AN: This is the same story, I just changed the title a little.

Chandra sat with her back on the dropship wall as she watched Clarke tend to Raven. She grimaced at Raven screaming when Clarke pressed the red-hot metal to her wound, cauterizing it. Chandra was currently digging out the bullet in her arm, biting down on one of the bright red belts to keep from screaming.

"Need some help over there?" Bellamy called, eyeing Chandra as the bullet finally landed on the ground with a clang. It was covered in blood, like most of Chandra's arm and shirt.

"No," she gritted out. "Just focus on Raven." Bellamy reluctantly turned his attention back to Raven, and Chandra began the task of burning her wound to heal it. It took everything in her not to scream out, and she seemed to collapse with relief when she pulled the metal away from her arm. She ran a finger along the bright red and puckered skin, making sure it'd closed. She panted, strapping the knife back on to the belt around her waist, where a handful of daggers of various shapes and sizes were stored.

"How did Murphy even get a gun?" Finn asked, cradling Raven's head in his lap.

Bellamy sighed. "Long story."

"We got lucky," Raven croaked from her spot on the ground. "If he'd hit the fuel tank instead of me, we'd all be dead."

"This is your idea of lucky?" Chandra chuckled, and Raven smirked at her.

"Wait," Clarke interrupted. "There's rocket fuel down there? Enough to build a bomb?"

Raven nodded. "Enough to build a hundred bombs. If we had any gun powder left."

"Let's get back to the reapers," Bellamy suggested, handing Clarke a drawn picture of the beast. "Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"

"Not this enemy" Chandra asked, perking up. "They won't help us. They're monsters, there's not a shred of humanity left in them."

"She's right," Clarke said, seeing Bellamy's doubtful look. "We saw them. Trust me. It's not an option."

"There's no time for this," Finn groaned. He turned to Clarke, lowering his voice. "Can she walk?"

Clarke shook her head. "We have to carry her." Raven looked extremely offended.

"Like hell you will," she choked out, trying to sit up, face twisted in pain. "I'm good to go-"

"Hey," Clarke snapped, pushing Raven back into lying position. "Listen to me. That bullet it still inside you. If by some miracle, there's no internal bleeding, it might hold until we get somewhere safe. But you are not walking there. Is that clear?" Raven responded with a heated glare. Finally, she nodded.

"I'll get the stretcher," Finn volunteered, and started to leave the dropship.

"Can't run away fast enough, huh?" Bellamy taunted, and Chandra sent him a disapproving look which he ignored. "Real brave."

Finn reared on him. "We're not gonna win this fight, Bellamy. Get that out of your head. There's a difference between being brave and just stupid."

"Spoken like every coward who's ever run from a fight," Bellamy growled back.

"Do you really need this lecture twice, Bellamy?" Chandra crossed her arms. "Youre acting like a child." Bellamy scowled, stepping closer to her.

"Alright, that's enough," Clarke snapped. Bellamy didn't back down right away, instead narrowing his eyes at Chandra.

"Time to go," she tried again. This time, Bellamy stepped away.

"What if they follow?" Bellamy pointed out. "It's a 120 mile walk to the ocean."

Finn rolled his eyes, growing agitated. "We're wasting time. If he wants to stay, he can stay."

"No, he can't," Chandra disagreed, but Finn ignored her, rushing out of the dropship. Bellamy met her eyes. "Look, Bellamy, we can't do this without you."

"What do you want me to say, Chandra?" he asked bitterly.

Chandra paused, taking a step closer to him. "I want you to say you're with us. Those kids out there, they listen to you." Bellamy's eyes softened. He gazed down at her from beneath furrowed brows.

"They're lining up to go. They listen to you more."

"I gave them an easy choice," Chandra shot back. "But ten minutes ago, they were willing to fight and die for you. You inspire them." You inspire me. "I'm afraid we're gonna need that again before this day is through." Chandra gave Bellamy one last look before turning on her heels and exiting the dropship/

"Hey," she greeted Octavia, who was standing just outside of the dropship doors. "Is everyone ready?" Octavia nodded.

"Everyone's by the gates, waiting for a command." Chandra sighed. Raven was carried past her, and Clarke was close behind. The gates opened, and everyone poured out. Chandra watched them go, intending to be the last to leave camp. She spotted Bellamy standing by the fire, the empty camp around him. She frowned at his forlorn expression, and shuffled up to him.

"You did good here, Bellamy," she said softly.

"Eighteen dead," he muttered, staring at the flames.

