After Monty's attempt at contacting the Ark had fried all of our wristbands, I found myself sat by the fire, staring into it blankly.

The first person I thought about was my mother. If she didn't know before the dropship descended, she had to have found out soon after. She was probably second in charge, keeping an eye on our vitals. Did she think I was dead? Or, was she still holding onto hope? My mind then drifted to my father, whom I was sure would have accepted that I was gone for good. Finally, I thought of my grandmother, who probably still had no idea what was going on. It wasn't like she visited me often, usually too busy tending to the Last Tree.

As I thought of my family, slowly beginning to accept that I'd never see them again, Fox's voice grabbed my attention.

"Guys, look!"

I turned my head, following her finger pointed up at the Sky.

"A shooting star?" Another delinquent asked.

Suddenly, the "star" began to light up, a ring of fire surrounding it. "That's not a shooting star." I mumbled, standing up. "It's a pod."

Octavia quickly came to my side. "Do you think it's from the Ark?"

"Bellamy, get out here!" Fox called out.

Bellamy soon emerged from his tent, shirtless with Roma and Bree following behind him. "What's going on?"

"They're coming to help us," Jones smiled. "Now we can finally kick some grounder ass!"

"Please tell me they brought down shampoo," Roma quipped.

I rolled my eyes, moving closer to Bellamy with Octavia following close behind. "What's the plan?"

Bellamy looked around before letting out a sigh. He led a few of us towards our main tent. It wasn't long before the few of us had put together a plan.

"If it cleared the ridge it's probably near the lake,"

"We're ready to go," Octavia said.

"No one's going anywhere. Not while it's dark, it isn't safe." Bellamy replied. "We'll head out at first light."

Mumbles ensued as most of the group piled out of the tent. I watched as Octavia stepped in front of Bellamy, stopping him from leaving. "What if the Grounders get to it first? Bell, we should go now."

"Octavia's right," I said. "We can't afford to lose any supplies they might've sent down here in that pod."

Bellamy's face tensed. "I said we wait until sunrise."

As he pushed past Octavia and exited the tent, the two of us exchanged a worried glance. "He's hiding something." I finally said.

Octavia nodded. "He's definitely hiding something."

...

I spent the majority of the rest of the night waiting for Clarke and Finn to return, them having left camp not long after the wristbands had fried. Finally I noticed them heading through the newly built gate, looking around frantically.

Standing from the log I was sat on, I made my way across camp, reaching them just as Fox had.

"Looks like everyone's up," Finn remarked.

"Did you guys see it?" Fox asked. "It had to have been from the Ark, right?"

Clarke nodded. "Grab your stuff. We're gonna go find out."

I shook my head. "Bellamy said we have to wait until sunrise."

"Where is he?" Clarke asked, as I pointed to his tent.

Clarke made her way towards Bellamy's tent, Finn and I following close behind. She pushed the flaps of the tent to the side, being the first of the three of us to step inside.

"Ever hear of knocking, Bitch?" I heard Roma speak from inside the tent. When she noticed Finn and I enter behind Clarke, her face tensed even further. "Oh, great, it's a free show. Anyone else want to take a look?" She was sitting in the cot with Bree, both of them attempting to cover themselves with a makeshift blanket. Bree was quiet, slowly sinking further under the blanket.

"Where the hell is Bellamy?" Clarke asked.

"He took off a while ago."

Finn looked around the tent. "His gear is gone."

Clarke shook her head. "He told everyone to stay here. Whatever is in that pod, he wants it. We've got to get there before he does."

Clarke and Finn quickly exited the tent, causing Roma to roll her eyes. "You're welcome!"

I smiled nervously, slowly backing out of the tent. "Sorry about that."

After exiting the tent, I jogged to catch up with Clarke and Finn, who were almost at the gate already.

"I should've known he'd go for that radio," Clarke mumbled.

Finn raised an eyebrow. "How were you supposed to know something like that?"

"He's spent every single minute since we landed making sure no one on the Ark finds out that we're alive," Clarke responded. "Of course he'd make a run for that pod before anyone else got a chance."

"You can't always predict what people are going to do," I spoke up.

Clarke shook her head. "That's exactly what I have to do to keep us all safe. I screwed up, let myself get distracted." He glanced at Finn for a moment, before looking ahead once more. "I won't let that happen again."

