Hey guys! First of all, I'd like to once again thank every single one of you that reviewed! I'd also like to thank those of you who said something for the well-wishes for my new job. I appreciate it guys, so thanks.

This is coming a bit earlier than I would have posted it, but that's cause I don't know if I'll be able to stay up until then, only because I've got a terrible headache and I wanted you guys to have this in case I couldn't.

Are y'all as excited as I am that Lexa's confirmed to be coming back next season? And who's gonna be watching Fear the Walking Dead (either for Alycia or because you like the show)? Also, how much of a nerd is she, eh? (Can anyone tell that I have a massive crush on that ball of literal sunshine?)

I don't really think I need to address anything in this AN, but if you guys have questions, feel free to leave them in reviews and I'll either get to you personally or answer you in the next chapter if it's something a lot of people want to know.

This chapter's the start of really having some Trigedasleng, so I'm just gonna reiterate that you don't have to scroll to the bottom for translations because they'll be in the chapter itself. If you don't understand what's being said when it's written, you'll understand when the character in question is asking about it herself.

Shout out to my Beta for the chapter: trueloveaddict-ally

Disclaimer: See chapters 1-3

And without any further ado, the next chapter of Once More!

Before:

Charlotte saw it first, the light blinking through the sky. She pointed it out to Clarke who watched it with bated breath.

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"Okay." Bellamy said. "Everyone go get ready, we head out in ten. Bring any weapons you have and your gear."

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He looked panicked and defeated, but soon, when Raven woke up, he would know that Jaha wasn't dead. ... "When the people on the Ark come down, I'm dead!" He said, his voice wavering.

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"... Do you think you deserve anything less than some penance?" She asked. ... Bellamy was quiet for another minute before shaking his head. "You're right. And – and if he is dead then…" Octavia moved to the other side of her brother and wrapped an arm around his waist. ... "Then we'll figure it out then."

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"Chancellor Jaha is alive and well, Griffin. What about the one hundred? Our monitors tell us that all of you died." For the first time since Raven had fallen, Clarke could see a genuine smile on Bellamy's face... "Our results of trying to contact you, Ark station..."

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"Can you tell me your name?" ... "Raven. Raven Reyes."

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It was when she stumbled that Clarke quickly moved forward and slung Raven's arm around her shoulder, putting her own around the brunette's waist. .. "Easy soldier, buy me a drink first."

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"You in there, Clarkey?" Raven asked. ... "If you mean am I living some weird time travel shit, then yes, Raven, yes I am." Clarke stepped back from the brunette and brought a hand up to rub at her face tiredly. "You're back too?"

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"I'm going to find Lexa."

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"I'm really glad you're here Raven." ... "Of course you are, I'm awesome."

Now:

When the two got back to the dropship, the camp was in a frenzy. Clarke and Raven shared a look before heading to the command tent for some answers. When they got there, Bellamy and Wells were standing outside, their hunters gathered in front of them as they spoke.

"You all have your jobs, now go and find my sister." Clarke cursed under her breath and walked up to the two leaders, their hunters were all going off in their designated directions.

"What happened?" She asked, her focus on Bellamy who looked frantic.

"I- I don't know. We were walking back, Octavia and I got separated, she wanted to look at everything, you know? I think she saw something off to one side of the path and I let her go. She should've been back by now, and I'm afraid… Clarke I'm afraid. What if they got her?"

Clarke moved away from Raven towards the older Blake and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close. His arms moved around her and she could swear she felt his racing heartbeat.

"She'll be okay, Bellamy. Octavia is strong, she knows how to handle herself. We'll find her." She moved both of her hands to his shoulders and moved away, looking him in the eye. "We'll find her." He took a deep breath and nodded, looking to Wells and then to Raven behind her.

"Take her to the dropship, she needs to lay down." Wells looked like he wanted to protest but nodded at Bellamy's look, taking Raven with him towards the dropship.

"Hold on. Raven, can you get talking with Monty when you're feeling up to it if we're not back by then?" The mechanic nodded to her and then was on her way to the ship with Wells. Charlotte ran up to them then and pointed towards the two.

"Did she come down in the meteor?" Clarke nodded.

