***Hey there! I'm so glad that people are reading this! I'm not actually a writer, and have no clue of what I'm doing. I can handle criticism, so please leave me honest reviews! I only have 2 and I would love some more! I've been listening to a Spotify playlist for the 100 while writing, there are so many songs that really give me ideas for scenes. I woke up this morning all sad, because once again I still own nothing of the 100. Let's check in on the Ark for a brief moment shall we?

~Chapter 6~

"Sir, we need to find a way to get to the ground!"

Abby watched as Kane tried to talk sense into Thelonious. She knew he had only given up because of Wells. If he was still alive, Jaha would be doing everything in his power to get everyone down to the ground. After Diana's betrayal in taking the Exodus Ship, she understood the defeatist attitude, but at some point he had to realize that giving up was not the way to go. It was imperative that they try to live up to whatever the history books may one day say of them. If nothing else, they needed to give the rest of the people on the Ark some hope. She watched as Thelonious cut through all the arguments and left the room. She walked up to Kane and grabbed his attention by laying a hand on his arm.

"Marcus, he may be giving up, but that doesn't mean we have to. Let's make the rounds and see if anyone has any ideas. Maybe someone out there has thought of something we haven't." She waited for his acquiescence and followed him out of the council chamber.

Jaha sat down at his table with a special bottle meant for the ground. Too bad he would never reach it. He pressed play on a video he had watched too many times since he sent his son to die on Earth. He couldn't believe it had come to this. He had such high hopes for his people, imagining all sorts of happy scenarios once they landed safely on the surface. Instead, here he sat, waiting for death to come collect them all. At least some of the 100 continued to survive the harsh realities of life on Earth. He still had hope for future generations. He glanced at the screen and listened in amusement as a young Clarke and Wells giggled about something when they were supposed to be practicing for the Unity Day Pageant. As he heard himself explaining to the children about the system they had for staying in space, he had an epiphany, there might be a way to save them after all! They just needed to let the Ark fall into the Earth's atmosphere, and let gravity do the rest.

They all thought he was nuts. They all went along with it anyway. There really was no other viable option really, they could die doing nothing, or they could die trying to get to the ground. People scrambled to gather what they could carry, and rushed to the designated areas to get a spot before launching. They had a limited window of time, or they would miss their chance to land near the 100. As they counted down, everyone sat in anticipation, some crying, some praying, and some holding hands. When the countdown ended, and nothing happened, a sense of hopelessness pervaded amongst the people.

"Sinclair, what happened?" The Chancellor's voice came through on the comm.

"The remote detonator failed, it will have to be done manually." He replied, scared he would be ordered to do it himself.

Marcus looked at Sinclair, knowing that he needed to atone for his actions of late, he squeezed Abby's hand. Once he had her attention, he sat looking at her for a moment, memorizing every line on her face, the way her hair swept along her brow, the stubborn set of her jaw, the look of defiance in her eyes as she realized what he was about to do.

"Abby, it has to be done. Please, I need to know you understand. I need you to get to Clarke. To the 100. Help Jaha lead our people, but most of all, live. Please, for me." He squeezed her hand as she leaned in and wrapped her free arm around him. He hugged her briefly and a felt a tear fall as she kissed him on the cheek.

"May we meet again." She whispered brokenly.

"May we meet again." Kane stood and walked carefully minding where he stepped, with so many people crammed into the tight space, he had to be watchful that he didn't step on anyone. People reached up to clasp his hand as he walked past, a tribute of sorts. He had only taken a dozen steps or so when they all felt a jerk. Sinclair confirmed that they had launched. They heard Jaha's voice on the comm, wishing them "God speed" and knew he had stayed behind to manually separate the Ark Stations from the ring.

Back on the ground:

Clarke was exhausted, she had spent the last few hours bent over Finn's body, trying to keep him there among the living. She had stitched up so many wounds, that she had lost count. By the end of it all, she still wasn't sure if he was even going to make it. He hadn't stirred a bit during the whole process. To top it all off, she had Raven as a patient as well, because if she didn't remind her to eat or drink, she just didn't. She sat by Finn the whole time, running her fingers through his hair and reminiscing about their lives together, trying to coax him into consciousness. When Clarke was finished, she set up a bed next to Finn and got Raven settled in. She promised to send someone around with food for the day and then dinner once it was time. She stepped out of the dropship and into camp, based on the sun she was guessing it was a little before noon. She felt Bellamy's presence right behind her, he hadn't left her side since this morning. She knew he had plenty of responsibilities to see to, but every time she tried to tell him it was okay for him to leave, he gave her a pointed look and told her to shut up. Normally she would have bristled at his tone, but while she would never admit it, she really needed him today and was grateful he stuck around.

"Come on, Princess, let's go get you cleaned up. Grab a change of clothes and meet me by the gate." She opened her mouth to speak, but he interrupted her before she could "Clarke, you are covered in blood, you've had a rough few days, and to be frank, you are starting to smell. This is as much of a benefit for the camp as it is for you." He smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, but we can't be gone long, I need to check on Finn, take inventory on supplies, and go gather anything I'm running low on."

"Not to mention taking care of the inevitable injuries." He rolled his eyes "I promise we won't be gone long, now go get your stuff." Bellamy gently pushed her in the direction of her tent, and then headed to his own. He quickly gathered up a change of clothes, a couple of furs, and headed out to find Octavia. He found her sorting rations with Jasper and Miller.

"O, I'm taking Clarke over to the river to get cleaned up. I need you and Miller to keep camp going while we are gone. Miller, you are in charge of camp, send a couple of gathering parties out once the hunters return. O, I need you to be in charge of taking inventory of our supplies. Once the hunters return, I want you to lead one of the gathering parties. Grab Lincoln and make sure you get as many plants with medicinal properties as possible. I don't want Clarke to have to worry about replenishing her stock with Finn needing as much as he does right now. I also need you to check in on Finn and Raven every now and then, and have Monty watch over them while you are out."

Octavia's face lit up like a lightbulb. He knew it was because he was not only letting her out of camp without a fight, but ordering her to go, and to take Lincoln with her. He was trying to show her that he trusted her, and that he was just trying to keep her safe. Clarke had brought it up a week ago, and their conversation stuck with him and forced him to reevaluate the situation. It was right after O had slipped out of camp, he was getting ready to go after her to bring her back when Clarke stepped out in front of him.