Clarke woke slowly, her eyelids fighting the urge to open holding onto the peace of sleep for as long as possible. But she would have to face her predicament no matter how much she wanted to avoid it all. It wasn't fair. That was her first thought.

It wasn't fair that she had been put in prison. It wasn't fair that her father had been floated for trying to do the right thing. It wasn't fair that they had all been sent to the ground to die. It wasn't fair that they were instantly attacked as invaders. It wasn't fair that so many had died. It wasn't fair that she was trapped here. It wasn't fair that Bellamy was probably going to die here. God, how selfish was she! She shook the thoughts from her head refusing to dwell on the injustices dealt to them. It didn't matter. The world didn't care about what was fair and neither did the grounders. All that mattered now was to survive.

She didn't let go of Bellamy's hand. She hadn't even noticed it at first but when she did notice she didn't want to let go. His hand was still warm and comforting enveloping her smaller delicate hand completely. It felt natural. She reached over instead to lift his t-shirt again and inspect the bruise almost on instinct. He was awake but he didn't say anything and neither did she. It wasn't any better, it wasn't any worse either, so that was something. This was too much for Clarke. She didn't know how to help him, her mother would be able to do something, they could do something on the Ark. She just had to wait now. Wait and see if he died. She wanted to scream and kick something or someone. She couldn't just sit in this room and watch him die, she had to do something!

Her ears pricked up at the sound of a key rustling in the lock on the door. Clarke sprang to her feet and rushed to the door unsure what she was going to do but it had to be something and it had to be now. She had to save him. She looked back towards him unable to stop herself and her heart almost stopped as she saw the look on his face. His dark angry eyes bore into her warning her from doing something stupid. His face was deathly pale and sallow. The pain of each breath was written in the wince of his face. He was too weak to smirk and laugh or threaten her but what he wanted was clear. Don't do anything stupid on my behalf, princess.

Before Clarke had a chance to make a plan or even steel herself for combat the door swung open and two men in army gear pushed into the room levelling their weapons straight at her. Clarke retreated slowly her eyes flicking over to Bellamy periodically. Behind the faceless soldiers came their leader. This much was clear, he was well dressed and groomed and the other men that followed him clearly deferred to him. He was younger than Clarke would have expected. He was tall with slicked back black hair and an arrogant smirk. This wasn't a smirk like Bellamy's. He wasn't playing a joke on you, teasing or flirting. It was a patronising smirk, a self-satisfied half-smile of a man who knew he had control over you.

"Good morning to you both."

Clarke didn't move or respond, Bellamy couldn't. She was tense, her fists clenched at her sides. She had no idea what this man wanted from them and that scared her. At least the grounders had always been straightforward in their desires. They wanted to kill them, that was all.

Clarke's silence didn't faze the man as he walked further into the room and stood in front of Clarke flanked by the armed guards. The woman who stood just behind him was a doctor by the looks of her white coat and stethoscope,maybe they were here to help Bellamy. That felt like wishful thinking.

"My name's Cage Wallace. I'm the new President of Mount Weather."

So this was Mount Weather, where they were supposed to land, where they had been going before Jasper had got speared by the grounders. So there were survivors.

"New President?"

Clarke raised an eyebrow challenging him.

"Yes, my, er, father had to leave his post, suddenly."

That smirk again, the light dancing in his eyes, there was more to that story than he was letting on. Clarke imagined his father hadn't left office willingly.

"What do you want?"

"Well you see, you sky people are rather interesting to us. We've lived underground in this bunker for 97 years now..."

"Why don't you just go outside it's not radioactive anymore."
"That's where you're wrong child. You have been living in space for 97 years subject to more radiation that even here on earth. Your systems have adapted, evolved to process this radiation which is why you haven't experienced any problems. But we're still susceptible."
"How do you survive?"

"We've developed a treatment that helps us temporarily but we think you might be the answer to a more long term solution."

Clarke eyed him suspiciously. There was something off about him she just couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"What can I possibly do? I don't know anything."

Cage laughed and Clarke suddenly felt very uneasy. She flicked her gaze back to the doctor. She had her fixed in a steely stare, appraising, assessing her. She wasn't here for Bellamy or to treat them. Whatever this 'treatment' was it involved her.

"We don't want you for your knowledge, child."

"What do you want me for then?"

"Your blood."

Clarke's bravado dropped and she took an instinctive step backwards. This couldn't be happening. They were going to kill her. She looked to Bellamy instantly worry overwhelming her as she knew how vulnerable he was, he couldn't defend himself. Cage laughed again and the noise grated Clarke's nerves turning her worry to anger.

"Don't worry about him, he's of no use to use now. We'll come for him in a couple of days once nature has done its job. If you'd like to come with us now Miss Griffin."

So they knew her name. They knew more than they were letting on. Clarke considered resisting and Cage sensed this. Before turning to leave her fixed her with an emotionless stare.

"There's no point resisting Miss Griffin. You won't win and there's nowhere to go. Dr Tsing will escort you to the treatment wing where you'll have the procedure. Unfortunately, for you, it's not one you'll survive. But just know you are giving freedom to someone who really deserves it."

With that he left taking his minions with him leaving only the armed men and Dr Tsing. She'd obviously long since abandoned the 'do no harm' epithet that was supposedly at the core of practising medicine.

"I don't know why any of you are so keen to get above ground. It's hell out there. You won't last a minute."

Cage Wallace was obviously still in earshot as Clarke delivered her parting blow. She'd been outside and she knew what lay in wait for them. If she was him she'd stay in her bunker surrounded by comfort and plentiful resources and enjoy the safety. So what if you couldn't see the blue of the sky on a sunny day or feel the rush of the wind in your hair and the smell of the trees in spring. None of those things mattered if you were speared to a tree an arrow through the heart. Cage paused in his step but didn't turn or acknowledge her words. She had no fight left in her. She hung her head as each arm was grabbed by an armed guard. She didn't struggle. She allowed them to drag her behind Dr Tsing as she left the room.

She strained her neck backwards to look at Bellamy. He was unconscious now. He may have been for some time. If he even woke up at all he wouldn't know where Clarke was or what had happened. It might already be too late. Clarke thought she saw a faint rise and fall in his chest but before she could see it again the metal door was slammed shut and she was alone again on a short march towards her impending death.

This part of the bunker wasn't like the clinical white corridors where she had woken. She felt the weight of the earth on top of them and felt for sure this was the lowest of the levels. The walls were all reinforced concrete a maze of copper pipes tracing paths along the corridor. The way was lit by single light bulbs hanging in the centre casting pools of light and deepening the shadows. Clarke bit back a sob and blinked away her tears. They wouldn't see her cry. They could kill Bellamy, they could kill her, they could kill all of the Sky people but they wouldn't see her breakdown. All she had left was her pride and she would be dammed if she gave that to them as well. She would go down if not with a fight then with a sharp word and fierce grit.