"It was a pod from the Ark. There was a radio and we managed contact. They were going to kill over three hundred people today to save oxygen for the rest, but they know that it's safe to come down now." Charlotte crossed her arms and nodded, not pleased with that decision from Jaha. "I know Charlotte, I know you don't like him, but we can fend for ourselves. We aren't subject to the Ark anymore, okay."

The younger girl rolled her eyes before smirking and nodding. "I know Clarke. Now, are we going searching for Octavia?" While Charlotte had become like her second, Octavia had become something of an older sister figure to the young girl. She looked up to Octavia and listened to her like she was Clarke.

Clarke shook her head. "No. You're staying here. We don't know if Octavia is just late coming back or if she was taken. But it's too dangerous for you, kid. Please, stay here, help Wells make sure everyone else who's staying is working and productive and not focusing on what we're doing out there, okay?" Charlotte rolled her eyes at Clarke's protectiveness but remembered her words that first night and nodded. Clarke took responsibility for each of her people, she wanted them safe. They were a family, or at least on their way to being one, and Charlotte was happy being a part of that.

"Okay Clarke." She said. Clarke gave her a grateful smile and nodded towards the dropship.

"Wells is helping our newest addition get settled. She bumped her head on her way down and might be a little woozy for a while. Help her out too, her name is Raven. And if she tells you she's feeling better, tell her that I said to rest for at least another hour after that point." Bellamy gave her a look at that and Clarke chuckled. "She's stubborn, that one. I can tell." She added on, remembering that she shouldn't know as much about Raven as she did.

Charlotte nodded and ran off, and Clarke turned to Bellamy. "So, are you ready to head out?" He gave her a solemn nod and the two made their way out of the camp site.

ooOoOoo

She woke up to the sound of dripping water echoing around her. Her head was pounding, so much so that she could feel her heart beating in her skull.

She groaned as she opened her eyes, sitting up slowly, digging her hands into soft dirt below her.

Wait, dirt?

Octavia looked around her, noting that she was definitely not where she had fallen, and then she vaguely remembered seeing a man. A man that was definitely not from the dropship.

She twisted around, looking at everything. There were books, and toys. Almost like this had been meant to be a bunker when bombs had been detonated. She turned back to her leg when it became apparent that it wasn't going to be moving all that well for a while. She poked it, being unsatisfied in just thinking that.

She jerked her hand back from the area when a red hot pain coursed through the entire right side of her body. Octavia took a deep breath and counted to three in her head. She moved one hand to her waistband and felt for her knife when she couldn't feel the weight of her sword at her back. She cheered internally when she felt it still there, faithfully so, and idly wondered where her belt had gone.

She jumped and skirted back when she heard a noise, like someone moving. She pulled herself backwards, careful not to put her weight on her leg, until her back was up against a wall of books.

The same man she remembered fuzzily walked in and Octavia pulled her knife, holding it out with one hand. "Stay back, buddy. I know how to use this." To her surprise, he put his hands up. It showed on her face for a moment before she schooled the expression to look more menacing. For some reason, she thought she saw amusement in his features. Though she couldn't blame the guy for that.

"What do you want?" She asked sternly, poking her knife out again when he stepped forward. He didn't stop and she could see his own, much larger knife, at his side, the tip glowing red hot. He pointed it at her knee. Octavia clenched her jaw, because he could help her, but he could also seriously hurt her. But if he had wanted to do that, he could have done so when she was out cold.

So she nodded, and lowered her knife. He knelt next to her and took her leg gingerly, Octavia's head falling back at the pain even the small movement caused. Her hand clenched her knife tighter, white-knuckling the grip. She looked at him when he tapped her other leg and saw he was holding out a thick piece of some kind of fabric.

"What's that for?" She asked. She was getting really tired of how he wouldn't speak but seemed to understand. They – the grounders, that is – had to speak some kind of English, didn't they?

The man pointed to his mouth and then to his knife and Octavia understood the picture. She took the strip and folded it a couple of times, putting it in her mouth and then nodded at the hulking man. He nodded back and held her leg more firmly, enticing a yelp out of her.

