Chapter Tweleve

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When Anya tears into the camp shouts ring out through the people. They jump back in fear of the massive beast in front of them, the beast of a horse heaves and pants as it comes to a stop. Anya slides off of the giant horse, carrying Clarke in her arms as Murphy carries the medicine beside her. "HEALER! ABBY!" Anya's voice is full of fear and desperation as she yells for Clarke's mother. The blonde no longer gripped her shoulder tightly. Head of loose golden hair limply laying against Anya's shoulder and chest.

The woman hearing her name with such fear, comes tearing out of one of the building, heart pounding, mind racing. Then her eyes catch sight of what is in Anya's arms. "Clarke." The words are whispered but they crack Anya's armor.

She walks forward, Clarke bundled in her arms. Limp. "Save her. she's been shot." Her voice is commanding but begs Abby. She needed to save her. To keep her alive like they kept Lincoln. She needs Clarke to fight against death like she does. Needs Abby to help her.

Kane steps out of the building, head racing with possibilities before he sees them. "Oh god. JACKSON!" His shout brings the young man forward. "Anya get her into the medical now!" Kane grabs Abby's shoulders, shaking her. "Abby, you need to breath. Save your daughter." Abby nods as his voice pulls her from her stupor, swallowing her tears and spinning around, she rushes to the cot Anya is holding Clarke next to.

The woman's muscle are bunched as if she doesn't want to release her unioned. "Set her down. I need to check her over." Anya nods, face twitching and heart racing as she sets Clarke down gently, hand cradling the young woman's head. The injured blonde moans softly eyes fluttering open before shutting again. "What happened?" The mothers voice is strong, doesn't waver yet her heart clenches as she pulls back her daughter's shirt. Cutting it away to see the damage. The shirt drips with blood as she drops it to the floor. Raven stands in the doorway, eyes zoning in on the bloodied cloth. Tears prick her dark eyes. Why did there have to be so much blood? Earth was supposed to be a place for second chances, not a place that rips them away. Leaving behind scars, blood and family.

"A guard. Shot her. She killed the man holding me." Jaw clenching Anya stares at the blondes slack face as Abby cleans the blood from her stomach. "She is here because of me." Anya's voice shakes and her fist clenches the table. "I have failed her."

"No. You haven't." Abby's eyes look up t meet Anya's before she focuses back on her daughter. "Burned the bullet wounds?" Abby's fingers dance over her daughter's slightly less bloodied stomach.

"Yes, she was bleeding heavily. Lexa stopped it." Anya's hands want to hold Clarke to her chest. Take the pain. The blood. But she couldn't touch the girl. She needed Abby to help her. Treat her wounds.

Abby nods, mind running through possible injuries. Internal, external. She had to be thorough. "Good. Good. Okay, help me roll he rover." Slowly they move Clarke. The tiny blonde is limp in their hold, moaning only once. "Okay, looks like most of the bullets are out, clean exit. I need to cut her open. Search for damage." She swallows. "We don't have anything to keep her unconscious. Anya I need you to hold her down." Abby's eyes water as Anya nods, face full of worry and pain.

Murphy steps forward from where he had been silently watching them. "Wait. This. I brought this from the mountain." Abby stares at the box in his hands. "It's medicine."

Relief crashes over Abby's features. Hope settles in her chest. "Thank god. Jackson get what we need. Hurry."

Rummaging through the box he pulls out a needle and syringe, dipping it into a bottle he draws out an amount and shoves it into Clarke's arm. The girl moans. "Abby, you don't have time to let it take affect." His voice is warning, every bit of apprentice he was.

She swallows, it echos around the room. "It'll take a minute. Anya, Kane, hold her down. Murphy I need you to do the same okay? She's going to thrash and scream as i'm doing this until the medicine kicks in." Anya brushes her fingers across Clarke's face before her hands rest across her unioned's shoulders and chest.

Murphy holds her hips down as Abby pulls a strap across the wounded blonde's chest. Kane moves to her legs. "She won't know what's going on so she will fight you guys. I need you to keep her as still as possible." They nod and tighten their holds and Abby begins to cut her daughter open.

She tries to pull away. Tries to arch her back off the cot. A low moan escapes her throat. Anya holds her shoulders down, face by her unioned's. Whispering. "You will be fine. Breath. Stay strong. You will be fine. You will live." Abby's hands shake as they work over her daughter. Low whimpers leave her throat before she really screams as Abby pours alcohol over the wound and then scrubs away the grim, plucking out pieces of Clarke's shit. It is pain filled and echos around the room. Anya clutch her shoulder, holding her still. The whispering continues. "You are strong. You will be fine. The pain will be over soon. Relax." Abby pulls out one stray bullet before searching for more debris. Jackson helping her with a calm yet grim expression on his face. Raven stands in the doorway. Eyes broken.

