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.

3. Chapter 3 - Raven

There was a minute that she needed. There was an hour that she took instead. There was no such thing as calm when things needed to be done. They were counting on her. She had to do this.

She didn't believe it at first. Any of it really. But there was no way Clarke Griffin, the princess of Phoenix Station, could have known of any of it. The truth about the spacewalk and Finn. Her mother, something Finn doesn't even know about.

She watched as the dropship left the Ark. Her hands clasped behind her back as she went to find the other ship. She had to finish preparing for her return back to the ground. She needed that pressure regulator and Nygel wasn't going to fucking win this time.