That was nothing compared to the yell through the cloth that came when the burning metal seared her skin. Her hand dropped her knife and found the guy's forearm and Octavia held on like her life depended on it.

She must have blacked out, because the next thing she knew, she was waking up again, on the floor of the cave – bunker… whatever it was. She bolted upright, her hand grasping for her knife that was, once again, tucked into her pants.

Octavia's brow furrowed. The guy could have easily taken her knife, he had seen it, she had pointed it at him, and he had taken her sword. Why not her knife?

"Chil au." Came a low voice, off to her side. Octavia turned towards the man as her heart sped up. He was just sitting there, and the paint that had been on his face before was gone, as was the cloth with skeleton hands that had been covering the bottom half of it.

It hit her, then, that he wanted her to feel safe. That was why he had left her with her knife; that was why he had stopped earlier when she had threatened him. He wasn't scared of her, or threatened by small knives. But he had stopped for her.

Octavia took a deep breath in and then let it out, keeping her eyes on him. Chill out, he'd said… or, that was what it had sounded like. Chill out, calm down. She looked at him and took her hand away from her knife.

"You fixed my leg."

"No." He said. "Yu nou ste fis. Ai sis yu au." Octavia was confused. He understood her, but responded in a different language.

"I don't understand." She said. Octavia moved her leg. The pain was dull, not as severe as it had been before. She made to stand up but he was up before she was and in front of her before she could blink.

"Stop." He said. Octavia looked up at him and then higher, seeing the hole in the ceiling, the light of the moon directly overhead.

"What is this place?" She asked, looking at him again. He seemed pleased that she wasn't accusing him of anything.

"Safe." He said shortly. She looked closer at him and saw something flash across his face. Hope, maybe? Sadness? She didn't know, and she didn't know this guy enough to be sure.

"I need to get back, to my friends." She said, moving to get up again. His hand found her shoulder and Octavia's found her knife, quickly pressing it to his forearm. "Let me go." He shook his head, but moved his arm anyway.

"Not safe." He said, taking a step back. "Hod op gon sonop, beja." Octavia groaned and stood shakily, taking a step towards him and poking him viciously in the chest.

"I don't understand what you're saying, and I need to go. My brother is going to be extremely worried when I don't get back." She was taking a chance, hoping that this… that this grounder cared. He wouldn't have helped her if he didn't, right?

He seemed frustrated with her, or with himself. She wasn't sure. But when he spoke next, he spoke in English. In an actual sentence.

"Then I will go with you." She lowered her hand and moved both to her waist.

"Why?" She asked, genuinely curious. Why was he helping her? One of his people had speared Finn their first day on the ground and now he wanted to help? He looked pained as he kept speaking in her tongue.

"There are… those who would harm your people. If I tell you more, you must swear that you will not tell your people." His eyes begged in words he wouldn't speak. Please. Octavia figured that she wouldn't hear anything else from him if she didn't, so she nodded and moved her arms to cross her chest. The man almost physically sagged in relief.

"Our leader is intrigued by your people. Many have listened to the orders that were given, but there are those who go against the leader's wishes. These people would harm yours because they do not agree, they think you are a threat like the Maunon, and must be extinguished." Octavia's brow furrowed.

"The mountain?" She repeated. That's what it had sounded like he said, but also not.

"No. Maunon. The people who live inside of the mountain." Octavia's arms dropped to her sides and her eyes widened. She had heard Jaha's speech on their way to the ground, knew that they had been told to go to Mount Weather. But there were people actually living inside of the mountain? People had survived – other than the grounders, that is.

"You're telling me that there are people in Mount Weather?" She asked.

The man nodded. "There are. They are the ones who bring the Acid Fog." If it was possible, Octavia's eyes widened even further. This changed so much.

"Wait, when we got here, one of our people was speared from across a river. From what you're telling me, whoever did that was going against orders?" The man nodded. "So there are people in Mount Weather who are trying to kill us, and then you grounders –"

"Trigedakru." The man interrupted. Octavia eyed him critically. Why was he telling her so much?

"Fine. You Trigedakru aren't meant to be interfering with us at all?" He nodded again. "Then why are you helping me?" She watched as his body tensed, but only for a second.