Clarke's eyes shoot open as her mom pulls a piece of shrapnel from the bullet out of her flesh, she screams before relaxing, her body shakes and her eyes flutter. They are glazed, dull. Her words are soft spoken but travel around the room as she no longer feels the pain of her mom digging through her. Fixing her. Everything is numb. "My fight is over." Her eyes blearily look up to meet Anya's, pale slightly bloody lips twitch as they try to smile. "May we meet again." Clarke breathes out, face going slack, eyes full of so much emotion Anya wants to scream as those emotional, loving, strong, caring eyes shut.

"NO!" The word rips from her throat as she slips her hands around Clarke's cheeks, blue eyes open sleepily. Slowly. Anya's hands are moving over a pale face as she stands over her unioned, at the head of the cot. Looking on as Abby fights to save her Clarke's life. "You do not leave Clarke of the Sky and Blood! You will stay and you will fight! If I have to drag you from the goddesses and gods I will. You stay." Anya's voice waivers only once as one hand moves down and she squeezes Clarke's left hand. The girl's eyes flutter shut again and Anya feels something fall down her face as she turns to look at Abby, eyes desperate. "She is not moving. Not fighting anymore." Clarke struggling against their holds had given her hope. Fighting meant she was strong. She would live. But now her unioned was limp. The fight was gone.

Hands shake as the doctor takes a deep breath. "The medicine has knocked her out. To stop her from moving. We just need to fix her. Get the other shrapnel and cloth pieces out and fix what's torn. She'll be fine. She has to." The last words are a broken whisper before Abby steels herself. She would save her daughter. "Murphy go get all the people, tell them Abby Griffin, their Chancellor, is requesting everyone with O negative blood to come forward, Clarke is O negative. If people don't remember turn them away. If they hesitate on what type they are turn them away. O negative can you remember that?" He nods turning and running as fast as he can.

Raven steps forward, eyes full of tears. Clarke had said goodbye to Anya. Anguished dark eyes look over the blood and her unioned. Anya has her left hand tangled with Clarke's voice a low murmur as she whispers into Clarke ear. Tears fall down the woman's usually stonic face. Raven feels her heart shatter. Clarke couldn't die. She couldn't leave them too. They had lost so many already. "I. I'm O negative." Raven's voice shakes as she stares at Clarke in worry.

"Raven. Clarke's dying." Abby looks up at the girl, remembering the way she had screamed when Clarke killed Finn. The way she lashed out and hit Clarke. Revenge was never pretty. Pain was never pretty. "If we give her blood that is not O negative her body with reject it and she will die. She killed your family. If you-"

"I'm not lying!" She screams out, eyes watering. "I don't want anyone else to die. Okay? I love Clarke. Shes my friend. I just hate her right now. I don't want her dead Abby. Please. She needs it." Tears fill Raven's eyes. She didn't want anyone else to die. Hadn't they lost enough already?

Abby sighs, pulling out another piece of leather coat before Jackson begins to stitch up a piece of an artery. "You just had major surgery not that long ago. Severe blood loss. Any blood we take from you would kill you. I can't Raven. Clarke would hate me. You can help Murphy find some people. Hurry." The mechanic steps back, face slack in anguish as she looks to Clarke before nodding, stumbling outside to help Murphy.

Anya's shoulders shake. She had lost Tris. She couldn't lose Clarke. Her jaw trembles and she hates it. It had never been this weak before. Had never trembled. She blamed Clarke. Clarke had made her weak. Made her cry. Love isn't weakness Anya. Tears show your strength. Anya can swear she can hear Clarke. Knows it is just her memories and mind playing with her but she wants Clarke to speak. To call Anya out on crying. She just wants Clarke to live. She begs to all the goddess and gods that Clarke fights to live. That they let her unioned fight for this lifetime. She had never really asked the goddess for much but now, now she was begging, pleading like a simpering fool. She prayed the Goddess of Strength that she lent Clarke a hand. To the God of Healing that he helped Abby. She screeched at the Goddess of death and told her Clarke would live another day. She would not take her unioned from her. She pleaded with the Goddess of Warriors that she spared Clarke a death by combat. That she let Clarke live to fight more battles. Clarke was a strong warrior. The Goddess need not take her away in her prime. Before she had even lived.

