Disclaimer: I do not own the 100 or any of its characters. I have not read the books, so this story is based on the show.


Anora woke to the sound of loud groaning coming from the dropship. Without opening her eyes, she turned in the makeshift bed Nathan had made the day before, and buried her face in the soft jaguar pelt. She let out a little groan of her own, feeling the ache of sleep leaving her body unwillingly. Jasper moaned in pain once again this time louder than before.

"There's no way he's in that much pain!"

Anora turned around in her bed to see Nathan lying next to her in his own makeshift bed, his hand covering his eyes to keep the light out. Without a pelt of his own, he was lying directly on the seatbelts he stretched across the bed frame in a zig-zag pattern, but he seemed comfortable enough.

"Why don't I stab you in the chest with a spear and we'll find out?" she said, her voice playful but her meaning clear.

"He's been like this all night," Nathan explained. He removed his hand from his face, and turned to face her. The bed frame he made from logs and wire creaked a little, but didn't give. "I can't believe you slept through it."

Anora shrugged. "At least it's not completely silent out there. I kind of miss the machine hum."

Nathan grunted in response, and sat up to put his shoes back on, ignoring her as he did. Anora sighed and did the same.

"So what are your plans for the day?" she asked him as she laced up her boots, but he only shrugged. Trying not to roll her eyes at him, she stood up to put her jacket on. She didn't like it when Nathan was in a bad mood. He had a tendency to make everyone around him feel bad when he did.

With the improvements that Nathan made to the tent, she could stand upright without bumping her head on the canvas. Though the material of the parachute didn't do any harm, it did make her hair electric. She didn't want to give everyone she touched an electric shock.

"I'm gonna check on Jasper, see if Clarke needs any help."

Nathan nodded. "Bellamy said something about needing people to go hunting. I think I'll join them."

"Oh," said Anora, feeling a little disappointed. "You're helping Bellamy, now?"

"I don't know, Anora," he said, running a hand over his face and letting out a sigh. "But I'm hungry, and following Bellamy is our best bet on surviving down here. And maybe he lets me keep my wristband if I help him."

"You think so?" she said, her skepticism plainly written on her face.

Nathan scowled. "It's a much better idea than saying lame stuff like 'I wish you choke on your food', or whatever you said last night."

Nathan stalked out of the tent without another word, leaving Anora behind to ponder his words.


Anora climbed up the ladder, and crawled out of the hatch on the third level. The level was dark, with only enough light to see the outlines of Clarke, Monty and Jasper.

Jasper didn't look good at all. He was still groaning, though not at loud as before, and breathing heavily. His skin was white as a sheet of paper. Clarke held his head towards a cup of water, but he didn't seem to be able to ingest any of it. The water spilled over his lips and down his naked chest, where the green poultice covered his wound.

"How's he doing?" she asked Clarke, as she approached them. Clarke let out a heavy sigh and shook her head.

"There's been no change. I don't know how to help him," she said. "Without any real medical supplies, I don't know what to do."

Anora nodded. Jasper was probably not going to make it, was what she was telling her. They were only kids, after all. How were they supposed to patch up someone who had gotten stabbed by a spear?

"Clarke," she said softly. "What's going on between you and Wells?"

Clarke looked hurt, before she steeled herself into a look of anger.

"It's nothing," she said, as she sat up into a rigid position.

"It's not nothing. You've been avoiding him. Something happened. Is this about Finn?"

"Even if something happened, it wouldn't be any of your business," said Clarke sharply, her eyes filled with ice.

Anora flinched a little, but nodded. "Sorry. Being nosy, I guess," she mumbled under her breath, lowering her gaze back to Jasper. She smoothed his hair, and ran the palm of her hand across his forehead. She felt the heat under her fingers, and turned to Clarke.

"He's burning up."

Clarke looked up from her hands to Anora, and then to Jasper. "Right," she said, before wetting a cloth in a basin of water. She wrung the cloth before placing it on Jasper's forehead. The two girls fell into a silence. The only sound was the groaning coming from Jasper, and of Monty tampering with one of the wristbands. After a few minutes, the sound of Anora's stomach growling was heard. Clarke raised an eyebrow at her.

"Wow," said Monty. Anora giggled a little, and looked back at him.

"Shut up," she said. "We're all hungry."

