3.

The night continued to be a shit show. It seemed Bellamy didn't take her suggestion to go easier on the Alpha trainees, so Clarke ended up having to stitch, clean, and wrap more arms and legs then she could count. By the time the last patient left the room, Harper was bidding Clarke an exhausted goodbye. Monty had left them after lunch to go work on the moonshine and he was also needed to help Raven rewire the radios, so it was just them working.

"Night, Harper." Clarke whispered back, the two girls left in opposite directions. Clarke fell onto her rickety rolling single bed that was perched up against the wall next to Raven's. The mattress wasn't springy but it was better than the couch. There was an actual pillow this time and she sighed happily gathering her mess of a hair to the side before putting her head down.

She wished her eyes would close and that sleep would come easily. She didn't want to think, didn't want to replay the image, the last image of her dad before he was taken away from her. Since the day was hectic she hoped she would have tired herself out but that wasn't the case.

"CLARKE!" A shout came from behind the door causing her to jolt up. Nerves ran through her spine at how frantic the voice sounded. She opened the door to find Jasper, eyes wide, breath coming out heavy.

"Jasper?"

"You have to come now!" he all but yelled in her face. She glanced around the skybox, to find that other doors were open, some people stood around not knowing what's going on, others looked panicked.

"It's Octavia, she's Bellamy's sister, listen, there's no time to explain" he grabbed her arm and they ran down the hallway. He pulled her quickly in different directions, up the stairs, down many other turns before finally bringing her to a new room she hadn't seen before. From her spot in the hall she could see their leader's dark hair springing up in every direction, he was slightly pacing in place but the worry on his face is what made her heart jump.

She walked in to find a pale girl with dark hair lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Her wrists facing upwards, a cloth pressed up against each one was dark red with blood. She assumed that they were once white. She rushed to her side applying pressure to both wrists. She repeated the movements, pressing harder on each wrist allowing for the blood to stop, she didn't notice Bellamy move from his previous spot to now sitting on a wooden chair at his sister's side, closer to her head.

He watched Clarke, eyes angry but for once she knew they weren't directed at her, they were directed at whoever did this, and she couldn't help but think if his anger was directed at himself too. She turned to the girl in front of her. She looked to be sixteen maybe seventeen, how the hell did this happen?

"Here, apply pressure to this wrist," she held out the right one to Bellamy, "I'm going to check the other one," his fingers brushed hers as he took her spot pressing the cloth closer to his sister's wrist.

Clarke very carefully peeled back the other one she was holding, she saw a deep long cut running four fingers away from the bottom of Octavia's palm. The severity of the cut wasn't what caught Clarke's attention; it was the yellowish bumpy skin around it, the disgusting pus that came out of it with the most horrifying stench.

"How did these happen?" She asked Bellamy, but her eyes were still on Octavia. She shifted her gaze to Jasper who looked down unsure if he should be the one to speak at all. Miller walked in just then.

"I got everyone to go back to their rooms. Finn said he didn't know what she was doing until she did it. He didn't—"

"What happened?" Clarke cut him off asking more sternly now.

"She slit her wrists," Jasper spoke up, if Clarke was shocked she didn't show it. Typical, to think she believed that Bellamy Blake was able to keep these people safe was stupid. He was notorious and stubborn, from refusing to acknowledge her plea for a better-equipped medical room to denying her suggestion to keep injuries to a minimum.

"With what?"

"A knife." Jasper murmured, eyes shifting.

"Bring it to me." Clarke said, her eyes narrowing down at Octavia. Jasper ran out but not until Bellamy gave him a quick nod. Clarke resisted the urge to roll her eyes, their loyalty to him was incredible, considering.

"Nathan, get Monty to give you whatever batch of moonshine he's made. I need to try to disinfect the cuts as much as I can." Miller looked at her slightly taken back, she raised her eyebrow in confusion and slightly questioning him, but he shook his head and followed her orders. She dared a glance back at Bellamy who was looking down at his little sister, eyebrows furrowed.

"She's going to be fine, it's just slightly infected, let me take a look at the other one," he pulled the cloth back a bit revealing the cut to be in a state much worse than the other one, the bleeding had finally stopped though.

Shit, she thought. Nathan needed to hurry up with that moonshine.

"Funny, didn't think you were the type of person to let a bunch of kids run around with knifes." she jabbed, furious.

"Shut up." his firm voice was laced with anger mimicking his face.

"Why?" she questioned, eyes glaring back at his, "So you can continue to silently wear your pride thinking you're better than everyone here?"

"No Princess, you seem to be covering that just fine."