Before long men and women are coming through, lead by Raven as Murphy searches for more. Abby sends some of them away with a quick look at their watering noses. They would sicken Clarke. Pulling a young man down she asks how much he's willing to give. "Whatever you need. She was saving my sister in Mount Weather." Her eyes scan over his face and she sees the similarities between him and Harper Turner. Abby had memorized every one of the hundreds faces. The dead haunted her in her sleep.

"Do you have any health problems. Any diseases. I need the truth because if you do she could die." Her voice is hard as steel and as cold as ice. A warning. A promise to cause pain if she is lied to.

"No." He shakes his head, eyes bright with conviction. "I'm healthy, my screening results are on file. I'm clean." He stares at Abby, he needed to help Clarke like Clarke had helped his sister. Harper was in that mountain and he knew without a doubt that Harper was coming back here.

"The files are down. Have been." She pauses as she listen to his heart before checking over his body. Letting out a sigh of relief. He was healthy. "Thank you." She breathes out as she connects a needle to his arm, connecting it to tubing before putting another needle into Clarke. She watches and counts as the blood leaves the boy and fills Clarke. After a minutes she bandages his arm up. "Take him to get food, he needs rest." Another person steps forward, helping the boy out of the medical wing.

A woman steps forward, she looks to be almost fifty. "Chancellor." She stands tall, proud and ready.

"Gertrud." She dips her head in acknowledgment. "Any health issues that will harm her?"

"No. She saved my Damien." The woman's eyes prick in tears of happiness and Abby takes blood from the woman sighing in relief as color slowly comes back to her daughters face. They had been in here for hours. Now that there was more blood in her they could finish the surgery.

"Thank you. Get some rest." The woman nods and more people wait outside in case the chancellor or the leader of the hundred needed them. "Alright Jackson, lets hurry up and finish. The longer she's open the more danger."

"Got it Abby." His face shows relief and hope. They had a chance to save her now. They continue to stitch what needs to be fixed, cleaning out what is dirty and the cloth left over in there when Clarke's chest stops moving.

"ABBY!" Anya's voice is pained. "She not breathing!" Brown eyes frantically look to Abby before feeling her unioned's chest. The eyes grow more pained and full of fear.

Jackson steps forward, hand over her throat then chest. "Her heart stopped." His voice is low, broken as he looks to Anya and then Abby.

"Anya I need you to hold your hands over her stomach so she doesn't keep bleeding." The woman rushes forward, legs swinging up over the hips of her unioned as she presses down on the bleeding. "Jackson epinephrine now!" The man grabs a syringe from the box and rummages around in it as Abby begins chest compressions. "Give it to her!" Murphy stands in the doorway, face frozen in horror and Raven's jaw shakes and trembles. Tears in her eyes. "CLARKE! I know you can hear me. Don't give in! Come on! Breathe!" Abby begs and screams at her daughter continuing to push on her chest. The epinephrine takes effect as Abby gets her heart beating again. Clarke gasps as air comes back into her lungs. Heart and blood flooding with epinephrine, adrenaline, sending her body into overdrive. Restarting everything quickly. Lungs. Brain. Heart. Her chest slows as her breathing settles. Her body remains limp due to the medicine. "Jackson we need to hurry. Anya look out." Anya clammers off of her unioned, moving back to stand above her head, hands gripping Clarke's. Blood covers them.

Finally Jackson and Abby are stitching the girl up. "Is she fine? When will she wake?" Anya speaks the words quickly, heart aching to see Clarke's eyes again. To speak with her.

Sliding her forearm across her forehead to wipe away sweat she sighs. "It's up to her now. I've done everything I could. When she wakes up is up to her. But she will wake up. She's stubborn. Strong. She'll wake up." Abby's voice is strong, never doubting her daughter. She dumps moonshine over her hands, Jackson doing the same as they clean Clarke up. Abby offers the grounder a rag. The woman stares at it. Nodding her head in thanks as she cleans the blood from her hands and then Clarke's. Now she waits.


They head out through the tunnels, shocking any reapers in their way and picking up comrades who had died in the tunnels earlier that day. Bellamy looks back at the train of warriors and injured. His heart ache as he thinks of Clarke. Shaking his head he finds his hundred. His original people. They are in starched clothing. Out of place but carrying guns across their shoulders, scowls on their faces. Harper and Miller sit on a cart, hips throbbing in pain. Monty walks beside him, face slack with worry. Jasper's is covered in guilt and grief. Indra supports her wounded warrior, helping him through the tunnels. The carts were full. Horses complaining with each reaper they brought in.

