A/N: Here's the next installment! Sorry it's taken me so long to post but a plethora of things got in the way as it usually does. I know that this story no longer really follows along with the show but I'm still just gonna go with it. As always, I don't own The 100. Please R&R and enjoy! ~Squeakygirl.

Chapter 2:

Bellamy slowly blinked his eyes open. He saw the floor moving underneath him as he was being dragged down the hallway by two guards. He groaned and lifted his head to see Maya and Clarke being marched along in front of him. He could see Clarke trying to pull herself free.

They stopped abruptly and one guard with a gun opened the door and stepped inside. Bellamy was lifted to his feet and shoved inside the room with Maya and Clarke right beside him. "Hey!" He yelled as he turned around, trying to reach for the gun. The guard easily side stepped him and backed out the door, sealing it closed behind him. "Damn" Bellamy cried as he pounded his fists against the door.

"No…way" Jasper's voice echoed through the room. Bellamy turned and saw all of the captured kids standing in an arch in front of the three new comers. Jasper ran up to Maya cupping her face in his hands, "Are you alright?"

Bellamy shuffled over to Clarke, "Welcome back."

Clarke grimaced and wavered slightly on her feet. "Just where I want to be."

The others slowly enclosed on Bellamy and Clarke asking for information about the outside world and their families.

"So the ark made it down?" Miller asked surprised.

Clarke nodded lightly, "Parts of it anyway. We only know of the one for now, there could be more out there."

The small crowd still surrounding Bellamy and Clarke murmured quietly to each other.

Bellamy spoke up, "We need to find a way out of here."

"A way out that won't hurt innocent people" Clarke emphasized. She remembered the brief conversation with him on the radio and knew that there were innocent children all around Mount Weather, and other people who had no idea about what was going on. They didn't deserve to be hurt. She swayed and put a hand out on a nearby bunk.

Bellamy instinctively reached his hands out towards her, "Are you alright Clarke?"

Clarke nodded, "Just tired. It's been a long day."

"You should get some rest. We can plan in the morning." Bellamy started to wave the kids surrounding them away.

Clarke shook her head, "Uh uh. We need to come up with a plan to get out of here ASAP."

Bellamy sighed and put his hand on her shoulder, "Alright princess you can be as stubborn as you want but face it, you're exhausted. Why don't we come up with a plan when you've had a chance to sleep and you're thinking straight?"

Clarke stared at him with her piercing blue eyes, "Fine." She sat down on the bunk that she was holding onto. "But you need rest too."

"As you wish princess" Bellamy chuckled.

…

Abby Griffin paced tirelessly in front of the gate, wearing a small path into the dirt.

"Abby you need to get some rest" Kane's voice said coming up behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders to stop her pacing, "We'll wake you the moment we find something."

Abby turned on him ripping her shoulders out of his grip, "No. Clarke has been gone for hours. We have sent out team after team after team, searching for her and we haven't seen a trace of her!" She was practically screaming at this point, "So I'm not going to get rest. I'm not going to move from this spot until my baby girl is back here safe."

Kane took a step back and dropped his head slightly knowing that nothing was going to change her mind, "It's not your fault…"

"Not my fault?" Abby growled. "Of course it's my fault. We argued and it's my fault she left the safety of the camp." She turned away from him and continued pacing."

Kane walked away and found Raven nearby, "Keep an eye on her. It's getting dark and she's not going to stop pacing any time soon."

"Do you think Clarke is dead?" Raven asked quietly as she watched Abby continue pacing.

Kane sighed, "I'm not sure. Clarke is a strong girl…but….it has been hours and there's no trace of her."

Raven walked away from Kane and stood beside Abby as she paced, "I'll watch with you."

"Don't you have something important to work on?" Abby asked quietly as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

"Nope" Raven shook her head, "What's important is making sure Clarke gets back safe. Since I can't do anything to help with that, I'm going to stand here and wait with you."

…

Clarke jerked awake, a gasp stuck in her throat. She took a look around at her surroundings, slowly remembering the recent events and how she got to Mount Weather.

"You alright Princess?" Bellamy whispered from the bunk beside hers.

