"Dont forget to strip the dropship! Take everything that we could use! Be careful of the sharp edges!"Clarke limped around the chaos of the camp, giving instructions and helping where she could,which wasn't very often to Clarke's fury. Bellamy had somehow told the whole camp while she was sleeping to not let her even lift a finger to help move the settlement. Whenever she moved to help someone lift a heavy bag or pack rations, a camper came out of nowhere to assist, waving Clarke off.

It was infuriating.

"Clarke, I've got this." Someone muttered beside her, trying to lift the makeshift backpack off of her shoulders.

"No thankyou." Clarke snapped, grabbing the buckle strap back from its thief. "I can handle it on my own." Clarke stomped away before anyone else could grab something off her person, looking for a curly haired man with a smirk.


After the shocking warning from Lincoln, Bellamy and Clarke had decided that it was best if he stayed in camp with them until it was time to depart. The guards were on high alert, and were given orders to shoot at any grounders on sight outside the wall. He had nowhere else to go after all, and he had agreed to show them the way to the sea.

So, he awkwardly stood by the wall by himself, looking out over the camp with a blank stare. He saw several people struggling to collapse a nearby tent but stayed where he was. The welcome by some of the 100 wasn't exactly warm, and he knew his help wouldn't be appreciated. It wasn't their fault of course, Lincoln knew. The two peoples had been in constant tension ever since the existence of the other was known. When the campers looked at him all they saw was murder and deceit. Lincoln hoped to change that on the journey to the sea. Whether they liked it or not, they needed him. He was the only grounder willing to show them the path to safety, and without him, they would all be surely slaughtered no matter how much Bellamy puffed up his chest and claimed bravery.

To Lincolns displeasure, he also needed the 100 just as much as they needed him.

He had no home, nor any friends remaining at the Grounder camp. All he had in his possession were the clothes on his back. Safety grew in numbers, and without the shadow the 100 cast upon the forest, he would be truly swallowed alive.

Lincoln roughly swallowed at the thought, his throat suddenly scratchy and uncomfortable. He shifted against the wall he currently leaned on and closed his eyes against the discomfort, trying to ignore the pain he had grown used to feeling. He coughed weakly and sighed. He had left his medicine in his cave, not counting on not returning to his dwelling. Just thinking about it made him long for his paintings and drawings, making him homesick. Lincoln heard the noises of the close by campers finally succeeding in collapsing the troublesome tent, and soon he was alone with his thoughts once again. He opened his eyes back up to the unforgiving sun and a thought crossed his mind as a bird flew overhead.

I'll be right back.


Clarke finally found him in his tent, packing away his and hers clothes into a backpack much like the one on Clarke's back. Clarke blushed momentarily as she saw him delicately push an extra shirt and pants of hers into the bag. During her "Sick leave" Bellamy apparently had Octavia move every possession of hers into his tent, moving her in permanently to be by his side. He lifted his head when he heard her come in and gave her a dazzling smile to make her knees weak and her resolve loosen, then frowned when he saw the backpack on her shoulders.

"Why don't I carry that for you?" He said standing up to take the bag from her shoulders.

"No." Clarke sighed, fixing him with a small glare and taking a step back. "I can at least carry a backpack Bellamy! Your little minions won't let me do anything."

"Your sick Clarke." He continued, moving closer to her until he wrapped her up in his arms. Clarke protested weakly, then melted into his embrace. She hated how he could make her forget how mad she was with one fell swoop. She reciprocated his actions, moving her small hands around his waist and tugging him slightly forward. Bellamy rested his chin on the top of her head and they stood together, breathing the other one in.

"Im not that sick." Clarke muttered stubbornly. "Ive made a great improvement."

Clarke felt Bellamy nodd. "I know you have. But if you were anyone else, you would have prescribed them days of bedrest, would you not?" He questioned.

Clarke bristled. "Yes." She bit out.

Bellamy chuckled and his chest vibrated against Clarke's cheek with every breath. "Doctors always have trouble following their own advice."

Clarke felt her backpack move around on her shoulders. "Theres so much to do!" She sighed. "I can't sit around and wait all day."

"Yes," Bellamy said. "You can." Suddenly, Bellamy lifted the pack off Clarke's shoulders and swung it onto his own back in a flash. Clarke let out a sound of anger and jumped to retrieve it, only to have one of Bellamy's huge hands knock her arm out of the way.

"Give that back!" Clarke cried.

Bellamy laughed. "No way. If you want to help so bad, take one of my guards into the dropship with you and tell him how to pack away all your medical supplies." He said, retreating back into the dark corners of his tent away from Clarke, who was advancing quickly towards him.

