Clarke's POV
The instant Clarke heard her door being unlocked, she ran to her bed. After Miller had left, she had spent hours searching the room and listening to the noises outside. Keeping herself busy seemed to be the only way to stay calm while she waited.
Just as she shoved a rusty nail in her pocket and layed down, an unfamiliar man stepped inside the room.
"Your time to rest is over. From now on, you live and work with the rest of your people here," the grounder stated, indicating the open door.
Clarke froze, trying to process his words. She was so used to being locked away behind a door that she didn't believe him. Just as the grounder made an impatient step toward her, Clarke finally stood up and cautiously walked outside. When she paused to let her eyes adjust to the sunlight, the grounder immediately grabbed her arm and yanked her forward.
The first thing she looked for were people. Among the many grounders roaming the area, she spotted roughly five of her own, all too focused on their various jobs to notice her.
What surprised her were the buildings that filled her view. Unlike the ones at the other village, most were made from fresh wood and were not painted. Hearing a banging noise in the distance, she quickly realised that her people were probably being forced to build them.
"Where are we going?" Clarke finally asked, trying to control her anger.
The grounder didn't bother replying as he suddenly pulled her through the back door of one of the larger buildings.
Clarke gaped at the huge stack of dishes lying next to two buckets of water.
"Get to work," the grounder said, stepping back outside and locking the door.
Before she could react, another door opened and Octavia stepped in the room.
Octavia jumped at the sound of Clarke calling her name, sending one of the dishes she was carrying straight to the floor. Although it didn't break, it made a loud noise, making Octavia wince.
"Dont talk - just start washing," she ordered.
Clarke hesitantly did as she was told, while Octavia picked up the dish and joined in. A moment later, the second door opened again, and a grounder stepped inside to check on the noise. Once he left, Clarke immediately found herself in Octavia's arms.
"I'm so glad to see you," Clarke said, wrapping her arms around Octavia to return the gesture. After a moment, Octavia hesitantly pulled away, letting Clarke see the wide smile on her face.
"I can't believe you are here!" Octavia replied, with genuine happiness.
Reading Clarke's confusion, Octavia quickly explained herself. "That door leads to the dining hall. There's a couple of people sitting out there making sure I behave."
Remembering the work that they had to do, Clarke turned back to the bucket and resumed scrubbing.
"So where are our friends?" she asked.
"Most of us are building, aside from Monty who's probably taking care of the crops today. I'm usually stuck here because I've pissed the grounders off way too many times."
"And how's Bellamy?" Clarke kept all her attention on the plate in her hands while she waited for her answer.
"He's struggling, but I'm sure seeing you would help. It was his plan to get you here after all."
With that, Clarke looked up to see the smug smile on Octavia's face.
Over the next 20 minutes, Clarke drilled Octavia with questions, mostly involving the plan Bellamy had made and how she could talk to him. It took her by complete surprise when Octavia calmly asked if he was the father of her baby. She didn't think her bump was that noticeable.
The lack of response was all Octavia needed for an answer.
"It was an educated guess, really. I've seen the way you two act around eachother," she continued.
"I still have to tell him," Clarke sighed.
"I'm sure the time will come."