The Hopeful/The Hopeless
When Octavia regains consciousness she knows immediately that she is being watched. Looking around in an attempt to find out where she was and what the hell had happened she meets the eyes of the person standing in the shadows of the trees she came to a stop in front of. Before she can move or scream for help he is on top of her, with a hand over her mouth. Struggling against him she finds that between her leg injury and the recent blow to her head, her limbs don’t seem to want to cooperate with her. Before she knows it her head is spinning again and then she is being lifted into the stranger’s arms and carried away. The last thing she sees before her eyes close are those belonging to the person in whose arms she rests, looking down on her with what confusingly appears to be concern.
When she comes to again she is in another different place, this time a cave, semi-lit by candles. Looking around she sees a fire and a bed, but no other person there with her. Struggling to sit up she is startled by a gentle hand on her shoulder. He comes around to face her and with a rag begins to clean the blood from her face. Wary and a bit more than at a loss about what’s happening, she raises her head to meet his gaze and asks, “Who are you? How did you find me? Why did you bring me here?” She is met with stony silence. “Great. Of course you don’t speak English. Why would anything in my life ever be simple? Or I don’t know-make sense.” She allows him to finish cleaning the laceration on her forehead and then leans away from him, feeling that she has shown enough weakness to a person she doesn’t know. Deciding that when he leaves she will make her escape she bides her time by looking around the room again. It seems to be some sort of living quarters. Aside from the bed there is a small table against the wall, stacked with a few books and she gulps as she realizes, more than a couple of weapons. “Now I really need this guy to leave. God Octavia, how do you always end up in these situations?” she berates herself internally.
The rescue group returns to the camp to the cheers of the others once they see the mission was successful. Clarke orders Finn and Murphy to bring Jasper up into the dropship so she can look over his injuries and assess what kind of shape he is in. As they begin walking away Bellamy storms out of the dropship, fury in his eyes as he yells, “OCTAVIA?! O, where the hell are you?” Turning to and fro searching the camp, Clarke’s eyes have yet to find the younger Blake. After another five minutes of screaming for his sister and searching through the camp it becomes apparent that she isn’t there. Knowing she is injured Bellamy is instantly struck with fear for his little sister. “I’m going to look for her,” he says. Knowing better than to argue Clarke nods and suggests he take a group of them to help him. “I would join you myself but someone has to look after Jasper.” “You stay Princess. I’ll find her. My sister, my responsibility.”
Octavia comes to the realization quickly that this person has no plans of leaving her here alone. Either due to lack of trust or out of concern for her injuries she honestly doesn’t care. She needs to find a way out of here and back to camp. While he is tending the fire she grabs a nearby rock and hits him in the head. As he is stunned she gets to her feet and makes her way out of the cave. Running through the forest she comes across three of the other delinquents. “What are you three doing out here?” “Looking for you. Bellamy got back to camp after rescuing Jasper and found out you were missing and damn near lost his mind. We’ve been out here for a while searching for you,” is her answer. “Well where is my brother then?” O asks. Before she can receive a reply from the other girl she is laying on the ground, dead. Looking around her she sees that they are surrounded by people who look suspiciously like the person who rescued her earlier. She soon realizes that these people bear little resemblance to the man that helped her; their eyes are filled with violence and blood thirst, not concern. She and the two other delinquents take off running through the trees, attempting to escape the warriors intent on killing them. She makes it past three trees before she is yanked to the side and a hand is wrapped over her mouth. “Again? Really?” she thinks. Turning her head to see who her captor is she meets those worried eyes that have haunted her since she left the cave. Realizing that her savior is once again, well, saving her, she remains quiet as she watches the other two delinquents meet untimely ends at the hands of the others that had surrounded them. Turning to the stranger she begins, “I don’t know who you are and I don’t know why you have saved me twice now, but thank you.” Before she can say anymore Bellamy is behind her rescuer and is knocking him unconscious. “Bell! No. You don’t understand,” she tries. But the deed has been done. Bellamy stands over his body and declares that they will take him back to camp with them to get information out of him. He turns his eyes to his sister and tells her that they will talk about her walkabout later, because they have to get back and help Clarke care for Jasper.
