Authors Note:

Hello again!

You guys might remember this story that I pulled. I just wasn't happy with a lot of it so I've decided to rewrite it. I hope you guys enjoy it more now! Also, this is the first time I'm ever posting my Fanfiction to the public so I hope you guys like it! It's still pretty new so if you have any questions and comments please review so I can add to it!

Also, I hate it when sometimes OC fics follow too closely with the show because then it's just kinda redundant. So I'm going to be assuming that you guys have watched the show and can connect things together.

Additionally, I own nothing the 100 related except for my character Evelyn Stark! The rest is all CW and Kass Morgan!

Enjoy! x

"A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley...He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!"

It took me a minute to realize that I had stopped actually looking at the words on the page, and continued to follow the story from memory. I sighed, closing the book, not in the mood to read one of my favorite stories.

Suddenly I heard the hiss of my cell door open and smiled. Mark wasn't suppose to come today, this was a welcomed surprise.

"Hey Mark! What've you got for me today? I hope it's not another Chinese cookbook..."

My voice trailed off as I took in the look on his face. My usually lighthearted friend looked grim. My gaze flickered to the usually empty hallway behind him. Today there was a flurry of movement. Guards were pulling people out of their cells and pushing them in the same direction. I recognized my old supervisor, Abby, run past my cell.

"What's-what's going on?"

"I need you to put this on and get ready to go." his voice was serious as he handed me a jacket and a backpack, so I did as he told me.

I had just finished pulling the jacket on over my ratty tank top when his words sank in,

"Go? What-"

"They're sending the prisoners to the ground."

My heart seemed to stop beating at his interruption. Everyone knew that the ground was suppose to be survivable 100 years after the nuclear war, but we still had 3 years to go. Theoretically it could be survivable but no one had been down there to test it. We were potentially being sent to our deaths. I guess this was the better alternative to being carelessly floated as I was suppose to have been 2 years ago. But since my... condition made me valuable, the Council had decided to have me translate texts. I was the only person still living on the Ark that knew a variety of languages that no one else knew because of the fire that had wiped out almost half our library.

"We have to hurry. Everyone will be busy with the preparations, so this is the only time I can sneak you on board the dropship."

I hesitated, "Sneak me?" The rules on the Ark were strict. Something like this could get Mark sentenced to death.

"They are going to float you. You finished translating through all the lost texts a while ago. I just kept bringing you some old books so that you wouldn't notice while they made the decision."

"Mark-"

"Eve you don't deserve this. You didn't deserve any of this. I can't let you get hurt. At least on the ship there is a chance that you will survive. I can't just-"

I cut him off by flinging myself in his arms. He wrapped his arms around me as I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. "Thank you, Mark."

Those three words couldn't possibly encompass the gratitude that I had for him. For being there for me since I was sent to solitude 5 years ago. For talking to me, keeping me sane, telling me jokes. And for risking his life to protect me. I stood speechless, not knowing how to sufficiently express my gratitude. But looking at Mark's expression, I had a feeling he knew.

"You're welcome kiddo. Now come on!"

He grabbed my hand and I took one last look around my cell that had been home for the past 5 years. All the books I'd memorized, the tiles I'd counted... My heart twinged. Was I sad to leave the prison cell I'd inhabited for the past 5 years? I pushed the thoughts out of my head, I'd be able to revisit this memory anytime anyway. Turning, I followed Mark out.

Earth was surreal. The crisp clean air was overwhelming. My eyes were still adjusting to the brightness and the vivid colors of everything- greens, blues, browns, they were all so intense. I found myself walking away from the landing site to a small clearing enclosed by a few trees. Trees that looked like the ones I had only seen pictures of before. The brown trunks were massive, much bigger than my wingspan. I reached out to brush my fingertips over the soft green moss to the rough dark brown bark. The crunch of the branches that fell victim to my boots alerted me to the quiet atmosphere. I could still hear the faint speech of the other kids and the subtle whisper of the wind. But what I couldn't hear was the familiar drone of machinery from the Ark. The Ark... looking up at the bright blue sky I marvelled at how far we had really travelled. It was, again, surreal being on the planet we had spent all of our lives just looking at and now we were here.

