Author's Note: So this whole fic was born out of an idea I had where the Arkians - Abby specifically - would come down expecting to take charge and lead on this new world, and all of a sudden they see these children they sent to die, having thrived, dressed like Grounders, knowing things about Earth they couldn't have imagined, and both by the default of their superior knowledge and legally - based on the treaties they had made, these children are now in charge of them and they have to defer to their judgement here on Earth. I also had this picture in my head of Abby being so thrilled to see Clarke and try to explain the whole 'Jake' thing to her meek daughter who would of course come around to logic, only to find her dressed in furs, with her hair braided back, full Grounder style, holding her baby, a tall, dark, and ferocious looking Bellamy beside her, holding their other child, the pair of them now leading Skikru instead of Abby, Jaha, and Co. This whole thing has been leading up to that point and I am going to try to get it into this chapter - thought with all the content I have to include to introduce that, the chapter may be insanely long and/or split into two parts, but just so you know, that's where this is headed. I hope you enjoy! Please review!

P.S. I have been posting in short succession, so please make sure you've read the previous chapter(s) before moving onto this one!

Clarke

Monty wanted to hold them aloft from the dropship, in front of everyone and make them all sing Lion King. Bell and I vetoed that, but I'm still pretty sure that the only reason he didn't sneak them out while we were sleeping and do it anyway, was because O pointed out that it was so cold, it wouldn't actually look like Lion King until springtime. I had no idea how she knew that... we watched Lion King like twice on the Ark, ever, and I'm pretty sure she was locked under some floor boards at the time. It seemed insensitive to ask, but then again, I had just given her a niece and a nephew so maybe I could anyway... I'd revisit that idea later. In the meantime, I focused on this whole... mother thing. I didn't really know how to do it. I knew that betraying their father and getting him killed was probably not the way to go from personal experience, but beyond that... how did I do this? And how did I do this on Earth? On the Ark, there were these mommy and me classes, a name that had stuck around from Old Earth, and that forced an entire group of mothers whom had given birth to their only child, to learn together. The funny thing was, when O brought it up as a joke to Lincoln he nodded seriously and said that Trikru had Mommy and Me classes too. Of all the things that had transcended a nuclear war, and made it through two separate populations of people, one living in the sky, and another on radiation infested Earth, I really hadn't thought Mommy and Me would be it. But it was. So here I was surrounded by a bunch of Grounders from different tribes, trying to hold two squirming babies without Bellamy because while he clearly wanted to come with, there was a problem with the Ark landing next week, and it would be suspicious to the council if both our 'leaders' were not present to assist. A kind woman came over and said something to me in a foreign language.

"Sorry." I mumbled back. "I'm still trying to learn Tregedisleng." She nodded as if understanding and walked away. The mom next to me, a tall woman with sharp cheekbones holding a very still baby whose wide eyes kept surveying the room smiled kindly to me.

"She's from the Lake Villages. They don't speak Tregedisleng and barely any English, so you wouldn't have understood her anyway." She said. "I'm Alta. Trikru. Second baby, so I don't really need to be here, but the second time moms helped so much last year I thought I'd lend my assistance this time." I smiled.

"Clarke. Skikru. Only Skikru mom because my birth control device got zapped by a faulty electrical fence. Oh. Also the first of my people to have twins in over a hundred years. Also the first of my people to legally have a second child at all for the same amount of time. I'm a bit out of my element." Alta laughed.

"Yes, Nikko told us about the customs in regards to children. So none of your people have siblings then?" She asked, intrigued.

"Actually Bellamy, the other Skiheda and Octavia, Lincoln's girlfriend, or whatever they are, they're brother and sister." Her brow furrowed.

"Oh, I thought-"

"Their mom refused to terminate. Pretended to do so and had Octavia in secret. Bellamy helped raise her under the floor. When they found out, they floated their mom, Bellamy got demoted to janitor, and Octavia was put in lockup - our prison, I guess."

"Floated?"

"Executed." I replied grimly.

"And they put Octavia in prison? For what, being born?" I nodded.

"On the Ark, there's no room for extra people, we were over populated as it was, not enough oxygen, not enough food, and so if you were over 18 and convicted of any crime from petty theft to murder, you got floated. If you were under 18, you were put in prison, and your case was reviewed when your 18th birthday came about. Then they decided if you should be given another chance, or floated too. Almost 85% of juvenile delinquents were floated on their 18th. Hell of a Birthday, huh?"

"So Octavia was released on her 18th then, and got to come to Earth?" Alta asked, clearly disturbed by our vile customs.

