A/N: This is my first real Fanfiction, so please be kind, and reviews are very welcome! Everything's canon until ep.5 when this story begins. Lincoln has been watching the camp and is fascinated with Clarke not Octavia – he's also a more feral/savage grounder. The story will have some elements of the original TV series, and some of my own making due to my diversion away from the plot we all know (and love). Will update weekly unless something happens to prevent that!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own the characters, events and world of The 100 – that honour goes to Kass Morgan and the writers for the (amazing) TV show.

Chapter one

Clarke

Clarke increased her pace, consciously making an effort to get as far away from Finn and his girlfriend as her tired legs could carry her. The rest of the search party were busy arguing over who had the unenviable task of drying out the sopping wet radio, while Raven excitedly explained how they could set off rockets using engine oil from the dropship.

Clarke wanted to hate the beautiful brunette on sight – and she tried to, she really did – but it wasn't Raven's fault her boyfriend was a cheater. She seemed like the kind of person Clarke would undoubtedly like and respect, if the circumstances were better. It wasn't in Clarke's nature to hate someone for something they had no control over – she'd learnt that lesson fully with Wells.

Bellamy had just started organising people for the trek back to camp when she'd taken advantage of the momentary flurry of activity to slip away unnoticed. Or so she thought.

"Clarke," Finn called from behind her, "Clarke, wait!"

Clarke didn't bother turning around, feeling her cheeks redden with the emotions he was invoking. Anger – lots of anger – but it was covering the hurt she couldn't seem to help. She heard his footsteps break into a jog and suddenly he was grasping her elbow, pulling her to a stop.

"Clarke, please, I can explain." Finn tightened his grip on her arm, his dark eyes beseeching.

Clarke ripped her arm from him violently. "There's nothing to explain, remember – I was passably cute, we had fun, end of story."

"You know that's not the truth," he bit out, "I thought I would never see her again…I thought everyone on the Ark was dead to us…"

He ran his hands through his long hair in frustration.

"You told me they were dead to us!" he spat angrily.

"Oh, so it's my fault you cheated?" she asked, incredulous.

"No, that's not what I meant! I…"

"Sure sounds like it, Finn," she almost laughed, "Look, I don't see what else there is to say – I made a mistake, I'm over it, now you need to get over it."

"You're not over it. I'm not going to get over it." He reached up to touch her cheek and she stepped out of his reach.

He sighed and she felt her anger blossom again. Finn had no right to act like the victim – he'd made the situation what it was. She hadn't told him they were a lost cause – he'd given up hope too early. She glanced behind him and saw Raven standing at the edge of the clearing, watching them curiously. She felt an uncomfortable pang of sympathy for the other girl.

"You need to stay away from me," Clarke whispered through gritted teeth, "You have a girlfriend you love, who loves you. There's nothing here for you anymore."

She turned and walked away, but not before she heard him whisper, "There is, there's you."

It took a while for her to feel rational again, which in itself was unsettling – Clarke wasn't usually so hot headed. She guessed that this was what it felt like to care for someone and find yourself disappointed. Again. She knew her response to Finn's betrayal was an overreaction, but it felt like she'd hit the edge of her tolerance level.

Clarke took a few calming breaths and started paying attention to her surroundings – the last thing she needed was a spear to the gut. The forest floor in front of her was softly littered with moss and flowers, and it was everything she'd ever dreamed of – but right now she wasn't in the mood to enjoy it, and that wasn't like her either. As serious as she could be, Clarke was an artist at heart, and every artist appreciated beauty. She'd thought Finn beautiful too, she reminded herself. Beautiful and treacherous apparently.

The whooshing sound of something large dropping from a tree made her freeze in the open, at the top of a high incline. She was halfway between the clearing and camp, and she didn't think anyone had followed her route. She glanced around, eyeing the trees as though she expected camouflaged monkeys to leap at her claws first. God, monkeys – even they reminded her of Finn!

She shook her head and started to climb over a fallen tree in her path when a distinct snap had her fumbling her feet. She tripped head first down the hill, only stopping when she collided painfully with a bush at the base and everything went black.

Octavia

Octavia watched the search party return to camp from Jasper's side at the fire. He'd started looking a bit peaky so she'd insisted he stay there for warmth – they'd been trading funny stories back and forth all morning – his about Monty and hers inevitably about Bellamy. Nearly all of her stories involved Bellamy – hard not to when you've been confined to one room for most of your life.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Bellamy stopped at the edge of camp and sent her a hesitant smile. She wanted to ignore him, still angry over their words earlier, but she knew her brother, and she knew he needed the reassurance that everything would be okay. Unfeeling he was not – much as he liked to pretend otherwise.

She smiled back just as tentatively and turned to watch the rest of the delinquents trail into camp. She eyed the new addition suspiciously before turning back to Jasper.

"Looks like the dropship only had one passenger – who do you reckon she is?"

Jasper smiled cheekily and watched the new girl as she started ordering people around. "Looks like Clarke 2.0 to me."

Octavia watched the girl through narrowed eyes. They didn't need another overbearing woman in this camp – Clarke was more than enough, but at least she had redeeming qualities. Like being the only medic they had. Like saving Jasper's life.

The other kids started stacking scrap metal in two piles and Octavia figured she'd better find out what was happening. She looked for her brother and found him talking to Miller by the gate, alternately glaring at the new girl's back and gesturing to the activities at the centre.

