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. This might get a little confusing, but bare with me.

Dr Simons sat in the basic ER, a total of fourteen stitches held his arm and leg wounds together. He had gotten new glasses, a new suit, but he knew he was in trouble. Clarke was still within the compound, but they no longer had control over the situation. The Captain will want an explanation. A reason why he didn't kill her, Clarke, in the first place. Why he let her slip away

His situation couldn't get any worse.

"Dr Simons," A guard stepped into the room, "The Captain wants to speak with you as soon as possible."

"Thank you." He didn't nod, instead kept his voice monotone.

He was no-where near thankful for the storm that was coming for him.

-the 100-

Clarke opened her eyes to the jadded rock of a cave wall. The air was damp, moist from a nearbly water source. Hope surged throughout her. They're safe. For now, anyway.

Clarke thought back to how she got here, coming up blank. Did she pass out? She was sure Bellamy would've carried her without complaint. Nor would she complain, it was almost if she could feel her heart coming back together, mending itself inside her chest. All the loss, the guilt, it was erasing. She was sure of it.

"Bellamy?" She whispered, her voice hoarse from dissuse.

"Princess?" The room she was in was dark, but a glow came from near her feet, warmth radiated from it. Just past her feet, she could see his shadow on the wall. He looked like someone from a hero epic.

"Thanks." he laughed,

"For what?" Clarke pushed herself from the ground.

"For not dying." She could see Bellamy's smile spread across his face, a full one, without the arrogant touch.

"Anytime, there, Princess." He came closer now, sitting next to her. The heat from the small fire was nothing compared to the heat that flashed through her when he was near her. She really did love him. It snuck up on her, that feeling. The trust they shared when beyond co-leaders.

"Bell, I...about what Dr. Simons said, about my dream..." The heat surged in her cheeks,

"Princess." The arrogance was back, "Your dream doesn't compare the the real thing." He winked. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

What happened next was a blur.

He seemed closer, to be everywhere at once.

Then he was there. Dr. Simons. She saw his glasses gleam in the light.

And then he shoved a dagger into Bellamy's back.

000000000000000000000000000

"Clarke! Clarke, wake up!" Clarke jolted, a hand clamped down around her mouth, preventing her scream from leaving her chapped lips. Bellamy was over her, her mom behind him. She had passed out. From shock, or excursion. They were still within Mount Weather. Clarke felt tears weld up, blurring the scene before her.

She was weak.

"Clarke," Bellamy whispered in her ear, "We're okay. You're okay. We are going to get through this." She nodded, his hand left her mouth, but stayed close, stroking her cheek, pushing away her hair.

"My dreams, they won't go away." Clarke could barely push her voice above a whisper. She had been living in a dream world, her mind couldn't adjust to this one, nor could her unused body.

"They will. We will slay that demon when it comes around." He smiled, hoisting her up, her head leaned against his collar bone. He smelled like outside, like damp earth and dirt. It smelled like the only real home she knew. The home that was outside this hell hole.

"Lets go." She mused, stepping a head of her mother, "There should be an emergency exit through the maintance hall."

"Alright," Abby looked slightly shocked at the sudden outburst, "Lead the way, Clarke."

It felt good to be back on top.

000000000000000000000000000000000000

"How did she escape!?" The Captain yelled, his fist crashing against anything near him, "And how did Grounders break in!" -bang- "How did that barbarian get her?" -bang- "Why didn't you kill her before she kicked your sorry ass!" He pushed over the table.

"Her blood has one of the best agents to digest the radiation, she has control over the mass of kids, can you imagine the livestock we can push from them? The data, the skills those kids have that could deeply benefit this facility!?" Dr Simons pushed back, "All that would be lost if we simply kill this woman!"

"You mean this 'girl'? Don't you, Peter?" The Captain shot back.

"Whatever you want to call her, she is an asset!"

"This is about your affinity for her, and your weak spot for those bastard kids!" The captain chucked something across the room that broke in a could shattered crash.

"No one here has emotions, here, Captain, and we haven't for how many fucking generations!"

"Watch your tongue. You might have been a son to my friend, but that doesn't mean you can go around fixing things as you see fit!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Get her back, and bring her to me. And bring me that man, that Blake, to me, alive. I want to deal with him personally. And kill anyone, including those kids, who get in your way." The Captains old face was deep red, his age showing clearly on his weathered face. The touch of greed and hate gleamed in his dark eyes.

"Whatever you want, Uncle."

000000000000000000000

"We're here." Clarke said, turning to face a beaming Bellamy and her mother. A group of twenty followed them, another group of twenty eight were grouped further behind. All were looking to them.

"Good, lets go." Monty and Jasper disabled the door, letting the group run ahead.

"Mom, you lead them up, the exit will be at the top on the right." Clarke pulled up all memories of maps seen, overheard conversations, all pulled up, "Open that door and don't look back."

"See you at the top, Clarke." And the group ran.

"Miller. you go up and help her head out, we'll bring up the rear." Bellamy called, he nodded and raced up, helping the kids go first.

Clarke watched the kids file through, counting.

"Clarke!" A familar voice called, she turned around to see Finn. He looked different, but his bright eyes still held the same emotion as before.

And he was alive.

Clarke threw her arms around his neck.

"You're okay." She nearly cried into his chest.

"For the most part." She could hear the smile in his voice. A cry pulled her away to were a young girl had tripped, but Bellamy was already helping her up, not looking at Clarke.

Finally the last group stood, Finn, Bellamy, Monty, Jasper and Clarke stood at the large door.

"I counted everyone, I think we are good."

"Then lets get out." Finn stood next to Clarke, but she had her eyes planted on Bellamy who looked like he could strangle him.

"Sounds like a plan." Jasper smiled, practically skipping up the large, narrow metal steps.

"Lets get out of here." Clarke agreed, and raced after Jasper to freedom.