"No, actually. She only turned 18 a few weeks ago. We were all prisoners. They didn't know if Earth was livable, and the Ark was running out of time. They had to make sure before they sent everyone down, so they sent a hundred prisoners... well, Bellamy snuck on to protect his sister, but the other hundred of us were prisoners. Who cared if we died, right? They were going to float us eventually. We were to be pardoned, if we survived. Funny thing is... once they get down here, with all the treaties we signed and agreements we made on behalf of our people, they're not really in charge anymore. They can pardon or not all they want, we're in charge of them."

"They should be tried for their crimes." Alta snarled. "Putting innocent children in prison, executing for petty crimes? They should be on trial!" I looked down at my children, imagining their fate had they been conceived on the Ark. Dead. Both of them.

"They will be." I promised.

"This conversation took a slightly dark turn." Alta said with a smile. "My fault. As per usual." She held up her daughter. "This is Faite. Her older sister, Pieta, wanted a brother so badly that when she was born, she sighed so dramatically and said she guessed it was fate. We took it as a sign." I smiled.

"We haven't actually figured out the names yet. Nothing seems quite right."

"We had that problem with Pieta. Found her name in a book two weeks after she was born. When you know you just know. Don't worry, it'll come eventually." I smiled at Alta.

"Mommy and Me hasn't even started yet, I already feel like a better parent and I made a new friend. This class is awesome." Alta laughed and nodded.

"A few by the looks of it, everyone's scoping out the Skiheda with her badass premie twins who ended up being just fine. You're kind of a legend already. I don't think friends are going to be hard to come by around here."

Bellamy

"Where's Clarke?" Her mother asked. Angrily, wasn't the word to describe her voice, and it was too calm for frantically, but she was clearly upset that her daughter wasn't present in this discussion.

"She's out hunting." I said levelly, gritting my teeth to keep from yelling the words at her. Jesus, I'd already told them this half a dozen times. Did they just not believe me?

"It's been an hour!"

"Do you have any idea how long hunting takes? And they're looking for a large section of game which means they can't use guns or they'd scare the rest of their prey off so they're using bows and arrows and knives and I get that you wouldn't have a clue about this, but let me fill you in. Stalking prey to get close enough to kill it with a knife, takes a long ass time. Clarke's one of the best at it. She can walk practically silently. First one to pick that trick up from the Grounders. Your daughter is a genius. Are you appeased now, Counselor? Can we get back to politics?"

"Please." Raven added bitterly. "Listen up Ark. Because you're landing the whole damn Ark, your ejection spot is going to have some extra drag on it, what with the massive hunk of metal you're hurling through it, so the worry that you land on some of us is still pretty prevalent in a lot of our minds. The Grounders too are worried, and since y'all don't want to be badass and land in the ocean, we've come up with a new mark. It means moving your landing date up a few days, are you prepared for that." Their technician nodded and Raven gave that approving look which was barely any less violent than her usual look. "Good. I'll get you the equations after Bellamy reminds you of all the rules."

"The rules?" Abby repeated. "You mean your little treaties."

"I don't know how many times I'm going to need to explain this to you. There are lethal forces down here. They will kill all of you the moment you break treaty. Clarke worked so fucking hard to get these sanctions and agreements in place so that they wouldn't kill us and so that they would team up with us against the Mountain Men. We're holding our own against the Reapers and Mountain Men for now, and we're hoping that Dr. Griffin will be able to help the healers down here with the anti venom for the Reapers, return our own to us once they've been taken, that's part of the treaty, actually. If you do not comply, you will not be protected under the treaty, and they will kill you. I know you think you're all powerful with your guns and your high tech, but you will not even see them coming in enough time to shoot them. They will kill you. Or maybe they just won't warn you when the Mountain Men release their acid gas clouds and then you'll die. Or maybe they'll set loose a herd of radioactive predators into your camp, and then you'll die. Either way, I know you all think you're tough shit, but you're nothing compared to these people. And if you do not subject yourself to the treaty's rules or Skiheda's command, you will not be protected. And I know some of you have kids in the 100, so I'd like to add that these are the same kids you all sent to die. And Skiheda, and The Commander, and our treaties, they saved them, and they took care of them, and to be honest, half the kids are romantically seeing Grounders at this point, so you're really not going to convince them to run away. They are loyal to Skiheda, and they are loyal to the Tribes. So if you want to be involved in their lives, if you want not to die, if you want not to be run out of our territory and abandoned to the violent whims of Ice Nation, you will follow the damn treaties. It's not actually asking you that much." Jaha sighed, and a few of the counsellors looked thoroughly terrified, while others bore the expressions of petulant school children, disbelieving my convictions.

"Please, can you review the main points."

