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And don't get me wrong, I love writing, especially this story right now, but I want to be ahead of the game so I don't have to keep you guys waiting for more.

And now that that's done with, I get to talk to you guys! Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I love hearing all your theories and thoughts about what I write, it's awesome. You guys and your reviews keep me writing strong and the ideas flowing. I have so much planned for this, and I hope you all stick along for the ride.

This chapter is a bit early again because I have a shift tomorrow for work and so, you get this now!

That said, we're onto the ninth chapter of Once More! A special thanks and shout out to my lovely Beta trueloveaddict-ally.

Disclaimer: see chapters one through three.

(Also, sorry to that one guest who reviewed a couple chapters back. This was written and planned before your review.)


Before:

When the two got back to the dropship, the camp was in a frenzy. Clarke and Raven shared a look before heading to the command tent for some answers.

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"We don't know if Octavia is just late coming back or if she was taken. But it's too dangerous for you, kid. Please, stay here, help Wells make sure everyone else who's staying is working and productive and not focusing on what we're doing out there, okay?" Charlotte rolled her eyes at Clarke's protectiveness but remembered her words that first night and nodded. Clarke took responsibility for each of her people, she wanted them safe. They were a family, or at least on their way to being one, and Charlotte was happy being a part of that.

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Octavia's brow furrowed. ... It hit her, then, that he wanted her to feel safe. That was why he had left her with her knife; that was why he had stopped earlier when she had threatened him. He wasn't scared of her, or threatened by small knives. But he had stopped for her.

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"Our leader is intrigued by your people. Many have listened to the orders that were given, but there are those who go against the leader's wishes. These people would harm yours because they do not agree, they think you are a threat like the Maunon, and must be extinguished."

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"She's right. Stay close-" That's when the penny dropped. Or, more accurately, the body.

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She didn't listen and Clarke skidded to a halt at seeing what had become of Diggs. Impaled through the chest in a trap.

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"But the horn…" Clarke nodded. ... "Someone blew it to keep them away from us. I don't know who, but whoever it was, I'm grateful to them." Bellamy was about to respond when someone else called out for him. It sounded like-


Now:

"Octavia!" Bellamy called back, running off towards his sister's voice. Clarke motioned to the tent.

"You guys stay here and pack this up. Bellamy, Octavia and I will meet you back at camp." Finn and the girls nodded and Clarke ran towards where she could see the Blake siblings through the trees.

"What happened?" She heard Bellamy ask as she was getting close.

"I-" Octavia hesitated. Only for a moment, but Clarke caught it. "I fell, after I left the group. I woke up and I must have gotten turned around. I was wandering around most of the night, and when I heard screaming… I came as fast as I could." Clarke looked the girl over and noted the hole in her pants that showed her burned skin which her brother, thankfully, overlooked in favour of hugging his sister again.

Octavia caught her eye and Clarke could see she was worried that she would say something. Clarke just shook her head and gave her a look that said they'd talk about it later. Octavia gave her a thankful smile and hugged her brother a bit closer.

"The others are headed back to camp. We'll… we have to come back later for Diggs and John." Clarke said quietly. Octavia looked at her in question, the siblings coming out of their embrace.

"What happened?" She asked. Clarke took a deep breath and shook her head, looking down.

"The grounders attacked, they didn't make it." Octavia looked pained when Clarke looked back up. "Come on." She said softly, waiting for the two to be beside her before they started walking back to the dropship.

Bellamy left Octavia with Clarke when they got back to camp, trusting Clarke to keep an eye on her while he went to get a couple of his hunters to go and get the two who had died. Clarke brought Octavia with her to the dropship, moving slowly as the deaths weighed heavily on her. They talked as they made their way to where Raven would hopefully still be.

"What happened to your leg, Octavia?" She asked.

"I… when I left the group, I fell. Down a steep hill and into a ravine." Clarke eyed the girl.

"What happened after that?"

"I told you-"

"Don't. Don't lie to me, Octavia. You know you can trust me by now. If it's something you don't want your brother to know, I won't tell him." She took Octavia's hand and squeezed it gently before letting it go again.

"I… There… I made a promise Clarke."

"To who?" Lincoln. He had found her and saved the rest of them from getting killed by more grounders.

