Wow guys, really. I can't thank you enough. The reviews were more than I expected, and I'm glad y'all liked it so much. Because of your awesomeness, I present you with another chapter of Once More.

To those who asked for longer chapters, this one's longer than the first, but not as long as I'd like because I only have about 7k words typed up. As soon as I get rolling into the good stuff, I'm hoping to give you longer chapters. But, like I said, you're all lovely and I thought you deserved another one.

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Before:

Clarke dropped the sword in her hand.

It was done.

She fell then, too. Eyes screwing shut as she felt the waves of pain begin to course through her body. She brought a hand to her stomach, pressing against it before looking beneath her. Just seeing the blood soaking her clothes and the ground below, she realized that it would be a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. She had already lost too much.

...

Before the blonde knew it, she was bolting upright in a hard cot, her hands furiously grasping at the sheets and pulling them down, moving to feel around her abdomen for the ghost pain of bullet wounds that were no longer there.

...

"What's going on in there, 319?"

Now:

"N-nothing, everything's fine." Her voice came out hoarse, rough. As she spoke though, her mind raced on how the joken hell she could even be back here. Back on the Ark. Was this some weird, screwed up, before-death hallucination? No, it couldn't be, that was why she had punched the stupid ass wall.

But what the hell else could it be?

Were the past seven odd weeks a weird dream? How could she have made any of that up? She recognized none of the faces of the grounders from the Ark, and she knew the mind was incapable of coming up with new ones. She would definitely remember having seen Lexa's face anywhere before the ground.

Suddenly their conversation from the gorilla enclosure came to her mind.

"My spirit would choose better than that."

"... Reincarnation..."

Of course, at the time it had seemed ludicrous. But now... Just what the hell was going on? She was pretty sure if you were reincarnated, you didn't get sent to your younger self's body.

Right?

Right.

Clarke cursed slightly under her breath; if anything she remembered was to be believed, then judging by the drawings on her cell, today was the day they would be sent to the ground. There was no time to research or to ask questions.

Was it only her? Had anyone else who... Who died, had they come back? She would have to lightly inquire, ask everyone when they got to the ground.

And she would need to keep those two fucking idiots in their seats by telling them beforehand what would happen if they didn't. Maybe if she did that, someone would come forth when she was alone.

Clarke knocked on her door for the guard she knew was outside and spoke before waiting for an answer.

"I need ice, I fell from my bunk and landed on my wrist wrong."

"Sure, okay princess, whatever-"

"I don't need your sass, asshat. I could tell my mom that you didn't help when I needed it and you know how close to the chancellor my family is. Wouldn't want a mark on your, what I'm sure is a sterling, reputation for not giving prisoners proper care." She hated pulling that card, but if they were going to the ground, she was going to need a little alleviation from the pain she'd only brought on herself.

"Well, you're not so close to the chancellor that daddy dearest got a pass, eh?" And with that scathing, parting remark, she heard the guard walk away, knowing he'd be getting her ice despite his words.

Clarke inhaled sharply and closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against the cool metal of the door and hissed under her breath, feeling it quell the quickly forming headache.

It was some time later, and Clarke was sitting on the floor, drawing her new rendition of the ground, Lexa's war paint designs having found their way onto her canvas just off to the side having nothing better to do in the cell, when she heard the knock and voices of what she had been anticipating all day. She got up and moved to the back wall as guards stormed her room and went through the motions.

Like last time, there was no way she was giving up her dad's watch without a fight and elbowed a guard in the face before punching the other in his solar plexus and running out of her door only to come face to face with her mom.

Tears came to her eyes as she saw the woman clean and her eyes untainted by the events of the ground. She had no idea what was waiting for them.

Clarke asked what was going on, even though she knew already, and hugged her mom tightly. She could feel Abby tense against her but then felt her arms come around her and hold her close.

"You're going to be okay, Clarke. Everything's going to be alright." If only she knew how wrong she was. Clarke could feel the small smile against her shoulder though and so she said nothing, feeling a slight pinch in her neck before the world became fuzzy and then a blackness took her.

ooOoOoo

".. –rke… Clarke?" Her head was spinning, or was that the room around her? Was she even in a room? All she could see, kind of, was black. Everything was black. "Clarke, you need… to us… help." Everything was spinning and she thought she could hear someone talking, but it was like they were speaking from behind a mask and through fans. Like the voice was speaking through a soft static.