"Eighty-two alive," Chandra countered, grabbing his hand. She held his large one between her small and calloused ones. Bellamy didn't look at her, keeping his eyes steadily on their interlocked hands. "You did good." Their brown eyes locked in a meaningful gaze before Bellamy finally nodded. He pulled his hand out of Chandra's grasp and poured water over the fire, putting it out with a sizzling sound. The smoke billowed up, the same grey color of the sky.

The two walked out of camp side by side.

Once the two had caught up to the teens, Chandra sped up until she was beside Octavia at the front.

"Where'd you get that sword?" She questioned, eyeing the large metal weapon strapped to Octavia's back. Did the girl even know how to use it?

"Lincoln gave it to Finn to give to me," she replied, her eyes scanning the woods around her.

"Ah, Lincoln and I go way back," Chandra chuckled, and Octavia looked over at her with curiosity. "His father was my mother's best friend, and the first to find my father once he landed on Earth."

"Wow," Octavia smiled. "Everyone knows what Thindrel did before he took the extra pod down, but no one really knows what happened to him here."

"Ooh," Miller interjected sarcastically. "Is it story time?" Chandra noticed that almost all of the teens, including Bellamy and Clarke, were listening intently.

"If you insist, Miller," Chandra rolled her eyes. "Gather 'round children, it's story time."

"It all started when my father's pod landed on the ground," she began. "Lincoln's father, Ra, saw it and got to it before anyone else. He found my father, barely conscious, so he gets his best friend, my mother, Nandini, and they nurse him back to health.

"They keep him a secret for a few months, and during that time, Nandini and Ezekiel fall in love. Nandini gets pregnant, and when she starts to show, her village starts to ask questions. Meanwhile, Ezekiel is attacked by two grounders, and in the fight, one grounder dies. The other runs back to the village, and in just a couple of hours, Nandini's secret is revealed, and Ezekiel is executed for murder. And that's all there is to it."

"And what about your mother?" Harper asks quietly. Chandra sighed.

"That's a story for a different time," Chandra smiled sadly. Suddenly, she stopped, throwing out her arm to stop the kids from continuing.

"What is it?" Jasper whispered, eyes wide. "I don't see anything!" Chandra put a finger to her lips, silencing him. Her eyes widen as she throws herself onto the ground, narrowly dodging a shuriken. Instead of hitting her, it slices straight through a boy's face, killing him instantly. Everyone watched in horror as he fell to the floor.

"Grounders!" Jasper bellows at the top of his lungs, sending everyone into a frenzy.

"Back to camp!" Chandra screamed, herding the teens back into the direction they came from with Bellamy's help. "Move, move, move!" They pour back into camp, the shooters instantly taking their positions on the walls. Chandra and Clarke send each other panicked glances before climbing up to stand on either side of Bellamy as he tries to get a good look at whoever attacked them.

"Where are they?" Bellamy panted. "Why aren't they attacking?" Chandra closed her eyes, defeated, the thought hitting her at the same time Clarke voiced it.

"Because we're doing exactly what they wanted us to do."

Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

"Lincoln said the scouts would be the first to arrive," Clarke explained, turning towards where Finn was standing.

"If it's just scouts," Octavia insisted ferociously, "then we can fight our way out. That's what Lincoln would do."

"We're done doing what that grounder would do," Bellamy countered, hopping down from the gate. "We tried it and now Drew is dead. Do you wanna be next?"

"Then do what this grounder would do," Chandra snapped at Bellamy. "For all we know there's only one scout out there."

"One scout with insanely good aim," Jasper panted from his position on the gate.

"Clarke," Octavia breathed, looking at the blonde hopefully. "We can still do this." Bellamy also turned his gaze to Clarke.

"Looking to you, princess," he sighed. "What's it gonna be? Run and get picked out in the open, or stand and fight back?" Clarke jumped down from the gate, having made her decision. Chandra groaned.

"Clarke," Finn grabbed her arm. "If we're still here when Tristan gets here-"

"Lincoln said 'scouts'," Clarke interrupted. "As in more than one. Finn, they're already here." Clarke walked off, and Chandra scowled, turning to Bellamy.

"Looks like you got your fight," she growled, stabbing her finger into his chest. He looked down at her, his lip curling.

"Okay then," he muttered before turning to the camp. "This is what we've been preparing for. Kill them, before they kill us." Chandra examined the looks on the teenager's faces. They were terrified for their lives. A few were crying. Bellamy ignored their blatant fear and began barking orders. "Gunners! To your posts!" People began scrambling to get to their positions. "Use the tunnels to get in and out. From now on, the gate stays closed."

