I don't own any part of The 100. Any of the direct quotes from the show, belong to The 100 writers, so they deserve all that credit. Only the twists and turns are mine. Enjoy!
BLUE EYED SISTERS – Ch. 6
Day 7. Oct 16
(Raven POV)
"That's it, Monty!" I yelled happily. "We've got comms!" Monty and I yelled to the group when we finally heard the static.
It had been several hours after Octavia had been brought in, and I noticed it was dawn.
"Are you serious?" Clarke asked with renewed hope and I nodded.
"Ark Station. This is Raven Reyes. Come in, Ark Station." I called into the mic Monty helped me build, but only got static in return.
"Ark Station, do you read? This is Raven Reyes. I'm transmitting from the ground. Can anyone hear me?" I asked desperately, and again we got nothing but static.
Bellamy returned from the upper level, just as there was a loud sound from outside that seemed to make the drop ship walls shake. I noticed a tall and intimidating man coming down after him. I couldn't focus on them because within moments, the tent flaps by the door started to blow in with heavy wind. All the kids began running inside to get away from the rain that started falling heavily.
I ignored the commotion and continued calling the Ark. I was sure Monty and I had done everything right. We were so confident in our mic and speaker, that we'd even started building a monitor screen so we could see who we were communicating with soon.
"Please come in, Ark Station. I'm on the ground with the 100. We need you." I said again, starting to lose hope as I watched Clarke worrying over Octavia's wound.
"This is a restricted channel. Who is this? Identify yourself." Sinclair broke through, and I'd know it anywhere so I felt all my hopes restored.
"It's Raven from Mecha Station. I'm transmitting from the ground!" I said excitedly as everyone clamored around me. "The 100 are alive. Please, you need to get Dr. Abby Griffin right away." I told him.
"Copy that! Hang on Raven, we're trying to boost your signal." He responded and I smiled brightly at Clarke and the others, as they started hooting and cheering.
"Raven, are you there?" I head Abby ask and Clarke's eyes fell closed before she reached to speak into the mic.
"Mom?" She asked almost unbelieving.
"Clarke!" Abby gasped, almost brokenly.
I watched Clarke's demeaner go from almost thinking she was blissfully dreaming, and then to I watched her expression harden.
"Yes, it's me. I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a grounder." She stated, getting right to business.
"Clarke, this is the chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?" Jaha asked.
"Yes. The Earth is survivable. We're not alone." She responded, looked at Bellamy apologetically and he seemed resigned to her relaying that information.
"Mom, Octavia is dying. The knife is still in her upper abdomen." Clarke stated, trying to get back to the most urgent reason for the transmission.
"Octavia Blake?" Abby gasped the question, but was eclipsed by the Chancellor.
"Clarke, is my son with you?" Jaha asked, which made everyone look at each other with trepidation.
"I'm so sorry. Wells was... Wells is dead." Clarke replied with a shaky voice and watery eyes.
After several moments, Abby came back on the line. There was increasing static, so I tried checking the wiring but everything was perfectly fine.
"It's got to be the weather." Monty commented and I nodded, finding no other explanation.
"Clarke, we need to hurry. Satellite shows the storm is going to get much worse for you guys down there." Abby announced just as Clarke asked Monty to bring her the moonshine.
It took some time, but with Abby's help, Clarke was able to pull the blade out. Unfortunately, Octavia bled a lot more than Clarke was prepared for. She told Abby that she sewed the wound, but Octavia still looked very pale.
"Mom, Octavia lost more blood than I'd like. She's cooler to the touch than she should be. If we were on the Ark, I believe we would consider a transfusion." She stated, not really phrasing it as a question.
"Clarke … her … same blood type." Came Abby's broken response, but Clarke seemed to get what Abby was trying to tell her.
"Bellamy, you probably have the same blood type, right?" She turned to Bellamy, who's eyes widened in fear that I didn't understand until he spoke.
