Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Warnings for child abuse, murder and abandonment.

To give everyone an idea of how early in the 100 series Clarke gets killed? Like really early. Clarke and Anya haven't even met yet at the bridge, when Clarke gets killed.

There's nothing left to do-except leave

Clarke felt the blade slice into her skin and into her heart, blood flooding her throat, as a figure stood above her, watching Bellamy and the others leave.

Clarke felt a pained laugh burst from her, when she saw Bellamy turn to her with a smirk on his face.

This explained everything.

Bellamy had told her that there was a Grounder patrol not far from their camp and he had led her to it. Clearly, he had been hoping to get her killed. And he had succeeded.

Clarke's vision turned black, as Bellamy and the others disappeared from her view.

She was certain that she was dead. She was certain.

Then she wasn't.

She gasped, looking around the dropship. She was in the dropship. Again.

Stuck to a seat with her seatbelt.

Clarke heard a familiar voice that made her freeze. "Clarke, you okay?"

Clarke slowly turned and her eyes widened when she saw who was seated next to her. Wells. Wells Jaha. The closest she had to an older brother.

He was here. He was alive.

Not buried under layers of dirt for the worms and maggots to get at him, not bleeding from a wound in his neck, with no life in his eyes. He was here and he was alive.

Clarke nodded to him, feeling numb. "Yeah," she said, "I'm alright." Even before she said that, she knew it was a lie.

She heard static and she turned to look at the screen above them, mounted on the wall of the dropship.

As to be predicted, Thelonius Jaha was giving his speech about "the good of all" and all that stupid shit.

Clarke snorted and turned away from the TV and looked at Wells.

"Wells," She began, if this was a second chance, for real, then she had better take advantage of it, "I know you didn't sell my dad out to your dad."

Wells's eyes widened, not expecting that, clearly.

She smiled at him reassuringly. "It's okay," she promised, "I know it wasn't you, brother."

Wells looked like he might just cry at her assurance.

Then the peace between them was interrupted.

Someone yelled from the back of the dropship, "Your dad's a dick, Jaha!"

Clarke and Wells both ignored whoever spoke-Clarke was guessing it was Miller, if she recognized the voice correctly.

Then Finn took his seatbelts off and pushed himself upwards, off of his seat, in Clarke and Wells's direction.

Clarke sighed as she watched Finn get closer.

It was time to get this over with.

When Finn was close, he smirked at her and she said, before he could say anything arrogant, "Have fun cracking your skull open when we land and you don't have your seatbelt on. I'm sure it will be a real disappointment for whoever is waiting to reunite with you, back on the Ark, to find out you got yourself killed, dumbass."

This stifled anything Finn was going to say, and he kept his mouth shut, looking startled.

The dropship crashed down then, and Finn, as Clarke knew he would, dropped down to the floor hard on impact.

"Nice job, Spacewalker," Clarke snorted, smiling when she felt Wells grab her hand and squeeze it reassuringly.

As soon as they were on the ground, Clarke pulled off her seatbelt, as did Wells.

Clarke sucked in a breath, knowing what was coming next.

Bellamy. Octavia. And Murphy. Oh, yeah, this was going to be fun.

Bellamy, the man that had left her for dead.

Clarke subconsciously looked around, searching for Charlotte.

The little brat that had killed her brother in the other timeline.

Clarke quickly started planning. She had been blinded by her belief that all of the 100 could be trusted and could be reasoned with. She had been blinded by the delusion that everyone could work together.

She had been wrong.

The Grounders were a bunch of killers that couldn't be trusted, sure. But you know, neither could Bellamy and the others.

Clarke quickly made a list of those that she was going to get away from camp, fast and never return with.

Wells, Finn, Jasper, Monty, Harper, Fox, Monroe and Sterling.

Everyone else could be fucked.

Raven was going to be coming down soon. And the thing was that even if she got that group away from this area, they still would have to stay close, because they would need to get to Raven's radio.

And even if Raven was a bit mouthy, they would still need her. She was a brilliant mechanic. And Finn cared about her, even if he had cheated on her.

So, how were they to stay close enough to be where Raven had landed, if they needed to get away from the area Bellamy and the others, not to mention the Grounders were in?

Clarke knew the answer quickly.

She needed to get that gun that Bellamy had. It didn't matter how she got her hands on it. She had to get it.

Because Bellamy was too dangerous to allow to live. So were Murphy, Mbege and Octavia.