"Okay. Okay, there was this guy, a… A grounder. And before you freak out, Clarke, he saved me, and he fixed my leg and he didn't hurt me and-"

"Octavia…"

"- he told me that the grounders don't want to hurt us. Or they're not supposed to-" Clarke stopped short at that but kept walking with Octavia.

She tried again, "Octavia." She still didn't stop talking.

"- and you can't tell Bellamy because I wasn't even supposed to tell you, but I couldn't just keep it to myself, I would have exploded. What he told me was important and we don't have to be scared of them Clarke! They aren't supposed to hurt us, and any that do are going against orders from this big shot leader of theirs! And there are people in Mount Weather! And-"

"Octavia!" Clarke turned on the brunette and took hold of her upper arms, stopping her in the middle of her rant. Clarke looked around to make sure no one had heard what the brunette had said and then looked back at the girl. Octavia was looking at her in trepidation, probably in part because she had just told Clarke a bunch of information she wasn't supposed to, and partly because she was scared of how the blonde would react to her saviour.

"Octavia listen to me, okay? You can't tell anyone else." She knew she would sound a little crazy to Octavia without explaining herself fully, but she would have to take that chance. Maybe she could use this as a reason to go; she could find Lincoln and ask him to take her to wherever Lexa was. Hopefully Octavia trusted her enough to just listen.

"Clarke…"

"You brother, if he knew a grounder had you, he wouldn't be all too happy. Especially not with what just happened to Diggs and to John. So you're right in not telling him. But I need to know everything this guy said to you." Clarke looked at the dropship, only a several meters away. "Let's go inside. We can talk without anyone listening in there, okay?" Octavia nodded and they moved to the ship, Clarke only stopping inside where Raven was getting the radio equipment set up.

"Raven." She said and the girl spun quickly, as did Monty who was beside her. Raven's eyes landed on Octavia and she smiled softly, especially seeing the state of the girl. She looked back at Clarke who nodded at the station.

"How soon." Raven smiled and tapped the machinery behind her.

"Soon, Griffin. Gimme half an hour and we'll have contact with the Ark." Clarke saw the questioning glance towards Octavia and knew what the mechanic was asking. She shook her head and Raven deflated for a moment. She quickly regained her demeanor though and grinned.

"You guys had some… interesting RC stuff lying around that I used to amplify the transmission. But," She laughed shortly before looking outside at the storm clouds that were quickly closing in on the camp site. "I don't know how good the reception will be with that storm overhead. We'll have to wait it out."

Clarke could see it in the mechanic's eyes that she had questions that weren't fit for present company and asked Octavia to wait for her on the top level. She looked at Clarke for a second before nodding and climbing the ladder with only a slight hindrance from her leg.

Clarke cleared her throat. "Monty, can you maybe go and tell everyone to take shelter, get what they need and then come inside. The storm that's on its way, well, it doesn't look pretty." Monty nodded and smiled his goodbye, leaving to do as he was asked. Clarke crossed her arms.

"What's up, Reyes?"

"What happened out there Clarke? Finn left with Bellamy to go and bring back bodies… but Roma came back with the bigger Blake." Clare sighed and moved her arms, bringing a hand up to tiredly swipe across her face.

"The grounders attacked again. But Lincoln blew the horn earlier than he did before. As a result, now we're back before the storm, and… He let Octavia go." Raven looked at her in surprise. Clarke laughed and nodded. "I know. I don't know Raven… Something happened. And it's either a result of me changing… something, or one of them came back…" Clarke moved to sit and Raven came to sit by her.

"If one of them came back… wouldn't it be a good thing?"

"Sure, if it's someone who is for the alliance. But what if it was someone like Gustus or someone from one of the other clans? Raven, what if there are way more people than I'm comfortable with back here, plotting? What if everything I do is for nothing?" Raven looked up at the hole in the ceiling leading to where Octavia was waiting. She lowered her voice before speaking again.

"Did Lincoln say anything to Octavia?" She asked and Clarke nodded.

"Yeah, apparently they have orders not to attack us. From their leader. I don't know if he meant Anya or…" She trailed off. Raven gave her a knowing smile.

"Or the Commander?" She asked. Clarke nodded slowly. "Wouldn't that be even better, Clarke?" A slow smile began to creep across her face.