"Okay," Clarke said to Bellamy once he was done. "Now how the hell do we do this?"

"Thought you'd never ask." he answered. "Follow me." Chandra, Clarke, and Finn followed him as he led them to the dropship. They sat down at a table, and Bellamy disappeared for a moment before coming back with his arms full of grenades and other supplies. Raven was already there, looking like a child who'd just gotten yelled at.

"What's gotten you so pissy," Chandra joked despite the situation as Bellamy set the supplies on the table. Raven turned her unamused glare on Chandra. "Right, stupid question."

"We've got 25 rifles with 20 rounds each, give or take," Bellamy explained, walkie-talkie in hand. "Roughly 500 rounds of ammo. While you two were gone, we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is fully mined."

"Partially mined," she corrected. "Thanks to Murphy."

"Still, it's the main route in," Bellamy insisted. "If the grounders use it, we'll know. She also built grenades."

Clarke eyed them skeptically "It's not many."

"Again," Chandra cut in bitterly, meeting Raven's eyes over the table.

"Thank you, Murphy," the two finished together.

"We'll make it count," Bellamy defended. "If the grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back."

"And then?" Clarke raised her eyebrow.

"Then we close the door and pray," Raven finished.

"Pray what?" Chandra scoffed. "That the ship keeps them out? Because it won't."

"Then let's not let them get through the gate," Bellamy said like it was obvious. He pulled the radio up to his mouth. "All foxholes, listen up. Keep your eyes and ears open. Inflict casualties, as many as possible. You can hold them off long enough to make them turn back. That's the plan."

"That's always your plan," Finn spat. "Just like the bomb on the bridge."

"Damn right," Bellamy reaffirmed. "You got a better idea?"

"It can't be that simple," Clarke whispered. She looked up at Raven. "You said there's fuel in those rockets, right? Enough to build a hundred bombs."

Raven shrugged. "I also said we've got no gunpowder left."

Clarke shook her head. "I don't want to build a bomb. I want to blast off." Chandra's eyes met Bellamy's as they realized what she meant.

"Draw them in close," Raven thought aloud, putting the pieces together. "Fire the rockets. Ring of fire."

"Barbecued grounders," Bellamy commented. "I like it."

"I think sometimes you guys forget who I really am," Chandra muttered. She met Raven's eyes. "Will it work?"

Raven sighed. "The wiring is a mess down there, but yeah. You give me enough time, I'll cook 'em real good."

"I need some air," Chandra breathed, exiting he dropship. Bellamy followed her.

"You okay?" Chandra heaved a sigh.

"I will be," she replied. "I hope."

"Hey," Bellamy said softly, grabbing her arm. "I know this must be hard for you. I understand, But you gotta realize that we're doing all we can to survive." Chandra nodded, and turned towards the gate. Bellamy kept a tight hold on her arm. "Where are you going?"

"To the outside ring," Chandra said obviously. "I'm gonna fight."

"No way," Bellamy refused. "When the grounders get here, the people on the outside ring are gonna get hit first. I don't need you there. Besides you don't even have a gun."

"Bellamy," Chandra argued, facing him fully. "I've been fighting for almost half of my life. I know the way the grounders fight, and I have my own weapons. I'll be fine." Bellamy searched her eyes for something, for what Chandra didn't know exactly. Finally, he released her arm.

"Fine," he said softly He cleared his throat. "Fine. Go." Chandra smiled, turning away from him. "Chandra, wait." Chandra faced him again, and he was staring at her, his eyes dancing with emotion and confliction. Chandra furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as Bellamy opened and closed his mouth, trying to decide on what to say.

"Please stay safe," Bellamy said softly, his intense brown eyes trained directly onto Chandra's. "We...No. I need you." Chandra's heart hammered in her chest and she found herself lost for words.

Say it back, she thought. Why aren't you saying it back? She couldn't force herself to say the words. She knew there was a deeper meaning behind Bellamy's words. As the seconds ticked on without a reply from Chandra, Bellamy's face continued to fall.

"O-Okay," she managed to choke out stupidly. Bellamy looked away, wiping all emotion from his face.

"Okay," he nodded, avoiding her gaze. He brushed past her, and Chandra wiped a hand down her face. She was so stupid. She groaned, tugging at her hair before sprinting out to find an open position on the outside wall.

She found one between Miller and Octavia.