Hours had passed since they'd all exited the Mountain. It would take a nights journey of walking to get to the camp. A twenty minute ride on horseback at full sprint. God he hoped they had made it there in time. The day had given way to night already as they step out of the tunnels. They were getting close. "Indra, Nyko, take the reapers to the drop ship. Chain them down. Tie them to tree if you need to. Take warriors with you."

"Yes Commander." They breath out, Indra looks around and Bellamy steps forward, taking the injured grounder from her. The man groans and Bellamy takes most of his weight. More than Indra had been taking. The warrior sighs in relief. Indra begins to lead the horse to the left, some warriors cutting off with her. Guards pass batons to the warriors. Nodding their head in admiration. They were all fighters. Warriors. They would all protect their people. Fighting together to free their people had brought warriors and guard closer. They trust now. Octavia watches as Dana and Flint leave with the reapers. Monroe stares at Bellamy, eyes seeking permission. The leader nods his head and the girl takes off after them, catching up to Flint and Dana.

The night drags on but they do not stop. They cannot stop. Their feet ache but they ignore it until finally the lights come into view. Two horses tied outside the camp snort at their arrival. People of the Arc shout as they come into view. Abby comes out of medical, eyes haggard. "We need to get broth into them. Imogene!" Abby's voice brings the cook forward. "Make as much broth as you can. It will be all they can keep down. I need anyone with first aid training to come with me now." A few people step forward and she turns to them, eye moving to the Commander. "I take it they won't want to be confined in the medical wing?"

"The metal would make them uncomfortable and nervous." Commander Lexa's voice echoes throughout the camp, strong as she looks to her warriors. Abby nods.

"Bellamy set him down and then go get as many cots and chairs as you can. If you are not injured I want you fetching water and getting blankets." Abby's voice is every bit as commanding as a chancellor should be. "Lincoln you're a healer. I need you with me."

Lexa turns to her warriors. "You heard her. Get water for your injured. Help her bring them back."

Bellamy steps towards Abby. "Clarke." He swallows. "Is she?" His eyes are worried, broken.

"She's resting. She'll be fine. She's to stubborn to die." Bellamy feels the weight lift from his chest. She was alive. He couldn't do this without her. Anya wouldn't be able to do this without her.

He begins to help his people gather supplies to help the wounded. The horses are taken to drink and eat and cool down. Their bodies exhausted from overworking. They had served their people well. Grounders rub them down, cleaning the sweat and blood off of them. Treating them. Raven steps out of the medical bay, eyes searching as she hears the commotion of the warriors coming back. "Hey." She grabs a grounder. "Where's Dana."

The man shrugs her arm off, wrinkling his face as he speaks. "Gone. I am working." He moves back to setting up spots for his injured people.

Raven feels her heart stop. Feels her stomach drop. She had yelled at Dana. Told her she didn't care. She couldn't handle this. Finn dying. Clarke dying then coming back and now Dana was gone. Her knees wobble and she feels someone catch her. "Hey Raven, you okay?" Octavia stares at her, eyes full of worry.

"I. Dana's gone?" Her words shake and tears fill her eyes.

Octavia scrunches her face in confusion. "Yeah." Brown eyes tear up and threaten to spill as Octavia squeezes her shoulder. "She's at the drop ship helping with the reapers." Relief floods Raven. "Are you okay?" Octavia looks over the mechanic's face, green eyes worried.

Raven swallows. She feels like laughing. Crying. Screaming. "That asshole told me she was gone." She turns to lunge at him but Octavia catches her around the waist.

"He barely speaks English Raven calm down." Octavia holds her shoulders down, forcing the mechanic to look at her.

"Finn's dead. Clarke died and then he told me Dana was gone." Her chest is heaving and Octavia steps back.

"Clarke's dead?" The words are quiet, confused. Broken.

"No." Raven's eyes water. "She died but Abby brought her back."

Octavia slams her fist into Raven shoulder. "I freaking hate you. I almost had a heart attack."

"Now you know how I felt." The mechanic swallows. "There's some cots in my workshop. I crash in there sometimes."

"Then help me get them." Octavia rolls her eyes. "We need to work on communicating better."

"Yeah." Raven almost grins.

Octavia ducks her head as they grab the cot. "How does she look?" The words are quiet, scared as they move items around the dark workstation.

