Bellamy fumbled to grab the falling girl as she slumped into his side. He was surprised by the sudden weight but managed to get a good enough grip on her to prevent her from falling to the ground. Elliot groaned, coming out of her short unconsciousness and grabbed at his shirt. He braced himself, holding her up so she could regain her footing.

She blinked and dropped her head onto his chest, urging the spinning to stop long enough for her to disappear into her tent. But Bellamy had other plans. In a swift movement, he had Elliot propped against his side and was leading her in the direction of the dropship. A crack of thunder echoed through the trees and kept Elliot from protesting. She felt some relief when the clouds open up above them, cold, refreshing water raining down on them. By the time they were able to reach the dropship, they were both soaking and a majority of the camp was already huddled inside, trying to escape the rain.

Elliot immediately searched for Finn. She wasn't surprised to find him lying unconscious, the blade still protruding from his body, though she had hope something had improved. Raven and Clarke were leaning over him, dabbing at the sweaty forehead and arms with wet cloths. By the look on their faces, there hadn't been any improvement.

"Clarke." Bellamy's voice boomed above her. She had momentarily forgotten he was beside her and the sudden vibration of his voice rattled in her head. Her face scrunched up in pain, making her squeeze her eyes shut. When she opened her eyes, Clarke was already standing in front of her. Worry in her features. Her eyes scanned over Elliot, examining her for injuries. The girl wanted to wave her off, tell her to worry about Finn but the dizziness returned and her head dipped slightly, eyes drooping.

"She blacked out for a couple seconds. I'm going back out, but she needs someone to watch her." Bellamy explained.

Clarke reached out and grabbed Elliot's chin, gently lifting her head to examine her eyes once again. Elliot swatted her away, making it evident how irritated she was at the two of them. She wasn't the one they needed to be worrying about. She glanced back at Finn, finding Raven had also left his side. Tilting her head around Clarke, she found the girl bent over another work table, fiddling with something while other teens stood around and watched.

"Where did you bump your head?" Clarke asked, grabbing her attention once more.

Elliot ignored Clarke's question, turning to looking up at the man holding her, "Bellamy, you're not going back out there. It's only going to get worse."

Light from above stung and her vision blurred with pain once again. She felt Bellamy sigh against her side and he reached to the back of her head. Parting the hair carefully, he motioned with his head to Clarke.

"Back here. She was thrown by the asshole that got Finn, hit her head on something. She was down for a while."

Elliot grunted. Pushing off Bellamy, she crossed her arms, "He, more or less, tossed me backwards and I was down for a couple seconds. A little bump to the head isn't going to do anything. Clarke, you need to worry about Finn."

The blonde bit her cheek, turning to look at said boy only briefly, "I can't do anything until Raven gets contact with my mother. And a little bump to the head can do a lot of damage. You need to take it easy."

"Keep an eye on her." Bellamy let go of Elliot, leaving her to balance on her own.

Clarke nodded, letting him begin to step away and turned back to Elliot, whose mouth parted in protest. Finding no energy to argue with either of them, she sighed and crossing her arms again and averted her attention. She raised an eyebrow when Clarke showed the hint of a smirk, sending her a questioning look.

"Irritable," Clarke answered, only causing more confusion, "Irritability is a sign of concussion."

Elliot pursed her lips, "That doesn't count. I'm always irritated."

Another ghost of a feeble smile flashed over Clarke's face, and Elliot couldn't help but mimic it. She knew Clarke was stressed. Mentally, the girl was ripping her hair out, screaming at the top of her lungs, probably even wishing she could just step away from the leadership role and be one of the naïve teens running around, not caring about anything in the world. But Clarke's compassion and instinct forced her to do otherwise. There wasn't anyone in this camp that could save Finn, except her.

"Let me take a look at you. It won't take long," Clarke persuaded, "I have nothing else to do until Raven can get to my mother and it'll keep my mind off things."