“Finn, I need water and clean rags. I have to clear the blood off so I can look at the wounds on Jasper’s body,” Clarke says. Looking around the dropship Finn finds what Clarke needs and brings the items to her, crouching down and looking over Jasper’s body. “There are more wounds than the one from the spear, did they torture him and then tie him to that tree?” he asks. “I don’t know. It doesn’t make any sense. There is some kind of poultice over the wound from the spear, like they gave him medical attention before cutting him elsewhere. I don’t understand any of this,” Clarke explains. She brings a finger to the wound on Jasper’s chest and swipes a finger through the film covering it. Spreading it between two fingers she is interrupted by Wells saying that it looks like the seaweed he saw in the river where Octavia was attacked. Wondering why they would care for this wound while inflicting others, Clarke’s attention is drawn down to one mark on Jasper’s ribs. It’s deeper than the others and is bleeding more steadily but it is the tint of black in his blood that concerns her the most. “What the hell is this?”
Before her question can be answered there is a commotion out in the camp that carries into the dropship when Bellamy and Miller come in dragging someone with them. “Bellamy. What’s going on? Did you find Octavia?” Clarke asks. “Octavia is right here, trying to explain that the person Bell is dragging around saved her life,” Octavia answers. Confused Clarke turns to her, “What do you mean?” “I was out exploring because I’m tired of being kept a prisoner and I fell. He found me and took me somewhere. Cleaned me up and took care of me. Then saved my life again when I escaped the cave and ran into a bunch of other people like him who were trying to kill me and the people out looking for me. Bellamy knocked him unconscious and decided to bring him here to get him to talk. But he won’t listen to me when I tell him that the guy doesn’t speak English,” Octavia explains. Bellamy and Miller ignore the girls as they talk and bring their prisoner up to the other level of the dropship, chaining him up while Bellamy decides what they’re going to do with him. “Well, we need to try to get him to talk because I think Jasper might have been poisoned and I don’t know how I’m supposed to treat something when I don’t know what it is,” Clarke says. Octavia’s eyes are blown wide in fear for Jasper until she shakes herself and goes up to where her brother is. “Bellamy, let me try to talk to him. Please,” she pleads. “You get one chance O, and then we do it my way.”
She approaches her savior wearing a gentle smile and meets eyes full of anger. “Hey. I know that this isn’t where you expected to be, or how, but we need your help. You helped me, so I’m hoping that you’ll help my friends. Your people attacked him, put a spear through his chest, and then kidnapped him. My friend Clarke thinks he’s been poisoned, but we don’t know how to treat that. Can you help me? Please?” Octavia asks the prisoner. He looks at her, eyes softening when he sees that she’s begun bleeding again, but shakes his head in the negative. Before O can ask again Bellamy drags her away and Miller starts whipping him with a seatbelt from the dropship. “Stop it! Bell! He didn’t do anything! He saved my life! Please stop it!” Bellamy ignores her for a short while, then stops Miller with a simple call of his name. “Last chance grounder. Answer my sister’s question,” Bellamy warns. “Please, tell me how to help my friend so I can help you. We’ll free you if you just tell us how to treat the poison.” He jerks his head in the direction of the belongings that were stripped from him when they chained him up. Octavia bends down and goes through the collection, passing a book to a case that she opens and finds to be full of vials. “Which one is it grounder?” Bellamy growls as he steps closer. The prisoner reacts with a head-butt that results in blood streaming over Bellamy’s mouth and chin, before a flurry of fists meet his ribs. “Stop it! Jasper can die, just stop it!” Octavia yells. They ignore her, and she decides it will take something far more drastic than yelling to get their attention. Her eyes are drawn to a dagger that rests with the rest of the belongings; she picks it up and places it against her forearm, bringing both men to stillness and silence. Bellamy is opening his mouth to ask her what she’s doing while the prisoner is shaking his head no with a look of fear in his eyes. “Guess that means this is laced with poison too. Good. Now you’ll answer my question,” Octavia says as she draws the blade across her forearm, leaving a thin strip of blood in its wake. “Which one is it? Or are you going to let me die too?”