"Better than when Anya brought her in." She swallows thinking to Clarke's face as she died. Chest not moving. Anya screaming. She blinks away the tears and emotion. "She's got some color back. She hasn't woken up yet but Abby's confident she will."

"Good." Octavia smiles in relief. "I'll pop in to see them when we finish here."

"Yeah, if we spent all night there she yell at us for not being productive." Raven smile is trembling but her eyes are lighter. They hadn't lost much yet. They would be fine. They finally clear a pathway through the messy workstation.

"Her and Bellamy." Octavia grunts out as they pick up the cots and drag them outside.

Abby sits near a grounder, Lexa translating as Abby speaks softly to her. Cleaning the wounds and bandaging them up. They were skin and bones. Covered in bruises. Cuts along the major points of the body. Bruising around he ankles. Abby treats it all as they clean the dirt and grime off of them. Warriors come in carrying loads of clothing in for the ones who had been cleaned and bandaged. A huge fire is built and slowly people gravitate to it. The weak grounders sitting in their cots by the fire. Mugs of broth in their hands as they sip on it. Shooting these Sky people weird wary looks. Their Commander seemed to trust the woman who treated them so they let her. Buckets of dirty water are taken out of camp, clean water brought in and boiled over the fire to give heat to it. Slowly the dirtiness is washed off of them. Their malnutrition becomes apparent but they sip the broth quietly. Bodies hating yet loving it.

Slowly each wounded warrior and guard are treated. All to slow, each grounder who was in cages is treated. It takes most of the night and Abby is exhausted by the time the sun begins to rise. But they have treated everyone. Have to make sure everyone if okay. Grounders pull wool blankets over their shoulders, huddling together on cots and the ground. Seeking warmth and touch from others. Seeking to feel they weren't in those cold cold cages anymore. Empty cups and bowls cover the ground. The malnutritioned having drank all of it. Raven moves around, collecting the dirty dishes and staring around the camp. It is covered head to toe in grounders. Some guards are passed out near them. To exhausted to head back to their bunks.

Bellamy comes back from dumping dirty buckets, face covered in sweat, muscles exhausted but working. Commander Lexa lugs in clean water, setting it near the fire as she looks over her people. Silently grounder and Arc people work together. Abby sighs as she sits down on one of the cots. "We'll give them broth and bread for breakfast. Tonight we can try meat, but only a small amount. Too much and they'll make themselves sick." She runs a hand through her hair. "Make sure they don't drink a lot of water. Or drink it to fast. I need to check on my daughter."

Commander Lexa steps forward. "The Sky people are not as bad as I had thought. Clarke and her warriors have proven that. As have you. Rest. I will watch my people until you are well."

Abby nods her head at the Commander. "The same goes for you and your people. Thank you for rescuing the 47."

"They are Clarke and Anya's people. The two would have went in alone." Lexa's face has smudges of her war paint on, eyes hard truthful. "I will not let my people suffer. The mountain needed to crumble."

Abby sighs in exhaustion as she nods and turns around. Moving to go to her daughters side. Anya hadn't moved an inch. The grounder looks up as Abby walks in. "Anything?" Abby's voice is soft as she sits near her daughters side.

"No. But she will wake. She is strong." Anya stares at her unioned's face, voice determined.

The you woman's mother flicks her eyes over Anya before she speaks in a soft low tone. "You care for my daughter."

"I will not lose her. Cannot." Anya's eyes blaze yet are shattered.

Abby leans forward, eyes curious as she tries to focus on anything other than her daughter laying in the bed in front of her. Unconscious. "How did this come to be?"

"Clarke feared how you and your council would react." Fingers brush across the unconscious blondes cheeks and then forehead, moving stray hairs from her face. "You sent them down here to die." Her voice is accusatory, just factual as she looks over her unioned.

"No." Abby shakes her head. "We gave them a second chance."

"Sometimes second chances are death." Anya thinks to the beginnings of this. Watching this glowing ship crash into the ground. Wondering what enemies it would bring. "But they lived and I will forever be grateful. Clarke taught my people to love. Her people taught my the value of a good laugh. We were warriors through and through. Blood. Sex. Drinking. Killing. We lived for it." Brown eyes look up to find Abby's. "She wanted peace between us. Wanted her people to live. I did not need another enemy so we were unioned in a peace union."

"Union?" Abby leans forward, eyes curious and confused.