"You will submit yourself to the rule of Skiheda, whom has promised fealty to the The Commander, the leader of The Thirteen Tribes. Right now, the 100 acts as the 13th tribe, and we have vouched for you, meaning that you are under our protection. If you break the treaty, we have the right to break ties with you, and allow the other tribes to enact their own punishment or retribution for any acts you commit. We also have the right to deny any individual or individuals who act against Skiheda or the Tribes sanctions in Skikru. You may duel with other tribe members as you wish, however both parties must agree to the duel, and without a proper duel in place, murder is not allowed in the tribes. Sort of."

"Sort of?" Jaha asked, his eyebrows rising.

"Fighting and sparing is a way to determine who is in charge. If someone wanted to become commander, they could do so by attacking and killing their current heda. However each heda has been lethally trained in combat, including our own, and you will not get very far by trying. The Commander cannot be anyone, each tribe can have anyone as their heda, but the One Heda must be a night blood. I'm getting off topic, we can explain much of this when you land. The important part is, don't agree to duels, they don't mean with guns, they mean with swords and sticks and their bare hands, and you will die. Don't go against orders from Skiheda, or the commander. Any other heda's rule you may choose to follow, but if you feel it conflicts with your tribe's ruling, you may also choose to ignore it. Dr. Griffin, you must help fine tune the antidote. Clarke can explain that more once you arrive. Specific rules and regulations will be taught to you in pieces upon arrival, but down here, we all do our part to help our tribes survive, but if you don't like the job you are in, if you wish to learn another trade or elevate yourself, there's no one stopping you. We have a myriad of punishments that fit the crime, we don't just murder every petty thief. You will submit yourself to Skiheda's rule. That is really the essence of this treaty allowing you to land."

"What is a Skiheda?" One of the Councillors asked.

"It is derived from the Grounder languages. It means Commander of Skikru. Which is the name of our tribe, given our decent from the sky."

"Who is Skiheda?" I smiled.

"You'll have to wait to find that out."

"It's clearly him." One of them grumbled.

"She most certainly is not Bellamy." Raven piped up. "She's way prettier than Bellamy, and definitely more lethal." She turned to me and actually smiled. "I mean I totally thought she was going to be a wuss, but did you see Indra teaching her and Octavia the other day? I'm pretty sure she could kill me if she wanted!"

"She definitely could, but most definitely wouldn't."

"Thank God for that." Speaking of Octavia, my little sister burst through the door.

"Heda is here. She wants to hear them make their promise immediately." I could see the shocked looks on the councelors' faces when they saw O's appearance. She was in full Grounder garb today, black makeup streaming down from her eyes, hair braided back like a warrior, furs wrapped over her leather clad shoulders, tight leather leggings and a tunic to match. I nodded at her.

"Send her in. I believe they are ready." I turned to the camera. "Do not offend her. She will-"

"Kill us. Yeah. We got it." Abby Griffin said. I smiled.

"You're getting the hang of this Dr. Griffin." Lexa strode into the tent in her full glory, her terror inducing guard following her with some of their most impressive weaponry. She said something confidently in Tregedisleng and Octavia bit back a smirk before replying slowly and gesturing to the camera. I moved and allowed her to take my seat.

"I am Lexa. Heda of all the Tribes. Have the Skihedas explained to you that you are to submit to their leadership lest you be shot down out of the sky before you even land?" She spoke with such superiority, there was no doubting her words.

"Yes. I am Jaha. The Chancellor on this Ark."

"Not anymore." She said matter of factly. "You are a citizen, under protection of The Skihedas. The moment they cease to vouch for you, you will likely be a dead citizen. You are not in charge anymore, sir." She replied. She turned to me.

"Skiheda, where is she? I had hoped to speak with her."

"In your village actually." I said, cautiously. Octavia quickly chirped out something in their clipped language. I was actually pretty amazed at how fast she'd picked up on it.

"They don't know?!" She asked in awe.

"We don't know what?" Jaha asked, suddenly on his guard.

"Who the other Skiheda is." Octavia said immediately. "She'd probably want to tell you herself, but as she's not here, and you seem very tense, we'll just tell you." Nicely covering up the children thing, O. Brilliant.

"It's Clarke." I said. "She and I were elected as commanders. We lead Skikru. If you cannot follow us, you should know now, for now is the time to declare allegiance in front of The Commander." The pause which followed was long, and for a moment, I was afraid they would laugh in our faces, promise to nuke the whole planet and kill us all, and all our treaties would be for naught. Finally, after a few, heart pounding minutes, Jaha nodded slowly.

"We agree to the terms."

A/N: Yup. I had to split it in half. It got too big. I'll update soon thought! xoxo - Please review or PM me with name ideas!