"Hey guys," she sighed as she got into position, ready to pounce at any sign of a grounder. Octavia examined her, and Chandra smiled as she saw the younger girl adjust her position so it was identical to Chandra's.

"Hey grounder babe," Miller greeted and Chandra rolled her eyes. Miller chuckled at her expression. "No, really. We should make half-grounder-half-sky-person babies."

"I'm half sky person, though," Chandra countered jokingly. "So our hypothetical children would only be one-fourth grounder."

"Let's not bring math into this," Miller said. "I always hated math." The two laughed, but stopped when Octavia stood up abruptly, unsheathing her sword. She started off into the woods, but Chandra jumped in front of her.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, O?"

"I'm gonna go fight," she said. Chandra smiled, despite the situation. She admired the young girl and her fire.

"Alright," she nodded. "Wait." She pulled the younger girl into a bone crushing hug, and sighed when she returned it. "You better stay safe. I don't need Bellamy on my case."

"You got it, big sis." Chandra's heart swelled at that, and she got back into position as Octavia ran off.

Five minutes later, Bellamy flopped down between Miller and Chandra.

"Where's Octavia?" He asked frantically.

"She left a little while ago," Miller answered. "She thinks she's a damn samurai."

"Excuse you, Mills," Chandra said, trying not to grin at Miller's reaction to the nickname, "but she kind of is a samurai."

"You see anything?" Bellamy continued, ignoring the two.

"No," Miller gritted out. "What the hell are they waiting for?"
"The longer they wait, the better," Bellamy said. "This is about buying time for Raven."

"I see them!" Sterling cried over the radio. "I count two-no, 3- no wait, there's more!" Two gunshots went off.

"Who was that?" Chandra gasped.

"Sterling, I think," Miller answered. "South foxhole."

"South foxhole," Bellamy barked into the radio. "Report now."

"Yeah, yeah," Sterling answered after a moment. "We're okay. They didn't attack. It's like shooting at ghosts."

"There!" Miller shouted. "I see them!" He began shooting, but missed each time.

"Stop!" Bellamy roared. "Stop! Hold your fire!" Miller's gun began clicking. "Reload. Now."

"Those were our last clips. We should fall back."

"No," Bellamy growled. "If this position falls, they'll walk right to the front door."

"I know what they're doing," Chandra gasped. She grabbed the radio from Bellamy, shouting into it. "All gunners! Listen up! The grounders are not attacking. They're making us waste bullets. Don't shoot when they're running laterally. Do not fire unless you're sure it's an , do not fire unless you are sure it's an attack." Almost instantaneously, grounders began running straight at camp.

"Here they come!" Bellamy bellowed. "Fall back! Get back here!" Chandra stood up, refusing to get back into camp. She was going to fight.

A grounder attacked her, going to punch her in the face, but she ducked under his arm and came up behind him, grabbing two daggers from her belt and stabbing into his sides, puncturing his lungs. She left him drowning in his own blood as another came for her, trying to kick out her legs from underneath her, but she jumped, simultaneously slashing her knife across his neck. His blood splattered onto her face.

"Hold your ground," Bellamy said on the radio. "If they get through the gate, we're all dead." She adjusted her stance, two dead grounders at her feet. She was prepared for many more.

She smirked, her eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Bring it on."

A grounder ran at her but she spun around, bringing her foot to the weak spot on his mask. It cracked and he stumbled backwards. She took the opportunity in his brief moment of imbalance to knock him to the ground. She jumped on his chest, sinking the dagger straight through his chest and into his heart. She grabbed the sword from his body, taking just a few seconds to adjust to its weight.

Another tried to swing for her face but she slipped under his legs, using the mud to her advantage. In one swift movement she jumped on his back, slicing off his head. She breathed heavily, looking down at the body. Chandra widened her eyes as the looked up. There were too many heading towards the camp. Chandra rushed closer to the gate, watching as the grounders broke through the outer wall.

"They've broken through," Chandra yelled into her radio. "There's hundreds of them! They're heading for the gate."

"Chandra!" Came Bellamy's frantic call. "Get in the gate. NOW! Everyone! Get into the dropship!"

"No!" Clarke protested. "We need more time. Gunners, stay at your posts. Everyone else, into the dropship."

Chandra ran into the gate, but paused as she heard an explosion. Momentarily, the battle was put on hold as everyone stared at sky.

"Is that from the Ark?" Fox asked.

"That is the Ark," Clarke gasped. Chandra's mouth fell open as she watched the Ark crumble, breaking into dozens of pieces as it fell from the sky. Within seconds, the battle was back on.

