We Left Our Hands on Time

by Aeris Aimara Ciren

Clarke looked to the stars one last time, laying on the lonely step of Becca's Island, watching the flames lick eat away anything resembling life. And she remembers the hum of the hum of the Ark and the laughter of the first days of the 100 on the ground. She remembers Wells' smile and her father's touch. It's perfect.

2. Chapter 2 - Clarke

He was her only focus. The first person she ever missed that died on the ground. Wells.

It couldn't be. This was not right. He was dead.

Her vision cleared. She looked around. Saw more of the 100. They were dead. This was a dream.

It had to be.

She couldn't allow herself to hope again. Not after everything that happened. Not after everyone that she and the others had lost. Not after everything they had been through.

"Clarke? Welcome back."

Her gaze was instantly on him. "Wells."

A burning ignited in her chest. And fluttering in her stomach. Hope. Nervousness. Fear.

The sharp and distinctive sting of the monitoring band on her wrist helped clear the remaining cobwebs in her head.

It was real.

It. Was. Real.

This is real.

Disbelief shone in her eyes even as the drop ship shuddered and screams reached her ears.

She is back at the beginning.

Memories of the times before flickered before her.