Elliot couldn't argue with her and rolled her eyes. This only brought on what felt like thousands pin pricks stabbing her temples and she hissed, glancing at the female in front of her. She hoped she hadn't seen the wince of pain. Clarke tilted her head downward, eyeing her knowingly and with reluctant agreement from Elliot took the girl's arm. She led her over to the table beside Finn's, creating the sense of a medical ward within the bottom level of the dropship. Outside, rain hammered against the walls and roof and more teens ducked into the ship for protection from the weather. Thunder bellowed as lightning illuminated the sky.

"So you passed out?"

Clarke's tone had changed. For a brief moment, Elliot saw the girl's mother in Clarke's eyes. She had only met her a couple times when Abby did her routine Skybox checkups. The woman was always kind, regardless of if she wanted to be or if it was just her job, and Elliot had no problem with the woman coming in every other week to check her blood pressure or stick a needle in her arm. She hadn't seen the resemblance between the two until she first saw Clarke working on Jasper. They shared the same look of concentration, the same hopefulness. They held a sense of dignity when they were working.

She nodded and Clarke stepped around to look at the back of her head. She reached out and touched it, retracting when Elliot winced and ducked away.

"More or less fainted. It was only a couple of seconds." The injured girl groaned, itching to reach back and rub the goose egg growing on her head.

"Are you nauseous? Dizzy? Having trouble with your balance?" She continued to question, returning to stand in front of Elliot.

Elliot gave her a pointed look, "You already know the answers because you already asked the questions, Clarke."

Clarke stepped back a bit, hands rubbing together anxiously. She turned her head away, avoiding eye contact with her friend and Elliot chewed on her bottom lip. Reaching out, she took Clarke's hand. The girl was worried. Finn was lying a couple of feet away, dying for all they knew and she had no idea how to save him. It had been a rough start on Earth for all of them but while the others were distracting themselves with other things like running off and Bellamy's dumb motto; "whatever the hell they want", Clarke was carrying everything on her shoulders. From the very beginning, she had done what she could to protect them, regardless of the fact that more than half of them had hated her. She had kept them alive and it was taking a toll on her. Giving her hand a reassuring squeeze, Elliot smiled.

"It's gonna be alright. He'll be fine."

"But what if Raven can't make contact with the Arc? What if I can't talk to my mom?"

Elliot sighed. She didn't have a positive answer. Anything could happen. But they needed to have hope. Clarke needed to have hope. Giving her another reassuring squeeze, she let go of Clarke's hand and pushed herself off the table.

"We'll figure something out. We always figure something out."

Clarke took a deep breath, nodding as she tried to believe Elliot's encouragement.

"But right now, you need to find some water, rest for a little bit. If you feel any worse, let me know, alright? And don't go to sleep." Elliot saluted her mockingly, edging off the table Clarke had seated her on. Clarke shook her head in return, rubbing the bridge of her nose and turning around towards Finn. Elliot watched her for a moment before slowly making her way to the other side. Her throat begged for something cold and refreshing and she made herself comfortable by a water jug that had been lucky enough to make it inside. She yawned, eyes drooping but Clarke had made her promise not to fall asleep and she sat up, shaking off the exhaustion.


It became harder and harder for her to keep her eyes open as she watched Clarke pace at the other end of the crowded room. Other teens had quieted down, separating into small groups to busy themselves with made up games and empty conversations. Some watched to see what Clarke was going to do about the dying boy. Elliot leaned against the cold wall, minding the throbbing knot on the back of her head and took a deep breath. She had fought sleep for a good ten minutes, head aching from trying to keep her eyes open. Slowly, she began to give up and welcomed sleep happily. Her nap was cut immediately short by someone dropping their hand down onto her thigh. She jolted awake, groaning at the pain running it's way down her back and blinked at the familiar brunette in front of her.

Octavia gave her a feeble smile, shifting on her feet where she had squatted down beside Elliot's outstretched legs. Her hand rested on her knee, rubbing it affectionately as she let the older girl familiarize with her surroundings once again. When Elliot furrowed her eyebrows at her, she dropped back onto her butt, crossing her legs and smiled.

