"Disturbingly enough, his daughter reminded him only too much of himself."
― Zøe Haslie, Just For A While

403 dreamed of been held again, the beautiful moment with her own mother, she thought of her as her new mother, but of course she always had been. There was no doubt she would be held again, but from the commotion that followed, 403 understood how the few books she had read once described love as being dangerous. The love she had felt in that moment was quickly made vulnerable when the women began to run to the man she recognised as 076 from before being beaten to death by Miller and Bellamy.

Raven told 403, 395 and 420 to get back to their house immediately; this wasn't something they wanted to see. She told one of the other campmates to make sure they got there, but 403 saw the blood pouring out of Finn's mouth, the grit of his teeth as he suffered another blow from Miller as she was pushed away from the commotion. She felt the hesitation of Clarke, her mother, to run to 076, or Finn, to stay with her or stop the terror. 403 didn't know however, if Clarke was running to Finn or Bellamy.

'I had a daughter to watch over for him.'

403 replayed this moment over and over. Clarke must have meant she, the daughter, of he, Bellamy. Bellamy was her father. Did he already know? She didn't know what to do with all this, a mother, and now she realised a father, were living and breathing figures. They were the ones that in Bellamy's story built the land, built the camp, made earth an enjoyable, educational, peaceful place to be. But the moment 403 had seen Finn on the ground, Bellamy helping Miller in his conquest, Clarke hesitating, leaving 403 for them; that was not peaceful. That was not what 403 had dreamt of. This was not part of the fairy tales of the warden.

The three teens sat around their table, attempting to hear what they could out of the window. The shouting continued for more minutes than they could count, hearing mostly the screams of who they assumed Clarke.

"Finn was too weak to fight back." Said 395

"They spat at him all the way here," added 420, telling the others about meeting Clarke and Finn in the woods, "She said she had to come here, for Hera," he locked eye contact with 403, "That must be you 403, you must be Hera. "

"You have a name," stated 395, whether out of admiration or jealousy. 403 felt the name sink in her heart, pushed out to the rest of her blood.

"Hera." She smiled.

"But I think your mother was friends with Finn Hera." 420 smiled back weakly. "She was protective of him, and who knows how Bellamy will react to that."

"She wont have done that, wasn't Finn the one who betrayed her and the rest of the 100's location? Wasn't that traumatic to go through what they did? Also, she must have been captured whilst pregnant with you 403." Added 395.

"He was the one to take you away from this place." 420 began, "Imagine how different your life could've been."

"But she wouldn't just forgive him like that, I'm sure she had her reasons. She seems smart, remember how high up she was at camp, do you not remember the rumours of the power of her healing?" 403 attempted to behave the good nature she had wanted her mother to have, but she also thought she felt this, with the passion she heard her mother speak, with the care she had when she had held her.

"But remember that she had also built this place with Bellamy, they must have been pretty strong willed to do so. She must have to be pretty strong willed to be his match too-" chuckled 420.

"Explains a lot." 395 caught 403's eye. Eventually they heard a silence from the other end of camp.

"This place seems more unstable than Skaikru," 395 said

The three went to bed soon after they realised the commotion had died down outside. 403 wanted so badly to run out and find Clarke again. There was so much she wanted to know, so much she wanted to ask, so much she wanted to be held again.

'I had a daughter to watch over for him'. 403 fell asleep to the excitement that she had someone, multiple someones, there all along.

403 awoke to a loud banging at the door, she put on the clothes that Octavia had given her. A grey long sleeve t-shirt, and what Octavia called leather pants, which felt a little too sticky for 403 but they were comfortable, and she was able to move in them so much better than she had in Skaikru's grey tunics.

She heard 420 walk past the door, she could tell from his loud footing. There was a grumble at the door, but 403 straight away heard her mother's voice. She walked out her room down the little corridor from the makeshift kitchen/ living area. Clarke and Octavia stood at the end of the corridor, Clarke was still wearing her own grey tunic from Skaikru, 403 guessed she hadn't yet had chance to change.