She could make it look like an accident, right?

She could get them to wander out into the woods, grab the gun, shoot Bellamy, then Octavia, Murphy and Mbege. And leave the gun in Bellamy's hand, making it look like he was the one that did it, right?

Sure, Bellamy would gain the trust of the rest of the 100, fast. But they didn't know him all that well.

For all they knew, maybe Bellamy was just the type that would open fire with a gun on his own sister, not to mention on two delinquents that he had just met.

The problem would be, her being able to shoot Bellamy, Octavia, Mbege and Murphy, without Wells, Finn and the others asking questions.

And she would have to get rid of Charlotte too.

But she stopped herself.

Charlotte was just a child. Maybe she was still angry at the girl. But Charlotte still was just a small child.

Clarke would have to bring the brat along, and make sure she didn't kill Wells.

Shit. This was such a pain.

As the rest of the delinquents got out of their seats and Clarke went to the platform of the dropship, working to open it, she heard Bellamy's annoying voice as he said, "What if the air is poisonous?"

Clarke fought the need to say, "the only person poisonous here, is you, Blake."

He looked at her, glaring practically, but Clarke glared right back. "We stay here," she snapped, "We're dead anyway, because we'll eventually starve to death or die of dehydration-which is actually more likely. Is that what you want to have happen?"

Bellamy still glared at her, then there was that annoying voice that called out behind them. Octavia's voice.

She called for her brother and ran over, hugging Bellamy.

Clarke tried not to roll her eyes.

She had never thought that "annoying" was a prerequisite to being a shitty human being. But apparently, Bellamy and Octavia both fulfilled that prerequisite.

Clarke made up her mind. She was going to kill them both with the gun that Bellamy had on his person.

And she was going to enjoy it.

But she would have to be careful, unless she wanted to be discovered. And Wells, Finn, Sterling, Monroe, Monty, Jasper, and yes, Charlotte too, couldn't know.

So, how was she going to go about this?

She quickly made a plan, as the platform to the dropship was opened up by Clarke, earning a glare from Bellamy.

Bellamy stopped everyone else and had Octavia go out, so that she would be the "first person to be on the ground again."

Clarke almost laughed at that.

How arrogant had they been to think that no one else had been here on the ground for that long?

Showed how smart they had been.

And Octavia being the dumb bitch she was, leapt out onto the ground, screaming happily, "We're back, bitches!"

Clarke smirked. Octavia's joy would be short lived.

The rest of the 100 began moving down the ramp and Clarke and Wells followed.

Clarke got to the end of the ramp, then followed Wells out.

Clarke spoke softly to Wells, "Wells, do you trust me?" Wells looked at her, surprised, then nodded.

"Of course, I do," he said, meaning it.

"Then promise me you'll listen to me, okay?" Clarke said to him, looking at him imploringly.

Wells nodded again. "I promise, Clarke," he said.

Clarke smiled.

Self-consciously, she reached to her left wrist, and touched the soulmate mark there; the mark of the crescent moon with the band connected to it-not wanting to think about how she had died the last time before ever meeting her soulmate.

She then glanced to the right as Jasper came over to her and tried not to snort.

Here they went.

Jasper announced happily, "Hey, princess-"

"Save it," Clarke snapped, cutting him off, her voice so blunt and angry, that his smile fell and he stepped back, frightened.

She then looked to Wells as she said, "We should get food and water for everyone else."

Wells nodded and he began moving, and Clarke of course, she knew what was coming next.

Just when they started to move, Octavia turned on them, glaring, "And you think you're in control here, princess?" She asked, looking directly at Clarke, "You and your little prince?"

Clarke stared coldly and uncaringly at Octavia, not sure how she ever had convinced herself into caring about either Blake sibling's safety and said, "It doesn't matter who's in charge. But if we don't get food or water soon? We'll die. Do you know what happens to a person after a few days without water? It's not pretty. Would you like to experience it? Because guess what? You will experience it. That is, unless Wells and I can get water. Human beings can survive without food for a few for a few days. But water?"

Clarke shook her head in meaning and she watched, enjoying the sight of Octavia paling.

She almost snickered. But didn't.

She needed to appear as if she was just as lost as everyone else was.

She couldn't let anyone else know that she was way ahead of them.

"So," Clarke announced, raising her head, "Anyone want to die of dehydration? Because I'm not eager to, no offense. How about everyone else?"