"If she's back then maybe we have a chance…" Clarke looked at Raven. "But that doesn't change the fact that there are still some attacking us. There are people going against orders and they've killed two of us. And, Octavia said Lincoln told her that there were people in the mountain."

"Oh wow." Raven said lowly.

"I'm thinking… Raven, I need to find Lincoln. He can take me to Lexa, and maybe I… I don't know. But he can take me. We still know how to turn Reapers back into who they were. We may not have the guard sticks to restart their hearts, but we have electricity, and I'm pretty sure there were some batteries around… Could you replicate one of the guard batons?"

"Clarke, you do know who you're talking to, right? I'll make you as many as I can, seeing as I don't have to mass produce bullets for you. And I'll make a couple of those tone generators, if I can." Clarke smiled and put a hand on Raven's shoulder.

"Thank you, Raven." She stood up and looked at the ladder. "I need to go see what else he told Octavia. You're good down here?" Raven nodded and stood too, habitually leaning to her right side before remembering that she didn't have to any more. Clarke chuckled slightly and Raven smiled.

"Like I said, it'll take some getting used to." Clarke nodded and moved to the ladder, climbing up to meet Octavia.

She closed the hatch so they would know if someone was coming up and then turned to Octavia. Something was different about the girl, but Clarke wasn't sure what it could be, she had only been away from her for ten minutes at most.

She shrugged it off and sat down near the brunette, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

"Start from the beginning." She said, and Octavia did. Clarke listened as Octavia told her everything she remembered and smiled when the girl shot out some words she'd learned from Lincoln. Clarke learned that the people trying to kill them were traitors, so that must mean that the order came from Lexa herself and not Anya. Clarke was still wondering, worrying, about what had changed and, more specifically, if someone else had changed it.

Everything came to a halt when the hatch was pushed open and one of Bellamy's hunters – Miller – came up, followed by another, and then by a bound and knocked out Lincoln. Octavia's hand found her arm and was holding it in a vice-like grip. Clarke cursed silently and stood with Octavia as Bellamy came up last. She motioned to the warrior, trying to keep her voice steady.

"What's this?" She asked.

"We found him while we were looking for Diggs and John. This is payback," he said. "And answers. We can get intel about the grounders from him, as soon as he wakes up." Clarke bit her lip as she looked at the two guys stringing Lincoln up.

"I don't think we're going to get any answers forcefully." She said, quietly to only Bellamy and Octavia.

"What did you do to him?" Octavia asked, her eyes not having left Lincoln since he was brought in.

"I did it for us." Bellamy said, his tone affronted like he was offended that Octavia would care about what happened to a grounder.

"You did that," Octavia motioned to his bloody face, "for us?" Bellamy nodded, his hands on his waist.

"For Finn, and Diggs, and John." He said. Metal clanged and the hunters called out that Lincoln was awake. Clarke and Octavia watched as he fought his bonds and then stopped short when he saw the latter. Bellamy looked at Lincoln and then back to Octavia with question in his eyes.

"Finn couldn't have been for this." Clarke said to distract him, noticing the look, and Bellamy scoffed.

"You think that the Spacewalker's ideas are important Clarke?" She sighed.

"Everyone's opinion is important, Bellamy. I don't think more violence is going to solve anything." Clarke eyed Lincoln and then the hunters. "Let me talk to him." She said.

"No. No way." Octavia moved to Bellamy and put her hand on his arm.

"Bell please, think about this. Clarke knows what she's doing." The brunette turned back to her and tilted her head slightly. Clarke read the motion as a silent, hopefully, tacked on to the end of her sentence. The blonde nodded, both to Bellamy and to Octavia.

"Ten minutes, and then you can come talk to him. Please." Bellamy growled slightly in frustration, but Clarke knew that he would fold. The blonde looked to Lincoln who was looking at her thoughtfully and then moved her gaze back to the Blake's.

"Fine. You have ten minutes Princess, and not a minute longer. Come on guys, let's go. You too Octavia."

"But-" Bellamy gave her a look and Octavia huffed before she nodded. The hunters left and Bellamy waited as Octavia turned to Clarke. Clarke only nodded, giving her a reassuring smile.