"What do you want? Who are you?" She brought her hands, or what she thought were her hands, to where her head should be and crouched down, a sharp, ringing noise pervading everything for a moment before it died down.

"… help… you need… monument…" She shook her head and was about to say something back before she was torn from the place.

ooOoOoo

Clarke came to in the dropship and shook her head of sleep before leaning back against her seat, taking stock of her surroundings as the last remnants of the odd dream faded from her memory. She looked to her side and tried to quell the tears that welled up at seeing Wells.

Wells who had been killed before his time by a little girl trying to overcome her fears of his father, a little girl who was haunted by the older Jaha's misgivings.

When the boy looked back at her, Clarke could see that he hadn't been brought back with her. She could see the childishness still in his eyes, not haunted by the ground like she was. She saw some edge of darkness though and remembered that at this time, he was keeping her mother's sins from her.

Clarke shook her head gently before speaking his name. When he was looking at her, she could easily see his curiosity and understood that, for sure. Why wasn't she yelling at him for what he'd done, why wasn't she just ignoring him? She gave him a slight smile, which was all she could muster in the face of what was coming, and shook her head again before reaching for his hand that was laid on his thigh. "I know, Wells. I know about what my mom did."

He looked shocked, and she could feel his hand tense under hers, but he quickly looked at her, even more confused than before. The blonde just shook her head yet again and let go of his hand, moving both of hers to hold the straps over her shoulders, keeping her buckled securely into the dropship.

"She was the only one who… I know, rationally, that you wouldn't have told your father, Wells. I know that. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Could you ever-" This time it was his hand that found hers and she opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them, and looked over to him. The smile he was giving her was genuine and soft. He was not prepared, he shouldn't have been here. The ground wasn't the place for him, even if she was going. Not until they had a treaty with the grounders and had the Mountain Men shut down. And even then, she wasn't sure…

"It's already done." Wells said, and Clarke was thrown for a minute before remembering what they had been talking about. She returned his smile before looking around the dropship again. She ignored what Thelonius Jaha was saying on the monitor in the dropship's wall and kept an eye on Finn as they hurdled towards Earth. In the few seconds that she took her eyes off of him though, to really take in the fact that the 100 were all alive and for the most part well, he had managed to unbuckle himself and float towards her and Wells.

Clarke cursed in her mind, a mix of Trigedasleng and English, and spoke before Finn could say a word. "You need to get yourself back to your seat Spacewalker or you're going to be in for a hell of a re-entry and landing. The impact will kill you if something goes wrong and you're out of your seat," Clarke spoke up, sparing a cursory glance at the rest of the people she could see, and saw the other two's hands twitching towards their fastenings. She was going to keep as many of them alive as she could. That, she promised herself. "That goes for all of you, understand? Do you want to die without having seen the ground, seen if we can survive; even if we die of radiation, even if we don't, you won't get the chance to find out.

"You want to die without even seeing if we can? Be my guest, take your belts off. Take those few moments of weightlessness before you die."

A voice that Clarke never thought would agree with her, at least, not this early on, spoke up. "She's right. Keep your belts on, everyone stay in your seats. Collins, get back right now or so help me god I will kill you myself." Bellamy's voice held an authority that no one would contest, even now.

A few seconds passed as Finn made it back to his seat, and murmurs that all coalesced into a single buzzing sound filled the air until one broke out above them all. "Bell?"

"O?" That was all the siblings could say before the dropship began to shake and shudder with re-entry. The murmuring grew and everyone was white-knuckling their fastenings as the stupid, near-century-old machine couldn't stand to do its job as planned, especially not with Mount Weather's jamming signal making things worse. It still did its job well enough that, when it crashed with more force than it should have, everyone was still alive.

101 people alive and accounted for.

Clarke: 1

Mount Weather: 0

Alright. There we have it, guys! Another chapter done and Clarke is making some changes. Hopefully the streak will continue, but... we shall see. *shifty eyes*. Oh! I'd love to hear your guys' thoughts about what could happen, it always makes me grin when I get an email saying someone's reviewed.

Until later, have some great days, guys.

-Bad Wolf.