything good. Three possible threats are close to his Clarke.

"I won't move. I don't want Clarke mad at me, she's super scary."

Both boys and Bellamy laughed at that, but all agreed in their minds, Clarke was someone you wanted to stay on their good side.

The chatter quieted down for a while before sounds of more and more of them waking up could be heard. There was panic, crying, swearing and almost all of them called out for other people.

Octavia's voice was the first one he heard that he was waiting for.

"CLARKE!"

Octavia screamed out, the fear of not seeing her friend was hard to handle and Bellamy wondered about it. His sister had to have known that they might not be placed together so this much fear was unreasonable. His heart skipped a beat as he figured it out. Octavia wasn't scared because she couldn't see Clarke. No, she was scared that Clarke might not even be on the ship. Bellamy had forgotten that it wasn't all prisoners that would be sent, only one hundred of them. He let out a sigh of relief that she was on the ship, he didn't even want to think of alternative.

The Miller guy was quick to sooth her fears, telling her that he already asked around and she was here and with a few of their friends. Bellamy clenched his fists at his sister's tears of joy. He couldn't stand any of her tears, never had been able to.

Octavia talked back and forth with a few people but he stopped paying attention once finding out that it was mostly gossip.

Then a male called out his angel's name.

"Clarke? Clarke can you hear me?"

At his question came utter chaos. People started talking much louder, yelling out question after question.

"I could hear you better if everyone would shut the hell up."

Ah yes. How he missed her snark, her bossy ways and damn it, everything about her. Her voice made his body burn with want and he longed to touch her.

"Much better, thank you. Anyone got anything for me?"

The way she asked it reminded Bellamy of an officer demanding a report and her reply confirmed it.

"Octavia, Jasper, Monty, Monroe and I are all we see so far. John, Sarah and Melissa got left behind. Risk factor is seventeen at last count."

"Thanks Miller. Tavia, you ok?"

"I'm better now." Bellamy could hear the smiles in both of their voices and it made his own come out. Only for it to slide off his face when a voice that could only be described as slimy spoke up.

"Wow Miller, could you be further up her ass?"

"Shut your face Murphy if you don't want me to kick your ass when we land."

This Miller person must have been known to back up his threats because at it, the slimy bastard did in fact not say another word.

Happy that both of his girls were up and talking, Bellamy sat back and wished for the time to go by faster. He was desperate to land.

After waking up Clarke was stressed almost instantly. The news that most of their core group was on the ship pleased her, however some of the people around her did not.

Back in lock up they had made a list of the people they didn't want on Earth with them, the people that they had to be the most careful of. Hearing that seventeen of them had come down them was more than she had counted on. She began to doubt that they would be able to handle them. Yes they had been in with their plans and agreed with them but no one trusted them that they would actually work with them and help out. Which would be needed, they would all have to work together.

On top of them there was the addition of someone she flat out never wanted to see again. Her ex friend, the boy that had been the reason her father got floated, son to the Chancellor, Wells Jaha. He was sitting on her right and had tried to talk to her but she refused to even look at him. She didn't have time or the energy to really waste on ignoring him but did it anyways. She had more important things to do. Like staying calm and getting ready for what came next for them. Either they opened the doors and started to live, or they opened the doors and the radiation killed them. The whole situation was so stressful and Clarke knew that it was only going to get worse.

At once all the monitors around the ship came on and Chancellor Jaha's face popped up. He gave a pretty speech filled with lovely words that sounded like broken promises. It impressed no one but did tell them some important information about some supplies that should be found on Mount Weather, where they would be landing.

She locked eyes with Jasper and saw the worry in his face. Trying her best to seem ok and worry free herself to keep him calm, she smiled at him. It relaxed him some but she could feel his eyes on her as she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and tried to meditate.

It worked, she was able to escape inside her mind and block everything else out. The next time she opened her eyes it was because the ship was free falling and everything and everyone was rattling around.

Clarke tried her best to yell out for them to stay calm but it didn't do much use. She herself screamed when two bodies came flying above her head, hitting the wall and falling to the floor to never get up again. Why didn't they listen and stay buckled in?

Then there was no movement, no sound, the ship was still.

It didn't take long for it to kick in for everyone what that must have meant, they had landed. There was a flurry of activity as all of them hurried to unstrap themselves and head to the main door.