Octavia and Bellamy left through the hatch and closed it as they were leaving. Clarke sighed and turned to Lincoln, moving towards him. She saw his muscles flex as he tensed and she stopped in her tracks.

"There's water." Clarke said, pointing to a bottle on one of the tables. It took him a second before he nodded slowly and Clarke moved that way, picking it up before bringing it to Lincoln.

"I know who you are." She said, ignoring how Lincoln's eyes widened at that. "Octavia and I, we're friends, and she tells me a lot. She trusts me. And all of the things you told her, well, she needed someone to tell here, someone safe." She held the bottle to her chest and canted her head slightly.

"I'm saying this because I know you don't mean to hurt us. Bellamy shouldn't have brought you here, but he did, and all I can do right now is offer to untie one of your arms so you can drink by yourself." Lincoln narrowed his eyes and Clarke chuckled. She brought the bottle to her own lips and drank from it before Lincoln nodded his assent.

Clarke put the bottle down and moved to his fastenings, undoing his hand, and then gave him the bottle. She walked over to his stuff that Miller had so graciously scattered on the ground.

"You realize that that means that I know you can speak English." It was a statement, not a question. She heard Lincoln say yes as she knelt to rifle through the pockets of his coat. When she found what she was looking for, his journal of drawings, she stood and turned around.

"May I?" She asked. He was quiet, and probably going to say no, but Clarke was already undoing the leather strap. Almost right away she saw what had him so opposed to her seeing it.

It wasn't that it was his personal art.

"Lincoln?" She asked quietly and his eyes widened again.

"Clarke?" Her name caught in his throat in a gasp. She looked up at him and tucked the journal, re-fastened, into the inside of her jacket.

"Listen to me, because we don't have much time left before Bellamy comes back. I'm going to get you out of here, and then you're going to take me to your Commander. Okay?" Clarke marched up to him and prodded him in the chest when he didn't answer. He caught her hand before she could touch him though and nodded to her, still baffled.

"If you have questions that I can answer quickly then ask them." She said, taking his hand and grabbing the fastenings, needing to tie him back up before Bellamy came back.

"Why is this happening?" He asked. Clarke shook her head.

"I have no idea. When I first came back, I remembered something Lexa said to me about reincarnation. Could this be that?" He shook his head at her question. "And have you asked or told anyone about it?"

"No. I would sound crazy." He said shortly and Clarke laughed quietly.

"Tell me about it." She said. He looked at her quizzically and then opened his mouth before she shook her head again.

"It's an expression, don't actually tell me about it." She took the water back to where it had been. "Do you know about anyone else who might have come back?"

"No. At first I thought… Maybe Octavia was with me, but when I brought her back to the cave and she didn't recognize me at all… I knew that wasn't the case. You are the reason she is so… like she was?" Clarke snorted and crossed her arms, once again in front of Lincoln.

"It snowballed really quickly. We hunted our first day here, and I brought down a buck with a knife. She's been with me ever since, along with several others of my people. She's almost like our Octavia." Clarke said fondly.

"She was forgiving you." He said softly and Clarke smiled gratefully at him before getting back to business.

"I need to tell Bellamy that I got something from you. Do you know anything I could tell him? Do the people not following Lexa's orders have their own camp?"

Lincoln shook his head. "I don't know. If they did it would have to be somewhere in the forest near where they found me. They had to get somewhere if the Acid Fog had actually been coming."

"Thank you for that, you saved one of our people who died last time during the same attack." Lincoln nodded.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Clarke shrugged.

"I have an idea. But we'll have to wait the storm out. I can maybe get everyone to eat those hallucinogenic nuts, like last time… Or we could leave at night. The Unity Day celebration would be a good distraction." Clarke started pacing, running a hand through her hair. "I need to ask Raven how long it'll take her to make a guard stick and a tone generator." She stopped and looked at Lincoln.

"How are you doing with that?"

"This body has never experienced the red." He said slowly. "But my mind is still my own, and it is a craving, but I am managing. I can manage." The last part seemed more of a reassurance to himself and Clarke nodded. The hatch opened then and Clarke rushed out a, "we'll talk later," before turning to Bellamy who, surprisingly, had Octavia in tow.