"Those pants look familiar," Clarke said to Octavia, one eyebrow raised.

"Well I couldn't just throw them out, could I? Besides is it not fate that she wears them now?" Octavia chuckled, moving to sit down on the small table in the room.

403 gulped, unsure of how to react.

"She means they're my old jeans." Clarke smiled at 403. There was a comfortable silence for a few moments, "I just came to see how you were doing." She said

"Alright," 403 replied, she could see 420 smiling in the corner, his mischievous ways helping to lighten the mood a little.

"I know the last night must have a been a real shock for you, it was a shock for me too." Clarke said. " I know you nothing about me, and I know nothing about you but were here now, and we'll do whatever you want. I can leave if you want me to if you feel uncomfortable about me being your mother, perhaps you had a mother figure already-"

"Don't go," 403 said impulsively. Clarke looked her in the eye, she could see the relief that this woman wanted her in her life as much as she did.

Clarke nodded, "Well, I suppose we should get to being mother and daughter then," she chuckled. She walked towards 403 and put her arms around her, 403 felt her tears against the rough grey tunic. Clarke stroked her hair, until she held her at arms-length. "I suppose I should also tell you that you have a name 403, you are not just a number in a system!" she smiled

403 pretended she didn't already know that the thought of being 'Hera' hadn't been on her mind all night.

"Your name is Hera! Queen of the gods, daughter of earth. I know it doesn't seem it, but if you and I had stayed here, where we were meant to be all those years ago, you would have been the first 100 child. To me you are the symbol of our survival, our strength, Hera."

403 smiled, "I am Hera," she muttered under her breath,

"Yes, you are!" cried Octavia, her head on her hand as she watched the encounter enfold.

There was soon another knock at the door, one of greater volume than the women's and desperation. Clarke looked to Octavia, 403 realised who it was, this was to be an anticipated visitor.

Clarke went to open the door, "You're early," she said, a little resentment in her tone.

"She's here?" 403 heard the voice of Bellamy from behind the door, she saw Octavia look to her, afraid to see her reaction. 403 stood a little taller and tucked her hair behind her ears. The large man walked into the room, his head nearly standing too tall, he looked around until his eyes landed on 403 standing still at the edge of the corridor. She saw him gulp and their eyes never left each other. She hadn't really talked to the leader yet whilst being here, except for interrogating him on all the questions about the 100, of which he had got angry at her for. He had been the large man with unlimited power at the centre of camp, a man of great discretion and someone she had never seen receive so much respect. But now he was vulnerable. She realised she was his weakness.

"Hello," he smiled. Clarke slammed the door behind them in an almost passive aggressive mood. 403 saw as Bellamy raised his brow at her,

"Sorry," she said mouthed sarcastically, going to sit next to Octavia. 403 smiled at Clarke's playfulness, but also observed the tension between her parents.

"So, you know everything then?" Bellamy questioned, his eyes landing back on 403. She felt his own observation of her, as if he was assessing her, was she worthy to be his daughter?

"Urm, yes, I guess I'm your daughter," 403 felt Bellamy's eyes dart back to hers, but she looked at the floor and bit her lip, uneased by what could follow. This man didn't even know she existed; he might not even have space for her like she did for him. He may not even want a daughter, a nuisance, as she wanted a father.

Bellamy nodded. "It's a bit weird isn't it?" he said lightening the mood, 403 regained the comfort lost from those few moments, she nodded in return. "Look I am your father, there doesn't need to be any darth Vader shit or anything-"

"Who's darth Vader?" She saw Bellamy roll his eyes,

"You have so much to learn," he said putting his hand to his head in disbelief, Octavia chuckled, and 403 saw Clarke try not to laugh behind a large smirk. "But you know you guys have a permanent place here now, you are part of the 100 forever if you wish to be so," He said pointing to 420 and 395 who had only just decided to wake up, walking down the corridor. "Okay, I'll be at the big house if anyone needs me," he began to leave, "I'm here for you Hera," he stopped, "Whatever you need, especially." He said, his eyes lingered on her for a little longer than comfortable. She saw him gain Clarke's eye contact too before he opened the door and left.