Clarke frowned. "Didn't you eat last night?"

"No," said Anora. "The restaurant was only open for those without wristbands, remember?"

She held up her arm for Clarke to see, and Clarke nodded, doing the same with hers.

"You should have found us. Finn managed to sneak some of it away, we'd have shared with you."

Monty groaned behind her, but Anora only shrugged.

"I was thinking of heading out into the woods again to find something edible," she said. "Did you eat last night, Monty?"

Monty shook his head. "I didn't even know about the food, I stayed up here with Jasper."

"I'll bring something back for you, then."

Monty gave her a sad smile. "Thanks."

Anora didn't return until an hour later, with Wells' makeshift pack full of wild asparagus and some blackberries. The asparagus were thinner than the ones grown on the ark, and much more bitter, but at least they were edible. She came across the blackberry bush on her way back, and had managed to return with scrapes covering both her hands and arms. In her excitement at seeing berries she had forgotten all about the thorns.

She stuck her one of her cut up fingers in her mouth, trying to ease the bleeding. The taste of blood swept across her tongue, hard and metallic. To counter it, she ate one of the sweet berries. They were perfectly ripe. She wondered when the last time she had tasted something so sweet was. The berries grown on the Ark were only used to make jam, and it didn't have the same fresh taste as these wild ones did.

Thinking of the Ark dampened her mood. She though of Thomas. What was he doing, now that there were no prisoners to feed? Was he given patrol duty? Did the guards know about the failing life support? Did he know she was alive? Her father knew, she was sure of that. But it wasn't like Thomas could just walk up to him and ask whether his daughter was still alive. Not without an explanation at least. And then, what would he say?

"Oh, sorry, I just really like your daughter's hair."

Anora shook her head in amusement, picturing her father's reaction in her mind. His slack jaw, and his dark eyes wide in surprise.

They would make it, she decided, as she walked back to camp. No matter what she would have to do, they would make it back to the ground. Her father, her grandmother, Nathan's parents, and Thomas. She would do whatever it took to convince Bellamy to spare them, and prayed it was not too late.


Anora climbed the ladder once more. She saw that Finn had joined Monty and Clarke on the third level. He was leaning against the dropship wall near Monty, one leg propped up and his arm resting on his knee.

"Morning," he said, as Anora joined them. Monty looked up at her expectantly, and she smiled a little.

"I found plenty of asparagus, but they're bitter, so you might not even want them. And I found some blackberries."

Monty didn't listen, only grabbed a handful of asparagus as soon as she emptied the pack.

"Clarke, you hungry?"

Clarke shook her head, too busy inspecting the poultice on Jasper's chest. "I'm not hungry. Besides, you need it more."

"Finn?" Anora offered, holding up an asparagus at him. He took it, but refused any more.

"Clarke's right. You should eat."

Anora nodded, and they fell silent once again. It was difficult to make smalltalk when Jasper was in the room, groaning in pain once every ten seconds. She couldn't blame him. He was feverish, in pain, and not even conscious. She just wished she could do something for him, help him somehow. She found herself chewing on the asparagus more forcefully than needed. Though it eased the pangs of hunger, it still tasted terrible.

If Bellamy had just behaved like an actual leader. If he'd had their best interests at heart, perhaps they wouldn't be in this situation. She certainly wouldn't be this hungry, she would have eaten something the night before. Nobody would have had to remove their wristbands. And they would have all gone to Mount Weather to find supplies.

And perhaps all of them would have been attacked by grounders. Perhaps all of them would have been dead.

"I'm gonna remove the poultice to see if I can find out what they used on it," said Clarke, out of nowhere. Anora got to her feet and walked over to Clarke in the middle of the room, sitting back down next to Jasper.

"You sure about this?" she asked carefully. Clarke knew better than her on this, she was aware of that, but Clarke was also stubborn. Once she got an idea into her head, she went for it, without thought to the consequences.

"If we want to help him, we need to know what the grounders did to keep him alive. If we can find some of the same plants they used, maybe we can save him."

Anora nodded. "But won't removing the poultice make him worse?"

Clarke hesitated. "I don't know," she said, but recovered from her hesitation. "But this is our best chance. If we do nothing, he's going to die."