"Clarke told me to keep an eye on you. There isn't much else to do because of the storm so looks like you're stuck with me."

Elliot groaned, inwardly bickering at Clarke, but pulled herself up to sit straight. She didn't need a babysitter. She pulled her legs into her body, resting her chin on her knees and turned back to Octavia. The younger girl had cleaned up since they had returned. Her attitude was different, but only slightly, like she was irritated. And she was fidgety. Her legs bounced softly as she played with her fingers. She was anxious.

"What's going on?" Elliot questioned, eyeing the group of boys that disappeared outside the ship. There was distant yelling but she couldn't hear it over the drumming rain.

"The storm is getting bad. There are still people out there." Elliot knew who Octavia was worried about. Bellamy was still out there. And anyone that he had drug along for his little expedition was still out there. Another crack of thunder and a chorused gasp of surprise rippled through the teens.

"Mom, I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a grounder." Clarke's voice cut through over all the others and Elliot's attention perked. She leaned to her left, peering over Octavia's shoulder, trying to listen in.

"Clarke," Chancellor Jaha's voice broke through somewhere, surprising Elliot, "Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?"

Stumbling to her feet, Elliot moved as quickly as she could to the table others had propped against. Octavia stayed right behind her, a hand outstretched to catch the still dizzy girl in case she decided to fall.

"I'm so sorry," Silence had fallen over everyone when the two girls reached the group, heads turned to their blonde leader, "Wells is—Wells is dead."

Another silence rose as the 100 silently recalled the events of and after Wells' death. Elliot stepped to Clarke to show support when Abby's voice cut through. She began instructing her daughter only to start cutting in and out seconds later.

"Raven, what's wrong?" Elliot turned to the girl hunched over the radio she had created, twisting and prodding at wires and dials. Raven shook her head in response.

"It's not the radio, it's the storm." As if to prove her statement, thunder rumbled outside, shaking the ship slightly before dying off once again.

Finally, Abby's voice cut through again, "Clarke, we need to hurry."


Clarke had instructed Octavia to get something to sterilize tools and hands with and the young girl stood puzzled for a moment. It was Elliot that suggested Monty's moonshine, offering to go with her friend to retrieve it. Even when Octavia told her to stay with Clarke and be helpful around the dropship, Elliot still followed her out into the storm.

The rain was cool, soaking them to the bone the moment they stepped outside. It was the closest thing Elliot had come to any sort of cleaning since they landed and she rather enjoyed it. But they were pressed for time and enjoyment would have to wait. Instead, she quickened her pace, minding how it hurt if she tried running and led Octavia to Monty and Jasper's tent.

She wasn't sure how the boys had made such a sturdy tent, but she was relieved to see they were still safe and dry inside. Monty was leaned over a metal basin, the smell of the contents filled the small space. Jasper was lying on his back, staring up at the tent ceiling. They both jumped when Elliot and Octavia poked their heads inside.

"We need some of your moonshine." Elliot informed, minding the rain they were bringing in.

Monty twisted on his knees to look at her, quirking an eyebrow.

"It's to help Finn. We don't have time to argue. Please, Monty, just give us the damn moonshine!" Her voice rose in tone, startling them all with the brief harshness. She immediately felt bad for the outburst but if she took it back now, it would only waste time.

She apologized after Monty handed them two large cylinders and they ducked back out into the storm, flinching when thunder boomed. A crack of lightning illuminated the sky, dazing Elliot for a moment with the sudden bright light. She stumbled backwards, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Elliot?" Octavia's voice was barely audible over the rain. She sounded distant, miles away even. But when Elliot opened her eyes again, the girl was standing not five feet from her. She reached out and grabbed Elliot's arm, urging her to hurry once again. Elliot kept up her pace, a nauseous feeling settling in her stomach. She was almost more relieved when they reentered the dropship and she was told to sit down.