“I did not imagine that this trip was going to be so damn bumpy. I’m going to have bruises on top of bruises when I land. If I survive,” Raven thinks. Thankfully the ancient suit she’s wearing seems to be holding up and she hasn’t suffocated. Yet. Reaching forward to prepare to engage the reverse thrusters, her attention is drawn to the metal raven hanging from the pod display. “I’m coming Finn. I’m coming.” Breaking into the Earth’s atmosphere Raven throws the switch for the thrusters just as the escape pod is surrounded in flames. “At least if I go down I’m going down in a blaze of glory,” she says out loud. “Shit Reyes, you’re so punny.” The thrusters kick on and she begins to slow down, her gaze drawn to the beauty of the planet she’s about to land on. Blown away by all the colors, Raven’s fear is eclipsed by the excitement and wonder flowing through her system. She cannot believe that she’s about to set foot on Earth, something that wasn’t supposed to be possible for at least another hundred years. “Granted the circumstances could be better, but beggars can’t be choosers I guess.” It’s the manic beeping that draws her attention back to the display on the dashboard of the pod. Everything is lit up and flashing and screaming at her and try as she might she can’t regulate any of the systems. The pod begins to pick up speed once again and Raven accepts that her landing is going to be more of a crash than a graceful setting down. Bracing herself against the dash and preparing for a rough landing, it takes mere minutes before the pod makes contact with the ground and consciousness is lost when everything goes black around her.
“Is it this one?” Octavia asks holding up one of the vials. “Answer her!” Bellamy demands. “Or this one?” she says holding another. She gets to the third one, and the poison and the blood-loss are starting to make it more difficult for her to think. “Maybe this one?” she slurs. With an emphatic nod from the captive Octavia uncorks the vial and sips the antidote, confident that her trust in this man is not misplaced. She gives the vial to Bellamy and tells him to bring it to Clarke and tell her that it’s the antidote for the poison in Jasper’s system. Moving forward she meets the man’s eyes and promises him, “I will free you. I’ll make sure that they don’t hurt you anymore. And now that I know you can understand me, it’ll be easier. What’s your name?” He remains silent for a long minute, waiting to see if Miller is going to leave them alone now that he’s answered their questions. Deciding his fate has already been decided and he has nothing to do, he answers Octavia’s question. “My name is Lincoln.”
“Here Princess. This is the antidote for the poison,” Bellamy says as he hands Clarke the vial. “How do you know? Where did you even get this?” Clarke asks. “It’s a long story that involves my sister being reckless yet again, but it’s the truth. Give it to Jasper before it’s too late.” Clarke moves over to Jasper and tips his head back to pour the antidote into his mouth. Her only worry is that it isn’t enough to counteract the amount of poison already in his bloodstream. A concern well founded when an hour later she is called back into the dropship because Jasper is in the middle of a seizure. Turning him onto his side to ensure that he doesn’t choke on the foam and saliva building in his mouth and placing her jacket under his head, she yells for Finn. “We need more of the antidote, tell Octavia she needs to find out where it came from and how to make more.” Nodding Finn ascends the ladder to the second level of the ship and explains the situation to Octavia and Lincoln, who informs them that there is no more antidote, that was all he had, but they can try to use another way. He tells them of a river nearby that grows seaweed that his people use to treat infections and poisoned wounds. When Finn returns to Clarke with this information she remembers Wells mentioning the seaweed in the river they were in when Jasper was attacked. “Wells I need you to tell me exactly what this seaweed looks like so I can go get it. We’re going to have to make some kind of tea or broth to get it into Jasper’s system when I get back. Finn you stay here and watch over Jasper.” “Not a chance in hell Clarke. You aren’t going alone. Wells can look after Jasper, I’m going with you,” Finn responds. Too tired to argue she just nods in acceptance and prepares to leave.