"I never pretended to be anything I'm not, Bellamy. I was just trying to help—"

"We don't need your help!" he got up quickly kicking the chair he was sitting on back. His eyes grew darker, and his lips turned in a scary scowl. She could see the faint rises of his chest as he breathed heavily. He shook his head trying to shake away his frustration and stepped closer to the bed, his hand lightly brushing Octavia's hair to the side and tucking it behind her ear.

"Got it," Jasper exclaimed also breathing heavily, followed by Miller. They placed both items they brought in on the bed next to Octavia's waist. Clarke opened up the jar of moonshine and poured it over each wrist. She ripped up a piece of the cloth sheet by the edge of the bed and used it to clean her wounds. After wrapping them up with the fabric, she picked up the knife inspecting it.

The three boys in the room remained quiet. Bellamy's eyes still on his sister's limp body, and the other two watching Clarke with intensity.

"What is it?" Miller asked her.

"I think it's just not clean, and when she cut herself whatever was on it caused an infection."

"Will she be okay?" Jasper asked, his goggles not around his neck this time, but clutched in his hands. Clarke opened her mouth to lie, to say yes but the truth was without the right antibiotics she didn't know if Octavia would be alright. She wasn't able to lie or tell the truth because in the next moments Octavia's body jerked up. Whitish clear foam was spilling from her lips, her body shaking.

"Get her on her side" she yelled out and the four of them rushed to her. Bellamy cradled his sister's head lightly, some of the saliva and foam spilling on his hand. Miller grabbed her shoulders and Jasper her hips pulling her over to her right side. Clarke stood in between Miller and Bellamy lifting Octavia's eyelids examining her pupils. Shit.

After a few more seconds, Octavia calmed down. Her body went limp once more and she stopped seizing.

"She's stable for now, her heart beat is a little fast but it will calm down also. I don't know if she'll be lucky next time," Clarke went back and lifted the knife up, "The knife isn't just dirty, it's covered in poison or something toxic, unless we have the right antidote she won't stabilize the next time she seizes."

"Fuck," Bellamy got up, fists clenched at his side, "stay with her, we'll be back with the antidote." He told Clarke, and then Miller was on his feet too.

"No, you stay here with her too, make sure no one comes up here and engineering is still working on getting through the firewall," Bellamy said to him, "Jasper you're coming with me."

Jasper nodded quickly, then walked behind him nervously shifting his goggles from one hand to the other. Clarke didn't know what Bellamy was going to do, she didn't know what he was talking about when he gave those orders to Miller, but she knew that if she wanted his trust and if she wanted the people of Skicru's trust she had to follow their leader's orders, especially if they did it themselves without batting an eye.

"Where's he going?" She asked. Miller looked at her seeming to realize that she was still there. Instead of answering her, he took the spot Bellamy was previously occupying sitting on the chair next to Octavia. Clarke knowing better but somehow always choosing to do the opposite, moved away from the door and closer to the edge of the bed.

"If I wasn't here, if I couldn't help her, where would you have taken her?" it seemed like the right question to ask because Miller's eyes shot up, "He can't take her to the hospital in the Ark because they'll be killed on sight, and no one can help her here because they wouldn't know what to do."

Miller remained silent; his eyes focused on the space on the wall ahead of him. Clarke was slowly piecing it together, but she was missing something. Skicru couldn't have lasted this long without a proper doctor. The way those kids were walking in and out of the room today, yes maybe Bellamy was trying to make a point, but there were too many bodies for just Harper and Monty to deal with. Plus those two proved that they couldn't handle anything more than scrapes and bruises.

"Nathan, if—"

"It's Miller, no one calls me Nathan." he gritted. She stared at him for a minute too long because he was squirming under her gaze, shoulders tensing up even more.

"Your dad called you that," she whispered, understanding. His whole body went tense now, and finally he met her stare. He didn't nod or shake his head but Clarke already knew the answer. "You probably don't know this, or maybe you do, or maybe you don't want to know," Clarke trailed off, "but he fought for you."

Miller's clenched jaw fell slack, his eyes seemed lighter, his posture wasn't as stiff as it was seconds ago but still there was something blocking everyone, keeping them at bay. His guard was still up and Clarke felt for him. This time he nodded, but still remained silent. And this time, Clarke didn't mind.

For the next while Clarke alternated between checking Octavia's cuts, cleaning them, wrapping them back up, and wondering about Skicru, her mother, and life back at Arkadia. She didn't speak to Miller again after their brief not quite-emotional-enough-to-be-a-heart-to-heart conversation, but she didn't mind. Miller was someone who she found that silence with, was never awkward or worrisome. She glanced around the room now; it must be Octavia's.