Just as she sank down, her vision blurred and she fell forward onto her knees. Harper, another teen she had become friends with throughout their first few weeks on Earth, stepped towards her. She held a small metal bucket, offering it to Elliot without a word. Elliot took it, though the feeling of throwing up vanished and she was left ride out another headache. All she wanted to do was sleep. Harper placed a bucket beside her, watching Elliot lay on her side, curling her legs up and making herself comfortable. The girl stayed close to Elliot while she tried to sleep, stealing looks at her every now and again while she watched Clarke with the others.

It seemed just as Elliot was able to fall asleep, something was waking her up again. This time it was Raven yelling. She was urging everyone upstairs, groans and mumbles replying back to her.

Harper stood over Elliot still, this time offering her hand. Elliot reached up and grabbed it, letting the girl pull her to her feet.

"Raven's moving us upstairs so Clarke can concentrate. Think you can make it up the ladder?" The girl was talking in a consoling tone, like a mother would to a sleepy child.

Elliot, too exhausted to reply with words, just shuffled towards the group ascending the ladder towards the second level. Her eyes met Clarke's and for a moment worry flashed across Clarke's features but she replaced it with a weak smile. Beside her, Raven had leaned down to Finn and whispered something. The boy's skin was pale and clammy, and Elliot's stomach flipped. Pull through, Finn. Please pull through.

She was one of the last ones up the ladder, joining the rest of the hundred in the smaller upper level. People bickered about size and temperature and Elliot felt herself growing more irritated by the minute. She just needed peace and quiet. When Harper wasn't paying attention, she shuffled her way to the ladder once again and quickly began climbing. She didn't hear the voices overhead until she was sticking her head through the hole in the floor.

Bellamy, Miller, and a couple other guys that she had seen following Bellamy around like a pack of dogs, all turned to look at the newcomer. She looked back at them, unsure what to say. Locking eyes with Bellamy, she waited for him to send her away. Instead, he stepped closer, reaching out to help her onto the floor. It was only after she was standing when she saw the Grounder tied up on her right. Her eyes widened and she took a step backwards. Bellamy reached out to grab her, eyeing the hole she had just come out of. With a wave of his head, the trapdoor was shut.

"That's what you went back out there for? To snag this guy?" Elliot was furious. Bellamy had taken teens out in the midst of a dangerous storm to kidnap the Grounder that had already tried to kill them. It was stupid and idiotic and whatever excuse he was going to give her wouldn't suffice.

"We need answers."

"Shut up." She groaned, shrugging off his gasp. She stepped towards the restrained Grounder, ignoring the protest from the other boys to stop.

"Bringing him here could kill all of us, Bellamy." She turned back to the taller male, eyes hard.

Bellamy swallowed, glancing at the others around them. He took a step towards Elliot but stopped when the Grounder stirred. Elliot turned around quickly, blinking as she watched the male move and flex. His eyes drifted open, filling with alert. He tugged at his restraints, lunging forward at the girl. She yelped, stumbling backwards. Miller was quick to grab her, pulling her to the side out of harm's way.

"Tie him tighter," Bellamy ordered, "The last thing we need is this bastard getting free because you screwed up."

Miller left Elliot's side to help the others and she sank against the wall. She felt like she was spinning, the pain in her head hadn't dulled since the flash of lightning. Movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she watched Octavia climb onto the third floor. The look on her face held just as much disgust with the older Blake as Elliot felt.

"I told you he was protecting me," She explained, "You didn't have to do this."

Bellamy turned to her, keeping her away from the male, who, if Elliot was reading him correctly, had calmed drastically since the younger female had entered.

"This isn't about you. I'm doing this for all if us." Bellamy explained. Elliot mentally rolled her eyes. A concerned look from Miller and she shrunk back. She was sick of people babying her. There were more important things to do and she didn't need people to worry about a little head injury. Especially people who hadn't given her the time of day before.

"I did this for Finn and Jasper and Diggs and John and Roma," Bellamy continued, "For Elliot."

Eyes shot to the girl in the corner and she swallowed.