They almost make it to the river. Almost. Of course nothing can go right for Clarke, not even when she’s trying to save someone’s life. The fog descended on them when they were mere feet from the riverbed, and Finn had to drag her bodily back into the woods to find shelter. Which is how they ended up crashing in some kind of bunker. How Finn knew where it was is beyond Clarke but being that it’s the only thing keeping her alive she can’t complain. “I found it the first day we landed, when everyone was scattered and exploring. I haven’t told anyone because I know there will be fighting. But now I’m glad I knew where it was. Otherwise we’d be dead, and so would Jasper,” Finn explains. He then pushes something towards Clarke on the table in front of them, hands moving to uncover a metal replica of the two headed deer they had come across on their way to Mount Weather. Failing to suppress her grin, Clarke takes the figurine into her hands, turning it over to inspect the effort put into it. “I guess you aren’t my last choice for person to be stuck with here waiting for the acid fog to lift, Finn.” “Hey now Griffin, that was almost a compliment. Better be careful or I might start to think you like me or something.” “The last thing I want is for you to think I like you Collins. I can barely stand your ego now,” Clarke replies. “And she’s back. Nice to see you again Clarke, I was a bit worried you were going to be nice to me from now on. It was weird.” “Shut up Finn, I can be nice.” With a laugh Finn nods in agreement. “Just not to me.” Hearing the shoddily disguised hurt in his voice, Clarke moves closer to him on the couch. “Listen, I’m sorry about how this all started. Like I told you I’m not good with people. And to be honest, you were a bit of an idiot on the dropship. But you aren’t responsible for those other kids, for their deaths. They decided to take off their seatbelts, you didn’t make them. It isn’t your fault Finn. I’m sorry I was such a bitch about it.” Brown eyes rise to meet Clarke’s and seeing the truth in blue depths, Finn accepts her apology. “It’s fine Clarke. I was being stupid, you’re right. I don’t think any of us were prepared for any of this. To have to handle this alone.” Clarke puts her hand on top of Finn’s, curling their fingers together. “Well maybe we don’t have to handle it alone,” Clarke begins. “Maybe we can handle it together,” she finishes against his lips.
She wakes up the next morning tangled in blankets on the floor in the makeshift bed Finn had put together the night before. Turning to her right she finds Finn already facing her with a smile on his face. “Don’t ruin it Collins. Just stay quiet,” she warns. He complies and reaches forward to draw her towards him and kisses her lightly on the lips. They break apart a few minutes later and Clarke is brought back to the reason they’re in the bunker in the first place. “Shit. Finn, get up. We have to get to the river and find that seaweed. The fog has to be cleared by now.” She starts getting dressed and turns to find Finn still lying in the sheets with a grin on his face. “Oh my god. We don’t have time for this. Get up and get dressed.” “I’m glad I got trapped here with you Clarke. I wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyone else.” Anger tempered by the unexpected sweetness Clarke offers him a soft smile and says, “Me too. Now let’s go. We’ve got a friend’s life to save.” They find the river and the seaweed in no time at all and while Finn is attempting to come up with a plan for how to obtain the plant, Clarke splashes right into the river and yanks it out of the ground. “We don’t have time for carefulness. We don’t have a lot of time at all. Jasper is dying,” she explains when Finn turns eyes widened in disbelief in her direction. “Come on. We need to get this back to camp.”
On their way back to the others they come across scorch marks in an open field. Finn suggests getting back to the camp and sending others to come investigate but of course Clarke is already following the trail and not listening. Rolling his eyes he jogs to catch up to her and breaking through a few trees he is stopped in his tracks by what he sees. “Is that what I think it is Clarke?” he asks. “If you think it’s an escape pod from the Ark then yes Finn, it’s exactly what you think it is.” She barely finishes her sentence before she’s off in the direction of the still smoking ship, walking around to the other side of it before yelling, “There’s someone inside!” Finn comes up to her side and together they manage to get the door open to find the last person he had ever expected to see again. “Raven?” he half whispers. The woman in the pod comes to slowly, shaking her head and turning to look at the people standing outside of the door. “Finn?!” She unbuckles herself and is in Finn’s arms in seconds, a passionate kiss immediately following the hug while Clarke can do nothing but stand there and stare. Breaking away from the kiss Finn looks back and forth between Raven and Clarke and is struck speechless. The silence is broken by Raven stepping forward and extending her hand, “Clarke Griffin. I’m Raven Reyes, zero-g mechanic, your mother’s super-secret rescue plan, and Finn’s girlfriend.”