"No, Clarke. She and I have different blood types. I have my mom's but Octavia's was different. We only know because of a blood test done after she was imprisoned to the sky box." He told her. "I remember they told me we'd been lucky that she never got sick because her blood was extremely rare." Bellamy added.
"Shit! I know from experience how that can be." Clarke exclaimed with actual fear in her eyes as she looked at Bellamy. "Mom, I need you to check the data base for any of the 100 that might have Octavia Blake's blood type? Please hurry." Clarke begged taking hold of Bellamy's arm.
"Don't have to check, Clarke. You ... use yours. You … have ... same bl – type." Abby was coming in and out.
"Octavia and I have the same blood type? But, you told me Dad and I were the rarest on the Ark." Clarke tried to understand.
"I wanted … tell you... found out. But … wasn't time. Clarke, you ... Octavia … same blood … sisters." Abby announced through a very broken signal, but there was no misunderstanding what Abby told Clarke.
"What?" Clarke in complete shock while Bellamy looked even more lost.
"Did … hear me?" Abby asked. "You are sisters ... Jake Octavia's father ... You both … same blood type." Abby yelled like she thought that would help the message get through better.
"I can't be hearing this correctly, can I?" Clarke asked, looking around the room to everyone's shocked faces but unable to believe what Abby was telling her.
"Mom, the signal is really bad. It sounds like you're telling me that dad was Octavia's father and that she and I are sisters with the same rare blood type. That can't be true, is it?" Clarke got as close to the mic as possible.
"Yes... all true." Abbe declared with finality, right before the signal dropped for good.
For several seconds, only the sounds of the storm winds, heavy rain, and thundering increased.
(Bellamy POV)
Clarke and Octavia are sisters. Abby Griffin confirmed it. At Abby's words, I had a vague memory of a man I met as a kid. He let me help him with the air vents. Griffin, I remembered. That was Clarke's father. He was a good man and kind to me and my mom. He even gave us food tokens, I recalled. He was Octavia's father. Clarke and Octavia have the same blood type because they are sisters. My mind came back to that as I stared into Clarke's wide and shocked eyes.
Before I or anyone said a word, Clarke jumped into action. I watched her prepare a small basin that she washed out with moonshine. She fastened a needle to a thin tube, both which she recovered from the med kit on Raven's ship. Next, she poured some moonshine onto her hands and then on her arm, near the inner part of her elbow.
With only a look in my direction but no words spoken, she stuck the needed into her arm and pumped the end of the tube. I could do nothing but watch as her blood flowed through the tube and into the basin. Still, there were no sounds, except for the storm outside. I didn't even think I was breathing the whole time she was doing that. When I noticed Clarke's eyes begin to droop, I yelled.
"Stop, Clarke!" My words startled her awake again and she removed the needle from her arm.
She clumsily scrambled towards Octavia. Clarke and poured some moonshine on O's arm, then on the needle before sticking it in Octavia's arm. I watched as Clarke slowly pumped the end of the tube again. The blood went from the basin, through the tube again, and into my sister's arm. The whole thing was like a magic trick that I never imagined I'd ever see. I didn't have to look any anyone's faces to know that they remained quiet because their thoughts were probably along the same lines as mine.
"That should be enough." Clarke smiled at me once the blood basin was empty, but the coloring in her face was off.
I only she realized she was about to faint after it was too late for me to catch her. Luckily, Jasper managed to prevent Clarke from hitting the floor. We lay her on a cot beside Octavia, and I sat between them.
No one spoke for a long time after that. Eventually, almost everyone found a corner to relax in and ride out the rest of the storm. They kept their conversations light enough, that I almost fell asleep myself.
Several hours later, I could tell the worst of the storm had passed. I was still feeling drowsy, but I'd forced myself to stay awake in case something happened with Octavia or Clarke.
"Bellamy, I've never seen anything like that." Lincoln spoke, surprising me because I'd forgotten all about him.
"Neither have I." I admitted, then looked over Clarke's sleeping form.
"You care for her." Lincoln commented and I looked towards him because I wasn't sure who he was referring to. "Your sister, obviously. But you care for Clarke, as well." He added and I nodded with a sigh.
