Clarke awoke with a start. Harsh, violent images of a battle flashed in her head, accompanied by such an aggressive fear that she broke out in a cold sweat, before her body was wracked with such an acute sense of loss, making her heart ache and her hands tremble. She remembered a battle, a fog of red, green lasers and men in suits. She remembered Miller shouting at her that she couldn't save everyone. She remembered closing the drop ship door.

She looked around the stark white hospital room she was in, the material of her hospital gown crinkling against the plastic of the bed she lay on, and one thought echoed around her head.

'Bellamy.'

This thought was followed closely by 'Where the hell am I, and how do I get out?'

The next few days revealed that she was inside Mount Weather, along with some 40 or so of the remaining 100 who had survived the grounders, including Jasper, Monty and Miller. Bellamy, Finn, Raven and Octavia were nowhere to be the found, the knowledge causing an impossible ache to settle around Clarke's heart.

They were fed and watered and incorporated into life in the mountain. But Clarke didn't trust the mountain men, too much didn't add up, like how they were given maps in the first few days, but the maps had no entrances or exits on them.

Clarke had learnt to trust her instinct from her time on the ground, and her instinct was telling her that something was very wrong, it was telling her to run, to escape. She couldn't convince Jasper of the same though, he was too distracted by the illusion of safety and by Maya, one of the inhabitants of Mt Weather, and Monty was reluctant to leave the closest thing he had to a brother, so Clarke was left to find out what was going on by herself.

The next day she found, and broke into, the chamber holding hundreds of caged grounders and she knew she had been right. The grounders were being drained for their blood, blood that had mutated to be resistant to the radiation left on the planet, blood that the people in Mount Weather needed to survive. Even worse, the head doctor in Mt Weather had revealed that the inhabitants of the Ark's blood was further mutated than that of the grounders because of the effects in radiation in space. Clarke knew that this meant her friends were even more at risk than the grounders were, and she needed to save them.

And so, the next day, promising her friends she'd come back for them, she escaped from Mount Weather, taking Anya, the grounder representative she had encountered on the bridge for Finn's peace talks what felt like years ago.

The next few days were some of the worst of Clarke's life. She and Anya had almost been captured again by the mountain men in the tunnels underneath the mountain, they had been forced to run from reaper, risk their lives jumping from the mountain into the river below, before Anya had attacked her, binding her hands together and dragging her for miles, and throughout the whole while the mountain men were just one step behind them. Anya attempted to disguise them and their tracks, confused as to why they were still being followed, until Clarke realised that they were being electronically tracked. Anya found the tracker in her forearm and before Clarke could plan on removing it she had bent her head down and ripped the tracker from her arm with her teeth.

'I will not go back there.' She said lowly.

With the tracker gone they managed to shake the mountain men and Clarke could plan her escape. They returned to the old camp and the drop ship and Clarke launched herself at Anya, fighting wildly until Clarke sat on top on Anya, knife pressed to her throat, but she would not kill her, she needed her.

'We're going to find the rest of my people.' Clarke's eyes dared Anya to argue, but she was Clarke's captive now.

Finally, after another full day of walking, Clarke managed to get to Camp Jaha, and had finally persuaded Anya promising to get her an audience with her commander. Clarke allowed herself to feel hopefully for the first time in weeks, maybe she had a way to stop all the bloodshed.

She smiled a small smile, watching as Anya walked away from camp and towards their chance of peace, before a shot rang out, echoing through the woods. Anya crumpled to the ground, she had been shot by the sky people. Clarke felt an explosion of pain in her arm, distantly noting that she had been shot as well as she ran towards where Anya had fallen.

'No, Anya, NO.' She screamed, but there was too much blood, even with Clarke applying pressure Anya's eyes started losing focus, she spoke her final words in Trigedasleng before they drifted shut. Just like that Clarke saw their chance at peace die before her eyes and felt the small flicker of hope fade to nothing.

She heard voices and movement approaching her from behind but she could barely bring herself to look up from Anya's body. She was alone and she was defeated.

Clarke saw a flash of the Ark's guard uniform before the butt of a gun was thrust at her, she felt pain bloom across her face and then the disorientation of being dragged into camp, she heard whispers of 'grounder' and wanted to cry out but found that she couldn't even move. Just as she thought she would pass out her mother's face filled her vision. This must be worse than she thought, some part of Clarke's brain pointed out, her mother had died when the exodus ship had crashed to earth, over a week before she had been captured in mount weather, she was sure of it. And then she was sure of nothing but the darkness clouding her vision as she gave it the exhaustion.

'Mom?' She croaked before her eyes drifted shut and her body slumped forwards.

When Clarke came round she was on a bed in a makeshift hospital ward, and her mother was leaning over her, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as she smiled down at Clarke, gripping her hand as though she'd never let go.

'Mom?' She asked again, reassuring herself that this was real, that her mother was alive and standing next to her. Abby Griffin squeezed her hand as a tear slid down her face. 'Did anyone else make it here?' Clarke croaked desperately.

'Yes.' Abby nodded. 'Six of you did.'

Clarke felt hope blossom deep inside of her. Please let it be.

'Finn and Bellamy?'

Even through her own tears Clarke could see her mother nodding and smiling. The relief was too much and Clarke couldn't hold it back any more, sobs shaking her body 'I thought they were dead'.

Later, she would dwell on who she was most relieved to hear had survived. For now she had to rest.