At the door everyone's excitement died down and fear was strong on their faces. Monty pushed Clarke so that she was next to the door and turned her around to face everyone. She knew he wanted her to say something but words failed her until a small hand grabbed hers, she didn't even need to look to know who it was. With Octavia beside her she felt much stronger.

"You all heard what Chancellor Jaha said, we would be pardoned for our crimes if we landed on Earth. Well here we are and I guess that means we are free. But you know what? I say we have been free since the moment they drugged us without our permission and sent us on this suicide mission. They wanted to use us as a test, that's why they sent us, the delinquents, because in their eyes we are replaceable and expendable. I say we are not!"

Cheers came from every corner of the ship and it only gave Clarke more of a reason to keep going.

"Once we open these doors we will no longer be a part of the Ark. We will be a part of the Earth and I say it's time we showed those back on the Ark just what we are made of! All of you heard the rumors that some of us had ideas for when we got here, some of you have even been in on those plans and most of you helped with them on some way. I'm here to tell you that yes, we have plans to not just survive here but to keep living for years to come. But they won't work if we are not all together! We have to work as a team and if we do, we will prove to the Ark and anyone else who doesn't believe in us that we are more than they thought! We are more than just expendable!"

More cheers of agreement and loud stomping finished her speech and went on for long moments. It stopped when someone started to push their way to the front.

"Nice words but I have a problem with them. You see I don't think we want another crappy leader, another person to just tell us what to do. If we want to party and have fun, I say that's what we do!"

Murphy, of course it would be him. And of course some cheered at his words too, the idea of fun sounded great to them. Why wouldn't it? Most of them were sixteen and younger.

Clarke watched as Miller nodded his head as if he agreed. "Yes one big party does sound fun but what about after? What will you do for food? Where would you sleep? Out in the open? What if it rained or snowed? What about showers, how would you stay clean? Would you just go to the bathroom anywhere you pleased like an animal? And you ladies that cheered at that, what would you do each month for your female supplies? What if one of you got hurt how would you get healed without some kind of medical area? On top of all that, the person you want to complain about leading us? Well she's the one with the most medical knowledge, she could be the one that saved you if something horrible happened to you. She out of all of us could be the one person that really makes a difference in who lives and who dies down here. For that alone I would look to her as a leader and would follow her anywhere."

Miller's words hit home as strong as Clarke's did and some of the females even looked horrified at the reminder that they might have their cycles without anything to help them. His talk of her being a leader got on her nerves since it was something she had denied over and over as wanting, but each time she did they told her that it had to be her, there was no one else.

"That's right, think about it. On the Ark supplies had been limited but we still had them, we had adults giving them to us. But here? Here we are on our own. It's now up to us and only us to provide anything we need, food, water, shelter, clothes, even something to wipe our asses with. But hey, if a party is more important, go for it."

Clarke stepped up again when Miller seemed to be finished. "No one said anything about a leader. I just spoke up because yes, I seemed to have the most information on things we should do. Does that make me a leader? Maybe to some, or maybe it just makes me someone who can push us all in the right direction when we need it, to do the things we must."

Octavia squeezed her hand in support and it warmed her heart.

"However talks of leadership isn't even important right now, we first have to open the doors and see what's out there. See what supplies we have and go from there. Is everyone ready?"

She expected more yelling but instead she got only silence. Everyone watched in silent awe as Clarke motioned for Octavia to open up the doors.

The silence continued as the door slowly was pushed open and light began streaming in through the cracks. With one final push Octavia fully opened the doors and could only stare out at the sight before her. It was all any of them could do.

Trees, grass, sunlight, the sky, rocks, the sound of birds. It was all things they had only read about or seen on showing of movies in the recreation rooms on the Ark. Things they all had secretly wished to to see but never thought they would.

The air! They breathed it in, fresh and clean, so different from the artificial air from the Ark.

Octavia took one step forward, then two. Three. And then she was running, flying down the ramp, only to stop right before she stepped off.

She looked back at Clarke, partly scared, partly looking like a young child wanting for permission to leave their parents sight. Which Clarke gave her with a grinning nod and shooing motions with her hands.

With a whoop she leaped off the ramp, landing a foot away in the grass and dirt, dancing around wildly in joy.

Clarke gave her a moment to herself and then she snapped the others out of their own bliss and pushed them forward. Soon everyone but her and Miller was on the ground looking around at their new home.