"For what it's worth, I believe she feels the same way about you. Like I told you before, I've watched your group for some time. She looks to you a lot, and she looks for you if you're not within view. Tonight, when everything she thought she knew was proven wrong, it was you she sought." He told me and I saw myself reflected in his words.
"I do that too... look to her. I look for her too." I told him and saw him nod, like he'd already noticed. "But tonight, I think she was just her making sure I wouldn't freak out with the new information." I added.
"Maybe, but it looked more like she needed to gather her strength to do what she needed to. Sometimes, looking at loved one can strengthen one's resolve to do things that are difficult or scary. That's what it looked like to me. I believe Clarke would have done anything to save Octavia, even if they weren't sisters... and she would have done that for you." He said resolutely, forcing me to accept the truth in his words.
"He's right, you know." Clarke said, surprising me.
"Clarke, how are you feeling? You've been out for hours. You scared me half to death." I told her, helping her to sit up.
I didn't know which part of Lincoln's statement she was agreeing with. I wondered if it was regarding her feelings towards me, or about saving Octavia's life for me. But I couldn't dwell because I just needed to know she was okay.
"I'm fine, feeling a bit tired, but that's to be expected after blood loss. Has Octavia woken up, yet?" She asked, reaching for O's arm to check her pulse.
"No." I said. "Our' sister hasn't woken up yet." I added and noticed my tone came out harsher than I intended and saw the hurt in her eyes. "Sorry." I whispered and looked away.
"Don't do that." She said, taking my hand in hers but I still couldn't look at her. "Do you think this is any easier for me?" She asked and I could hear that she was on the verge of tears, so I turned to her.
"My dad and I told each other everything. I was always closer to him than mom. I thought I knew everything about him before he died. Now, I find that he cheated on my mom and fathered another daughter. I just …." Clarke stopped, seemingly unable to continue or not knowing what to say.
"Of course, it's not easy for you either. I'm sorry I snapped. I just don't know how... I'm trying to get a handle on it." I admitted and she scooted closer to me, laying her head on my shoulder.
"Maybe we'll have better luck figuring it out together." She told me, mirroring words I'd spoken to her before and I nodded in agreement.
"And who might you be?" Clarke asked Lincoln after several moments.
"I'm Lincoln. I found Octavia after she fell and got hurt. I took her to my cave to heal her wound before any of my people found her. I intended to bring her back, but Bellamy and his guys surprised me. One thing led to another, and Octavia was stabbed with my knife." Lincoln glossed over the events of last night to Clarke and I watched her eyes take it all in.
"So, I'm not crazy... You're a grounder?" Clarke asked him and he smiled at her.
"Grounder. Yes, I believe that is what your group call my people." He smiled at her. "I am Lincoln Kom Trikru. Trikru is the formal name of our people. You are Clarke and Bellamy Kom Skaikru. That is how my people refer to yours because you fell from the sky." He told us and we shared a chuckle at that.
"What's so funny?" Raven asked as she woke up in her corner by Monty.
Once Raven woke up, Monty and Jasper did as well. Jasper got up quickly, to look over Octavia. He looked to Clarke with worry marring his features. She shook her head but smiled reassuringly. Once they noticed Lincoln's presence, they all turned to Clarke and I hesitantly.
"Guys, this is Lincoln... of the tree crew." I told them and Lincoln chuckled at my pronunciation.
"He's the grounder that stabbed Octavia." Finn said angrily from his corner, where I hadn't even noticed him.
"Accidentally... and only after you attacked him unprovoked." I responded standing up to him, feeling pretty angry myself. "Lincoln found Octavia after she fell. He was trying to heal her. He would have told us that if you hadn't attacked him the way you did." I spoke letting my voice reflect the anger I felt towards him, which I'd pushed aside all night.
"Finn?" Clarke asked, surprised by my words.
"These grounders are capable of heinous things. Or did you all forget what they did to Jasper?" Finn deflected and turned to Jasper.