"He takes a while to warm up," said Octavia, a smile on her face, "Okay you teens, I hope your ready for a day at the market, because today is market day!"

"What?" asked 395, still not quite woken up yet.

"This season trade takes place at the 100 camp, the day after our celebration. Grounders will be walking around camp, so you guys need to stick close by me and Miller, we are in charge of looking after you. "Things got a bit weird last night," Octavia hesitated, "So we haven't had chance to tell you, but it's a good day for you guys to get to know the outside world a bit better,"

"Now get dressed," she pointed at 395 as stood up from her chair, brushing her clothes straight.

Clarke went to hug Hera, Octavia trailing close behind, afraid to miss yet another hug, "We'll see you later," she said gently. The two women walked out the door and left Hera standing with the two boys waiting for her reaction.

"You're so lucky," said 420 finally.

"What?" 403 replied, going to put their makeshift stove on for some hot water.

"To have a mother like that, Bellamy as your father,"

403 went to hit 420 on the shoulder, he pretended to be hurt, "Agh! Hey, I'm just saying. All this time we never had a family and now you have the dream one!"

"Hey!" she said in defence "You guys are my family, and that will never change." 403 replied

"It was weird to see Bellamy so unsure of himself," 395 began. "It was like he didn't know what to say."

The three ate some breakfast, and 403 waited for the other two to get ready. She stared in the small mirror that hung from the wall, the only thing that did. She looked at herself, did she look like a Hera? Hera, Hera, Hera she repeated to herself.

They went to Octavia's little 'cottage' as she called it, next to the big house. They hadn't realised that overnight the big fire had been put out and tables covered the big burnt circle in the middle of the square. 403 did see that a lot more people were carrying swords and guns than they usually did over the past few days. She understood now why they were being looked after for the day. These 'grounders' were dangerous. Octavia let the three into her small home, they waited for Miller as Octavia explained that the grounders that came were their allies and without their trade, they probably wouldn't be able to make it through the winter. But there was still a chance of attack, and she explained that usually a fight broke out, usually between Raven and some other girl for looking at her boyfriend or whatever.

"Clarke is meeting with the grounders today, to reach a new peace agreement. It had been unsteady these past years without her words of wisdom and persuasion in our grounder meetings. Hopefully she can once again work her magic." Explained Octavia to 403 as to where she was. "She's also probably exhausted after coming here last night and being thrown back in the deep end, especially her reuniting with you and Bellamy."

"I don't mind, I'm excited for the market!" replied 403.

Miller eventually came to the door, Raven was also behind him, eager to join in on the fun, "The grounders are here." He stated. 403 could see the bruising on Miller's hand from the night before. No one had yet explained what had happened to them, Raven had just made sure they three were hidden away from whatever happened to Finn. 403 hadn't seen him walking about either.

The group left the house and saw the square to be a lot busier than it was before. There were now men and women walking around with a variety of clothing and headdress. 403 realised there were about 3 different types of people there, some who even painted their faces. She saw the different jewels and fruits and books that were laid out on each table, or 'stand' as Octavia called them. She gave them each a silver coin,

"Bellamy had given me these to give to you, do what you will with them, spend them as you like, save as you like, but I urge you to buy something kids. This is the first time you can properly own something, something that's yours." Octavia laid one in each of the teens' hands. They walked around the square, 403 was overwhelmed with what she saw. The grounders seemed friendly enough, smiling as they walked past, especially at 403.

Raven linked arms with her, "Not many of us have golden hair like you Hera, they recognise it from someone else too," she winked. "What are you going to get?"

"I don't know, what do you think?" replied 403.

"Oh, I can't tell you what to get," Raven began, "But I know that I am going to get some new wires," she smiled as she led 403 to a stall where a grounder stood behind, almost as tall as Bellamy, he wore a large grey fur around his neck.