But it was put on hold once again when shrill war cries came closer to the camp. Everyone looked around in confusion. Chandra's eyes widened as she recognized the sound.

"Reapers," she whispered. The grounders and the reapers began fighting, and Chandra sighed in relief as she realized they had more time.

It didn't last long though, because soon, the grounders defeated the reapers and began taking down the wall.

"Everyone inside the dropship!" People began rushing in, and Chandra searched the crowd for Bellamy.

She spotted him by a foxhole.

"He's not gonna make it," Clarke cried.

"Bellamy!" Chandra screamed, her heart in her throat and her eyes burning. "Bellamy! Run!" Bellamy saw her and grabbed the nearest gun, making a run for it. Tristan intercepted him, knocking him down with a punch. He kept punching him, and everything seemed to slow down as Chandra's vision blurred with tears.

"He's killing him," Chandra gasped. Finn ran past her, trying to help Bellamy. He shot at Tristan. Chandra heard Clarke call out for him, but all Chandra could focus on was Bellamy. An arm grabbed her and dragged her back. It was Clarke.

"Bellamy!" She screamed hoarsely, trying to pull away, but Harper grabbed her too.

"No," she sobbed. "Let me go!" Clarke pushed her into the dropship, and she tried to make a run for the door before it closed. She was held back by the teenagers. She kicked and screamed, seeing Tristan standing over Bellamy, sword raised. Bellamy turned his head. Blood spluttered from his mouth as he met Chandra's eyes. The last thing she saw before the door closed was him reaching out for her, mouthing her name. She threw herself against the door, pounding on it.

"Open it," she sobbed, slamming her fists against the door. "Open it! Bellamy! He's still out there!" She didn't even care that Anya was in the ship, she let everyone else detain her. Her mind was occupied with one thing.

Bellamy, Bellamy, Bellamy...

The ship rocked as the rockets fired. Chandra slammed her head against the wall, sliding down it. Defeated. She weeped pathetically, tears streaming freely down her face. She gave a few more weak blows to the door before drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, resting her head on her knees.

She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, she was being shaken awake by Jasper.

"Chandra," he said softly. "Wake up." She rubbed her eyes, which were swollen from her crying and cleared her throat, which was raw from her screaming. She glanced around. Some people were still asleep, while others were pacing. Clarke was pacing in front of a tied up and heavily beaten Anya.

Anya. The two met eyes. Anya glared at her, and Chandra looked at her indifferently. She stood up, sauntering over towards her.

"Chandra," she spat. Chandra didn't respond.

"There's no point in trying to hold on to your pride," Chandra said monotonously. "You look pretty stupid."

"That's enough, Chandra," Clarke warned. "Don't be childish." Chandra turned away, squaring her jaw.

"We should check out the damage." Chandra pulled the lever, and the sound of the door opening woke up everyone who wasn't already awake.

The smell of burnt flesh hit her hard. She felt dizzy for a moment, but quickly regained her composure. Jasper was the one who dragged Anya out of the dropship.

The air was dry and dusty, ash floating around in a thin cloud. Everything was grey. The sky, the ground, even the trees looked grey. Chandra's eyes darted to where she'd last seen Bellamy. A skeleton was there, lying on the ground. Chandra collapsed on her knees next to it. It could have very well been Bellamy. She bit her lip, forcing the fresh wave of sobs back down her throat.

Suddenly, canister landed beside her, red gas pouring out of it.

"Oh, no," she coughed, the gas suffocating her. She tried her best to stand up.

She took in a deep breath, trying to push away the black dots dancing in her vision.

As loud as she could, she screamed two simple words.

"Mountain men!"

Then everything went black.

AN: oh my god guys. That's it. There's season 1. Oh my god. This part of the story is super short. The sequel will be up in about 2 or 3 weeks. I've been updating weekly, but I'm gonna slow it down to once every 2 or three weeks from now on, because of a few reasons. One, the end of the school year is coming up so I need to focus a lot more on school now! Two, this part of the story went by way too fast, I feel like I should have posted slower to, I don't know, savor it better? 3. This gives me a chance for Season 2 of the show to finish (finale this Wednesday guys, I'm so excited.) I'll post the second part of this story during the hiatus, then we'll see what I'll do during season 3 of the show... I might just end the story after season 2 somehow. I'll figure it out.

Anyway, please please please leave feedback! I want to know if writing a sequel is even worth it. Will you guys read it? What are you looking for in the sequel?