Hey guys! I know this is early for an update, but I'm gonna be away this weekend and I had planned to update tomorrow. PLUS! In honor of the Supreme Court ruling for gay marriage, I thought it might be cool to celebrate with a chapter of a story based on a beautiful couple.

Starting tomorrow (or today), I'm going to be trying to update once a week, hopefully Saturdays. I also didn't want to have you wait over a week to tell you this. So... you get an early chapter!

Now, to everyone who reviewed, I want to thank you all again. Seriously. Each and every one of you. Every reply I get brightens my day, and it's thanks to you.

I want to address a couple of things that were said though. A couple of people mentioned that maybe Clarke was just in a coma because of the little interlude last chapter. I answered those people privately, but I also wanted to let you all know, in case you were wondering, this is most definitely, 100%, a time travel story. The interlude will be explained eventually, hopefully to your liking.

And to the guest reviewer who had some Trigedasleng in their review, four for you. I love the language so much. It made me laugh.

One more question, before we go on with the story: Do you guys want to see some of the things going on outside of Clarke or would it be better to just stick with her and see what happens?

Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable and anything credit for anything you recognize goes to the proper owners.

Before:

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.

...

"You're going to be okay, Clarke. Everything's going to be alright." If only she knew how wrong she was.

...

101 people alive and accounted for.

Clarke: 1

Mount Weather: 0

Now:

Clarke watched idly from the background as Bellamy let his younger sister once more take the first steps onto earthen soil. She smiled softly, remembering what the siblings had become, how they had grown. Clarke was going to make sure that this time, Octavia didn't lose the home she had found. Bellamy, she knew, had some growing to do before he would be the man that he was, but it would happen. All she needed was for him to believe that he would be pardoned for his attempted crime. For that, Clarke would need Raven – or a way to contact the Ark – and news of Thelonious' survival.

She blonde sighed and walked out of the dropship, making sure to take the map of the area, and took a breath of fresh air as soon as she was outside. She looked around and smiled softly, watching everyone celebrate their return to the Earth. She could almost forget, for that moment, what was coming for them.

Shaking it off, Clarke identified Finn walking up to her in her periphery and opened the map for his benefit, already knowing herself where they were.

"Why so serious, Princess? It's not like we died in a fiery explosion." Clarke shook her head and looked out to where she could see Mount Weather's peak through the trees.

"Do you see that mountain, Spacewalker? That is where we were meant to be dropped. Instead, we're here with no food, no water, and a long hike ahead of us to get to where our next meal is supposed to be. That is, assuming things are still well and good after 97 years." Keep yourself unattached, Clarke. Don't use his name; he's not the Finn that he was, and he is not the Finn he became. He was Raven's and he betrayed her. Well, that wasn't going to happen.

Not with Clarke.

Not this time.

Clarke owed Raven so much more than that.

"You don't like being called Princess, do you Princess?" Clarke only rolled her eyes at him before walking off, only stopping when Wells fell into step beside her.

Like the last time, he told her of how the comm. systems had failed and how the wiring was fried but, now, she was not planning on them going to Mount Weather. Not even close. No, they were going to stay far away from that insane place and their acid fog and their Reapers and Jasper was going to remain spear-free.

"What we need right now," she said, "is to find a way to make some weapons and then gather a group to search the area. Nature is flourishing and, as far as I can tell, we can breathe the air, so it's likely that there's some wildlife around. Hopefully, we won't have to trek all the way to the mountain for freeze-dried food that's 97 years old. That's assuming that it's all still there." Wells gave her a funny look but she ignored it, instead opting to look at the map in her hands.

"We need to figure out where we are." Wells said, looking at the map as well, for some reason assuming that she hadn't done that already.

"We're on the ground, is that not good enough for you?" Clarke put a hand on Wells' arm to try and hold him back from a confrontation but the stubborn boy spoke up again anyway, annoying her slightly when he contradicted exactly what she had just finished saying that they shouldn't bother doing.

"We need to find Mount Weather. You all heard what my father said; that should be our first priority."

Octavia's response of, "screw your father," brought a slight smirk to Clarke's lips, but not before her previous expression of annoyance had been noted by the older Blake who nodded towards her and spoke to Wells again.

"The Princess seems to think otherwise, little Jaha." Clarke rolled her eyes and took a half step back from Wells. She may have forgiven him for lying to her, and apologized for her own actions towards him, but he was being stubborn and she didn't agree with what he was saying. The rules were different on the ground, and everyone was going to realize that sooner or later. More than likely it would be sooner.

"Clarke?" Wells asked when she stepped back. The girl in question rolled her eyes again before sighing and stepping up.

"I don't think we need to go as far as Mount Weather for our next meal. But, we do need to find some things we can use as weapons and gather a group to scout the area. If we can survive, and if there's vegetation as abundant as this, there's bound to be animals in the area somewhere. All we need to do is find them.