"We are… not meant to be harming your people, and in truth I should not be here. But you were hurt, and no one was around. One of the natrona might have killed you and then your people would be even angrier with mine." Octavia gave him a look and he rephrased. "Traitor. One of the traitors."

"What did you say earlier, in your language?" She asked. She still didn't know why he was telling her so much, but she would get everything and anything she could out of him.

"I asked you to stay until morning. I have been outside, there are natrona close. I believe they lie in wait for some of your people." Octavia tensed this time, wanting to bolt, to go running for her brother and warn him. But she knew that that wouldn't be smart, not with groun… not with Trigedakru around.

"And before that?" She asked. "When I said you fixed my leg, what did you say?" The man laughed lightly and cocked his head.

"I said it isn't fixed, that I only helped." He cleared his throat readjusted his stance. "You have many questions." He said.

"You have many answers." She parroted, only slightly mocking. Octavia sighed and sat down in the dirt, completely sure that she wasn't in danger here. She looked back up at the man. "Is there anything you can do to help my brother? To help anyone he brought with him?" He seemed to consider it for a moment before sitting down across from her and nodding.

"I have an idea, but it will only work once they are already attacking." He stopped and tilted his head when he heard a slight grumble coming from Octavia. "You are hungry. Will you stay?"

Octavia sighed again, her cheeks slightly reddened, and nodded, knowing she really shouldn't be out in the forest alone. Not that she couldn't handle herself, but the grounders outnumbered her.

The man stood and made his way towards the exit, stopping when he was almost out of sight.

"You can come with me, when I begin what I have planned. And then you may go home." He left, and Octavia didn't know why, but she felt a sort of loss in her stomach. Very soon she was nodding off, unable to keep herself awake. She fell asleep with the stars shining overhead, feeling completely safe for the first time since being on the ground.

ooOoOoo

"There's someone here." Clarke whispered to Bellamy and Finn, the latter of whom had joined them as they were leaving the dropship. John and Diggs, two of Bellamy's hunters, had also joined their group.

Along with the boys, Roma and Monroe had come with them as well, having stayed behind with the group either once they had seen Clarke – the latter – or because she wanted to join Bellamy – the former.

Finn had insisted on tagging along because of his tracking skills and Clarke had to admit that they would come in handy. This time, she really had no idea where they were going, but she knew that trouble waited for them.

And it all started with a funny feeling in Clarke's gut.

Her eyes scanned the trees as they followed Octavia's trail. Judging by the things they'd seen so far, Clarke wasn't worried about the brunette because she knew the story of how Lincoln had found her. She was worried though, about how that would happen in this time as Octavia was more… Well, more like the Octavia that Clarke had known before her travelling to the past.

She was worried, however, at the near silence of the forest. Birds cawed, but only shortly. Other than that, there was nothing.

Finn headed the group, followed by her and Bellamy with the others behind them, looking out.

"I've got nothing," Finn said, stopping in his place. "The trail's gone."

"We keep looking." Bellamy said, and Clarke nodded, eyes still scouting the area.

"Everybody stay close." She said, loud enough for everyone to hear, but trying not to alert anyone around to their presence. The boys ignored her and kept talking.

"We should backtrack," Finn said, "pick up the trail where we lost it." Bellamy shook his head.

"I'm not going back." Clarke's breathing was slow, trying to listen for anything wrong, any wrong noises. Everything was going fine.

Until Roma called out.

"Where's John?" Clarke's stomach sank and she turned, seeing that John was indeed gone. Her breath caught and she cursed herself for not looking out more, she hadn't been scanning as much behind them.

"I just saw him a second ago." Jasper said.

"Spread out." Bellamy suggested but Clarke shook her head and repeated herself.

"Everybody stay close together, we don't know who could be out here." Her eyes pleaded with Bellamy who looked away, frustrated. He shook his own head, putting his hands on his hips before turning back to her.

"She's right. Stay close-" That's when the penny dropped. Or, more accurately, the body. Clarke looked up into the tree where he'd fallen from but whoever had left him there had already gone.

"We shouldn't have crossed the boundary," she heard Diggs say. Roma didn't help when she added, "now can we go back?"