"Well, I haven't forgotten. But I also know that Octavia tried to reason with Lincoln in that cave. She wouldn't have done that if he'd hurt her. In fact, she told us he hadn't hurt her before you went at him." Jasper spoke, taking Octavia's hand in his. "If you hadn't attacked him, Octavia wouldn't have gotten hurt." He added and I nodded.
"Finn, that's not the person you are. Why would you do that?" Raven asked, not understanding her boyfriend's actions.
"Clarke, it wasn't like that." Finn turned to Clarke, ignoring Raven's question.
"Clarke didn't ask the question, Finn. I did, so explain it to me." Raven demanded, pulling his arm so he'd face her instead of Clarke.
"It was made clear from day one, that these people only respond to force and violence. You have to understand, Clarke. You were there when they attacked Jasper." He said to Clarke, yet again ignoring Raven.
Raven's eyes darkened momentarily before she stepped away from Finn. She looked around the room, and walked towards the drop ship doors. The rain had become a light sprinkle, so she just walked outside and many others filed out with her. I looked back to Finn and saw that he was still staring at Clarke with an imploring look on his face. He hadn't even noticed Raven leaving.
"What's a girl gotta do to get something to eat or drink around here?" Came Octavia's question, making us all turn to where she lay on the bed.
"Octavia, thank God!" Jasper yelled, echoing my thoughts.
One look at Clarke, and I noticed she was smiling with her eyes closed. When her watery eyes found mine, they communicated to me that Octavia would be okay and I felt relief flood my body.
"You're going to be okay, O." I told her reassuringly.
"Glad to hear it. Right now, I feel like I've been hit by a meteor." She responded, lightly holding her hand to where she'd been stabbed. "Clarke's handy work?" She asked with a small smile, referring to her wound and looking for Clarke.
"Yep. I'm sorry if it hurts. We don't have anything for the pain." Clarke lamented with teary eyes that Octavia couldn't understand yet.
"Thanks for helping me again. You saved me. You don't have to be sorry that it hurts and it's certainly no reason to cry." Octavia told Clarke, taking hold of her hand, which only made Clarke cry harder.
"I have something that can help with the pain." Lincoln told us and Octavia took sight of him.
"You do speak English!" She accused. "Why didn't you just admit it?" She asked him with a smile.
"I wasn't sure I could trust you or your people yet. Besides, all of Trikru was ordered not to avoid communication with your group. I'm breaking that order by being here and speaking to you all. But, as I told your brother earlier, I believe our people can work together and help each other." Lincoln answered her and she accepted his explanation. "I'm gonna get the Jobi for her pain and I will return." Lincoln added, and I had no idea what a Jobi was but I supposed I would find out later.
"Hey guys, can you all give us a moment with Octavia alone? Please?" I asked the remaining stragglers who, no doubt, wanted to find out the conclusion to what they found out the previous night.
Once they filed out, I caught Clarke's worried look. She had finally stopped crying but looked about ready to start up again. I could tell she was anxious about how Octavia would react to the news, and probably to her. I wanted to reassure her, but I couldn't predict Octavia on this.
Octavia and I grew up never knowing who either of our fathers were, because Mom never entertained that topic with us. I might never find out who my father was, but O was about to find out Jake Griffin was her father. She was about to find out that if things had played out differently, she could have been the princess on the Ark, instead of living under the floors her whole life. I had no idea how she'd take to finding out that Clarke was her sister either. I didn't even know where to start.
"Raven managed to contact the Ark last night." Clarke told O and I saw my sister's smile. "It was a good thing she did, because I needed my mom's help to save you."
"Oh Clarke. I mean, I'm glad she helped you save me or whatever. But, I know how you feel about what she did to your dad." Octavia responded and Clarke sobbed.
"Our dad." Clarke told her between sobs then turned to me for help.
"What?" Octavia asked confused, taking Clarke's hand again.
