"Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up."
― Anne Rivers Siddons, Fault Lines

403 felt the way the world stopped spinning like the rest of the camp, the atmosphere of the night had changed so visibly from the once celebration. 403 knew that Octavia knew Clarke was still alive but also knew that she wasn't quite ready to believe it. The blonde that had helped 403 that time in the medical bay was now standing vulnerable to the pack. Their curious growls would be seen if they were literal wolves, afraid that this woman may not be the Clarke they once knew.

403 watched as Clarke took a step forward, a little raise to the side of her mouth, hesitant as to her next move. She could ask to see 076- the tracker from Skaikru- standing in the shadows, his presence yet to be realised. She had never seen such visible fear before, he stood with his head down, but his body ready in case he she need to protect himself. At least Clarke was holding her ground, he knew he could not hold his. She put two and two together as 420 had realised earlier that 076 was in fact Finn, the man who had given the location of the 100 to Skaikru. Whatever reason he had for being here, she didn't know, whatever apology he had for what he had done, she didn't know.

Eventually Octavia began to walk towards her, also a little hesitant in her step. Eventually they met each other, and without even having to say anything, Octavia drew her into a tight embrace. 403 could see the desperation in her stance, her head fell on Clarke's shoulder, both bodies breathing heavily enough to meet the demand of their sobs. Raven ran towards them- "Not without me!" she called and eventually laughter was heard and the rest of the 100 began to move toward her, she was the real, still living and breathing Clarke. She stood comfortable and strong- this was the fearsome leader that the campmates had told her about, but 403 could still see the movement of her eyes, wary of what was around her. Who knew what Clarke had been through since Prince Roan took her away? Enough for her to be aware of those who wanted to touch her, those who she had supposed to have come to earth with, made a life with.

"You're here!" Exclaimed Octavia as those at camp who hadn't gone to bed yet circled her, as well as those who had come back out to see what the commotion was about.

Clarke drew out a large breath. "I'm here." She smiled. She saw the large fire dying slowly, "What's been going on?"

"We were just celebrating the death of Prince Roan." Added Raven. Clarke's eyes widened at the mention of her captor.

"He- He's dead?" She clasped her hands to her head "I'm free!" she said.

"What?" asked Raven, aware that there was a lot of grey area over the past 17 years that needed to be cleared up.

"He told me that if I ever left the Skaikru camp he would kill me, and he would kill- " she paused

"Kill who?" Raven urged

"We have a lot to catch up on!" she bit her lip. 403 saw as she drew Octavia and Raven into a long hug.

Octavia pulled back as she took Clarke's arm, she traced the severed skin to find her bruised and bandaged arm. "Please tell me they didn't treat you like this." Octavia stated. Clarke withdrew her arm, tucking it behind her back.

"It's been a struggle at times."

"Well let's get to bed, whatever's to be said can be said in the morning! I just can't believe you're here!" said Octavia.

"How did you know I was even still alive?" laughed Clarke. Suddenly the attention was on 403, 420 and 395 who were standing at the back of the crowd trying to make sense of what was going on.

"These three escaped too- they got here a few days ago." Clarke made eye contact with 403, she didn't know what to do, this amazing woman who they all raved about was suddenly paying attention to her, and in a kind manner, like the way she did that time in the medical tent. 403 saw the other blonde gulp and move towards them. "They knew nothing about the world- honestly Clarke, I don't know what they do over at that child's quarter these days, but whatever it is, it's not pretty." Continued Octavia. "We worked out you were still alive. They kept asking questions about how we were able to escape Skaikru, make it out here by ourselves. Bellamy said it was because of you."

The moving direction of attention to the teens was suddenly halted. The crowd that swarmed Clarke fell quiet from their mumble. The mention of Bellamy had set the night back alight.

"He's not been the same since you've been gone Clarke. " Raven added from behind her, Clarke's gaze dropped from 403 to the ground, she stayed silent.