Clarke could see that several of the kids were looking nervous now. Good. Hopefully they wouldn't be eager to get between her and her goal-or at least, the goal that she was pretending to have.

When no one said, "okay," or refused, either, Clarke added, "So, I am going to find water for the rest of us, alright? That good with everyone?" Without waiting for another word, Clarke turned from everyone else and grabbed Wells's hand as she went on, "Now, I would love to give all of you the benefit of the doubt and say maybe you're not complete idiots. But I don't believe that. So, how about this? How about I take along of group of people to make sure that I won't take all of the water or food I find, only for myself and Jaha, here, okay?"

Before any of the shocked looking 100 or the clearly infuriated looking Bellamy could interrupt, Clarke continued, gesturing to each of the people she had in mind, "How about, besides taking Wells along? I take the two of you with me," she gestured to Jasper and Monty. And I take you two with me," she gestured to Harper and Fox. She then gestured to Monroe, "I take you with me. I take you with me," she gestured to Sterling, then gestured to Finn, "I take you with me." She at last, gestured to Charlotte, "And I take you with me."

She looked at everyone else, not giving them a chance to speak up, "Unless, of course, you want me and Wells to take off with all of the food and water."

Clarke could see the wheels turning in the others' heads, and tried not to smirk.

She could see them already deciding it without her saying more.

Harper nodded to Clarke. "Okay," she said, "I'll come with you."

Fox, looking nervous, followed Harper. "Same," she said.

Charlotte seemed to inch close to Clarke quickly.

Jasper and Monty got closer to Clarke, Monty out of curiosity and Jasper because he was mumbling to Monty, "Damn, she's hot when she orders people around."

And yes, that was actually what Jasper said.

Clarke fought the need to roll her eyes. Jasper was so hormonal.

Then again, they were all teenagers. They were all guilty of the whole "hormonal" thing.

Finn decided to come with them as well, since he sided up next to Clarke, his eyebrows raised at her sudden interest in him coming along.

Sterling and Monroe looked to be the only ones hesitant to go with Clarke, but Sterling stepped forward first, then Monroe followed.

Clarke nodded to them, then looked to Bellamy and said, "See? Now that we have a group that will make sure Wells and I won't make off with any food or water, now we can go," she shook her head at the stunned Bellamy as she said, "You really do suck at being a leader, don't you? After all, a good leader would have made sure that I had people watching me from the beginning to make sure that I didn't take all the food and water for myself. But then, I guess, what else can you expect from a guard who can't even protect his sister back on the Ark?"

Clarke knew she shouldn't have provoked him like that, but the look of hurt fury on Bellamy's face, was enough to make her smile with the absolute utter, bitchy smile on her face, very pleased by her words.

Clarke began to leave and her startled group followed, all of them looking awkwardly between Clarke and the currently fuming Bellamy, who knew better than to start a fight now, when Clarke was going to get food and water for them.

Or so he thought.

Octavia stared after Clarke, and stunned, to be frank, followed.

Clarke fought a curse when she glanced behind her and noticed Octavia following.

She had hoped that her bitchy attitude would get Octavia, the mother of all bitches, to stop following her.

But nope.

Octavia was following her.

Clarke didn't slow down when Bellamy grabbed Octavia's arm and demanded to know what his sister was doing.

Octavia scoffed at him, as Clarke moved more quickly with her group, getting away from the rest of the 100.

Clarke drowned out Octavia's voice.

Honestly, Clarke felt like she had gotten more than a few warning signs about the Blake siblings over time, that she just willingly had ignored.

Bellamy and Octavia both treating her like she was spoiled and a waste of space.

Octavia saying that it was good for the Ark to fail, because she had a bad life-and didn't seem to care that there were children on the Ark.

Bellamy, who had wanted to save his own ass, after he had shot Thelonius Jaha, and in doing so, had thrown Raven's radio in the river, and had doomed three hundred people to die on the Ark, as sacrifices to conserve oxygen.

Bellamy, who had had her brother, Wells assaulted, and had torn his bracelet off of him by force.

Bellamy, a full-grown man, who had threatened to starve teenagers-children with starvation, if they didn't take their bracelets off of them.

Really, hadn't Clarke been given all the warning signs in the world about those two?

They were awful. Disgusting people.

She should have given up on them, ages ago.

She knew that there was a way of knocking out the people with her, and sneaking back to this camp, to kill Bellamy, Mbege, Murphy and Octavia with the gun that Bellamy had.