"So?" He said. Clarke told him that Lincoln had spoken in fragments, but she had managed to get some information from him. Such as, there was a settlement near where they had found him that housed some grounders. Clarke wasn't sure what they'd do, and Lexa might be angry with them if they took out her people in their own way, but in the end, well…

Jus drein jus daun. Blood demands blood. The Commander would understand, and Lexa would see strength in the action. Hopefully.

"We go when the storm clears." Bellamy said, looking at her and Octavia. "Will you both come?" Octavia narrowed her eyes.

"You want me to come?" She asked. "You never like me doing anything dangerous."

Bellamy sighed. "You and Clarke can fight like them. We have guns, but they're fast, and they keep in the background like we saw earlier. Not enough of us can fight hand to hand like your group can." He directed the last part to Clarke.

"And as much as I hate to bring you, Octavia, you can fend for yourself. It's just… hard for me to accept." He gave her a beseeching look and Octavia smiled at her brother, hugging him shortly.

"So, I guess that means we're coming then." Clarke said. She looked back at Lincoln who was staring stoically at the wall. "I'm going to stay up here, keep an eye on him."

"Do you want any of my hunters up here with you?" Bellamy asked. Clarke shook her head. "Alright, well, Raven has the radio set up on the lower level. It's almost completely static right now, but she's talking with the Ark about their plans and about what's happened down here."

"Good, that's good." Clarke said. Bellamy left and Octavia stayed on the floor with her. She walked over to Lincoln and looked him over, her hand gingerly touching his wounds.

"I'm sorry he did this to you." Clarke heard her whisper. Octavia looked back at her and Clarke smiled softly.

"I'll go get a cloth and some water?" Octavia smiled gratefully and nodded, turning back to Lincoln. Clarke moved to the ladder and opened the hatch, moving to the bottom floor of the dropship. She looked at everyone standing around and then focused on Raven at her station, Monty beside her. Clarke made her way there and put a hand on Raven's shoulder as she spoke. Clarke wasn't entirely sure why, but the contact brought some kind of stillness in all of the clamour of the full dropship.

Especially knowing that Raven had her memories from the previous time.

She needed it right now, the validation that they were here. Even though she had had so many days to really take it in, those days were filled with work and hunts and trying to make sure that everyone else was taken care of.

When Clarke was alone, she was alone with her thoughts; thoughts filled with blood and violence and goodbyes and deaths. So many deaths.

When she slept, there was rarely any reprieve. She had nightmares, but they weren't so much nightmares as memories. Memories of the mountain and of Ton DC, both times that blood had been shed in abundance. When Finn slaughtered innocents, and when the bomb had dropped. She dreamed about running in place, trying to stop him before he made his mistakes. She dreamed of saving the village, of making it seem as though they had all left for a reason, telling the heads of the clans what Mount Weather was planning and them leaving, making sure that they're people would be safe.

Sometimes her dreams let her bask in the moments of stillness in the racing world outside. She dreamed of Lexa, of that day in the tent, when the Commander had kissed her, and Clarke had kissed her back. In her dreams, she didn't pull away until they were called apart by the sound of warriors calling out, telling their heda of the signal in the sky. Clarke dreamed of Octavia and Monty and Jasper and Wells and her Mother. She dreamed of her father too.

These dreams were far and few. Clarke always hoped when she lay down that these would be the dreams that would come to her.

"How's it going Raven?" Clarke asked. Raven turned and looked up over her shoulder, smiling at Clarke.

"Good, the Ark's plans to come down are…" She looked at Monty discreetly before looking back to her. "To plan." Raven gave Clarke a look that suggested that they were planning on coming down like they had before. But last time, the first ship to come down had been targeted by the mountain and then destroyed.

"Is that safe?" Clarke asked and Raven sighed, looking at the radio.

"It has to be. Any other way would be… fatal, to people in the wrong place." Clarke nodded and tightened her hand on Raven's shoulder for a second. Raven looked back at her and Clarke motioned away from the masses. Raven looked at Monty.

"Can you take over here, I'll be back in a minute. Seems the cap wants a word." She grinned at him and he laughed lightly.

"Sure. It's not like there's anything important going on right now anyway. We both know you're giving me the easy job, Raven." Clarke moved her hand as Raven got out of her chair and Monty sat.

They both moved over to a corner that was less crowded than the rest of the floor.