Anora took a deep breath, but nodded. She watched as Clarke brought a knife to the poultice, slipping it under the edge of it all the way around. Clarke put the knife away, and lifted the poultice off his wound.

"The grounders cauterized his wound," she said, as she inspected it. "It saved his life."

Anora could see the slightly blackened flesh on Jasper's chest, and she knew what Clarke was talking about. The grounders had burned the flesh to stop the bleeding. But why?

"They saved his life so they could string him up for live bait," said Finn, stepping closer to them. "Garden of Eden this ain't."

Clarke dabbed a cloth on the wound, trying to clean it. "This is infected," she said, but paused. "He could be septic. Any progress on using the wristbands to contact the Ark?"

Clarke turned to Monty, who stared at Jasper, not replying.

"Monty!" she said, getting his attention.

"That would be a firm no."

Clarke sighed. "My mother would know what to do."

"Hey," said Anora, and grabbed Clarke's arm. Clarke her head to look Anora in the eyes. "You'll figure this out," Anora assured her. Clarke's face softened, and she looked as if she would cry until Wells interrupted them.

"How's he doing?" he asked, crouching down next to Clarke, who snapped at him.

"How does it look like he's doing, Wells?" she said, refusing to even look at him. Anora almost jumped in surprise. She'd seen Clarke angry before, but never with Wells.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help," said Wells in his defense. Though Anora liked Clarke much better than him lately, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He had done as much as anyone else in the camp to keep them all alive, and had gotten nothing in return. Bellamy was revered as their leader, everyone looked up to him, with only a few exceptions. Though few actually liked Clarke, they all respected her. Anora herself hadn't had any bad experiences with anybody. Most people kept away from her, because of her father, she assumed, but nobody had dared to treat her badly. Perhaps in fear that she might not want to feed them anymore. Even Finn was well liked in the camp, and he was seen as a bit of a rebel.

But nobody respected Wells. Nobody thanked him for gathering food the first day, or for being the one to kill the jaguar. The whole camp seemed to hate him, even his best friend.

"Clarke," she said, watching Clarke trying to keep her anger together. "How can we help you?"

Clarke nodded, took a deep breath and closed her eyes to think clearly. She opened them and fixated her gaze on Jasper's wound.

"Alright, you want to help?" she said. "Hold him down."

Wells grabbed a hold of one of Jasper's legs, while Finn moved to hold down the other. Anora positioned herself at Jasper's shoulders, pushing them down. Clarke grabbed the knife again and sterilized it in the small fire they had going up there.

"I'm not going to like this, am I?"

Clarke brought the knife to Jasper's chest. Anora looked away, but kept her hands steady on Jasper's shoulders. He cried out in pain loudly, with more force than before. With him writhing around in pain, she struggled to keep him down, but was doing a better job than Wells. Jasper kicked out at him, and his Wells in the gut. Wells let out a low groan of pain, but threw himself on Jasper's feet again, putting all his weight over him.

"Hold him still!" ordered Clarke. "I need to cut away the infected flesh."

As she said this, Jasper let out a single sob. His eyes rolled back and his body relaxed, as he passed out due to the pain. Clarke put a finger on his neck to feel her pulse, when Octavia burst through the hatch.

"Stop it! You're killing him," she said, sitting down next to Clarke by Jasper's head.

"She's trying to save his life," Finn assured her.

"She can't," said a low voice. Anora looked up to see Bellamy following Octavia through the hatch. Monty threw him a cold look, and Wells got to his feet once again to challenge him. Anora found the wet cloth that Clarke had used earlier, and wiped Jasper's forehead, face and neck free from sweat. Let the boys argue amongst themselves. Jasper still felt too hot with his high fever, and that was her concern.

"Back off," said Wells coldly.

"We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die," said Clarke, supporting Wells for the first time in a while.

"Kid's a goner. If you can't see that you're deluded. He's making people crazy!"

"Sorry if Jasper is an inconvenience to you," she replied harshly, "but this isn't the Ark. Down here every life matters."

"Take a look at him," said Bellamy, his voice grating the words. "He's a lost cause."

"Not to us," said Anora suddenly, looking up at him for the first time since he entered the room. "He's our friend. You're expecting us to let our friend die. How could you ask that of us?"

Bellamy frowned, but his words had made an impression on Octavia who was on the verge of tears.