The tea Clarke made when they got back to camp works, but works slowly. It is a day and a half before Jasper regains consciousness-a day and a half that she spent avoiding Finn Collins and his pitiful excuses and pleading eyes. “I should have known better. I really should have known better. This is why you don’t get close to people Griffin,” she berates internally. Shaking herself, she makes her way over to the table where Raven is working on figuring out a way to repair the radio that was damaged in her landing. “Any progress?” Clarke asks. “No. I don’t know if I can even fix this, not without the right tools and parts. This is hopeless,” is Raven’s response. “Keep trying Raven, if anyone can do this it’s you.” “You know, for the person who’s been sleeping with my boyfriend, you’re being awfully complimentary.” Closing her eyes at the pain that shoots through her at the remark, Clarke returns with “I told you Raven, I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. It wasn’t exactly something we talked about beforehand. It kind of just happened. And I’m sorry. Had I known you existed it never would have happened.” Looking towards the blonde she says, “The worst part of all this Blondie, is that I believe you. I can’t even really be mad at you. I’m beyond furious at Finn, but you? How could you have known?” Accepting the truth in the other girl’s words, Clarke refocuses on the radio. “If there’s no chance of repairing the radio, we have to think of another way to let the Ark know that you, and the rest of us, are alive. Some kind of signal.” “I don’t think smoke signals would work Griffin, they’re a bit too far away from us being in space and all.” Rolling her eyes at the mechanic, Clarke thinks of all the materials they have at their disposal, coming up with nothing. “God you would think they’d send us down here with some kind of backup plan. A flare or something we could set off in the case that the communications system went down. But all we have are bags made from seatbelts and cushions and a huge amount of useless rocket fuel.” At the last two words of the sentence Raven’s head snaps up, “Did you just say rocket fuel Griffin?” Nodding at the question while raising an eyebrow in question, Clarke prepares to answer verbally before she’s cut off. “Rocket fuel Griffin! God you’re so blind for someone so smart. We can use the rocket fuel to send up flares, with enough fuel they’ll reach high enough and burn bright enough to be seen by the Ark!” Cracking her first smile in what feels like years Clarke praises, “Raven Reyes, you genius, I think you just saved all of our lives.”
It takes a few hours for them to collect the fuel they’ll need for the six flares Raven rigged together. Once the last one is ready to be launched, Clarke meets Raven at the first set of flares. “Ready to send a message Griffin?” Raven asks. “I’ve been ready Reyes, let’s do this. Let’s save our people.” Together they light the first fuse and step back, watching as first theirs and then the other flares take off, blazing red through the night sky. Bursting with pride Raven turns her head to glance at Clarke, an unlikely ally and possible friend, but is met with brown instead of blue. She glares at Finn for a single second before marching into the dropship to get back to work on the radio. Finn attempts to make eye contact with Clarke; when he does, she just simply shakes her head and walks away. Clarke walks into the dropship and up to the bed that Jasper is laying on while he recovers. He’s asleep when she gets there so she just checks his vitals and makes sure that everything is as it should be. Once she’s done with that, she finds herself drawn into a corner of the room, knees to her chest, as she sends up a heartfelt prayer that the flares work and that help will be arriving because she doubts her ability to lead a group of teenagers on an unknown planet crawling with people who want them dead.
“I want them dead. All of them. Jus drein jus daun,”she orders. “Heda, are you sure this is wise? We know nothing about these people, of where they came from or what they want,” Gustus says. “Ai laik Heda, Gustus,” she begins. “You dare question me?” “No Commander, I just wish for you to think through all possibilities in the scenario.” “Gustus is right,” comes from the commander’s left. “You don’t know anything about them. About what kind of weapons they may have or what their goals are. You’ve never been one to seek blood over knowledge first. You were taught better than that. I know you were because I’m the one that taught you first. You do remember being my seken don’t you striksis?” “Shof op Onya,” Lexa growls. “I’ve told you not to call me that. While we do not know anything about them the fact remains that they burned one of my villages to the ground, killed dozens of my people. The coalition and Titus will not stand for that going unavenged.” Anya rolls her eyes, “Lexa, Titus is not the leader of the coalition. You are. You’re the only one that can decide what is to be done in this situation, and you need to use your head.” Getting to her feet Lexa charges towards Anya, “You’re right Anya, Titus is not the leader. Neither are you. Neither is Gustus. I am. Yet you both stand here and dare to question my decisions. Are you both sure that is wise?” “Beja Leksa, em pleni. Oso laik seingeda. Ai chich yu au kom disha we otaim,” Anya responds.