"Nice to see you Raven, how's the summer been for you?" the man said, his voice deeper than 403 imagined.

"It's been hot Yid, plus we got some new recruits," she said looking at some wires that he had in baskets laid out on the table,

"Nice to meet you," said who 403 presumed Yid, as he reached out his enormous hand to meet hers. She smiled and took it.

"Skaikru?" he asked Raven

"You guessed it. First escapees for a while." She said. "Look Hera, these wires are from old dropships and buildings from before the war," she gave one to Hera, examining closely. "We can use them for lighting up our buildings and perhaps even getting a proper oven for you and your friends."

"How much?" said Raven, beckoning 3 wires to Yid.

"2 silvers Raven, but for you, 1 and a half." He winked as she took a small bag from her pocket.

"If I believed you were making this deal just for me Yid I would blush, but thank you," she returned, placing a silver coin like 403's and a smaller one in Yid' s large hands. "Perhaps we'll see you after winter." She winked back. He grinned back at her as Raven once again linked arms with 403 leading her around the square.

She saw 395 at a book stand in front of her, buying some books with his silver coin. He was in his element and she was happy to see it. She knew he just wanted to learn all his life, but the wardens had always stopped him.

Eventually Raven and 403 reached a table that looked like it had been covered with gold. 403 looked closer to see that they were charms each sitting on a piece of wire. "A necklace." Said Raven. "Why don't you get a necklace?" 403 picked up the different necklaces to examine, each were different figures, "Look at mine," said Raven, pulling out her necklace from beneath hiding beneath the top of her t-shirt. It was a small gold spanner, barely the size of a fingertip. "I was an engineer back on the Arc you know," she added, "It's who I am, perhaps you should get a charm that represents who you are." 403 stared blankly.

"I don't think I know who I really am yet," whispered 403. She had no idea what represented her except for the child's quarter and her two best friends. She was beginning to find more about herself, starting with her mother and father.

"There must have been something you liked back at Skaikru; did you say you wanted to be a medic? What about reading? What about singing?" Said Raven.

"There wasn't much time for singing at Skaikru." Said 403. Now Raven was the one to stare blankly, aware of the hole she was digging. "I did like to draw though." Said 403, remembering she had lost her sketchbook in the forest from when she escaped.

Raven's eyes lit up, "You are your mother's daughter." She smiled. There was one necklace in amongst the gold that had been coloured, a small rainbow that stood out in the midst of small gold charms. Raven picked it up, "Look here, this is perfect. All the colours, all the tones and shades you could wish for in your art. Plus its just like you, you are all the colours mixed into one. You have brought colour back to camp again, and not just because you are our leader's daughter Hera. You show inquisition and intelligence and creativity. There is a lot that already represents you, you just have to figure that out." She smiled. They asked the grounder behind the table how much, fortune had it to be 1 silver piece. Raven clasped the chain around 403's neck.

Miller came over to show off his own purchases and marvelled at the small emblem around 403's neck. 403 then saw that Miller couldn't help looking over her shoulder and so she followed his gaze to see in the corner of the square walking towards the big house were Bellamy and Clarke, although they looked as if they wanted to fight each other, pushing each other a little with their bodies, both red in the face, their teeth gritted when the other spoke.

"Trouble in paradise?" muttered Miller under his breath to Raven.

"It's not been paradise for a long time," replied Raven, aware that 403 was still looking over at her parents. "Come on 403, those two have just got a lot of catching up to do, they wouldn't want you to see them arguing."

"Are they arguing because of me?" panicked 403, she could tell that she was definitely a spanner in the works at camp and didn't want to bring any chaos.

"Definitely not," said Miller, "Just a lot has happened in these past few years Hera." She still wasn't used to her name.

"If we're honest too - it's not exactly like your parents always had the most amicable of relationships." She smirked, "But they love each other, still after all these years, you can tell. They love each other so much its disgusting, god knows how they're going to love you sensibly Hera." She smiled.