The walls were bare, but she had a beat up oak dresser, and what looked like a matching bookshelf. They were placed side by side against the far wall. Clothes were dripping out of the drawers, and she had a good collection of books stacked on the shelves. Clarke was tempted to take a look at them but she felt like she was crossing the boundaries. She was browsing through the unconscious girl's room whom she's never even met before.

Thankfully, Bellamy came back half an hour later. Octavia hadn't had any seizures or woken up although the amount of blood she lost will make her weak if—when she does wake up though. Behind him a man with tattoos on the right side of his face, over his forehead and along his check came into view. He had dark hair as well, and a lot of it, a long beard and a dangerous look in his eye. He took one glance at Octavia, then the knife by the corner of the bed near her foot, before pulling out a small rusty metal box with several tiny vials.

"Who's this?" Clarke asked. The man finally turned to her only for a moment before looking back at Bellamy who nodded his head.

"I'm Nyko. I will help 'Tavia." he said, his phrasing seemed broken, like he was unfamiliar with the language. Clarke noticed his clothes then too. He was wearing different types of materials. What looked to be fur and leather, and weird stretchy fabric? The colors seemed off too, while everyone in Arkadia and on the Dropship wore colors that seemed dull like greys, blues, blacks, Nyko was wearing different shades of green and brown.

"How are you...?" Clarke didn't get the chance to form her question because Nyko was already walking towards Octavia. He lifted a vial filled with dark green flakes before taking the jar of moonshine. He sprinkled some of the contents into the jar before swirling it and bringing it to Octavia's lips. Bellamy helped him pour the liquid down her throat wiping away any excess with the sheets lying on the side.

"She will be ok." Nyko said, placing his metal box back in the pouch on his shirt or jacket, Clarke couldn't tell, and walking out the door. This time Miller followed him out, and Clarke stared down at the young girl's body.

"Who was that?" she asked Bellamy. He stayed silent, observing his sister. Clarke was getting tired of these people ignoring her, thinking she was stupid or useless or not worth an explanation. She opened her mouth to say those exact words to Bellamy when Jasper walked in again.

"Hey Clarke, you're gonna wanna see this."

Clarke was lead back down to the second floor and into a large room that looked three times the size of Raven's. There were tables beaming with shiny metal placed strategically alongside the various operational switches and buttons that were too many for Clarke to count. There were chairs, plush with rolling balls on the bottom, and bright ceiling lights all over. However, it wasn't the futuristic feeling of being in that room that caught her attention, it was the massive computer screen, the five smaller screens and the insane amount of files and paperwork that was piled up high.

"Hey, Clarke, there's something you'll want to see" Raven said coming into view. Clarke felt Bellamy cross his arms behind her; they both stepped further into the room. Raven sat down on one of the chairs before typing away furiously at the keyboard in front of her.

"What's going on?" Bellamy's deep voice rang closer to Clarke's ear.

"We were working on getting the firewall down on the Ark's security system since the upgrade, when there was an interception, we located it to be coming from Mecha Station."

The biggest screen before them flashed white then her mother's face filled it up. Her bloodshot eyes were the only indication of sadness over her daughter's departure. Other than that her face was somber, almost disappointed and brown hair pinned up neat. Thelonious Jaha and Shumway were on either side of her. She stood tall behind a podium, hands placed in front of her.

"This is a message to my daughter, Clarke Griffin," her mother's raspy voice filled the room. Clarke chocked back a sob, her own eyes watering. She missed her mom. Yet, she couldn't stay behind and watch her ruin this world. A world that was already suffering and lacking. Clarke stood taller; arms at her side, pushing the tears back behind her eyelids and stared at her mother's face.

"Clarke, if you're hearing this or seeing this, you need to come home. We can work it all out, just come home Sweetie," her voice broke, she took a deep breath before continuing, "to anyone who has seen her or finds her, bring her home. There will be a great reward to show our appreciation. Thank you."

The screen went black. Raven looked at Clarke with wary eyes.

"It was broadcasted all over Arkadia, in homes, on the street, stores, anyplace with a connection or a router."

"Who else here has seen this?" Bellamy asks Raven, his tone smooth and his presence demanding. Clarke glanced behind her to find him already staring at the back of her head.

"How much do you think we can get for her?" Finn's voice rang. They all shifted their gaze towards the humored looking guy with his feet up on the table leaning back against his chair. Clarke didn't hear what Raven's answer was or what Bellamy said to Finn because she bolted out of the room. She dashed through the halls, slightly bumping into some of the guards on duty.

"Clarke!"

"What?" she turned to face Finn.

"Sorry I was only joking," he said with a small apologetic smile.

"I know Finn, it's not you ok." she tried smiling back but she couldn't force it. She wanted to tell Finn that she was fine and that she was going to check on Octavia before heading to bed but Bellamy came up behind him.

