A/N: Welp, this was suppose to be three chapters but after that kickass premire, I got inspired to continue this, so enjoy. This is still based off my version but it will mix a bit with the show as it aires.

Walking toward Dr. Simons, Clarke made a plan, this was it. With a quick motion, Clarke slammed the heel of her hand against the nose of Dr. Simons. Blood ran down his face in a waterfall, but she didn't hit him hard enough to break his nose, or even cause death, instead, he presed a switch he had in his pocket, a small alarm went off. Thats when Clarke noticed the large boiler room they were in was actually two rooms, and in the center was slidding door that seperated them. A large, heavy looking metal door began to slide down from its station, and was effectivly seperating Clarke from Monty and Bellamy. Clarke turned, running as fast as she could, but the door was mere inches from the ground.

She wouldn't fit.

"Bellamy!" She screamed, pounding on the door, its echoed throughout the room. Small, rectangular windows were about Clarkes height, spaced three feet apart across the door, allowing her to see Bellamy's face from the other side. He was pounding on the door too, shouting her name at her.

"BELLAMY!" She screamed, her throat raw, "What will happen to him!?" She turned her gaze to a bleeding Dr. Simons. He tried to give somewhat of a smile, but it was a gory mess of blood and teeth.

"That side leads out of the compound. He and the rest of your escaping friends can probably make it out if they want. But unfortunately, we still need you." He walked closer to her, the motion made louder bangs come from the door on Bellamy's side.

"What do you need me for?" She asked, backing up.

"My commander wanted me to kill you, but I didn't. I don't want to hurt you, Clarke." He spread his arms like he was waiting for her to hug him, "I just want to help you."

"Then let me out!" She yelled, she wanted to hit him again.

"I cannot do that," He paused, adjusting his cracked black glasses on his squarish face. He couldn't be more than twenty-five, but his eyes made him look older, more malicious than he let on, "You see, this group has not left the compound in generations, we cannot handle the outside radiation like your bodies can," The way he said 'bodies' made Clarke feel uncomfortable, "Our scientists hope that if we can tranfuse your blood to some us, we can hopefully leave the compound without risking death. Our supplies here are running low, we cannot stay here, underground like this, much longer."

"Sucks for you." She hissed, he took another step toward her, guards running out from behind the machinery. There was at least five. More loud bangs came from Bellamy.

"Either come quietly, or we will take you by force." Dr. Simons said ungraceously.

"Screw off." Clarke said definantly.

'"Then Bellamy will have to pay." Panic swarmed Clarke, she turned to face him, scared to what she might see, but Bellamy was still here, banging harder on the glass, his mouth framing two words, turn around.

She had made a mistake. Two guards rushed, grabbing her arms, another smacked the back of her head with the back of his gun. The blow sent a scrabble of pain threw her body, but it didn't knock her out. Dizzy, the guards picked her up, and threw her over the shoulder of one guard, no one walked behind them. Bellamy was screaming.

Instinct kicked in when Clarke noticed a knife tucked in the waist of the guard. She grabbed it quickly and shoved it in the guards spin. A slick crack echoed in her ears as the guard screamed and collapsed. She rolled off his body, slashing the ankle of another on coming guard. She drove the knife between the ribs of one, and the neck in the other, slashing until she had them all down. As she turned to find Dr. Simons, a quick foot lashed out, kicking the knife from her hand until it hit the metal door. The next unforeseen blow knocked her on her ass, another hit to the ribs with something hard, a hit to the jaw, her eyes squeezed shut.

When the blows stopped, she looked up to the Doctor peering over her, Bellamy was hitting the door with something harder now, perhaps his whole body. Clarke was eye level with Dr. Simons knee when she kicked her foot out hard against it, and heard a satisfying crack.

Clarke shot up, running to a red button the left of the door, she hit it until a small alarm resounded, and the door began to lift. As soon as Bellamy could make it through, he crawled to her, picking up the knife when he ran past it.

"Clarke," he whispered. grabbing her face, she felt dizzy, the room was spinning and her face was painful. "Clarke, stay awake," His voice was so deep, so lulling...

"What? No 'Princess'?" Dr. Simons laughed from the ground, he struggled to stand up with only one good leg, he still had his gun.

"How did you...?" Bellamy pulled Clarke behind him, but she could still see a twisted smile on the Doctors face.

"I didn't want to hurt you, you have to believe me. I was the doctor sent to analyze her mental health, you see, she forced herself into a coma like state, all to see you. She'd wake crying, muttering about Raven, Octavia, and especially Finn," Bellamy froze. "But oh boy, imagine my suprise when she moaned your name. I knew of you, of your difficult relationship, how you hated eachother, how the kids rallied behind the king, while the Princess fought against him. I told her of the missing and presumed dead, and she was numb to them, until I mentioned you. She cried, then would force herself asleep. Then one day, I walked in to observe her, and here she is moaning your name. I felt a little jealous, I must say." He smirked, Clarke noticed blackness creeping into her vision, she was fading fast.

"Bell-" she tried, but it only came out as a little gasp, she grabbed onto his arm.

"It sounded like that, although, I'm sure it came from an entirely different situation."

"Shut up." Bellamy hissed, but the Doctor raised his gun, "I don't want to hurt you, but I will."

In a quick flash, Bellamy threw the knife he was holding, it sailed into Dr. Simons shoulder, he screamed and fell over again. Bellamy wasted no time picking up Clarke and running down the hall.

Clarke opened her eyes to more white of Mount Weather. Shock woke her up, although she felt sick and bone-tired, she noticed she was still being carried. The gentle sway of Bellamy's arms nearly lulled her back asleep, until she found a pair of bright, familar eyes.

"Mom." Clarke mumbled against the material of Bellamy's jacket.

"Clarke? Honey, are you okay?" Hands felt around Clarkes face, brushing away hair, "We are almost out, this is the last leg," then to Bellamy, "Can you still carry her? Finn or Miller could..."

"No, I'm fine." He was lying, Clarke could feel his muscles twitch from the strain of keeping her up. She left like dead weight, all this time sleeping and she was still useless. Something woke in Clarke, like an old spark of flame.

"Bell-" she whispered, "Let me down, I can walk." Well, she didn't know for sure, but she was going to try. Slowly, Bellamy lowered her back down to the ground. Once Clarke stood tall, she hugged her mom, praying she didn't break down into tears.

Looking around the group, she found Monty and Jasper embracing in tears, Finn was in the front with Miller and another boy who looked suspiciously like John Murphy, but she wasn't going to think of that. Right now, they had to go home.

"Ready?"

Freedom's close, but will it really be this easy? Hope you guys are liking this, I've gotten amazing feedback and I really enjoy it. Just a note, I wrote this before the second episode of the 100 but called the whole blood thing! Comment/Fav/Follow, thank you luvs!