The journey in the dropship had been... tumultuous. We lost two kids who had tried to spacewalk like the kid Finn had. On the other hand, a brother and sister had been reunited. Apparently the girl, Octavia, was hidden under the floor for most of her life before being thrown in a cell back in the Ark. The law allowed only one child per woman. She was a hot-tempered girl, but I couldn't blame her. Her only "crime" was being born.

Looking around I realized that I had spent a long time secluded from the group. Walking back towards camp, I heard raised voices. There was a commotion stirring.

"I've got a better idea. You two go. Find it for us. Let the privileged do the work for a change!" An unfamilar voice shouted. I heard the shouts of agreement as I got closer to the scene.

"Show us what you got Chancellor of the Earth."

I didn't recognize the greasy haired boy who spoke second either. On the other hand, the boy he was fighting looked familiar... it was Wells. The Chancellor's son. I remembered seeing his standing alongside his dad while the Chancellor gave his speech on Unity Day. Another face I recognized was being held back by a few boys. It was Abby's daughter, Clarke. If Clarke was here, that meant that she had been imprisoned. And from what Abby had told me, her daughter was bright, kind and compassionate. How did she end up here? Looking at all the unfamiliar faces, I realized I didn't recognize any more of them. How did any of us end up here...

Suddenly, the greasy haired boy took advantage of Wells' unsteadiness and punched him in the jaw. I rushed forward, but before I could reach them someone jumped down from the dropship to land between the two boys. It was Finn, the spacewalker.

"Murphy, the kid's got one leg. How about you wait until it's a fair fight?" Finn spoke in a low voice.

The greasy haired boy, Murphy looked angry. He moved forward but before he could say anything Octavia strolled up to Finn with a flirtatious smile on her face, "Hey Spacewalker! Rescue me next." Finn sent her a cheeky grin as the tension noticeably decreased and the crowd began to dissipate.

I watched as Octavia's brother pulled her away from Finn before looking over at Clarke who was crouched down next to Wells. Approaching them, I noticed Wells was clutching his ankle with an expression of pain on his face.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Who are you?"

I elected to ignore the rude undertone in Clarke's voice.

"Evelyn Stark, but I prefer Eve. I knew your mom back on the Ark."

Dropping to my knees, I observed the swelling on Wells' ankle.

"Funny, my mom never mentioned you. And I've never seen you before..."

Her tone was dripping with skepticism.

I simply smiled at her, picking up Wells foot firmly, but gently, and tried to rotate it. When I moved it in a certain way, Wells grimaced, "Ow!"

"There's not much swelling so I'm pretty sure your ankle isn't fractured. The tendons are just over stretched, but keeping it set and minimal movement should keep the damage from getting worse. I used to work with your mom in the infirmary. But I was put in the Sky Box before you started working there."

The latter parts of my sentence were directed at Clarke.

"You're older than us."

This time it was Wells who had spoken.

"Yep."

Before any of us could say anything else, Finn came up to us.

"So. Mount Weather. When do we leave?"

I looked at him in confusion, "Mount Weather?"

"It's the supply bunker that the Ark was suppose to drop us near. Unfortunately we're about 20 miles away with a giant radiation soaked forest between us and our next meal."

I internally rolled my eyes at Clarke's information. Of course the Ark has dropped us on the wrong goddamn mountain.

"You can't go alone, I-"

"You're not going anywhere, Wells. Minimal movement remember?"

I pushed him down as he tried to get up while Finn recruited two additional kids to go with him and Clarke. They promised that they'd return tomorrow with food and supplies. I smiled, and offered to stay back to help Wells and others with any possible injuries.