"Octavia," said Clarke gently. "I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there's hope, there's hope."

"This isn't about hope, it's about guts. You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for 3 days." Bellamy paused, and looked Anora in the eye. "I'm not asking you to do anything. If he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself."

Bellamy turned around, and walked to the ladder, before turning back towards Octavia.

"Octavia, let's go."

From the corner of her eye, Anora saw Octavia tense up. She took a deep breath, before saying, "I'm staying here."

Bellamy grabbed the ladder and climbed down without his sister. Anora gave Octavia a look of gratefulness. She had defied her brother, no matter how small the gesture was, she'd shown him that she was on their side. Perhaps she could convince her brother to spare Jasper.

"Power hungry, self-serving jackass," said Monty, watching the hatch where Bellamy had disappeared. "He doesn't care about anyone but himself. No offense."

He shot a look at Octavia, but she just shrugged in agreement.

"Yeah, Bellamy is all that," said Finn with a sigh. "But he also happens to be right."

Clarke stared at Finn in disappointment for a second. Anora felt her stomach twist at the words, wishing she could believe otherwise. Bellamy was right. Jasper was weak, in pain and no one seemed to have a clue on how to help him. Yet letting him die without doing their best to save him, was non-negotiable.

"I'm gonna go talk to your brother, see if I can change his mind."

Octavia gave Anora a look of disbelief. "How?"

"I have no idea."


Bellamy was at the outskirts of the camp. Along with Nathan, Atom, Jones and two other kids she didn't know the name of, a boy and a girl. They was gearing up to leave as Anora approached them, facing the woods. She cleared her throat to announce her presence. The six of them all snapped to attention and turned to face her. Surprise crossed Nathan's face, whereas Jones and the other kid looked curious. Bellamy was carrying the steeled mask she had gotten so acquainted with.

"Can I talk to you?" she said, looking Bellamy in the eye. A look of confusion swept across his face, but he nodded. With a signal to the guys to wait, he walked a little ways away, Anora following him. They weren't quite out of earshot, so they kept their voices low.

"If you're here about Jasper-"

"I am."

Bellamy looked back and forth between the group waiting for him and Anora. He brought a hand up to rub his temples, and let out a heavy breath. Anora stepped closer to him, placing heir weight on the balls of her feet, looking up at him.

"If you really believe he's not going to make it, why not let us try to save him? What harm does it do?"

"He's in pain," he said, his brow furrowing.

"Jasper wouldn't want us to give up on him, that's not who he is."

"Who he is?" he said skeptically. "He's the dying kid driving people crazy. I'm trying to do the best for the camp, and Jasper constantly reminding people of the threat out there is bad for morale."

Anora nodded. "I get that! But giving up on one of us is not going to help morale either. What happens when someone else gets hurt? We need to take care of our own! You need everyone to believe you have their backs. Gain their trust by doing the right thing, even if there's an easier way out."

He stared down at her, his eyes wide, dark and rich, and so similar to her own. They were almost almost pulling her in. They both blinked at the same time, and Bellamy seemed to snap out of his thoughts. He took a step back, and ran a hand over his face.

"You should come with us," he said, ignoring what she had just said.

"Huh?"

"Hunting," he explained, his voice louder than before. It caught the attention of the rest of his group. "You should learn how."

"Why?" she asked, still confused, but didn't get an answer as the four other guys walked over to them.

"I don't think that's a good idea," said Nathan carefully, but Bellamy frowned.

"We're gonna need someone who knows where whatever animal we find is vulnerable."

"She's unarmed," Nathan explained, looking back and forth between his newfound leader and best friend. Bellamy grabbed her arm, and placed something cold in her hand. She looked down to see the glint of metal, and a piece of red parachute wrapped around with blue wire in her hand.

"Now she's not," said Bellamy simply, before walking towards the woods. "Let's go."


Sorry it's been a while guys, school has been really busy lately. And now that exams are coming up, I'm procrastinating by being productive in every single part of my life that has nothing to do with school. I decided to split this chapter in two, so I've got the next chapter almost ready to go. I just need to edit it. I expect it will be done by the end of next week.

To those of you who have been sweet enough to leave reviews in my absence, thank you so much! And also, thank you for the follows and the favorites. You guys are super nice!