"Miller, would you go see if you can find the supply area? We should see what they sent us with now, we have no idea how long we have until it gets dark."

Miller snapped her an almost mocking, but joking, salute and went off to do what she asked as she herself slowly walked down the ramp to go stand near their friends.

Bellamy had been tossed around some but thankfully was unhurt when they landed. He had heard the speeches Clarke and her friend gave and was impressed with both, they really had a shot if they had the chance to do what they wanted.

Bellamy decided would help give them the chance, the time and the help. He would do whatever it took to help his angel with her plans. If only he could get out of this fucking supply area, why did this door only open from the outside?

Like magic someone opened the door he was pacing in front of.

Both men leaned back in shock, one more than the other. Bellamy opened his mouth to say something but the teen beat him to it.

"Bellamy?" His name was almost whispered, but Bellamy could hear it loud and clear.

"Yes. How do you know who I am?" He demanded.

"I've seen your face every week for months. Clarke must have drawn it dozens of times in her cell. I'm Miller, a friend of her's."

Bellamy couldn't have been more shocked if the legendary Big Foot stepped out and said he was his father. His angel drew his face? A smug part of him loved the fact that his face was something his angel saw before she went to bed.

He grabbed Miller's hand that he had held out for Bellamy to shake and looked him carefully up and down. Not as one might do to a good looking female. But as to decide what kind of man he was.

His hands were rough, he was used to hard labor.

His body was lean but the strength in it could be clearly seen.

Intelligent eyes that saw too much, read too easily. Eyes that had measured him in the same way. He wondered what he saw.

Bellamy could find no fault in the boy, he was happy his girls had Miller on their side. It seemed that Miller also was ok with what he saw because he nodded and slightly smiled at Bellamy.

"Well the girls will be happy to see you, I know they both missed you." Miller looked behind Bellamy and paled. "Is that all the supplies they sent us with?"

"Actually no. They didn't plan on sending us with any. When I snuck on the ship I came here and the supply section was empty. I only had like two minutes to grab as much as I could and could only hope I grabbed enough or at least the things that would make the most difference down here."

They shared an uneasy look at what Bellamy said. That the Ark was going to send them with nothing spoke so much and without saying a word they agreed that this wasn't something they wanted everyone to know just yet.

Bellamy followed Miller out and around the ship. He was almost to them, he would hold them in just seconds.

Miller was in front of him and when he got to the others he cleared his throat to get their attention. "We had an additional passenger." Maybe he would have said who he was, but it wasn't needed as Octavia came running at him.

"BELL! OH GOD, BELL!"

Bellamy picked her up as she flung herself at him and swung her around, hugging her as tightly as she was him. Her tears fell hot on his neck and they made him squeeze tighter.

As much as he loved Octavia, she wasn't the only one he wanted in his arms. He lifted his face up and searched the crowd for her. He didn't have to look far for she was standing close, but not close enough, she would never be close enough even if she never left his side again.

Clarke was watching them through her own tears but she was also looking at him as if she was studying him. When their eyes met she blinked once, twice, before understanding and sadness filled her eyes.

What did she see in his face? What did his eyes tell her?

Clarke figured Miller would come back with news of a plenty of supplies, or maybe that the Ark sent them with no supplies. Nothing, nothing at all, would have made her think that he would come back with Bellamy Blake.

Happiness, shock, confusion, grateful, relieved, she felt it all. He was here with them, she would never have to worry about him up in the Ark without them, never have to wonder if they would even ever see him again.

Then their eyes met and she read them, saw what he was trying to hide. He had always been so terrible at hiding his emotions from her and Octavia. His eyes always spoke the truth to them. And this time his eyes held a tormented pain that she had seen before, she saw it when she had looked at her reflection in the mirrors back on the Ark. He was broken, something happened to him and it gave him have an inner darkness, a demon to fight.

Which she understood, maybe more than anyone else for she too had her own demons to slay.

Clarke didn't know if she wanted to know what his demon was or not. If she knew, she would want to try to help, and she had no idea how to do that. She couldn't even help herself.

Her feet moved without her noticing when one of his arms dropped from around his sister and silently called for her. She had almost reached him when another girl stepped in front of her, forcing her way into his arms.

"I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide"
Imagine Dragons- Demons