There were plants here, which when combined together? Made a powerful drug that knocked people unconscious.

She would mix that together, then use it as powder, to place into the food they found.

The powder would work faster with liquid.

But food would work too.

And they didn't have any containers to carry water around in, so, she didn't have much of a choice.

As Clarke and her group passed between the trees, Clarke eyed the sides of the path they took, noticing the plants that she wanted access to, all over the place.

She knew exactly what plants to use, because she had seen Jasper and Monty use these very plants, before.

That was good. That was a good thing.

Because she would need them to knock Wells, Finn and the others unconscious, long enough for her to murder all three Bellamy, Mbege, Octavia and Murphy.

She was positive that those same plants were near where she and the others had traveled the first time around.

She would grab a few of those and see if she could be discreet about it.

After she had killed Bellamy, Octavia, Mbege, and Murphy, and got away from the rest of the 100 with her group, naturally, not telling the others that she had killed Bellamy, Octavia, Mbege and Murphy, she would get them across the United States, away from all this chaos, away from the Grounders, hopefully.

Unknown to the group that had just left the camp near the dropship, including Clarke herself?

Another group of people, across the United States, remembered what had happened in this other timeline, as well.

All of them remembered.

They may never have met Clarke Griffin in person, but they remembered, and they had seen her in video feeds, and had seen her soulmate mark.

They knew that they and her were meant to be.

But she had never met them. But they were her mates, nonetheless.

No matter. They would go and be there for her this time.

The last time? They had wanted to know what all the commotion was in the other side of the United States. But they hadn't been able to, because of the treaty between their communities and the tribes on the other side, controlled by the current commander.

They hadn't known that Clarke was in that part of the United States. That she was in danger.

Only after the Trikru had begun attacking the 100 in various raids, did they gain access to some of the video feeds in the cameras around that area, and there they had seen a young girl who had looked about sixteen, seventeen or eighteen, with the mark of a crescent moon on her left wrist, which had had a band on both sides of the crescent, that wrapped around her wrist, and connected all around her wrist, like a wristband.

That very same soulmate mark? Was on the wrists of all of those who remembered the last timeline, and knew that they were bound to Clarke by soul.

These people were referred to as the Avengers and the Defenders.

There were some X-Men, who were Clarke's soulmates, too. But familial soulmates.

But those of the Avengers and the Defenders? They were strictly Clarke Griffin's romantic partner soulmates.

And they had seen Clarke in that video. And they had wanted to protect her. Always. They had failed last time.

But they wouldn't this time.

They would protect Clarke, no matter what.

They knew what today was, too.

It was the day that the dropship was to come down. The dropship, which held their Clarke inside.

The group began to plan.

They would have to get rid of the 100, and the rest of the Ark-who threatened Clarke.

And they'd need to make sure that the treaty stood, so that the Commander knew not to go near Clarke.

The Commander was easy enough to handle. She didn't want her tribes threatened? So be it.

They could navigate around that.

But they also could give the commander something her people wanted. Something that likely would make the commander's people, doubt the commander's leadership.

The Mountain Men, they needed to be exterminated. Clarke was not safe while the Mountain Men existed.

And if the Avengers and the Defenders disposed of the Mountain Men for the commander, she might be a bit more willing to allow them to take Clarke to their community and keep her safe there.

After all, they had gotten rid of the biggest threat to the Commander and her people by doing that. Not to mention, they wouldn't be surprised if the commander was happy to let them take the "troublesome sky person," off of her hands.

That would be easy enough.

Getting rid of the Ark people, when Clarke, from what they had seen in those videos, she cared about them, that would be more complicated.

That was fine, though, they could work with that. They had heard the discussions between Clarke and the others. Well, specifically between Clarke and her at the time boyfriend, Finn and between Finn and Wells.

Apparently, Clarke's own mother, Abby Griffin, had gotten Clarke's father killed.

And had gotten Clarke arrested.

They doubted that Clarke would mourn Abby too much. Or those other two, Kane and Thelonius Jaha.

That was fine. All they cared about was Clarke.

So, all twenty-seven of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates and those working with them, got ready.

They would ready the missiles for Mount Weather. And they would get ready to use all their skills, to kill the people amongst the 100 and the Ark people, who had hurt Clarke so badly, and who had left her to her death in the first timeline.

They would get ready for bloodshed.