"O, last night we learned some stuff and I'm going to need to listen." I said and she nodded. "Once Clarke got the knife out, you started bleeding a lot. Too much." I told her, shaking my head of the memory before I continued.
"Clarke and Abby agreed that you needed a blood transfusion. When I explained that you and I have different blood types, Clarke asked Abby to find out if anyone else on the ground had the same blood. Abby's response was..." I was at a loss for words, but Clarke jumped back in.
"Shocking, is one word." Clarke added and I nodded.
"Yeah. So, thing is, Abby already knew who the match would be. Abby ran tests on you when you were registered on the Ark and taken to Sky Box. Last night, we learned that Clarke was your same blood type. Abby told us the reason for that is because Clarke's dad was also your father." I said and I watched her closely, trying to gage her emotions, but she didn't move.
"Comms went down soon after, but Clarke jumped right into action. She drained her own blood, then pumped it in to you. Craziest thing I've ever seen, O." I told her honestly, but still didn't get any reaction out of her except that she turned to stare at Clarke, who'd already started crying again.
"Do you hate me?" Clarke asked Octavia with such vulnerability than I'd ever heard from her, and it almost broke me.
"Hate you?" Octavia asked, utterly shocked by Clarke's question. "How the hell could I possibly hate you after everything you've done for all of us ... for Jasper … and for me?" Octavia asked, trying to sit up so I helped her.
"Well, because of the way you had to grow up while I …" Clarke was about to ramble on, but Octavia pulled her in for a tight hug.
I watched the two most important people in my life hug like their lives depended on it, and I felt choked up inside. I saw Clarke's eyes were closed over Octavia's shoulder, but she was smiling slightly. I already knew they got along, but that was proof that Clarke loved Octavia, as well.
"Clarke, I remember when you told me that you envied me having Bell to grow up with because you grew up so lonely on the Ark. Sure, my life was anything but easy and pretty scary at times, but I was never lonely. How could I hate you for the way you grew up, knowing that?" Octavia said to Clarke, as I registered the new information I didn't already know about Clarke.
"But if I'd have known..." Clarke went to speak, but Octavia cut her off.
"You couldn't have known, Clarke. That's just the way it is. Do I hate the one-child law on the Ark that prevented my mom from telling your dad about me? Yes. Would our lives have been different if we'd grown up as family? Absolutely. But there isn't anything we can do to change the past." Octavia's words were so wise, it made me feel so proud of her.
"I know you're right, Octavia. I do. I just hate the way we had to find out, you know. And when I think of my dad... our dad... I just know that he would have loved you, too. But, he'll never get the chance to meet you, nor will you know him. He was a really great father, and you'll never know." Clarke lamented as tears streaming down both their faces.
"He really was a great guy." I chimed in, surprising both of them. "After Abby's confession, I remembered having met him as a little boy. It was only a couple of times, but he was incredibly kind towards me." I explained after noticing their confused faces. "He told me I was a great assistant and..." I added and then remembered something else that made me smile widely when an idea came to mind.
"Do either of you remember how you learned your right from your left?" I asked excitedly and they both nodded, holding up their left hands with their fingers making an "L".
"When I met Mr. Griffin, he let me help him screw in one of the air vents. I asked him which side to turn it, so he explained by showing me this." I told them excitedly while holding up my left hand just like them. "He also taught me a rhyme to help me remember which way to tighten or loosen the screw."
"Righty, tighty..." I said with a smile.
"Lefty, loosy." They both echoed and we all laughed.
"I learned it from him and taught Octavia. I know it's a small thing, but technically, it's something that you both learned from him." I told them, and saw the raw emotion on their faces.
"Thank you, Bellamy. I'm so glad you remembered that." Clarke smiled broadly, wiping away the last of her tears.
"Yeah, that was pretty cool, Bell." O also told me as I hugged her with one arm while wiping her tears for her.
"I'm glad I remembered too. But, I'm sure Clarke can tell you anything else you might want to know about your dad." I said and looked to Clarke as she nodded emphatically.
"Absolutely." She confirmed and after a moment of hesitation.