Octavia stared at her for a moment before returning to bicker with her brother, "It wasn't even him."

Bellamy towered over his little sister, but she didn't seem fazed. If anything, Bellamy seemed to be the one afraid. The thought made Elliot smirk. Octavia could hold her own just fine. It was so much her that Bellamy was afraid of, as it was the fact that Octavia didn't need Bellamy to protect as much anymore.

"We need to know what we're up against," He continued, "How many there are and why they're killing us. And he's gonna tell us right now."

Elliot decided to interject then. The argument was getting nowhere, both Blake's too stubborn to admit any kind of defeat. Pushing off the wall she was leaning against, she stepped back into the middle of the room, and placed herself between the siblings.

"He kidnapped Octavia," She held up her hand at Octavia's protest, "And cleaned her wound, saved her life even. Then we show up. He stabbed Finn in defense, we attacked him, left him unconscious and locked up and then hours later, you assholes show up again, beat him around a little bit and drag him through a thunderstorm back to our camp where you are going to beat him even more so that you can get answers," She crossed her arms, "Bellamy, he's not going to tell you a damn thing. All you're doing is putting us in danger."

"Bellamy, please don't do this." Octavia pleaded.

"Get them out of here." Bellamy growled back, waving a hand at the girls.

Miller and Drew, another dickhead Elliot would have loved to punch in the throat, stepped forward and lead the girls to the ladder.

"I was there!" Octavia protested, "I- hey get- get off of me!"

"Bellamy, don't do this!" Elliot called out, trying to get through to him one last time, only to get a rough shove from Drew. The jolt knocked her head around a bit and she quickly quieted down.

When it was clear fighting wouldn't do anything, both girls admitted defeat. Octavia climbed onto the ladder, face red with anger. She stopped halfway in the hole and looked back at her brother,

"I don't even think he speaks English. He won't understand you."

And then she was gone, the echoed thud of her boots hitting the floor below. Elliot was still leaned against the ladder, eyes closed, throat tightening with the urge to vomit.

"Elliot?" It was Miller. He was standing behind her, leaning to get a good look at her face. When she turned to him, he straightened, glancing at the others. She felt lightheaded, her skin becoming clammy. She blinked, head rolling slightly to the side.

"Elli-" He started, reaching out to him.

She swatted at his hand weakly, leaning back over, "I'm fine, just give me a second, aright?"

And then she couldn't stop it. She gagged twice before she vomited, emptying the contents of her stomach into a metal bucket Miller had snagged just in time. He winced, setting the bucket down and stepping away. Her legs became shaky and she gripped the railing again, cold rushing from her head down to her feet as she sank against the metal bars. Someone grabbed as her sides, lifting her away from the ladder.

"I thought you said you were fine." Bellamy teased as he led her back to her original corner.

She grabbed at her stomach, relieved that at least one of her pains had dissipated, "I was."

She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, disgusted by the taste in her mouth, when the dropship shook furiously. She was ripped from Bellamy's side and thrown to the ground, landing hard on her side. Blackness clouded her vision for a moment before returning blurred. She grappled for something to hold onto, grabbing the first thing she could. It moved at her touch, twisting out of her grasp and she reached for it again. As her sight came flooding back in, she came face to face with Bellamy. She let out a startled breath, blinking until the small dots that floated around disappeared.

"What the hell was that? Are we under attack?" He lifted her up and placed her against the wall. Her head throbbed more than it had before and she pressed on her temples, eyes squeezing shut.

"Storm damage," Drew called back, "We're ok."

Bellamy turned back to Elliot, reaching up and pulling her hands away from her head, "You should have Clarke check you over again. You're only getting worse."

"When she's done with Finn, and he's okay, then we can worry about me."

They just stared at each other then, Bellamy more or less examining her as color returned to her cheeks. She blinked at him, swallowed back another bad taste in her mouth, suddenly feeling self-conscious with him this close to her. She shifted uneasily, only then realizing he was still holding onto her hands. Bellamy seemed to sense this as well and quickly let go, standing up to create distance between them. She didn't try to look up at him, knowing it would only hurt her to do so. Instead, she brought her knees to her chest and rested her forehead against her arms. Miller called to Bellamy and she heard him shuffle away, leaving her alone to compose herself.


