*Note: In this fanfic, the people still in the Ark never arrive, but the actual building does crash to earth. Following the Grounder attack in season one, the 100 stay in Arkadia and are not taken by the Mountain Men, and as a result Mount Weather still exists.*
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The smell of gunpowder filled Clarke's nose as she entered the Armory inside the Main Hall. The sound of the door closing behind her drew Raven's attention, who had been restocking bullets and gunpowder. Raven put down the tin of powder she was holding and walked over to Clarke.
"What's up?" Raven asked, stopping a few feet away from Clarke and leaning on a set of metal shelves.
"Nothing," Clarke said. Raven rolled her eyes.
"Clarke, I can tell somethings bothering you because I just so happen to know you very well. What's wrong?" Raven asked again, grinning as Clarke sighed in defeat with a slight grin on her face.
"It's been too quiet," Clarke said. Raven nodded.
"I know. Its weird. We've gone nearly a month without any Grounder sightings," Raven agreed.
It had been nearly six months since the 100 landed on Earth. For awhile, they survived out of the very ship that brought them. Grounders ruined everything there, forcing the 100 to flee for their lives. But that's when everything changed. While camping in a field of tall grass, the sky lit up. The ark had finally reached its limit and it exploded, killing everyone inside. The teens mourned, for the loss of their parents and friends. They never expected the Ark to come crashing down to Earth, especially not that far from the field they had been trying to survive in since they were forced to abandon their first home on Earth. Now, four months after the Ark crashed, the 100 had turned the ruins of a space station into a flourishing home. All community needs and operations were in the Ark, like Medical, holding cells, supply rooms and closets, the garage, the workshop, communications, food storage, Armory, engine room, and the tech room. The rest of the Ark, which sustained damage during the crash, were refurbished into living quarters. Each of these rooms had the supplies necessary to care for whomever lived there, whether it be one or two people.
After the move to Arkadia, the hopeful believed the Grounders would now leave them alone, as their new base was more than twice the size of theirs. The realistic, however, knew the Grounders would follow them. The realistic were right. Not even a week after the move while the 100 were still settling in, a Grounder raiding party ambushed and stole all of their food from storage, injuring seven people. The leaders were just happy no one was killed. It's been a month now with no raids, and people are starting to think they had finally found peace, but Clarke, Bellamy, and a few others knew it wouldn't last long.
Clarke and Raven paused their conversation when they heard the doors open. Both girls turned their heads sharply to see who had interrupted their conversation. Bellamy, Monty, Jasper, Murphy, Octavia and Harper entered and gathered around the table, alongside Clarke and Raven. They were the ones everyone looked up to. The whole crew was here. Clarke looked at Bellamy with a questioning look. She had no idea what was going on, and she always knew what was going on.
"Bell?" Clarke asked. Bellamy sighed.
"We got a message from Ice Nation," Bellamy said. Clarke went stiff.
"What did they do?" Raven asked, leaning on her arms that were rested on the table. Her question was answered as four stretchers pasted the Armory doors and window, three of the stretchers were covered.
"What the hell happened?" Clarke asked, her eyes following the stretchers as they moved down the hallway.
"Hunting party was attacked, three miles away from our border with Ice Nation. They shouldn't have been there," Octavia said, her arms crossed against her chest.
"Fox, Sterling, and Myles are dead. Monroe is still alive," Monty said. Clarke, uttering swear words and nasty insults under her breath, ran from the Armory and down to Medical, where a whimpering Monroe withered in pain on a table.
"Someone bring me moonshine," Clarke order, hustling into the room and immediately started prepping Monroe for surgery. Jasper came into the room, not walking, but definitely not running.
"Moonshine, my lady," Jasper said. Clarke glared at him as she uncorked the bottle and poured it on her hands. Clarke glanced up quickly when she heard more approaching footsteps. Bellamy and Octavia were greeted with a scowl.
"It would have been nice if someone told me I was needed," Clarke grumbled, putting the last of her materials on the table next to Monroe.
"Sorry," Octavia said sheepishly.
"Nevermind that. Get Raven and Harper," Clarke ordered. Octavia nodded and dashed from the room. Clarke poured more moonshine over the needle she would need to use to close the several open wounds. Harper and Raven came into the room, Raven's ponytail swinging side to side while she walked as fast as her limp would allow her.
"You asked for us?" Harper asked. Clarke nodded.
"If something ever happens to me, someone needs to know how to do this stuff. You are both two of the smartest people in this camp. Congrats, you were just selected as a doctor's assistant," Clarke said, looking back and forth between the girls. They glanced at each other quickly, trying to conceal the grins creeping onto their faces.
"Just tell us what to do," Harper said, Raven nodding in agreement. Clarke gave the girls a nod before they set to work.
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Clarke was in Medical, now alone beside a sleeping Monroe. The water was running over her hands clear, but down the drain red. She was so lost in thought, she didn't notice Bellamy coming to stand next to her, reaching for the cloth that she was using. Clarke looked up at him.
"Give it to me," Bellamy said softly. Clarke didn't object. Bellamy took the rag and gently rid Clarke's hands from the rest of Monroe's blood.
"She's gonna be okay, by the way," Clarke said quietly, watching Bellamy. Every time his hand touched hers, she felt an electric shock. She wondered if he felt it too. Glancing outside the window, Clarke nearly gasped when she realized how late it was. The sun had already dipped below the horizon.
"Done," Bellamy said, turning off the water and discarding the blood soaked cloth. Clarke smiled her thanks.
"We have patrol in the morning. I'm gonna head back to my room," Clarke said.
"I'll walk with you," Bellamy said quickly, looking at his feet and then her face. Clarke felt her heart skip a beat. She hoped he couldn't hear her heart pounding. The pair walked down the corridor in silence, side by side. The doors to their rooms were directly across the hall from one another. They came to a halt in the middle.
"Goodnight Bell," Clarke said softly.
"Goodnight Clarke," Bellamy said. Without thinking, he pecked her cheek and entered his room, leaving Clarke dumbfounded in the hallway. While she hadn't moved from her spot, Bellamy was leaning against his closed door, a satisfied grin on his face.