Clarke was one more problem away from having complete nervous breakdown. Not only had Finn committed a massacre, her friends were still trapped in Mount Weather with no idea what real dangers lay within and they were on the verge of war with the Grounders and to top it all off, this newcomer, Sonja of the Water Tribe or Aguatri or whatever clan, had told them they could've avoided it all.

Maybe we can still can. Maybe it's not to late, Clarke hoped but she felt deep down that not only Finn's actions but her and Bellamy's had long forfeited any possibility of an alliance with the Grounders.

The Dropship, the bridge, Anya, torturing Lincoln, we started it when we could've stopped it. These moments replayed over and over in her head as she sat at a table outside of the Mess Hall. There was a part of her that to justify what they did, that it was saving her people, her friends, which was true, and that the Grounders would've killed them if they hadn't. It was the same part of her that told Clarke not to trust Sonja.

Currently the dark-haired Grounder was conferring more with her mother in Medical. Abby wanted to see if there was any possibility of making any sort of partnership with Sonja's people. Clarke knew her reasoning for it but her thoughts kept turning to the mess that was the attempted truce with Anya.

What if she's a spy or assassin? What if she isn't from the Water Tribe like she says she is? What if-

There were to many what ifs about Sonja but there wasn't exactly anything Clarke could do about her suspicions. Her mother was desperate for any type of help the people of the Ark could get and Sonja had given them no real reason to make an enemy out of her. Still, Clarke couldn't shake the feeling that the Ambassador wasn't telling the whole truth.

"Credit for your thoughts?" Bellamy sat down across from her, causing Clarke to jump a little as she was pulled from her train of thought.

"What? Oh, just stressing over all the problems we've gotten ourselves into," She said with a sigh.

"Still processing what the Ambassador said?" Bellamy asked. Clarke met his eyes and was sure that the mixed expression of both worry and irritation was mirrored on her own.

"Yes, we could've stopped this from happening, I could've stopped this, I keep on thinking-" Clarke started to ramble.

"Hey it's ok. I get that too but we need to focus on the problems we have now not the ones in the past." He said giving her a reassuring look.

Clarke gave him an almost smile before turning back to her previous doubts about Sonja. "Do you trust her? Sonja?" Clarke blurted out.

"No," Bellamy replied, "I just have a feeling that she isn't telling us something. But your mom is now trying to get all buddy-buddy with her, so there's not much we can do unless you want to go straight out with treason. Which I don't recommend we do," Bellamy said, cutting off Clarke's protest, "Since I'm still not her favorite person."

At least she had Bellamy on her side.

"Show me the map of the tunnels again. I want to start getting a plan down." Bellamy said. Nodding in agreement with him, she complied.

When Jackson walked back into the small Medical center that had been hastily constructed after a nap that wasn't nearly long enough, he was surprised, to say the least, to see the Grounder that had arrived the day before examining the small shelves of medicine and salves lined against the walls.

"Can I help you?' He asked, causing the young woman to jump slightly and turn around. This was the first time he had gotten a good view of her since she had entered Camp Jaha. Her brown hair was now pulled down, falling just at her shoulders. Her surprised expression from when he had startled her had quickly become a toothy smile that made her brown eyes twinkle almost. Jackson realized suddenly that she was very pretty.

"I was just looking at the herbal remedies that you've come up with," She said.

"Not trying to rob us blind, are you?" He asked, jokingly.

"No, no," She said with a smile, "Just curious about what medicines you all use or have come up with, healer's inquisition or intuition, I guess. Sorry if I was seeming a little nosy." She said apologetically.

"Don't worry about it. You said healer, is that like a doctor?" Jackson asked.

"I guess so, I mean we don't have any of the technology like you do from Before but we make do with what's in nature and we've come up with a good many substitutions and new innovations from what we do have." She replied. "I'm guessing you're a doctor?"

"Yeah, one of the very few that made it to the ground besides Abby. She was and kind of still is my mentor," He responded. "Where is she by the way? I thought she said that she wanted to discuss a treaty of some kind with you?"

"We were talking about some type of trade agreement at least, a very, very vague one but she had to go deal with a tech or security issue of some sort with woman named Byrne, I think?" She said, a little unsure. "Do you think she's a good leader?" The girl blurted out. "Abby, I mean. When I was talking to her in the one large room, there seemed to be a bit of animosity her and the blonde girl and dark haired guy she was with."

"I think Abby is doing her best right now, she wants our people to be safe and she's scared to lose anybody else. Clarke, the girl that was in there was in with you, is her daughter. She and Bellamy, the guy, were the first of our people to land back on Earth and from what I've heard they were the leaders of that group, who've been captured by the Mountain Men.

I think Bellamy and Clarke want to get back their friends and are willingly to do whatever it takes to get them back. And now we're facing war and we were barely surviving before that. Abby wants to sue for peace and play it safe, but she's scared that she'll lose her daughter again." Jackson paused. His thoughts turned to his own mother, who hadn't survived the crash, and to Jake Griffin. He knew Abby felt guilty turning him in every single day and now she was facing a similar situation with her daughter.

"I understand. My… my parents both died when I was very young and my uncle….He wants to protect me and keep me safe but he's….. He has a important position in our Tribe and has a duty to others, not just me." She gave a small smile. "I'm Sonja, by the way"

"Jackson." He replied, returning the smiling.