"Catch you later, Jasper." She called. He mumbled a response and turned to chat to a fawning Harper.

She approached her brother at the same time new girl turned in their direction and threw a disgusted look at Bellamy.

"What's that about?" she asked, glaring back protectively.

"Meet Raven, Finn's girlfriend and our self appointed mechanical engineer. All hail, Raven." He snarked.

Octavia hadn't noticed Finn glued to the girl's side, but now Bellamy called attention to it she gasped.

"Wait…I thought he and Clarke were, you know, together?" she asked confusedly.

"Spacewalker's been playing the field – one in space and one on the ground. Gotta hand it to him, the boy definitely has a type." Bellamy replied, laughing with Miller.

"Damn, how's Clarke taking it?" Octavia would hate to be her right now. Actually, she'd hate to be Finn – angering two strong women? Not exactly smart.

"Princess stormed off earlier, so about as well as you can imagine." Bellamy said dryly.

Octavia was just about to ask where the blonde leader had stormed off to when Raven approached.

"You're used to manual labour, right Bellamy? A janitor if I remember rightly. Maybe you should lend us your expertise for these rocket launchers." Raven taunted.

Octavia bristled. "Where do you get off talking to my brother like that?"

"Your brother is a murderer." Raven hissed.

"The Chancellor is alive," Bellamy retorted, "I'd appreciate it if you called me an attempted-murderer – it's much more politically correct."

Trust her brother to make a joke of this. Wait – the chancellor lived? She met Bellamy's eyes and a look of relief passed between them. He might act the tough, uncaring brute to everyone else, but Octavia knew he wasn't a bad person – not even in his darkest moments.

She turned to the angry girl and lifted her chin, hands on her hips in a defensive stance.

"Don't be jealous, Raven," she eyed Finn loitering behind her, "Just because the person who loves me knows the meaning of loyalty and sacrifice, doesn't mean you get to take a piece out of him."

Raven sent her a befuddled glare. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Finn shuffled nervously and sent Octavia a nervous look. "I didn't see you around camp last night, Finn. Our illustrious leader was missing too. You know, the pretty blonde one?"

"Co-leader," Bellamy grouched.

Raven looked like a balloon losing its hot air. "Finn? What's she talking about?"

"Nothing," Finn mumbled, "Come on Rae, we need to build the rockets."

Octavia watched Finn lead her away. She should feel guilty, she supposed, but Raven was going to find out one way or another. There was no way Finn was over his feelings for Clarke, and a sense of feminine self-righteousness compelled her to take the annoying girl's side.

"I don't get it," Miller mumbled, "How is he pulling the hottest girls at camp?"

Bellamy snorted in response.

She turned to the two boys. "Why are we building rockets?"

Bellamy heaved a deep sigh. "The Ark's dying."

"I know," Octavia said, "And we care because?"

"Because they're culling the population tonight," Miller put in, "If we don't let them know we're alive down here, they're killing 300 people to save oxygen for the rest of the population. Your brother here had the bright idea of destroying Raven's radio so she can't contact them."

So that was the reason behind the animosity. Justified, maybe.

"You're an idiot, Bell." She said simply.

"I know," he replied guiltily.

Octavia turned to the heaping structures being formed and decided to help – she might not have any warm and fuzzy feelings for the remaining Arkians, but she knew most of the 100 had parents up there and she was the only one lucky enough to have her family on the ground with her.

Bellamy

Bellamy watched the rockets spiral out into the night – two hissing flares of orange set against an inky backdrop. He looked around for Clarke or Octavia, and when he didn't see them he caught the eyes of the girl standing stoically across from him. It was Raven – winner of today's Miss Self Righteous Award. She was on her own this time, her puppy dog Finn probably off chasing his next skirt. Bellamy didn't know how the guy did it – if he wasn't confident in his own appeal he might be asking for tips. Or not.

He looked back at the sky, seeing the bright lights begin to fade – praying, though he'd never been the type to pray before, that it made a difference. When he looked away again it was to find Raven standing next to him. He smiled at her awkwardly.

"Do you think you can wish on this kind of shooting star?" she asked quietly.

Bellamy took a deep breath and shook his head. "I wouldn't even know what to wish for."

Suddenly the sky brightened further, and Bellamy looked up to see dozens of brief flashes winking in and out of existence like fireflies. It was beautiful and strange.

"We were too late." Raven muttered, her voice full of sorrow.

Bellamy sent her an enquiring look and she gave him a lopsided smile, pointing to the spectacle.

"That's what 300 bodies look like when they hit Earth's atmosphere."

She walked away and Bellamy felt curiously numb. He'd done this, and he'd live with the consequences. Next time he'd do better. Or at least, he'd try to.

Clarke

Clarke woke up to the sight of brilliant glimmers of light streaming across the night sky. It was so dark she could only see shadows – strange elongated trees and the sloped mound of the hill she'd obviously rolled down.

She brought her hand shakily up to her aching head and it came away bloody. Oh God, she thought, this was not her day at all. The chances of the others finding her in the forest tonight were too slim to even consider.

She started to slowly rise and a sharp pain in her leg made her feel nauseous – it compounded the ache of her head and the edges of her sight flickered alarmingly. Before everything went dark she met the dark eyes of a man – a fierce looking warrior crouched down at her side. She'd been found alright, by the grounders.