With a deep breath, Lexa calms and meets the eyes of the two people she trusts above any others. “What are the two of you suggesting then? While I do not relish the idea of massacring an entire population of people, I will do so if it’s necessary. You know this.” Gustus is the first to respond, “Sha Lexa, we know. Perhaps send a small party of warriors along with an envoy to deliver a message to their leader from you. Ask to schedule a meeting, attempt talks at peace before you bring them war.” Anya steps forward and says, “I’ll go. Let me try to talk to them. From what little we do know-they are all young, practically yongon. Perhaps this does not need to end in bloodshed Lexa.” Pacing the room with her hands clasped behind her back, Lexa considers the benefits of their suggestion. “You would have me send one of my most trusted generals along with a handful of warriors into a camp I know nothing about, filled with scared teenagers who have already proven themselves capable of at least capturing one of us?” Grinning because she knows they have already won Lexa over, Anya answers her. “Do you doubt this trusted general’s ability to handle herself Heda?” “No Anya, but I do not trust what I do not know. You will take five of your best warriors with you. You will remain vigilant at all times, you will be the warrior that you trained me to be, am I understood? I will not tolerate mistakes or missteps.” “Nau get daun Leksa. Yu dula yu job op en ai na dula ain job op.” With a single nod Lexa dismisses Anya and Gustus to prepare for the former’s trip to the enemy camp. Sitting once more on her throne, Lexa finds herself hoping that her faith in Anya and Anya’s faith in herself remains as well founded as it always has been.
It takes half a day for Anya and her warriors to reach the area near the camp. They remained on the other side of the bridge, waiting for news from the scout they sent ahead to monitor the others. “Scared children are wont to do dangerous things without thinking them through,” Anya thinks to herself. She doesn’t support the idea of another war, but she will support Lexa and whatever decision she comes to make. Her loyalty is unwavering in her former seken and her leadership over their people. “With any luck I can talk to the leader of these people and reach an understanding before any more blood must be shed,” she hopes. These hopes are dashed over a span of fifteen minutes. Apparently she was not the only one with scouts in the woods, because the others are prepared for her arrival, an arrival that they should not have even known about. There are three of them across the bridge, two males and a female who appears to be in charge from the way she is speaking to the other two. Anya steps forward and begins, “We are not here to fight. We are not here to harm you. We’ve come to speak with your leader. Allow us to cross the bridge so we can have peace between us.” The blonde begins to step forward but is held back by the taller boy with the dark hair. “Clarke it could be a trap,” Bellamy warns. “We won’t survive going to war with them Bellamy. We have to hope that they’re honest in their want for peace.” She wrenches her arm from his grip and keeps moving forward with her hands held out in front of her, “My name is Clarke. We don’t want to fight either. Drop your weapons and you can cross the bridge.” Anya turns to look at her warriors and just as she nods for them to lower their weapons, the bushes to her right rustle and break open to reveal another person armed with a fayagon. “What is the meaning of this?” she yells.
Clarke seems as surprised by this person’s arrival as Anya is, “What the hell are you doing Miller?” “I’m making sure no more of us die at the hands of the grounders Princess, which is what you should be doing.” He crosses in front of the group of warriors, holding his aim on Anya as he backs up. “Miller, you idiot. We’re talking about wanting peace not war, you are not helping.” Shaking his head Miller argues, “These savages don’t know what peace is. They can’t be trusted.” He turns and grabs Clarke, dragging her from the center of the bridge when he yells, “Now Jasper!” A single shot is heard and before Clarke can turn around she feels the heat of fire against her back as she is sent flying through the air from the force of the explosion. Slowly getting to her feet she whirls in the direction of where the bridge used to be only to find that the whole middle portion of it is rubble beneath its former location. Moving her gaze across the expanse of the canyon between them she focuses on the figures moving around in the smoke remaining from the blast. She hears the order for a retreat and just like that her hopes for peace on the ground are gone.