...

We had been searching for hours, with no luck, before the sun finally came up. Clarke and I separated from Finn, hoping to have better luck in locating the pod in groups. As Clarke and I stepped into a clearing, we saw the pod sitting next to a tree. Clarke wasted no time, rushing over to it and yanking the door open.

I found myself behind her, staring into the pod over her shoulder. Inside was a girl, not much older than us, her hand placed on top of the wound on her forehead.

"Oh, my god." Clarke breathed.

The girl looked at us, her eyes wide. "I made it?"

Clarke and I nodded in unison.

The girl struggled to pull herself free from the pod, Clarke and I helping her regain her balance. Finally, she stepped away from the pod, slowly walking through the leaves on the ground. A smile appeared on her face as she began spinning around.

"I dreamed it would smell like this," The girl said, noticing the drops of water falling upon her bare arm. "Is this rain?"

Clarke smiled. "Welcome home."

"Raven?"

Clarke and I spun around, spotting Finn who had just stepped through the bushes. His eyes were wide, his face as pale as a ghost.

"Finn!" Raven called out, rushing over to him. The two kissed for a moment before Raven pulled back. "I knew you couldn't be dead."

"You're bleeding," Finn spoke, running his thumb along the cut.

Raven winced, though maintained her smile. "Right now, I don't care."

"How did you get here?"

"You know the big scrap hold? On K deck?"

Finn nodded, eying the pod behind Clarke and I. "You built that from scrap?"

"I kind of rebuilt it," Raven spoke, earning a laugh from Finn. "What, like it's hard? It just needed a couple of parts and some love."

"You're insane."

"I'd do more for you, and worse. Just like you would for me." As the words left Raven's lips, her legs gave out, Finn quickly grabbing her arms.

"Come sit," Finn spoke, leading her to a rock. He removed his jacket and draped it around her, before eying her cut one last time. "Let me get you something for that."

Finn rushed over to Clarke, who quietly handed him an ice pack. He frowned, noticing her eyes were scanning every inch of the forest, except for where he stood. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

Clarke looked at him, her eyes shifting to me for just a moment before landing back on the ground. "Let's not talk about this."

Finn looked over at me before nodding, rushing back over to Raven.

I watched Clarke's expression change over and over again. "Are you okay?" I finally asked.

Clarke didn't speak, simply nodding before heading over to Finn and Raven. "She needs to put pressure on her wound."

"This is Clarke," Finn spoke. "And this is Athena."

Raven's eyes lit up. "Clarke Griffin?"

Clarke nodded.

"This was all because of your mom."

"My mom?"

Raven nodded. "This was all her plan. We were trying to come down here together. If we waited-" She trailed off, her face growing pale. "Oh, my God. We couldn't wait because the council was voting whether to kill three hundred people to save air."

"When?" I asked.

"Today. We have to tell them you guys are alive!" Raven stood from the rock, rushing over to her pod. "The radio's gone. It must've gotten loose during reentry. I should've strapped it to the A-strut. Stupid!" Raven hit the pod with her fist.

"No it didn't," I mumbled.

"This is all my fault," Clarke shook her head. "Some else got here before us. We have to find him."

...

While Finn and Raven went off on their own, Clarke and I remained together, searching the woods for Bellamy. He finally appeared a little ways ahead of us, just casually walking along. Clarke and I exchanged glances before running up to him.

"Bellamy!" Clarke snarled. "Where is it?"

"Hey, Princess, you taking a walk in the woods?" He asked, smiling.

Clarke stopped in front of him, her face red. "They're getting ready to kill three hundred people up there to save oxygen, and I can promise you it won't be council members. It'll be working people." She poked his chest. "Your people."

Suddenly, Finn came out of nowhere, shoving Bellamy hard. "Where the hell is the radio, Bellamy?"

Bellamy shoved Finn back. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Bellamy Blake?" Raven asked, her soft expression turning to a smirk. "They're looking for you everywhere."

"Shut up."

"What is she talking about?" I asked.

"He shot Chancellor Jaha."

Our eyes all shot to Bellamy, who kept his eyes planted on the ground. "That's why you took the wristbands. You needed everyone to think the ground wasn't survivable." Clarke choked out.