Clarke already had one of O's hands in hers, but she stepped really close to me side as I held Octavia against one side. I didn't hesitate to put my other arm around her shoulders, hugging Clarke to my other side. I couldn't be happier than I was in that moment, holding them both in my arms. I still had to speak to Clarke about my feelings, but I knew that would have to wait a bit.
"There's something I never thought I'd see." Octavia commented with a laugh, referring to Clarke and I hugging instead of fighting.
"Shut it, O. Can't a guy bask for a moment, glad that both his girls are alive and well?" I asked, and only caught my words after I'd said them.
"Your girls, huh?" Octavia asked while Clarke hugged me tighter, which I liked.
"Yours?" Clarke asked, not pulling away, so I nodded to them both.
"Will you both just let me bask? It's been a hellish week." I said with a smirk and shut my eyes as I held them against me.
"Nice. Very nice. How can I get in on that?" Came Jasper's voice interrupted from the entrance before my minute was up.
"I guess that's enough basking. I'll go check on the others and the storm damage." I said, releasing my girls as Jasper walked towards us.
"Thanks for helping me find Octavia last night, Jasper." I told him and he nodded with wide eyes.
"Of course. I'd do anything for her." He told me seriously, before taking my place between them, and I truly believed him.
Before I went outside, I saw him put his arms around Clarke and Octavia. Basically, he managed to put himself in the same position I had been standing in when he arrived. I heard Jasper joke about it never getting better than sisters and I smirked.
"Crazy nut." I chuckled to myself at the thought about him and Octavia.
Neither of them told me anything, but there seemed to be something between them. If it were anyone else, I would jump to overprotective mode. But Jasper had proven with his actions, time and again, that he was worthy of Octavia. If she returned his feelings, I wouldn't stand in their way.
Speaking of standing in the way, my eyes fell on Finn as he stood off to the side of the drop ship doors. There was so much to do after the storm, but the guy always seemed to be hovering. And after what he nearly got Octavia killed, it was getting on my nerves worse than before. I decided to steer clear of him for the time being, and help get the camp in order, but I would be keeping my eyes on him.
At first, I thought Clarke and he might have had something going on with the way he was always around her. But after his finding out about Raven and seeing how he disregarded her, added to his actions in Lincoln's cave, I knew he wasn't what he tried to be. And judging by Clarke's reaction to my hug and my words, I was starting to believe Lincoln might be right about her feelings for me.
(Clarke POV)
"It just doesn't get any better than sisters." Jasper joked and my head fell back with a laugh.
It felt great to laugh after so long. There was still sadness in my heart and worries on my mind, but there was no denying that I was feeling happiness for the first time in a really long while. I couldn't believe I have a sister, and the word felt so foreign for me. But learning that it's Octavia, was as special as it could be complicated.
It still stung that my dad – our dad – wouldn't ever meet her, but Bell had been right. I would tell her everything she wanted to know, and more besides. In addition, I still felt bittersweet about the differences in how we grew up. Sure, I'd been lonely and that was no small thing, but I was never left wanting. Knowing that she and Bellamy faced so many struggles just to stay fed, hurt worst of all.
Despite all that, I chose to follow Octavia's lead and revel in the bright side of things. I usually tended to compartmentalize my emotions, something I'd apparently gotten from my mother. Octavia didn't guard her emotions, but she did tend to bring forth the lighter side of even the darkest things. I never met her mom, and maybe she got that from her, but it reminded me of my - our dad a lot.
It would take some getting used to, referring to my dad as our dad, but I felt good about it. She took the news very well and accepted me, which was more than I could have hoped. Never in my wildest dreams, would I have imagined I had a sister. But I did, and she is amazing.
I cared for her before, but I already felt my heart bursting with love for her. I had long since accepted what Bellamy did in the name of protecting her, but I finally truly understood the feelings behind the choices he made. I didn't necessarily like or agree with all of them, but I certainly understood them in a way I couldn't have before.