Whirling on Miller she shoves him in the chest while yelling, “What the hell is your problem Miller?! You just signed all of our death warrants! We could have come to an understanding and none of us would have had to die but no, you had to come in playing a vigilante! What is wrong with you?” “They would have killed us all eventually Princess. Stop kidding yourself. We could have never had peace with those savages,” Bellamy defends Miller. “You knew about this didn’t you? Hell, it was probably your idea. God, you’re both idiots. We could have learned to live on the ground together, but now? Now we have to go back to camp and figure out how to spend our last hours here because when they come back it will be with a lot more people and a lot more weapons. I hope you’re proud of yourselves.” As Clarke storms away Finn turns to Bellamy and shaking his head says, “You really messed up Bellamy. Now we’re all screwed.”
Finn finds Clarke walking through the woods and when he catches up to her he reaches out to grab her arm to stop her. “Clarke, stop. We need to talk.” Shoving him away from her she says, “I have nothing to say to you Finn. Not a damn word.” “I’m sorry Clarke. I didn’t think I would ever see Raven again, I thought, I don’t know what I thought. But I never meant to hurt you.” “Yeah but you did Finn. You hurt me. You hurt Raven. And for what? A quick hook-up? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you. Thank you for proving me right.” Moving to walk away from him Clarke is stopped by what he says next, “I love you. It wasn’t a quick hook-up, it wasn’t meaningless. I love you. Please. Talk to me Clarke. We can work this out.” Shaking her head she responds, “There is nothing to work out Finn. Whatever you and I were, whatever we could have been, it’s gone. Let it go, I have.” Finn lets her leave this time.
They return to the camp separately but within minutes of each other and find it in turmoil. The majority of the delinquents all look scared for their lives, “which they should be,” Clarke thinks. Bellamy seems to be grouping those loyal to him together over in one corner of the camp, riling them up for battle, giving them a false sense of hope in the possibility that they could win. She interrupts his tirade with one of her own, “We need to leave. Now. They will be coming back. There will be more of them. They will be looking for blood thanks to Miller and Bellamy and whoever blew the bridge. We aren’t safe here.” “We aren’t safe out there!” Bellamy argues. “We’ve been here, we’ve made a home here, we’ve built a wall around the camp. We’re safer here than anywhere else Princess.” “Bellamy’s right. We did build here, we made as much of a home as we could under the circumstances, but this home is about to be torn to the ground by an army we have no hope of beating. You can stay or you can go, I will no longer pretend that I am capable of telling you what’s best for all of us. But staying here is committing suicide, there is no way we can defeat an army of that size. Not with the weapons we have. We leave at first light.”
“You leave at first light,” Lexa orders. “Leave us.” Anya and Gustus are the only two that remain in the tent with the commander. “I told you they could not be trusted Anya. You could have been killed, we could have lost all five warriors and my most trusted general to a group of volatile children because you felt the need to challenge my orders.” “Lexa…” Anya begins and is cut off with a bark. “Shof op Onya. Ai don sen in em pleni. Oso jomp em op en oso frag em op. Jus drein jus daun.” Knowing that arguing will do nothing to help her case Anya offers a stoic nod and leaves the tent to begin preparations for war. “Gustus, you will not challenge another of my decisions today. Attempts at peace talks were made and met with an attempt to kill. Mercy will not be shown. Do you understand?” At his silent nod Lexa continues, “An army of three hundred warriors will prove more than enough to wipe out their camp. Leave no one behind.”
Clarke is drawn out of her restless slumber by the very last person she wants to see. “Clarke, get up.” “What the hell are you doing in here Finn? Was I not clear enough for you before?” “This isn’t about that, about us. We’re in trouble.” That wakes her up. “What do you mean we’re in trouble?” “Well Princess,” Bellamy interrupts, “it appears the grounders do not believe in the courtesy of waiting for daylight. Our camp is surrounded by hundreds of warriors. So your escape plan? Going to need a new one.”