"I can do it myself!" Clarke yelled frustratingly. She came closer into Bellamys personal space and stood on her tip toes to stare him down. Bellamy's face became passive. "Give. Me. My. Pack. Back." She demanded.

Bellamy pretended to think for a moment. "Hmmmmm...no." He smirked.

That smirk drove Clarke over the edge.

She dove for her pack, aiming for the strap swinging back and forth in Bellamys hands. She momentarily caught him by surprise, his eyes wide as she grasped hold of the strap and pulled. Clarke thought she had finally won as she tugged the bag to her chest, until Bellamy's arm snaked around her waist and smashed her to him.

Now Clarke was the one surprised. She froze as Bellamy slowly worked his lips with hers, moving her encouragingly and holding her tight to his chest. Clarke cautiously set the pack down by her feet and wound her arms around Bellamy's neck. Bellamy sighed as she gave in,opening his mouth and deepening the kiss slowly.

"What do you think you're doing?" Clarke muttered against his mouth.

Bellamy grunted lowly. "Distracting you." He whispered, slowly making his hands towards the bottom of her shirt and pulling. "I havent seen you all day." He continued, now working his way down Clarke's neck and chest. "You need to relax." He sighed.

Clarke put her hands of Bellamy's shoulders and breathed out slowly, trying to keep her mind focused on the object at hand. "There's a lot to do." She said, gritting her teeth. "I can't sit around all day and do yoga, no matter how much that would please you."

"Hmmm." Bellamy hummed, moving back up to Clarke's height. He suddenly captured her legs and brought them around his hips as he sank to the ground and gently laid her down beneath him. Clarke weakly rolled her eyes and huffed.

"In that case, let me show you downward dog…"


Finn worked monotonously as he packed up his things. Tomorrow, the whole camp would start their march toward the famous sea. Towards safety, and opportunity.

Away from Raven.

Clarke had put him in charge of packing and distributing her things, and he hated her for it. He hadn't even entered her tent since her death. How was he supposed to pawn her stuff away like an auction? She wasn't an object to be sold, she was his best friend.

And he ruined her.

Finn choked back a sob as he folded up his last possession from the Ark, a spare pipe from the engine room. To the outside eye, it was nothing. To Finn, it was his whole world in one piece of metal.

Finn jumped down from the air ducts, his feet making an obnoxiously loud clang as he landed that rang throughout the engine room. He cringed, but wasn't very worried. He knew the engine room was always empty after dinner and that Pete, the nightwatchman, had an affinity to fall asleep at his post after his nightly pot of coffee.

Finn breathed out a sigh of relief after a few moments of silence and let a huge grin broke out on his face. He was alone. In a flash, he took of, racing up and down the aisles with glee. He jumped over pipes and balanced on beams as he ran his heart out and whooped for joy. In the back of his mind, he worried about waking up sleepy Pete with his noisy footsteps. If he was found he'd be in the lockbox for sure, never mind he was only 13 years old. And what about his mother? He couldn't leave her alone with his father. Especially now that he had lost his job in the market…

Finn slowed his steps, regretting his decision. He should never have come here-

"OOF!" He let out, smacking into a hard wall and falling straight on his back. His head hit the hard metal of the engine room floor and he saw stars moving in and out of his vision. Finn groaned loudly and leaned up to see his attacker,freezing at the sight.

A girl sat with wide eyes and an open mouth, staring at him across the worn bottom floor. Neither moved a muscle for a few moments, shocked at the appearance of the other.

"Hi." Finn finally squeaked.

The girl said nothing as she slowly moved backwards from him.

Finn moved to grab her hand and she turned and bolted, her dark hair flying out behind her.

"Wait!" Finn yelled. He jumped up and followed her easily. His mother always said that he was the fastest runner on the Ark, and his mother was no liar. The girl tried her hardest to outrun him, to no avail as Finn caught up and tackled her to the ground.

"Get off of me!"

Finn struggled to to pin the girl. She was much bigger than him, and slippery too with a black substance smeared across her body and face. Her red jacket was much too big for her small frame and it slid off her shoulders as she punched and kicked at Finn.

"Stop wiggling!" Finn bit out.

"So you can turn me in? I dont think so!" The girl choked.

"Im not gonna turn you in."

Red jacket paused. "Why not?" She asked suspiciously.

Finn shrugged. "I figure we're both breaking the law, makes no sense to turn you in when I'm just as guilty."

The girl raised an eyebrow. "Then why you still got me pinned to this damn floor?"

Finn rose up, shocked. He's only heard his father say such language and wasn't accustomed to hearing it come out of such an innocent mouth. He scrambled off the girl and regained his sense.

The girl sat up and looked Finn over but didn't move from her spot on the floor. After a moment she said, "What's your name?"

"Finn."

The girl nodded and looked round the engine room in sudden interest.

