Author's Note: So healing timelines are super off here. I didn't do much research in that vein and I really need her to be okay sooner rather than later. When I finish this fic I will go back and fix that. Also I know that I'm horrible. It's been like a month. I'm awful. But I'm working on it I swear!
Clarke
"Stop fidgeting Clarke."
"I'm not fidgeting, I'm impatient. Lincoln has been checking me out frequently. I'm fine." I was annoyed. Very annoyed. We were all in mortal danger and my mother and her right hand named Jackson were fussing about wounds that were well on their way to healing. But then again…my mother was here. Next to me. Fussing. Next to me. That was…that was pretty okay. The flaps of the tent flew open dramatically and a small horde of my friends rushed in.
"It's been long enough, Doc." Monty exclaimed anxiously. "What's the deal? Did we do okay? Is she gonna be okay?" A bit shocked at the sudden influx of visitors into the tent, my mother just stared at my friends.
"Oh my gosh. She paused." Jasper slapped his hand to his forehead and turned around, horrified. "She paused! Clarke's gonna diiiiiiiieeeee."
"Shut up, goggles." Octavia pinched him goodheartedly. "Let the woman speak."
"Dr. Griffin. Ignore the children." Bellamy's gruff voice cut through the chatter and commotion as he pushed past them and sat at my side taking my hand in his. "Please. Is everything okay?"
"Everything's…actually everything is looking on track for healing." I heard he joyful chatter from the others, but I didn't look away from the sudden calm that came to Bellamy. He sighed, his shoulders relaxing for the first time in hours. His grip on my hand tightened and his head sank down, relief permeating his mien.
"Thank God."
"Told you." I teased him. "Lincoln had it covered. And of course there was some really impressive work from all those amateurs who pitched in too."
"Haha! Yeah buddyyyy!" Jasper and Monty were doing some odd little dance behind Bellamy, Octavia rolling her eyes the whole time. Bellamy looked like he was about to cry and after a few moments of us just staring at each other, relief that at least for this one moment, everything was okay.
"Thank God." He repeated, burring his face in my side.
"Did we miss the verdict? Is everything okay?" Wells and Charlotte bounded in and the relief at seeing someone she knew and trusted was palpable on my mother's face was obvious.
"She's okay. She's gonna be fine." My mother repeated. Charlotte let out a soft sob and the small crowd of my family parted, letting her through so she could run to my side. I opened my arms and let her climb up onto the pallet I was sitting on. She nestled into my arms and cried.
"I was so scared Clarke. I thought we were gonna mess it up. I thought you were gonna die."
"Don't be silly. You all, you especially, Charlotte, you did an amazing job taking care of me and I am going to be really, really great."
"Not only that, but you really saved me today, Charlie." Bellamy said, taking her hands in his. "You looked out for me and kept me from doing something awful."
"You and Clarke and Wells always look out for me. It's about time I returned the favor." Bellamy bowed his head at her words and slid up onto the pallet next to us. Charlotte nestled further into my arms and I relished in the warmth as Bellamy wrapped the both of us up and held on tightly.
"Everything's going to be okay." He sighed.
"Actually…" I began. "Not so much."
"What?"
"Murphy, he…he came to warn us."
"Bull."
"Bell he was serious. I think we're in trouble."
"From who? Lincoln assured us that the Grounders agreed to live and let live, we don't bother them, they don't bother us."
"The Grounders, sure. Not the Mountain Men."
"They never leave Mount Weather. They can't be out for any extended period of time. They could be out here for a couple hours at most. It puts them at a disadvantage. And we've built structures to withstand the acid fog."
"I'm sorry." My mother interrupted. "Did you just say, acid fog?"
"Yeah. When we get too close to something they want the mountain men release acid fog to try and kill us." Wells filled in quickly.
"And the Reapers? They can send out Reapers on us at any minute." Monty suggested.
"That's not all. Murphy said that they have a whole host of Grounders locked up in Mount Weather. He said that they are transfusing their blood into their warriors so that they will be immune to the radiation, able to stay out a whole lot longer. Not only that, but they have nuclear weapons. It was just a power source at first, to back up their hydroelectric, but someone went in and weaponized them. They want to take us out. All of us. Take us out, but not before they've taken a whole hell of a lot of our blood so they can leave the mountain."
"And we're trusting Murphy, now?" Bellamy snapped.