"I believe Bellamy called us wives?" She tilts her head to look down at Clarke. Misses Abby's shocked face. "She feared your council would hate the idea so we did not tell you." Anya looks up eyes blazing. "I will not leave your daughter."

"I wouldn't try to make you." Abby pulls her knees up to her chest. Anya cared for Clarke and Clarke cared for Anya. She could never destroy that. "She wouldn't let me either. She's grown up. She's not a child anymore."

"She is strong. You should be proud." Anya's voice is full of pride, wonder and truth. Brown eyes are bright with it.

"I am." Abby smiles slightly, heart warming. There is no hum of the Arc but there is the quiet hum on people moving about. Their breathing mixing together into an orchestra as the sound of the fire crackling and metal moving. Abby thinks she could come to love the sound of camp. Of home more than the sound of the Arc humming.

They sit in silence for thirty minutes, when Octavia comes in. The war paint is washed from her face. Wounds cleaned. Face hopeful. She holds a bowl and swallows when she sees Clarke's still form. "I um, I brought some soot. Lincoln made it. It's the healing one." She turns to Abby, telling her what's in it.

Abby stares at the mixture before nodding. The grounders seemed to be spiritual, she wouldn't keep them from doing what they needed. "You should be fine to put some on her, just keep it away from any wounds."

Octavia sets it near Anya and they finish cleaning the blood off of her arms and chest. Her black bra is dark against her pale skin. Anya dips her fingers in the paint, the powdery liquid cool against her skin before she begins drawing designs across Clarke's chest. Octavia looks to the leader. "May I?" Dipping her head in acknowledgment Anya continues to draw healing runes and tattoos over her unioned's arms and torso. No soot touches her stomach or wounds. Octavia dips her fingers in it, holding Clarke's palm as she begins the pattern there. Abby watches, this was a grounder custom. Finally the finish. Some paint covering Clarke's face in small designs. Chest covered in intricate designs. Anya pulls a blanket over her unioned, warding the cold away. They sit in silence. Waiting.


Dana clutches her broken nose, cursing the reaper who had snapped out of his bindings. Monroe steps forward, slamming her gun into the back of his head. HE falls limply to the ground. Dried blood covers his face. "Let me see it Dana." Monroe steps forward looking over the warriors face. Flint is laughing quietly behind Monroe, broken eyes glimmering in amusement. Monroe winces as she presses down on it. "It's broken."

Dana rolls her eyes in a very teenage like fashion, picked up from the hundred. "Yes I fi-" Monroe works quickly, snapping it back into place like her mom had to do plenty of time to her brother. Dana clutches her nose, glaring at Monroe as Flint pats the young sky girl on the back. Laughing.

Indra glares at them. "Tie him up. We must get the healer here." She glares at the three of them as they tie up the grounder. "Get fresh water for them." Dana sighs but does as she's told. Indra narrows her eyes at the sound Dana had unconsciously picked up from the hundred. "Watch yourself Dana. Insubordination is not appreciated." Dana adverts her eyes in apology. Indra rolls her own, motioning the three to hurry up. The last reaper is tied down. any tied to trees, the walls. Strapped down in seats. The drop ship and former home of the hundred is covered in reapers. All they do now is try rehabilitate them. Bring them down from their high and keep them alive.


The first day with the reapers is the hardest. They thrash and scream and pull in their bindings. They howl and almost get loose. They die. Some more than once as Abby continues to bring them back over and over again as they go through withdraw. No warrior sleeps that night at the drop ship. The screaming and groaning is eery. They focus on bring their brethren back to the living. Slowly but surely it works and they give them water and converse with the exhausted reapers changing back to warriors. It had taken a day but maybe they could get them back to themselves. Back to being who they once were. Back from cannibalistic monsters. Nyko stares at Abby in respect after he finishes cleaning one reaper off. They had stripped them of most clothing, it was covered in blood and dirt. They had cleaned all wounds and now they waited. "You and Clarke are death kissers. You have touched death and you have fought against death. No one has ever done that before. I am proud to have met both of you." He dips his head in respect.

Abby smiles softly, almost brokenly as she thinks to those she had saved and couldn't save. "We have much more we can learn from one another. I can teach you how to bring the dead back to life."

Nyko swallows. "Can I bring my son back?" His words are low, hopeful yet broken.

Abby ducks her head, tears stinging her eyes. She would have asked the same thing if she were him. "No. There are rules I guess you could say. After five minutes the chances of bring the dead back is gone." She had been lucky to get Clarke back breathing when she had. Her hands tremble at the memory. At the screaming from Anya. "If they are dead longer than a minute or to then they may not come back as themselves."