"We also need to find a source of water," she said, hoping her voice conveyed the authority that it had before she was thrust back here. She had been the unspoken leader, with Bellamy at her side, and Lexa heading her ideas to the rest of the grounders. "We should also build a wall in case there are some less than friendlies in the woods. We can use the fallen trees, and make some weapons to cut down more." She was, of course, thinking about the freaking jaguar, the weird serpent like thing in the river that had taken a bite out of Octavia, and the gorilla. That damn gorilla had been a bitch to deal with.

Even though a scouting party wouldn't go that far, and she doubted that the ape would come this far away from the abandoned zoo enclosures, the wall wouldn't hurt.

"What, you think you're in charge here?" Octavia challenged. Clarke clenched her jaw, not looking away from the girl's brother. She had almost forgotten what Octavia was like before finding her bearings and things had gotten out of control. "You and the little Prince?"

Before Clarke could say anything to defend herself, Bellamy put his hand on Octavia's arm and shook his head, surprising Clarke. "She's got a good point, O. It's not like we don't need food and water, and it's better we get started as soon as we can." Clarke nodded along as he spoke.

"The longer we wait, the hungrier everyone will get and the harder this will be."

"Clarke, we need to go to Mount Weather. The provisions there-"

Of course, Murphy stepped in at this point and pushed Wells back a couple of steps, making a jab at his family name before tripping the boy onto his back. Clarke moved to help him up but one of Murphy's lackeys held her back. The last time this had happened, Clarke had been helpless.

This time, she wasn't.

Clarke stepped on the boy's foot and rammed her elbow back into his stomach, stunning him enough to loosen his grip and allow her to move towards Wells, helping him up.

"Step off Murphy, and stop being a jackass. If no one else is going to go, I'll just go on my own. But I'm only one person. You don't want to eat, I won't bother you with food. And all the others who think they're too good to do anything to keep us alive can fend for themselves." Murphy made to move forward and throw a punch, but Finn again chose that exact moment to step in. Or rather, to jump in. He twisted away from a ledge on the dropship and landed between her and Wells and Murphy.

With a few choice words, Murphy stepped back and Octavia stepped up.

"Hey Spacewalker; rescue me next." Clarke just closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. She took Wells without a word, letting him lean against her when he needed, and walked away from the crowd to settle him down and take a look at his ankle.

Finn, as Clarke had expected, walked over and asked when they were going to be leaving.

"Right now," she said, standing from her place crouched in front Wells and looked down at him. She was not letting him come with his ankle sprained again. "We'll be back later with food," she said.

Wells, apparently not taking what she had said about not bringing the others food seriously, asked, "how are the two of you going to carry enough food for a hundred?" Clarke shook her head while Finn spun on his heel. He clasped onto Jasper and Monty's shoulders and turned back around with them.

"Now we have four," he said. "Can we go?"

Octavia sauntered over then, Bellamy no doubt not far behind. "Sounds like a party, make it five."

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

Clarke smirked with Octavia answered, "going for a walk." Unlike the last time, Clarke kept to herself her notice of Finn trying to take off his wristband, not wanting Bellamy getting any ideas while they were away, before she had a chance to talk to him. She would, however, confront Finn about it when they were in the forest.

"Before we go," she said, looking at the four who were joining her once again, "we need to take a look around the wreckage. Everyone look and see if you can find anything you could use as a weapon or as a tool to make weapons out of anything we find in the forest." So they did.

Clarke walked back to the dropship with the others in tow before they split up. Clarke walked the perimeter and found a couple pieces of metal that she sat and painstakingly bent into knives. She handed one to Octavia who had, surprisingly, chosen to follow her. The brunette took the knife with a smile of gratitude and tucked it into her waistband.

Standing up, the two continued on. Neither of them said anything, and Clarke was grateful for the silence. Once they actually made their way into the dropship, Clarke scrounged around and managed to scavenge a particularly large piece of scrap metal, measuring just over the length of her forearm and hand. The blonde nodded to herself and tucked the metal under her arm.

If she found a good stone, and got a good fire going, she could sharpen it into a deadly, if crude, sword.

Clarke smiled to herself at the thought of a blade in her hands again. Though by no means was she an expert, and Octavia had certainly had more experience with one, Clarke enjoyed the uses. And although she had kept her gun, sword fighting was an art in itself, and it was one that she would hopefully pick up more of this time around. Even with just the piece of scrap under her arm, she felt closer to The Commander. To Lexa herself. Of course, they didn't even have guns yet, so a sword would definitely be a welcome addition.

Clarke walked from the dropship with Octavia at her side and a second knife tucked into a pocket inside of her jacket, and waited at the edge of the clearing for the other three. Inside of the ship, she had also grabbed a few packs so it would be easier to carry any small game that they found, and a couple of things to hold water in. She had slipped the metal for her sword into her own pack. The blonde was pleased when Jasper, Monty and Finn all walked towards her with various pieces of metal fashioned into weapons. Some were small, but they would serve to at least fashion longer sticks into credible weapons.

They were ready to head out after she handed a pack to Finn and one to Monty.

Alrighty guys, so, how did that go? Clarke is ready to set out and Wells is being kind of a teacher's pet. Why won't he just listen...

Let me know what you think and I'll see y'all next week :) Have a good one.

-Bad Wolf.