"Shit Clarke, sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I said let's go to sleep, but would it be weird to go back to the big house? I mean there are other bedrooms- plus you probably want to see him first. I mean I know it's been a while, but you must feel the same and –" Octavia rambled and 403 saw a slight dart of Clarke's eyes to Finn lurking in the shadow. Jasper and Monty were also quickly glanced at, their arms were crossed, and a look of disappointment smeared their face. Had Clarke betrayed Bellamy? Had she been with Finn all this time?

"Look, maybe it was a bad idea for me to come back. I just wanted to see that you were all safe and happy." Clarke looked over to 403 again, Jasper and Monty also looking puzzled at this glance "I need to go now I think I have to for -someone, Thank you for missing me all this time like I have missed you-" She paused.

"What are you on about? You've just got here?" said Octavia. "Are you really going to taunt us with this 10 minute reunion and leave?"

"Yeah, Clarke. Don't worry- if it's the sleeping arrangements we'll work something out. At least let us catch up before you go-" added Raven.

"At least prove to him you're still alive." Said Jasper, breaking his silence. Clarke looked to him with longing. But his voice showed no sympathy.

Clarke went into hug Octavia, "I'm sorry, I'll come back one day and explain why I had to leave. But someone depends on me."

"We depend on you!" Cried Octavia, breaking the hug suddenly. "We were barely surviving without you Clarke. How dare you waltz in here with no explanation and suddenly want to leave. You have people who depend on you here! Isn't that enough? You dare betray us! We depended on you Clarke! I depended on you! And most of all, Bellamy fucking did!"

"It wasn't my choice to leave Octavia! I didn't betray any of you, I had to leave!" Screamed Clarke

"But now we hear you've been living it up at Skaikru Clarke, so you tell me if you had to leave! You could've come back at any point!"

"No, I couldn't!"

"Why Clarke? I've seen you escape that camp before, you could again."

"No, I fucking couldn't, Octavia. Don't push me." Clarke began to walk to the exit of camp, the whole audience followed as Octavia barged after her, Raven trailing behind trying to reason Octavia to stop shouting.

"Was it because you could play princess Clarke? Is Skaikru the only place you knew real privilege? Was shagging the leader of the 100 not enough for power for you?" Clarke stopped in a fury. 403 saw as she stormed towards Octavia.

"OCTAVIA!" cried Raven

"If you really wanted me here Octavia, you would know better than that, you would know what your brother meant to me."

"Not enough," said Octavia. Clarke slapped her; Octavia was about to retaliate till Jasper caught hold of her. Clarke stopped. 403 saw as she came over to the three teens standing helpless, never before witnessing such a scene. She took 403 by the hand.

"Don't be afraid." She stated as she took her over to Octavia, kneeling on the floor in tears. She looked up as the blonde brought 403 over to her.

"I had a daughter to watch over for him." 403's heart dropped as she realised she was talking about her. She felt as Clarke squeezed her hand tight, the pool of tears in her eyes began to overflow. The crowd erupted in whispers and gasps.

"You 403 have been the only thing keeping me at Skaikru all these years, I had to stay for your protection, otherwise we both would've died. And believe me the stories I've heard young lady, and the punishments I've got you out of!" Clarke let out a soft laugh and sob, "I can't believe this is how we meet, my daughter." 403 felt a warmth radiate her body, this was her mother.

They stood there for a very long moment, taking in the gravity of what had happened. As if this woman, had been there for her this entire time, and she didn't even know.

"You're my mum?" she finally replied to the silence. Clarke nodded through her tears and drew her into a long hug, much with the desperation she saw of Octavia, and emulated her action to put her head on her own mother's shoulder. She could feel the intimacy, the need, the hope, the protection.

"And I'm your aunt!" Cried Octavia. Putting her own arms around the two, "I'm so sorry." She said burying her head into Clarke's other shoulder.

"Don't forget me again!" Said Raven.

Her whole life, 403 had been surrounded by the boys, although she loved them, she had never felt the power of the women she had dreamt about to love her. 395 she loved, 420 she loved. They were the only ones she ever knew what love was with. She didn't now know what to do, this sudden rush of what felt like love for these females who's warmth made her feel suddenly loved back too. This unconditional passion that rinsed her of the childhood spent chastised by wardens, where she was safe and protected and guided, and most of all loved.