"Are you okay, Clarke?" Octavia asked and I realized I'd fallen quiet, caught in my own head while she and Jasper chatted.
"Better than, actually. I was just thinking how happy I am, for the first time in a very long time. You, my sister, are highly responsible for that." I smiled at her.
"I'm really happy too. It feels surreal." She told me and I nodded, feeling the same way. "But I couldn't be happier that I have you for a sister, Clarke." She added and I beamed.
"And I'm just happy to be among the love fest." Jasper chimed it, making Octavia and I laugh.
"Hey guys. I don't mean to interrupt, but I was hoping to try the comms again, now that the storm has passed." Monty spoke from the entryway with Raven was standing right behind him.
"Sure, but you gotta try something first. Come stand where I am." Jasper urged and Monty did as he was told. "Girls, give it to him." Jasper instructed and my eyes met Octavia's.
She winked with a smile and I knew what Jasper was getting at. Suddenly, she and I sandwiched Monty in our arms, planting a kiss on either one of his cheeks. He seemed stunned for several seconds, until Raven and Jasper started hooting and hollering.
"Some guys have all the luck, don't they?" A new voice said and we all saw Lincoln standing at the door watching us have our fun.
"Hi Lincoln, welcome back." I told him and he nodded.
"I brought the Jobi for Octavia. Our people use these to help dull pain. Just monitor how many you eat, because sometimes they affect reality. You may see or hear things that aren't there, or your feelings may get out of control." Lincoln explained and I took his warning to heart.
"Thank you, Lincoln. I was having a great moment but the pain has been pretty tough." Octavia told him and he told her she was welcome.
"Lincoln, do your people only eat them, or have any of you ever tried boiling or crushing them into a tea?" I wondered and his eyes looked like he was considering something he'd never thought of.
"We've never boiled them, only ever eaten them fresh from being picked. What is tea?" Lincoln asked and I felt my eyes bug out.
I told Octavia I'd be back soon and led Lincoln toward the camp fire as I explained that heat could increase the potency of the properties of some foods or plants. He asked if that had something to do with the speed I'd helped Jasper to heal and I nodded. I told him that while the seaweed helped the skin of the wound, the tea I'd made from it, treated his bloodstream.
We got into talking and he brought up how he believed our people could help his, and vice versa. He told me they could bridge the knowledge we had of the planet before going into space. They could teach us about the wildlife, plants and new geography, and how to survive the extremes of Earth's weather patterns. In return, he believed we could reintroduce them to the sciences that had long been forgotten by Earth's survivors.
I felt he was definitely on to something, but the hostility between our people needed to be addressed, and treaties would need to be reached. I didn't tell him my thoughts, choosing to address them with Bellamy first. Until the rest of the Ark came to Earth, he and I were co-leaders, after all.
That thought renewed my worry over what would happen to him when Thelonious Jaha and the council came the ground with the rest of our people. I'd only just gotten my sister and him in my life, but I didn't want to imagine losing him. Besides which, despite shooting Jaha, he hadn't killed him.
And besides all of that, he'd done so much for us all. The majority of these kids, myself included, were only alive because of him. He may have come for Octavia, but he'd saved us all and helped kept us safe. Whether or not he was technically one of the 100, I felt he'd more than earned his clean slate. I wasn't sure how yet, but I was going to find a way to get him pardoned.
"Clarke, Raven and Monty got the comms back up. Jaha and your mom want to talk to you." Jasper called from the drop ship.
I excused myself from Lincoln and went inside. I wasn't particularly excited to speak to my mother again, especially not after learning yet another thing she'd kept from me. Never the less, I'd go see what Jaha wanted to discuss with me. I felt I owed that much to Wells, if for no other reason.
(Bellamy POV)
Clarke was in her element as I watched her discussing the virtues of certain plants and their uses with Lincoln by the fire. I kept busy by helping to rebuild the part of our wall that had fallen because of the storm, but my eyes would wander back to her every little while.