At some point she had fallen asleep, waking up curled in a corner, her headache now dull and positioned just over the goose egg she sported. Another figure had joined them upstairs, this time being Clarke. She bypassed all of them, rushing towards the grounder. In her hand was the blade he had stabbed into Finn's abdomen, still covered in blood.

"What's on this?"

"What are you talking about?" Bellamy stepped forward, keeping her a close distance from their prisoner.

"He poisoned the blade. All this time, you knew Finn was gonna die, no matter what we did," Elliot pushed herself up, panic had settled in all of them, "What is it? Is there an antidote?"

Octavia arrived next, hurrying to the blonde's side, "Clarke, he doesn't understand you."

Bellamy weaved his way through the girls, hurrying towards a small bench structure and bent down to dig through something, "Vials. It's gotta be here."

Clarke and Elliot joined him, hovering behind him as he lifted a small container full of thin vials. They were an assortment of colors, worn and dirty. Clarke snatched it from his hand immediately, rummaging through it.

"You'd have to be stupid to have a poison around this long without an antidote," She quickly returned to the Grounder, holding the container to his face, "Which one?"

The Grounder stayed silent, glaring down at Clarke. He looked menacing, blood and bruises covering his face. He was a large man, muscle rippled through his arms and under his shirt. If he managed to get out, he could easily take most of them down. And he had every right to be. They had shaken the hornet's nest and now he was pissed.

"I'll get him to talk." Bellamy threatened, stepping forward. Octavia lunged at him, pleading for him to stop, but he just barely slipped out of her fingers. Elliot reached forward, grabbing at his arm as tightly as she could.

He spun around quickly, and ripped his arm from her grasp, "He wants Finn to die. Why can't you see that?" When Elliot didn't respond, he looked to Clarke, "Do you want him to live or not?"

Octavia was quick to put herself between Clarke and her brother, pleading with the other girl, "Clarke, you even said it yourself. This is not who we are! He was protecting me. He saved my life."

"We're talking about Finn's life." Bellamy interjected.

"Finn is our friend. He," Elliot pointed at the Grounder, "tried to kill him. He's still trying to kill him. Octavia, we need that antidote."

The younger girl retracted from the others, hurt that no one was on her side. She recoiled towards the ladder, watching as her friends advanced on her savior. Bellamy cut a seat belt from the ship, wrapping it tightly around his arm.

"You're gonna show us the antidote or you're gonna wish you had."

Clarke pulled Elliot with her to the side, holding onto her arm even after they were both in the clear. They stared on, both with a lead weight in their stomach as Bellamy swung the buckle into the Grounder's side. Clarke looked away, a hiss of disgust escaping her lips, but Elliot couldn't seem to stop watching. Her hands shook and her heart was racing, but she didn't speak or move. Clarke pushed away from her seconds later, dropping to her knees in front of the Grounder and dropping the vials on the floor.

"Please. Which one's the antidote?"

When there wasn't a response, Bellamy rested his hand on her shoulder. She stood reluctantly, stepping back to the side with Elliot.

"Just tell them." Octavia shouted from behind.

There was a split second of change in the Grounder's features as Octavia's voice called out and he looked to her. It was brief, interrupted by another painful hit of the seat belt buckle, but Elliot had caught it this time.

This went on for what seemed like forever. Bellamy would hit him a couple times and Clarke would interrupted to ask the question again. Elliot had long since quit watching, finding that there was no hope for Finn.

By now, he was probably already dead, a morbid thought, but something they would have to come to terms with. Seemed like the only thing on Earth to do was to die. Maybe Earth wasn't so survivable after all. Especially not for a group of people that hadn't stepped foot on it in over 95 years. Maybe they were all in over their heads.