"What's up, Clarke?" Raven asked. Clarke looked at the ceiling, thinking of Lincoln.

"It's not just the two of us. Did you see Lincoln get dragged in here earlier?" Raven nodded with a slight grimace. She knew the guy was threatening, but he had helped them all so much. Clarke nodded and crossed her arms. "He's our Lincoln."

"No shit!" Raven said quietly. "Really? Damn, that's some load off." Clarke rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Yeah. This could be really helpful." Clarke looked around, double checking that there was no one listening to them. "After the storm clears, we're taking some people and going to look for a camp site that some grounders might have set up. Lincoln thinks there may be a group staying together who aren't listening to Lexa." Raven listened intently.

"Who's all going?"

"I have an idea of who to bring, and I think Bellamy has a couple ideas too. Not too many though, the site can't have too many people." Clarke looked slightly worried about her assumption but shook herself. "Raven… We're going to go and find Lexa after we take them out. I'm taking Lincoln, and he's going to take me to her. We'll probably leave around Unity day. Can you have what I asked for ready by then?"

Raven looked around at the one hundred, now ninety-eight. "I can do it, Clarke. Are you sure about this though? You'll be leaving your people." Clarke dropped her arms before moving one to Raven's upper arm.

"You'll take care of them, I know you will, and you'll have Bellamy and Octavia with you." Clarke moved her hand away from Raven to brush through her hair. "You're the only one who knows what's coming Raven. You can get them ready to fight the Mountain Men. We can't go back there, not again."

Raven shuddered at the thought of the place. She didn't see what Clarke did, but she had experienced her own terror at the hands of those monsters. The things they did to treat radiation, it was inhumane. They saw the grounders as fodder for their medicine. And what they had done to the forty-eight just to walk in the sun right away. Raven shuddered again and looked at Clarke, resolution in her eyes.

"I'll make sure they stay here Clarke. But what are we going to do about the Ark? Mount Weather will destroy anything that comes down, and we can't just tell the Ark, "hey, I came from the future and you need to disengage all twelve stations of the Ark to have any chance at surviving the fall to Earth," can we?" Clarke shook her head, hands on her waist.

"Could we distract them when we know the Ark is coming down? Like, I don't know, jam their signal back at them?" She suggested. Raven shook her head.

"I don't know Clarke, I don't know. But we'll figure something out. I'm sure I can get Monty to help somehow, maybe get in contact with Sinclair and Wick on the Ark. I can tell them that there's a signal coming from the mountain and then maybe… I don't know." Clarke sighed again and looked at her people. The dropship shook and shuddered in the violent wind whipping outside of it. Murmurs pervaded the air, thankfully keeping their conversation hidden in the noise.

"We still need to get the grounders out of there. The Wallace's can't keep doing what they're doing in the name of their people. It's so wrong. How do I even begin to explain how I know what I know about the mountain? Maybe if Lincoln and I both share, they'll believe us." Clarke looked around again. "Where's Finn?" She asked.

"Sulking someplace because of what Bellamy did to Lincoln, and at how they brought him back.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic that he's still alive, and here, but it won't ever be the same again Clarke. Not to me anyway. I can't look at him how I used to. I was so mad at what you'd done, for a long time, and now it's like I don't even know him. I don't know what to do. Knowing that he has what he did in him, it honestly scares me a bit…" Raven trailed off at the unexpected honesty in her statement.

Clarke was quiet for a minute and then looked back up at the ceiling. "I should get back up there, Octavia is probably wondering where I am." Clarke looked at Raven again and smiled softly, moving to hug her. "We'll figure everything out, Raven."

Raven nodded and hugged her back before pulling away. "Come up if you need anything." Clarke said and then moved around the floor to gather a cloth and a small basin for water, bringing both up to Octavia.


And there we have it, guys! So that's Raven and Lincoln back now. Are there any more? Who knows. There could be dozens...

Clarke's leaving on Unity Day. How are they going to get out? What's going on with the Ark? How will they get to Earth without dying a fiery death? Why do I ask so many questions? Probably because I'd like to hear your thoughts.

Anyhow, let me know what you think! Comments, questions and concerns go in the review box, please and thank you very much!

Until next time!

-Bad Wolf.