"Whats yours?" Finn blurted.

The girl was ready for the question. "I only give my name out to people I trust." She said, lifting her chin. "And I don't trust you."

"Oh." Finn said simply. Her answer surprised him.

She suddenly jumped up and swiveled her head around the huge space. "We better get out of here before Pete wakes up." She said, already turning to walk away.

"Ya, ya sure." Finn jumped up and fell into step with the girl as they walked. The silence was nice until Finn couldn't take it anymore.

"So what do I call you?" He asked.

The girl glanced sideways at him. "Whatever you want I suppose." She grunted.

"How old are you?"

"12"

"What deck do you live on?"

"Do you ever shut up?" The girl snapped.

"Only when I'm sleeping." Finn said automatically. Thats what his mother told him all the time, and even then she joked that he carried on in bed and talked to his blankets.

That made the girl laugh and brought a small smile to her face, her tinkling giggle echoing throughout the metal room. Finn joined in and soon the pair lit up the bleak room with the sound of their laughter.

Suddenly, a hand shot out and grabbed the girls hair, yanking her into the air with a scream. Finn froze as he saw Pete holding her by her long hair as she screamed and kicked and cried.

"What do you think you're doing here girl?" He coughed out. "I have half a mind to beat you black before I turn you in to the Chancellor!"

"Let me down you fat lard!" She screamed.

Pete turned around and grunted. "Where's the other one? Where's the boy?"

"I dont know!"

"Dont lie to me girl!" Pete threw her to the ground and stood over her menacingly, grabbing her jacket in his meaty fists.

"Finn!" She cried.

"So his name is Finn you little bit-" Pete yelled then suddenly cut off as a dull thud rang in his ears and he promptly fell to the ground on top of the crying child, out cold.

Finn stood behind him with a pipe gripped tightly in his white knuckles, staring at the red stain at the end in confusion and shock.

"Finn." She breathed.

"Ya?" He answered.

"Help me up."

"Okay." He said, dropping the pipe and kneeling down to grasp her hands and pull hard, straining against the weight on top of her feeble body. Finally, she gave way and slithered out from underneath the hulk of a man. She jumped up and immediately grasped Finn's hand and tugged him harder away from the limp man.

"We have to go Finn, we have to leave-"

"Is he dead?"

The girl paused and looked over her shoulder at the body. She bent down to retrieve the pipe and stuffed it in her jacket pocket as she watched the chest refuse to rise and fall. She turned back to Finn. "Do you know of a way out of here?"

Finn nodded.

"Show me the way. Lets go."

Finn turned and together they ran to the ducts. Finn jumped in and had to help the girl in the red jacket lift herself up. Finn moved through the ducts faster than he ever had before and had to wait several times for the girl to catch up behind him. Finally, they reached the ending point that spit them out on Finn's deck. He kicked out the vent cover and fell out onto the empty floor with the girl closely following. He silently replaced the cover and stood to look the girl in the eyes.

"Did I kill that man?" He breathed.

The girl looked to the ground. After a moment she barely moved her head in a nod.

Finn stilled and lost his breath. "Can you find your own way back to your room?" He choked.

The girl nodded and turned to leave without a word. She was halfway down the hallway before she whirled around. "Finn!" She called.

Finn hadn't moved his feet from their spot on the worn carpet. He looked up with a tear running down his face.

The girl reached in her jacket and tossed the pipe to him. He caught it and held it loosely in his hands. He looked up at the girl.

"My name is Raven. Raven Reyes."


Crissy moved noisily through camp as she gathered up supplies, various metal pieces gathered up in her arms making a symphony of noises. She walked by the wall and stumbled on a stray root, causing the bounty in her hands to spill over the forest floor.

"Dangit." She muttered, bending over to pick up piece after piece of her supplies. She counted as she retrieved and paused when she got to four.

"Wheres the fifth one?" She mumbled, looking around the ground at her feet. Finally, she spied the last one nestled underneath a bush and smiled, walking over to pick it up. Suddenly, a mass jumped out from the bush and once again the metal was scattered around the ground in disarray.

Only this time, there was a head beside one of the pieces.


Heeeeyyy?! *Smiles sheepishly from behind a wall* Im back? Sorta?

Sorry that this is crazzzzzyyyy late. I know this excuse is cliche, but I have been really really busy these past two months with band and school and college and work blah.

Also sorry if this is short. And the beginning is choppy but overall Its not terrible? Right?

Not a whole lot of bellarke in this one.I want to show that the world isn't so perfect outside the bellarke bubble...which is about to be popped…

Sorry if Finn is ooc. I kinda hate him in the show and think his character is flat and predictable. I wanna give him a little deeper meaning.

Special thanks to Pkpopi for the review that got me going! :)

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