He nods. "Death used to be death. The dead stayed dead. It was not an end for but it was the loss. I am fine with bringing them back having limits. It is more than we used to know."


Bellamy had put off going to Clarke since they got back yesterday night. Abby had been gone the entire day at the drop ship and he had helped with the malnourished grounders. They looked better after a days rations and sleep. He creeps into the medical wing, feet hesitant before he is upon them. Anya is staring at Clarke intently, dark bags are under her eyes. Bellamy swallows thickly before speaking. "You know they say a pot of water won't boil if you continue to stare at it."

She looks up at him, staring at him with one raised eyebrow. "Water will boil due to the fire. It is inevitable."

Bellamy cracks a smile. "I know. It just means that if you keep looking at her or staring at her nothing will change. But if you go to sleep there's the probability she'll wake up while you're asleep."

Anya swallows her emotions down, facing Clarke again. Chest aching and heart racing in fear. "Her chest stopped moving once. I will not sleep and it happen when I am not awake to watch her." Her fingers dig into the side of the cot as she turns her eyes to stare at him. They are determined.

"I can watch her. Sleep Anya." He steps forward, staring at the warrior in compassion. "You've been up to long. It'll be fine."

The woman clenches her jaw, looking down at her unioned. "I do not know if I can sleep."

He nods, understanding completely. "Then we'll watch her together. Maybe an audience will wake her up." He grins as he sits down near them.

"Why not tell her someone forgot to feed the horses." Murphy's voice comes from the shadows as he steps through the door.

Bellamy snorts as he leans back on two legs of the chair. "Or that someone reorganized her medical supplies."

Anya stares at the two of them, tilting her head. "She will eat you for dinner if you moved her things."

Bellamy laughs loudly, eyes curious. "Tell me what you moved?" Anya stares at him suspiciously. He rolls his eyes. "You have to know from experience, Clarke's very anal retentive about her medical supplies."

Anya sighs, a small twitch in her lips as she looks down at Clarke. "I moved the moonshine. She couldn't find it and tore the room apart looking for it. I had to point where it was located." She smiles a half grin. "She didn't want me in the medical tent after that." Fingers brush Clarke's knuckles. "She is very messy though."

Bellamy snorts. "Let me guess, she leaves her clothes everywhere."

Anya narrows her eyes. "How'd you know?"

He chuckles and he rocks back and forth on two legs of the chair. "I've seen her tent back at the drop ship before you dragged her back home. We may have had little clothing but hers was everywhere."

Murphy snorts. "Who knew the Queen of OCD would be a mess."

Anya tilts he head at the strange words but runs her fingers along Clarke's shoulder, heart loosing the heaviness as she speaks to the two men about her unioned. "She also does not like waking in the morning."

"Stop spilling my secrets to them." A voice grumbles out. Three sets of eyes turn to her. Anya stops breathing. Staring at Clarke. "What?" The small blonde croaks out, sitting up slowly, Anya's hands on her back. Supporting her.

Murphy smirks as the blanket falls, his eyebrows move teasingly before Bellamy rolls his eyes and speaks to his equal. "Just glad you're awake. We'll go tell the entourage." He winks. "Don't get in to much trouble wifey." Bellamy grabs Murphy by his shoulder and leads him out.

Clarke turns to Anya. "Anya?" Blue eyes look worriedly at the grounder.

Anya swallows, finding her voice. "You said your fight was over. You said you goodbyes." Her voice is low. It doesn't shake. Doesn't waver.

Clarke swallows, ducking her head. Eyes furrowing. "I don't remember much. Everything was fuzzy but I do know I didn't want to leave you without saying goodbye. Without telling you I'd see you again." Clarke looks up, blue eyes glazed with tears and emotion.

Anya stares at her before tracing the patterns across Clarke's cheeks. "If you try to die again Clarke of Sky and Blood, I will kill you." Anya mumbles.

Clarke laughs and pulls the grounder in. Their foreheads touch and they rest there for what seems like forever. Taking in the comfort they each have to offer. "The same goes for you Anya of the Earth and Blood. Try not to die."

Anya smirks. "I make no promises." She kisses the blonde, lips soft and soothing. "You would just bring me back to kill me again."

Clarke laughs before sobering up, blue eyes staring into Anya's deep brown. "How is everyone?"

Anya swallows, tilting her head. "From what I gather they are all al right."