She nodded more for herself than for Bellamy since he couldn't really see her, "Yeah just a bad dream. Why do you think they haven't done anything with us yet anyway?"

Bellamy shrugged, "Probably building more cages." He could see Clarke's head turn towards him, "Hey I don't want that to be the case but they probably want us to be locked up individually. Together we're more of a threat."

Clarke stood up and walked over to Bellamy's bunk and sat down next to him, "We need to come up with a plan before that happens. The problem is we don't have any weapons and…"

"They are fully armed" Bellamy said finishing her thought. "We always have brute strength. There's a lot of us in here, surely we can outnumber them?"

Clarke thought for a moment, "Maybe." She bawled up the bunk's sheet in her hand. "That could be very dangerous if they come in with weapons…but" she tried to scan the darkness, remembering things that were in the room from the last time she was there. "We could bundle the sheets inside our clothing to give us some protection and we might be able to fashion some weapons out of the tables and some of the other stuff in here."

There was just enough light for Bellamy to see Clarke's face in the darkness, he could see the determination and passion shining through. He knew that she would stop at nothing in order to get all of them out of Mount Weather. Clarke and Bellamy continued to quietly discuss plans. He had been going on about giving some brief combat training to anyone willing to fight. "What do you think about…" he stopped talking as he felt her head drop to his shoulder. "Clarke" he whispered quietly as he realized she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He leaned his head back and sighed, closing his eyes. He forgot all about their current predicament, thinking only of Clarke's head on his shoulder.

…

"Will that work?" Cage asked looking over blue prints with Dr. Tsing.

She nodded, "It's the best option we have. We want to separate the 43 as soon as possible so waiting to build more cages for them isn't wise." She pointed to a specific point, "There's enough storage space in these tanks for the blood of 29 grounders freeing up enough cages so with the ones we already have empty we will have enough."

"And the stored blood will still work well for us?" Cage asked.

Dr. Tsing nodded, "It'll last us for a while but with the blood of the 43 we shouldn't have need for grounder blood anymore. But it never hurts to keep an extra blood supply around."

Cage chuckled, "We make a wonderful team you and I." He walked over to a table across the room and picked up two glasses filled with wine. "To celebrate our victory" he said handing her a glass.

"To us walking on the ground once more." She clinked her glass with his and drank deeply. She had more plans to come up with and she knew that the sooner things were figured out, the better.

…

"Okay guys you have your orders get to work" Bellamy barked out. As everyone awake, he and Clarke had explained their plan to the rest of the group. Bellamy had split everyone into groups. Those who were willing to physically fight were learning basic combat while the others were split up between making strips out of all the bedding, and fashioning weapons and shields out of the sparse wooden furniture.

"Make the strips of cloth about this big" Clarke said demonstrating as she ripped a sheet apart. "That way we don't have to worry about wrapping big, bulky pieces of cloth around." She continued to rip sheets apart, "These won't give us a whole lot of protection but any little bit helps. It might save us from a few bruises." She watched as the small group continued to make strips before moving on to the other group. "Here try this" Clarke said grabbing a chair from one of the girls. She gripped one of the legs with both hands and brought it crashing down on the floor, wooden splinters flying everywhere. Clarke stared sifting the pieces into two piles. "The seat of the chair is mostly intact, that would make a decent shield for someone to hold."

Clarke continued to drift back and forth between both groups while Bellamy continued to play drill sergeant.

Clarke called everyone to attention and directed them to the three piles in front of her. "Wrap yourselves with as much cloth as possible. And we have two piles of potential weapons and potential shields."

"Hurry up too." Bellamy added. "I'm sure they've been watching us and have been assembling a force to deal with us so we probably don't have much more time." He picked up a very sharp piece of wood that had once been a table leg. "Now…make…sure…" he started slurring his words. He started blinking as he felt his eyelids become super heavy. He looked around and saw the others start falling to the floor. "Clarke…" he said slowly turning around looking for her.

Clarke had her arm crammed up against her mouth, "Sleeping…gas." She reached out grasping Bellamy's arm.

He reached out and caught her with both arms as she sagged to the ground. "Damn…" he felt his legs give out beneath him as he and Clarke fell to the floor, holding onto each other.