"He knew what you were going to do to him, Bell. Why else would he come here but to warn us?"
"Why would he care about us. He wants us to die, Clarke."
"He's in over his head, Bell. He got in with them and didn't realize what they wanted. He thought they'd just kill us and move on but they're taking out the whole of the human population outside of Mount Weather. Speaking of, we need to get the Grounders in on this. Octavia?" I nodded at her. She whistled and the sound of huff beats pounded up to the tent.
"Check it out guys, Lincoln got me a horse!" She whispered excitedly, opening the flap and showing me. Bellamy rolled his eyes but didn't say a word against it.
"Be careful, O."
"Where's the fun in that?" She asked, swinging up. I hoped off the table and pushed aside my mother's medical tools.
"Jasper, can you get me that map Lincoln gave Octavia?" Jasper rushed off to grab it. "Monty get the others. We need to plan."
"We don't even know this is real, Clarke. It could be a trap." Bellamy reminded me harshly.
"I know. But if it isn't, we need to be prepared, and if it is, we need to prepare for that." He nodded. Satisfied with the answer.
"Clarke, sweetie. Slow down. You don't need to worry about this. We can go to Jaha, tell him everything you know and then the adults will take care of it. You kids don't have to worry about this anymore." I looked around, the others looking back.
"All due respect, Dr. Griffin, but that's the last thing we plan to do." Wells said, confident as always.
"I know you're used to being in control, being in charge, but this is our world now not your world. We have cultivated a nature of peace between ourselves and the Grounders and they don't trust you. They won't deal with you. I know you've been studying about Earth a long time, but we've been living here and a lot of what you think isn't true. You aren't in control any more. This is our fight. This is our community. And if you lot think you're going to come down here and act like you're still in charge you have another thing coming. This is us. This is ours. We're in charge now. And you are just going to have to fall in line or we will be setting ourselves up as a separate entity. One of the Grounder Tribes. And we will be with them, not you."
"Clarke!"
"Dr. Griffin. The 100 has lived here for months now. We know more about this world than you could hope for at this point. We have made our homes here. And no matter what their parents say to them, The 100 will follow Clarke. And so will a great many of Arkians who are scared, and in all honesty, don't trust the council anymore. You would do well to listen to your daughter."
"I don't appreciate your tone, Mr. Blake."
"I don't appreciate how you've treated your daughter like a child. She is our leader. And as I said. You would do well to fall in line."
"Bellamy." Lincoln's deep voice filled the small tent as he and Nikko stepped inside. "Octavia said we have trouble. "Lexa wants to talk. She asks that you and Clarke meet her at the bridge."
"Octavia could have told us. You didn't have to come all the way here."
"She mentioned that some of the Arkians were injured in the landing. Nikko and I wished to offer our help." Bellamy nodded and the two men clasped arms.
"Good man. Lincoln this is Dr. Griffin. She will lead you to those who need help."
"Griffin?" he asked looking at me. "So this is-"
"My mother. The one who spoke on the radio during my operation, as I understand." Lincoln held out his hand.
"Doctor." He nodded. She took it warily, looking up at the tribal looking man, still unsure of everything that happened around her.
"Now what?" Jasper asked, returning with the map I had requested.
"Now we wait for Raven."
"And then?"
"And then plan for a war."
Lexa
Today I would meet with SkiKru. Today I would add a 13th tribe. I would do what no Commander had done since the first. I would unite our troops tenfold. I would Lead us victorious against even the Mountain Men. I had been watching Bellamy and Clarke since they landed and they were exactly what I needed. They were natural born leaders and their people followed them with a kind of loyalty that was more rare than I could begin to explain. Then, their parents landed. A God damned spaceship out of the sky. They would try to take over, those bumbling idiots who had no idea what kind of world they had just stumbled into. They had damned well better follow Bellamy and Clarke. I would support the pair, my people and I. They would inspire loyalty, even in the "adults" or I would force them to. This was it. The beginning. We would rid the world of the men who ruled over the mountain people once and for all. The Wallaces. Trapping the unknowing innocents inside, telling them that all was well, that they were good, that nothing else happened in the world but their little butterflies and rainbows world.
I would liberate the naive fools from their evil masters. And I would unite the entirety of what was left of the human population. I would be the Commander to fulfill the wishes of all those before me.
Today.