Two Months Ago
They had been there for a week. There was something off about these people. She had a feeling, and she couldn't shake it. Clarke had tried to warn the others, but no one believed her. They passed her off as scared and untrusting. So, she decided to take a look around.
She came across this room full of grounders in cages, some, hanging by their feet, but that's when they caught her. She ran because she knew they'd kill her.
She ran as fast as her feet would carry her. She followed the halls and signs.
She was almost there. She was almost free, but she froze when she heard the cock of a gun. Her heart was racing as she looked over the edge of the dam.
"Stay where you are, and we won't shoot," the man shouted. All guns were pointed at her.
She could run, but they would probably shoot her. They were unaware of her pregnancy. Her baby might not live if she were shot, or they both might not live. She could jump, but she couldn't swim. If she did, she would drown, and they'd both be dead in minutes.
She considered her options carefully before deciding her best chance was to surrender. Clarke slowly raised her hand and dropped the broken heel from the shoe to the ground. She had to survive. She had to save her baby.
The guard walked behind her and put her hands behind her back. She expected them to cuff her and shove down the hallway to the dorm or the white room. Instead, they stuck her with a needle, and she collapsed.
The next thing she knew, she woke up in a metal cage and half naked. She rattled the door in attempt to free herself. She wasn't sure how long she had been unconscious.
When Clarke realized it was no use, she set back in the cage and cried. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and she left her hand on her belly. She mentally swore she would do anything to protect this child.
She lifted her head to look around the room and counted the forty seven other cages. There was a table in the middle of the room. These people were planning something evil for her people, and she knew it.
"I'll keep you safe," she whispered. "I promise."
Clarke in the back corner of the cage, and silently cried. She assumed it had almost been an hour since she woke up. She lifted her head when she heard a voice.
"Good, you're awake."
Clarke looked over at the tall woman. Clarke recognized her immediately. Dr. Lorelei Tsing. An ominous smile formed across the doctors lips.
Dr. Tsing looked over at the guards in the room and motioned to Clarke. "Put her on the table," she ordered. Clarke moved as close as she could to the back of the cage and screamed.
"No, no, please, no!" She yelled. They strapped her down to the table.
Cage Wallace stepped into the room and shut the door behind himself. He walked over to the table and stopped the guards. He fashioned the strap across her neck to the table himself, and he whispered in Clarke's ear.
"It only hurts a little."
"No! What are doing?" Clarke asked. Tears were streaming down her face.
"Those years you spent in space allowed you to adapt to higher levels of radiation that the human body could actually handle. Bone marrow transplants from all forty eight of you will allow us to set foot on the ground again," Cage explained.
"You can't!" Clarke cried. She knew how painful an procedure like this could be. "Please!" She begged. Tears were streaming down her face. The sound of the drill pierced the air. "No! You can't do this to me,"she pleaded.
"It'll be over soon," he said.
"I'm—I'm pregnant," Clarke said, "You can't."
"She's pregnant?" Dr. Tsing asked. She looked over at her resident. "You were supposed to run labs and tests on everyone."
"We did, Doctor. The only explanation is a mixup with the results," the resident spoke up. Dr. Tsing sighed and looked over at Cage.
"We can't just send her back to her people. She'll tell them, and not to mention, your father will find out," Dr. Tsing said.
"Then we'll lock her away for the remainder of her pregnancy," Cage said. He motioned to the guards to take her down. Clarke continued to cry as they led her
down the hallway to her room.
Present Day
She laid in bed on her side. Her hand rested on her swollen belly. By now, Clarke was almost in the second trimester of her pregnancy. She had been in solitary confinement for the last two months. The only human contact she ever had in that time was when her meals were brought to her and when Dr. Tsing would come by for her appointments.
She often sat there and talked to her baby. Clarke recalled once read in her medical books that a fetus would learn its mother's voice. She imagined that she had probably talked the child's undeveloped ear off by now.
She would tell stories about her time on the Ark with her father and the time on the ground. She told stories of her adventures with Bellamy, and she'd talk about how much she missed him.
Clarke wondered how the forty seven were if they were even alive. They had to be alive; otherwise, they wouldn't be keeping her hidden still. She wondered how Bellamy was.
Was he alive? Was he still looking for her?
She regretted waiting to tell him about the baby. She wondered if Lincoln had broken his promise and told Bellamy or Octavia.
She looked at the little black and white sonogram that she held in her hand and ran her thumb across it. She pulled out the image behind the sonogram and stared at the 3D ultrasound. They didn't have them on the ark.
She stared at the image. The baby looked as if it had it's father's nose. Maybe, she was going crazy. Maybe, she was missing him, but to her, the baby seemed to favor its father.
She laid back in the bed on her side. Her head rested on one pillow while she hugged the other one tightly with an arm. She sighed and stared once more at the images she held in her hand.
"Your daddy will find us, little one. He's alive, and he'll find us," she whispered as a small tear trickled off her face and onto the pillow, "I just know it."