Raven sits outside the tents. Waiting for the grounders to come back from the drop ship. Her heart aches and races as she waits for familiar faces. As the sun begins to move farther and farther down the sky she sees the masses moving over the horizon until finally thy are there. Coming through the trees like a river of black. Monroe and Flint are shoving one another. Flint's eyes are broken and Raven looks for his other half. His brother. She does not find him. Her heart aches. The other grounders are speaking to one another, voices low and bodies still dirty. Suddenly Raven catches dark hair and green eyes. The others move past them as Raven and Dana stand there staring at one another. They are alone when Raven decides to speak. "I'm glad you're alive."

"As am I." They begin walking to one another. Dana's green eyes bore into brown.

"Have I told you i'm stupid?" Raven speaks softly, eyes searching Dana's face.

Dana's lips almost twitch but she holds it in, tilting her head to the side. Eyes still connected with Raven's. "Not lately."

Raven almost smiles but she just swallows and keeps walking toward the grounder. "Well I am stupid."

They stop walking, bodies inches from one another. "Why is that?" Dana's voice is challenging yet lost.

Raven blinks her eyes quickly, begging the tears not to fall. "I do care about you. What happens to you."

Dana clenches her jaw, forcing herself to keep looking at Raven's shattering face. They were both breaking but refusing to acknowledge it. "Warriors died like you said they would." Her words don't shake.

Raven licks her lips and stares at Dana. "I am glad you weren't one of them." Her is relieved yet full of guilt.

"Grunt was." Dana's voice doesn't break but her eyes water, her teeth tremble and her stomach drops.

Raven flinches. "I know."

Dana swallows the emotions. Hands limp by her side as life continues around them. "You know what he was to me?"

"Yes. He was everything. Family. Best friend. Ex." Raven thinks to Finn. They had both lost someone very important to them. All because of this war.

"I will continue to fight." Dana's words are strong yet soft. Warning Raven that if anything did happen with them Dana would always be at risk.

Raven steps forward until they are almost nose to nose. "I will always wait."


Bellamy and Murphy sit against the side of the Arc, in the shadows. "I never did thank you." Bellamy's voice is gruff.

Murphy scrunches her eyes in confusion, scar wrinkling on the left side of his face. "For what?"

"Not dropping the rope. I saw the rope burns." Bellamy also knew Murphy could have made it look like an accident. But he didn't. Anyone else could have let go.

Murphy shrugs, and almost blush crossing his face. "Turns out I couldn't kill you after all."

"I'm glad." Bellamy grunts out, head leaning against the cool metal as he watches his people move around the camp. They were broken but they were all mending.

"Me too." They sit in silence. Murphy turns his eyes to face Bellamy, swallowing he speaks in a low tone. "Do you think the faces will ever go away?" He thinks to the people he had killed.

Bellamy sighs, hand coming up to push his hair back. "No who we kill will stay with us forever." He thinks back to the three hundred that haunt his visions. His dreams. Sometimes waking moments. He knows Finn haunts Clarke just like all the others are effected by those they kill. Living with it is hard, but it makes you human.


Clarke leans into Anya's chest. The grounder had climbed up in the cot due to Clarke request. Now the younger blonde rested against her unioned. "We will have to get our marks sometime won't we." She can feel Anya's fingers moving over her scar, dancing across her bare skin.

Anya drops her chin to Clarke's shoulder. "Yes, sometime when you feel better." Her fingers slip across Clarke's skin, touching anywhere she can just to remind herself Clarke is here with her. "You will receive tattoos also."

"For?" Clarke rolls her head until she is staring at Anya through her lashes, head lolled against her unioned's shoulder.

"Your bravery." She touches Clarke's hip gently. "Winning a war." Fingers brush across Clarke's ribs. "Leading." They curl around Clarke's bicep.

Clarke nods, her fingers finding Anya's as she turns her head around. "Can we see our people?" Clarke stares at her unioned in question.

Anya smiles, she knew it wouldn't take long for Clarke to ask that question. "They have been waiting long to see you." Anya helps the blonde slip on a shirt before they step out of the metal building together. All movement stops and Clarke stands tall, arm around Anya's shoulder as their people stare at them. Grounder and Sky are mixed together. Eating, speaking, sleeping. They are mixed together. Brought together by one war. By an enemy so evil two unlikely forces joined. Clarke slips her arm from Anya's shoulder until she tangles her fingers with Anya's. They stand tall and look to their people. Their people stare right back. Pride and happiness evident. There had been many casualties, but they had won. They had saved their people.