I heard when Jasper called her inside to speak to her mom and the Chancellor and I exhaled. They would come down soon enough. If Raven was to be believed, my arrest would be atop their list of things to do upon arrival. I wasn't afraid to face the consequences of my actions, but things with the grounders weren't resolved.
If I was arrested, I'd be no help to my people. And by my people, I meant Octavia, Clarke and the rest of the 100. I had not come to Earth to lead or help any of them, and I certainly didn't want to be responsible for anyone that wasn't Octavia. But in such a short time, things evolved that way, shocking the hell out me.
These kids, had become my responsibility, in a way. I had gotten to know some more than others. And I'd grown to care for them. I'd learned to see the value in all of them as a group, which made their well-being important to me.
I would have to talk to Lincoln later. My best chance at avoiding capture by the council, would be to run. I had a place in mind, but I'd need him to teach me the best ways to live off the land, and how to avoid being killed by grounders. I'd wait to discuss this with Clarke and Octavia before it was time to leave, because I was sure they'd try to talk me out of it. I continued to put some plans in order, as I helped clear the storm debris.
Every once in a while, different kids were called into the drop ship. I didn't know why at first, but it trickled out eventually. Raven and Monty had rigged a screen, which allowed the 100 to speak to their parents on the Ark, and see them at the same time. I was starting to think there wasn't anything those two couldn't think of, build or repair.
As the day grew darker, I had exhausted myself. I finally went to my tent to take a load off. I wasn't planning to sleep so early, but I was starting to drift off when I heard Clarke call my name from outside my tent. Naturally, I told her to come in and I began to sit up.
"Oh, I didn't mean to wake you." She apologized but I told her I was just resting.
"Well, I won't disturb you. We can talk later." She told me, turning to leave but I called her name to stop her.
"You're not disturbing me, Princess. What is it?"
"Well, Jaha says they've begun preparations on the Ark and should be coming down in a few days." She said and my stomach tightened.
"He also mentioned there should be another bunker about a day's walk from here. He said I should look for it, and see what I can find there. Mount Weather is out, but this this bunker might have supplies that can come in handy for us. Will you come with me?" She asked, and I knew I'd say yes before I spoke the word.
This would give me the opportunity to scout the area. Maybe this new bunker would be better for me to hide out in, although the prospects of finding weapons or other helpful supplies had piqued my interest. Still, I had a question I needed answered before I agreed out loud.
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because I don't trust anyone else. And because despite Finn's talents as a tracker, I'm about ready to strangle him lately." She smiled and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. "What do you say?"
"I'm with you, Princess. When do we leave?" I asked her with a smirk, and she told me we should wait until morning.
A/N: First - I'm clearly not a medically trained person, and I'm well aware that Greys Anatomy does not qualify as medical training! Please do not shame me for my description of the blood transfusion. I'm sure it's all wrong and possibly impossible... but it's all I got. LOL
Next - Don't get me wrong. I understand that with the situation on the Ark being how it was, the one-child law had to exist. However, I don't think anyone (on the show) addressed the real possibility that it basically only applied to women... That totally blows!
If they're shooting for believable, I'm certain males had intercourse with women before getting married. And yes, I know that birth control is somewhat alluded to, but so was a certain level of poverty among the lower class. It would stand to reason that females of lesser class might have less access to proper medical options (art imitating reality, sadly). In either case, females could end up pregnant by a male they didn't marry. Then, that male might one day marry and have another child with their wife. (BAM, siblings) In addition, infidelity should have been taken into account. (sibling potential)
Even if women didn't have a second child like Aurora... My point is that men could have fathered multiple children, but I doubt they'd have been floated for it, as long as each woman only had one child. Was there really a limit to how many children a man could father? I guess it just pisses me off that even on a show as progressive as The 100, it was so blatantly unheard of for anyone to have a sibling (Ep. 1 everyone's reactions to Octavia). Slightly peeved that they made it seem like only the mothers were capable to produce said siblings, then be floated for something the men wouldn't be.
**And now, I've gone and vented my rambling frustration over a TV Show** (Okay, rant over) sorry LOL