"Collins, go back to engineering." his voice could cut glass. He eyed Finn until he left, then turned to face Clarke.

"I'm starting to think you're more trouble then you're worth,"

"What do you want from me?" her arms crossed at her chest, and a newfound sense of courage filled her veins.

"I want the truth, why are you here?" she watched him, really watched him, taking in the faint freckles scattered across his cheeks that are only vibrant in actual daylight, she assumed so anyways. Watched his eyes flicker between hers trying to figure her out, she watched and recalled how his anger and worry for his sister made him look more mature, more wounded.

"The truth is I'm here because I believe that you fight for justice, for basic civil rights, that you care enough about people to not sentence them to die for crimes they have no control over. I am here because I thought that you stood for something but you know what Blake? You're a fucking joke, this whole place, you don't give a shit about anyone or anything but yourself and your sister." Clarke spit out, she didn't notice that she had stepped closer to him, but she did see the effects of her words. His jaw clenched, the muscles on his arms tightening underneath his t-shirt.

"Brave Princess," he snarled stepping even closer to her. Ignoring his words, she narrowed her eyes and spoke again.

"Look, I get that you don't trust me. I know seeing my mom up there and knowing that it's a threat to have me here but she won't find out about it. I gave you my word. I'm not here to screw with you Bellamy. You hate to admit it but you need me, you need someone whose been on the other side," she said softly now, the anger and hurt draining her, "and I need you too, all of you. We need to end this Bellamy."

The air around them got thick as they stood toe to toe in silence. They stared at each other. She hoped her words struck a chord with him, that he would see her as more than a privileged blonde wannabe rebel from Arkadia.

"Ok." he said, eyes lingering on her face a moment longer. She couldn't quite read the expression on his face, but she didn't feel like figuring it out anyway. She was tired, and seeing her mother today was unexpected. She needed to process all of this.

She made it back to Raven's room after leaving Bellamy to check on Octavia once more. She finally placed her head on the pillow, she glanced down at her watch, and it stayed still, stuck on 1:20. Clarke knew that if anything it was probably 1:20 in the morning. Seconds later Raven walked in and plopped on her own bed kicking off her shoes.

"Seeing your mom today must suck."

"Yeah." Clarke mumbled, her eyes still staring at her dad's watch.

"I know you remember that day, very clearly, but maybe what you don't remember is the way your mom was looking at you after the surgery was over. I've never seen someone love the way your mother loves you Clarke." Raven whispered, lying down on her own bed.

"You were in pain, you had just gone through three hours of surgery with no anesthetic. You don't know what you saw." Clarke muttered back.

"So you think she doesn't love you?"

"You know what, I think I need to get some air." Clarke shoved the sheets aside and got up. She ignored Raven's calls and walked out of the room nearly bumping into Finn who looked like he was about to knock on their door. She ignored him too, making it down the stairs and through the first door she could find, she felt a rush of cool air hit her.

She finally breathed deeply once she stepped outside the building. She was on the opposite side of the warehouse. The sky was darker here; there were tiny twinkles of light shining down. She secretly hoped for a wishing star, she felt stupid for thinking it but maybe it can solve all her problems. She wanted to scream so loud. Her mother was looking for her, her place here was undetermined, and the way Arkadia was progressing she'd be surprised if they make it the two months her father had predicted.

"Whoa Princess, you're fast."

"My name is Clarke, fucking use it," she snapped not bothering to look behind her. Finn only chuckled, then came to stand next to her staring up into space as well.

"You don't like being called Princess do you?" She didn't respond, instead continued to stare up at the sky wondering what living on space and away from all these problems would be like. They probably would face the same situations up there too.

"I came by to see if you were ok," he said glancing down at her before reverting his gaze at the sky.

"How noble,"

"I try," he hits her shoulder with his own lightly, playfully, and Clarke wondered what it would be like if she had met Finn under different circumstances. He seemed like the kind of light heartedness she would have loved in her life.

"I kind of wanted to be alone," she tells him, but doesn't take another glance at him or a step away from him. He nods and steps back but not before calling over his shoulder that if she decides to run to tell him where she's going so that he can get in on that reward. She bites her lip to hold back a laugh.

She hangs back a while longer before the need for sleep kicks in. Raven might have knocked out by now so she would be able to avoid any awkwardness with her. Turning around, she felt eyes on her. She looked up to find Bellamy leaning against the railing of a balcony to what looked like a room, most likely his. He had a cigarette between his lips as he took a drag and blew it out. He was watching her intently, and she felt small under his gaze.

A flicker of something behind him caught her attention, it was a slender feminine figure walking around his room, and if she looked closely she would find that the girl was a brunette.