It was Jasper who saw someone first. He pointed the person out to the rest of the group and Diggs did the same in the other direction.

"Shit." Clarke said, mostly to herself. She didn't want to resort to shooting, but they may not have any other choice. But she was thankful that the others didn't seem to realize, or remember in their fear, that they had firearms. She repeated herself for the third time.

"We need to stick together, don't let them draw us apart." But it was too late.

Everyone scattered, Roma and Diggs running one way, Finn and Monroe in another, leaving Clarke and Bellamy running closely together. Clarke nodded to where Finn and Monroe were headed and he nodded back, telling her he understood, and veered that way.

"What are we gonna do?" Monroe asked when they got close. "They keep cutting us off!"

"Just keep running!" Finn said, though Clarke could see he was slowing down. She growled under her breath, knowing he shouldn't have come along. It was too soon.

"Diggs!" They heard Roma call out. They only stopped for a second before heading in that direction. "Diggs!" She called again. The next thing they heard was screaming and Clarke's heart sunk again in her chest, knowing another person had been killed.

They were close enough that they saw her run off and Clarke took a deep breath before pushing herself faster, calling out for the girl to wait.

She didn't listen and Clarke skidded to a halt at seeing what had become of Diggs. Impaled through the chest in a trap.

"They're leading us here." Monroe said. "It's the only direction we could run in…" Clarke looked around and realized that the girl was right.

"Where'd they go?" Finn said, looking around cautiously.

"After Roma." They all took off again, heading in the direction Roma had gone.

They kept running, going as fast as they could to try and catch up to the girl, only stopping when they heard it. Clarke recognized the sound almost immediately. The Trigedakru's foghorn. Someone had blown it.

"Acid Fog." Monroe said. Clarke quickly shrugged off her pack and began pulling out her tent, her fears being quelled slightly at seeing Bellamy do the same beside her. However, Bellamy quickly realized that Roma was still out there.

"I have to find her, she doesn't have a pack on her." Clarke nodded. Her tent would be big enough for three.

"Go." And that was that. Bellamy was gone, and Clarke could only hope he found her in time.

Once they had the tent set up and had been sitting in it for at least ten minutes of bated breath and silence, Clarke realized that someone wanted to keep the grounders from getting to them, and then she remembered that Lincoln was here. He must have done the same thing in the previous time.

Clarke stuck her head out of the tent and waved to the others the all clear. Finn and Monroe followed her out of the tent and started talking as Clarke packed it up.

"Was it a false alarm?" She heard Finn ask.

There was a pause and then, "they're coming back." Clarke looked up and saw a brief glimpse of a figure in the distance. Her brows furrowed in confusion. Just one of them wouldn't come back alone.

"I think he's alone." Finn said. Clarke finished packing the tent into her pack and then turned around, standing up.

"We can't worry about a lone grounder." She said. Monroe and Finn looked at her like she was crazy. "For all we know, they could be leading us into another trap. But for now, until there's a proper threat, we need to find Bellamy and Roma." The two shared a look before nodding to Clarke. Finn looked like he didn't want to get into another conflict, and Monroe knew when to follow orders.

Neither of the wanted to go off alone.

"Good. Let's go." She said before heading off in the direction Bellamy had headed.

They found Bellamy's tent quickly enough and they heard only slight rustling as they got closer.

"Whoever you are, we have guns, and we aren't afraid to use them."

"We were too afraid to remember to use them earlier, though." Clarke said. The tent opened and Bellamy came out, looking around, Roma following close behind.

"There wasn't any Acid Fog." He said. "But the horn…" Clarke nodded.

"Someone blew it to keep them away from us. I don't know who, but whoever it was, I'm grateful to them." Bellamy was about to respond when someone else called out for him. It sounded like-

Well then, what's up with Lincoln? Have Clarke's actions really stretched that far or is there more to it? I guess you'll find out soon enough... On Saturday! And what's going to happen now on the Ark? It isn't that much earlier than before that they were contacted...

Who knows?

Questions, comments, and concerns are always appreciated in reviews! They keep me writing (not that my muse is anything less than a dirty drill sergeant, but that's besides the point).

Have a great week you guys!

-Bad Wolf