Finn shook his head. "All of that 'whatever the hell we want'? You just care about saving your own skin."

Bellamy didn't respond, instead turning and beginning to walk away. Raven shook her head, following close behind him. "Hey, Shooter! Where's my radio?" She jumped in front of him, causing Bellamy to stop.

"Get out of my way."

"Where is it?" Raven pressed once again.

Bellamy shook his head. "I should've killed you when I had the chance."

"Really? Well, I'm right here." Raven stepped closer before Bellamy grabbed her suit, shoving her up against a tree. In a matter of seconds Raven had pulled out a knife, pointing it at Bellamy's throat. "Where's my radio?"

"Stop it!" Clarke yelled, getting between them.

Bellamy let go of Raven, turning away from the group. When he finally turned back around, his expression had softened. "Jaha deserved to die. You all know that."

"Yeah, he isn't my favourite person either, but he isn't dead."

We all looked back at Raven.

"What?" Bellamy choked out.

Raven sighed. "You're a lousy shot."

I turned to look back at Bellamy, quickly approaching him. "Bellamy, don't you see what this means?" I asked, my voice quiet. "You're not a murderer."

Clarke stood next to me. "You always did what you had to do to protect your sister. That's who you are, and you can do it again by protecting three hundred of your people."

Bellamy looked back at me, his eyes wet. I locked my eyes onto his, a frown forming across my face. "Where's the radio?"

Bellamy stared back before finally, he shook his head. "It's too late."

...

After Bellamy had finally told us where he tossed the radio, Clarke and I returned to camp to gather a search party. The sun was slowly disappearing behind the hills in the distance before finally Jones pulled something out of the lake.

"Guys, I found it!"

Everyone rushed over, Raven quickly grabbing it from his hands.

"Can you fix it?" Clarke asked.

Raven examined it for a moment. "Maybe, but it'll take at least half the day to dry out the components to see what's broken."

"Like I said, it's too late." Bellamy spoke from behind us.

I could feel my fists ball up and I spun around, marching through the shallow water to meet Bellamy on dry land. "Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?" I asked, my jaw clenched.

"You asked me to help. I helped."

"Three hundred people are going to die today, because of you!" Clarke snapped from behind me.

I shook my head. "How can you just not care?"

Bellamy avoided my eyes, staring directly down at his feet. I knew he wanted to speak. To defend himself. Maybe he had finally realized he just couldn't.

"Wait," Raven spoke up. "We don't have to talk to the Ark. We just have to let them know we're down here, right?"

Finn nodded. "Yeah, but how do we do that with no radio?"

Raven smiled, looking around. "I think I have an idea."

...

Raven took Clarke, Finn and a few others back to her pod in hopes of savaging parts. Her plan was to send flares high enough using rocket fuel that the Ark would see them. By dark we had managed to set them up, everyone gathering around, anxiously waiting for the show to start.

"You guys ready?" Raven asked, cheers erupting through the crowd. "Alright then, light 'em up!"

In just a few moments, flares began shooting off into the sky, lighting up the entire camp. Everyone just stared on, in awe of the sight. I thought back on the books I'd read on the Ark as a kid, picturing the images of Fireworks. This wasn't quite like them, but they were probably the closest we'd ever get.

My eyes left the sky for a moment, landing on Bellamy, who stood off to the side. His arms were folded across his chest, a frown painted neatly across his face. As much as I wanted to ignore him, I couldn't help but join him.

"Not enjoying the show?" I asked, slipping beside him. "I mean, why would you? They come down here, you're kinda screwed."

Bellamy's face tensed.

I thought back to our time in the Cave. What he'd said to me that night. "What's done is done, Bellamy. You can't change it now, so learn from it, do better next time."

Bellamy looked at me from the corner of his eye, his expression turning into a small smirk as he looked down at the ground, them back up at me. "Seriously?"

"What?" I asked, smiling. "You were right then and I'm right now. You did what you had to do to protect your sister, but if you want any chance of being forgiven when they get down here, you need to do better. You need to show them that you're worthy of forgiveness, just like the rest of us."

Bellamy shook his head. "It's not that simple, Athena."

I let out a sigh, turning my attention back to the sky. "Who says it can't be?"