There was a change of pace when Raven shouted from below. Clarke became more frantic, voice raising a couple octaves, "Which one? Which one is it?"

Elliot stepped up, standing between Bellamy and the Grounder, "If you tell us, they'll stop. Please, tell us which is the antidote and they'll stop this."

He just stared down at her. It wasn't a threatening stare, wasn't filled with hate or anger. But more despair. His eyes were almost hollow, like he was giving up hope as well. He would rather die than tell them. Torturing him would get them nowhere. Gritting her teeth, she took a step closer.

"If he dies, they'll kill you. But I promise you, the torturing won't stop. Not until they've bled you dry. Please, just tell us the antidote and this will all be over."

Her response came from Bellamy. She shifted under his grasp as he pulled her away, setting her to the side as he picked up a blade.

"If that doesn't work, maybe this will," His attention averted to Clarke, "You don't have to be here for this."

Clarke just straightened her shoulders, looking back at him, "I'm not leaving until I get that antidote."

The nauseous feeling returned and settled in Elliot's stomach. She swallowed, blinking as Bellamy stepped forward. His movements were slow, giving the Grounder plenty of time to change his mind.

"Last chance." He growled, another second past.

Turning away just in time, Elliot heard the blade slice through the Grounder's hand, heard it sink into the flesh. She covered her mouth, walking to the other side of the dropship. Her head spun for a brief moment and she shut her eyes. She had realized her returning headache had never actually left and she was waiting for the moment this was all over and she could rest again. Leaning against a table, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. She lifted her head only when Raven appeared.

"What's taking so long? He stopped breathing," Clarke panicked, rushing towards the ladder, but Raven blocked her, "He started again, next time he might not."

Defeated, Clarke gestured towards their captive, "He won't tell us anything."

"Wanna bet." Raven shoved through the others, heading towards the wall of wires beside Bellamy.

The male questioned her motives, stepping away as she pulled the wires from the wall. The Grounder reacted immediately, putting as much distance as he could between himself and the sparking weapon.

"Showing him something new." She threatened, and stabbed the wires into his abdomen. He shook with the shock, unable to fight the surge rushing through his body. She removed the wires to threaten him again and Elliot was actually amazed by the amount of strength this man had. He still said nothing after the third time Raven electrocuted him.

She only stopped when Octavia screamed out, firing back the same response they had all given her. He was trying to kill Finn. Finn was their people. This man was not.

Elliot was the first to see Octavia lunge for the knife Clarke had tossed to the side, scooping it up quickly. She rushed forward, ready to fight for the weapon but she wasn't quick enough. She and the others watched Octavia run the blade down her forearm, drawing blood immediately.

"He won't let me die."

Dropping to her knees in front of the Grounder, she pointed at the assortment of vials, "Which one?"

Surprise fell over the others as his head tilted to the right, guiding her to the antidote. She quickly handed it over to Clarke who rushed downstairs with Raven to see if there was still a chance for Finn. Elliot slouched against the wall, thankful that all of it was, for the most part, over, and took a deep breath. She was escorted to down to the second level by Miller, and was put under Harper's watchful eye. The girl never left her sight, even after the storm had passed and they were allowed back outside. Harper stayed with her while she slept, finally get a restful nap when Clarke arrived. Her intentions weren't to wake the girl, just to see if she was okay. Bellamy had informed her on the incident during the storm and Clarke had grown more worried about her friend.

"I'll talk to my mother and see what she thinks I should do. For now, you'll just rest. No heavy lifting, no going on hunts. Just rest and get better, okay?"

Elliot didn't even want to argue. Shutting her eyes once again, she thanked Clarke and fell back to sleep.


Finally another chapter! It was actually kind of hard writing about having a concussion which I thought wouldn't be the case since I've had a couple myself, but regardless I hope you guys enjoyed.

Also, I couldn't remember where Jasper and Monty were during this episode nor could I remember if they said where they were. So if you guys remember or if i figure it out, I'll probably come back and edit that later.

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading!