Disclaimer: I do not own the 100 or any of its characters. I have not read the books, so this story is based on the show.

Agro Station was very different from Alpha Station where she grew up. The air seemed lighter somehow, and though Anora would not put it past the Council to give Alpha better air than the rest of the stations if they could, it had nothing to do with the Council. People on Agro were happier, more carefree and much quicker to laugh. They had welcomed her as if she was one of their own, and not as if she had only visited the station a handful of times when she was barely out of her toddler years.

She remembered very little from those visits, only that her Nana was always very happy to see her. The warmth of Nana's hand, and the story of the frog she told her. And that one time when she was sick, and her mother had brought her to Nana so she could take care of her while her parents were at work. Nana had let her rest in her bed, ran her hand through her hair and hummed a little tune for her as she fell asleep.

When Anora asked Elizabeth why they were being so nice to her, she only smiled.

"We all remember your Grandmother, dear. And those of us who care to try hard enough, we remember your mother, too."

Anora pondered her words for a while, and she could tell Liz was studying her from behind her glasses. Her gaze was open and inviting, though, not scrutinizing. She had never felt like she belonged anywhere, but on that second day of work she let herself hope that Agro could be her home. The first day Liz had shown her around and given her the basics on how to grow soybeans. The second day she brought her along to make soy milk.

She enjoyed her time in the Soy Fields, as they called them. Or perhaps she mostly loved working with Liz. Though Liz was much older than her, perhaps a few years younger than her father, she was one of the kindest women she had ever met. Liz always recognized when Anora was having a bad day, or when she desperately needed to laugh. And sometimes her son, Jasper, would visit during lunch. His visits were always the best part of her days on Agro.

Jasper was Anora's age, with dark hair like hers hanging in his eyes, contrasting his mother's graying, blonde locks. He always had a pair of goggles hanging around his neck, or sitting on top of his head.

"Hiya, girlie! You're new!" he said the first day when Liz introduced her during lunch. "I'm Jasper Jordan, pleased to meet you, m'lady," he said as he gave a little bow, with one arm tucked behind his back. Anora could not help but giggle at his antics, perhaps one of the first signs of true emotion any of the Jordan family saw from her.

"So, I hear you're from Alpha Station. What's that like?" he asked, and them proceeded to gulp down a glass of soy milk, spilling on his shirt. He swore loudly, and tried to dry his shirt with a napkin, while Liz scolded him for his use of language. Jasper quickly apologized, but turned to wink at Anora when his mother wasn't looking.

"Boring," said Anora with a cheeky smile. "I prefer Agro."

She hadn't known Liz long, but she didn't have to look at her to know she was smiling.

Though she loved working with Liz, after two months in the soy fields she decided to request a transfer to the kitchens. After all, it was what she wanted when she took her job at Agro in the first place. Her mother had worked in the kitchens when she was a Anora's age, and always spoke fondly of her short time there. Liz would understand, she thought. Jasper would probably be disappointed when she wasn't there for lunch anymore, but she would see him around, wouldn't she?

Though she worked on Agro, she stilled lived in her father's apartments on Alpha. Once she turned eighteen, she would be transferred to Agro permanently. However, for another year, she had to walk back to Alpha after work every day. And so she did, every day the same. She would walk back to Alpha, pop by home to pick up her rations and head over to the Millers' apartments to eat with them. It had been a few years since her father started working late every day, so she ate with the closest thing to family she had.

"There you are, Anora, I was wondering where you had gotten to! Come sit down." said Carlotta, as Anora entered the apartment. She took her place at the table, and laid out the cheese sandwiches she had brought next to each plate as Carlotta filled their bowls with soup.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was late."

"Oh, don't worry about it, honey. You had that long walk after all," Carlotta assured her. "Nathan! Time to eat!"

"Is David on the late shift again?"

"I'm afraid so. We'll just have to do without him tonight," said Carlotta. There was a smile her face, but her eyes were heavy.

Nathan appeared from his room, with a more genuine smile on his face. Anora could always trust that her best friend was glad to see her.

"Evening, 'Nora! Eventful day?"

"I nearly cut off my finger trying to slice a leek."

"Fascinating."

The two teenagers grinned at each other, before bursting into giggles and starting on the soup.

"Thanks for having me, as always, Carlotta."

Carlotta waved her off. "Of course, honey. Now go on you two, or you won't be able to get back before curfew, Nate."

"Yes, mom." Nathan rolled his eyes at her, but Carlotta didn't see. He pulled his friend with him. The door had only closed for a few seconds before Nathan turned to her.

"Did you hear about Jake Griffin?"

Anora frowned. "What about him?"

"He was floated yesterday for treason, and Clarke was arrested."

"Treason?" she gasped. "That doesn't sound like the Griffins."

"No," said Nathan. "It doesn't."

He started walking, pulling her arm lightly, before letting go, to make her move with him. The two otherwise very chatty friends were silent for a while.

"How old is Clarke, exactly?" asked Anora carefully.

"A couple of weeks younger than you, I think. She's still sixteen."

A wave of dread ran through her, down her spine and through her legs, finishing with her toes. Her own seventeenth birthday was only a week away. A year then, before Clarke would be floated. For treason.

"I can't say I ever liked her much, but..." Nathan stopped talking, like he didn't know what to say.

Anora couldn't help but agree. Clarke had never been her friend, barely an acquaintance. When they were much younger, she had tried to befriend Clarke. They had been two of the very few girls on Alpha Station born in their year, most of the others were boys. Anora had assumed they would become close, but quickly found out how wrong she was.

Clarke had shut her down several times as a little girl. Whenever Anora spoke to her, the blonde girl would just stare right through her with wide eyes, and then leave to find Wells Jaha to gossip. Clarke would whisper in his ear, and Anora remembered perfectly the looks Wells used to give her. He looked amused. This would go on for weeks, until one of Clarke's parents came to pick up both their daughter and Wells from preschool, leaving Anora alone to wait for her mother.

"Poor Dr. Griffin," was all she could say before stopping outside her apartment. Nathan nodded in agreement, before putting his arms around her and pulling her into a close hug.

"Promise me you'll be careful, Nate?" she whispered into his shoulder, tears pressing from behind her eyes. Nathan sighed, and

"I promise. I won't get caught."

"They don't care what the motive is. The laws are clear. It's stealing, even if you mean well."

Nathan chuckled slightly. "I know, 'Nora. Don't worry about me."

They pulled away. For a short while she stared into his eyes and wondered if he was lying. Nathan stared back, but not searching for something like she was. He looked as if he'd already found it.

"Good night, Nathan."

"'Night," he whispered, and watched her enter her apartment.

Sundays were always boring, at least in Anora's opinion. She mostly spent Sundays hanging out with Nathan, but she couldn't find him earlier. So she spent this Sunday lounging on her bed, reading up on recipes from her mother's old journal, the one she had scribbled on the outside "how to survive Earth". Which was a ridiculous name. Anora hardly believed if she ever got to see earth, she would find ingredients to make pizza. Perhaps if she could save ingredients from their rations, she could make some for her father's birthday.

"Anora?" said a voice from the doorway. She jumped a little, not expecting her father to be home before late. He looked tired. dark bags under his matching dark eyes, which were darting from one end of the room to the other like he had never really seen her room before. Searching for something, or perhaps avoiding something.

"Yes?" she replied, sitting up properly. Her father hesitated in the doorway a little before deciding to sit down on the bed. He moved slowly, and Anora could feel herself getting impatient. If he had sought her out while she was in her room, when he was supposed to be working meant something was up. Something she wasn't going to like.

He sat down on the edge of the bed by her feet, placing his elbows on his knees and running his hands down his face. With a heavy sigh, he folded his hands together and pressed his lips into a thin line,. Anora watched him carefully, her worry growing with every second.

"Dad, whatever it is, please, just tell me."

He looked up from the floor and turned his head towards his daughter, who sat leaning against the wall with a pillow supporting her back, her mother's journal in her lap.

"I have some bad news," was all he said. He said it simply, like everything he said. Straightforward might as well have been her father's middle name. Though she wouldn't know, now that she thought about it. He'd never told her his middle name.

Anora leaned a bit forward, silently urging him to go on. He let out another heavy sigh.

"Dad..."

"It's Nathan. He's been arrested."

His words hang in the air for a while. He looked at her, but she only stared back. For a short second he wondered if she had heard him. Then she snapped out of her daze a little, closing her eyes, fighting tears that threatened.

"Why? When?" she asked, eyes still closed. He turned to stare straight ahead into the wall covered with pictures of different flowers and plants. It looked as if she had brought the ground to space.

"Early this morning. He was found trying to sneak out of the rations storage, with rations worth six people on his body."

The tears that had threatened spilled over, running down her cheeks. Anora sniffled, and her father turned to her at the sound, shifting a little in his seat and rubbing his neck.

"He promised," was all she said, quietly, but not a quite a whisper. Like she was too tired to speak up. "He promised he wouldn't get arrested."

"What?" said her father sharply and grabbed her arm tightly. "Anora, did you know what he was up to?"

She tried to pull her arm away but his grip was too tight.

"Answer me!" he yelled, and grabbed her other arm to keep her from wriggling out of his grip, which only made her fight harder.

"Let go of me! I didn't know!"

He let go of her, got up from the edge of the bed and started pacing.

"Tell me everything," he demanded.

Anora sniffed, and curled up into the corner of her bed, wiping tears from her face as she did so.

"He talked about some Factory Station kid that was sick. The doctors said it was because he couldn't digest wheat, but the rations office kept giving his family bread. He wanted to help them. That's all he told me."

Her father ran a hand down his face, but continued pacing frantically.

"Don't you see?" he whispered. "The consequences if you were to be involved..."

"I didn't know," she said firmly.

He turned around to face her. "But you suspected!" he accused, before turning around to pace the floor again. "You wouldn't have asked him to promise not to get arrested otherwise."

"He had just told me about Clarke Griffin," she said.

Her father froze, before whispering, "what do you know about that?"

"I know she was arrested for treason. I know you'll float her in a year. I made Nathan promise to be careful so he wouldn't end up like her. And now he has, and you'll float him too," she replied coldly.

His demeanor changed with these words. Gone was the frantic father, and the exhausted, overworked councilor returned. He returned to her bed, but now sitting down at the opposite corner of the one she was curled up in.

"I'm sorry, Anora. The laws are clear."

"The law sucks," she said while grabbing her pillow and laying down to sleep, not noticing her father nodding in agreement.

Another few weeks passed after that, and Anora's birthday went by. Carlotta and David got her a new forest green, knitted sweater. Her father and grandmother got her new boots. Having new things were a luxury on the Ark, most clothes were patched and worn. She was very grateful, though what she wanted most was to spend her birthday with her best friend. She spent her birthday afternoon with her Grandmother instead, tending the Tree with her, like she did when she was a child.

"I know it's hard being festive when your friend is locked up, sweetheart. But you can't let life pass you by without taking your part in it," Vera had told her, and hugged her close before letting her go home to her father's apartments.

Anora rarely saw Marcus, only a few mornings when they left for work at the same time. Those days they walked for a minute in silence before parting ways. He would say, "have a good day," as he took off, heading for Go-Sci, not waiting for a reply. Those were the only words they shared for a long time.

After work, she would head over to the Millers' like always, but it was never the same without Nathan. The laughter that had been so commonplace around their table was gone now. Though she couldn't blame them, she missed Nathan, too. She would have gone to visit him, but he was only allowed two visitors on visitation day, and she couldn't bare to take that time from his parents. However, she wrote him a letter to be delivered by his father. It was mostly filled with rantings about how stupid he was for what he did. She did tell him she forgave him, how much she missed him, and that she would do her best to convince her father that he could be safely let out on his eighteenth birthday. That they didn't need to float him.

The morning of Nathan's seventeenth birthday, a month after his arrest, Anora reported for duty as always. The Executive Chef was in a meeting with the Agro leader, man with cold gray eyes, a bald head and a big red beard. They were yelling at each other in the middle of the kitchen, and the Executive Chef was as red in the face as the Agro leader's beard. Carlos, the vegetable chef, who she worked under, waved her over.

"Just ignore them. This happens once every three months or so. Barnes needs more food for the Sky Box than we have rations, I guess they have too many prisoners. Last time it was the Privileged. It's always something, but they'll be done in a few. Get chopping on those peppers, will you?"

I barely have the time to get my station ready when the Executive Chef starts screaming.

"It's impossible, Barnes! Anora, get the rations list from my office, now!"

Anora was baffled. She glanced at Carlos, who nodded furiously, and waved her into action. She headed to the office whilst pondering how the Chef knew her name, because Anora certainly couldn't remember the Chef's.

"Perhaps you'll listen to me when you have proof!"

"The day I listen to you, Evgenia, is the day I'm walking on the ground!"

Really? The Chef's name was Evgenia?

The office was a mess. Anora sighed, wondering how she was supposed to find anything. The desk in the middle of the office was made of metal, like most everything on the Ark. It was covered in papers, binders and dirty dishes that Anora guessed was a result of many late nights. The paper shredder in the corner was overflowing, and the century old computer was buried under a sea of clutter, and an old jacket.

How did she get so much paper, Anora wondered. Like everything else on the Ark, paper was rationed. She dug through the mess and found the tablet under a binder, hoping it had the rations list. The tablet switched on, which was progress, but the documents folder was more of a mess than the desk. She opened the Memos application Go-Sci used to communicate with the different Stations. The memos were basically emails, but no one dared to tell Go-Sci that. Looking for the rations list, something else caught her attention.

Rations Restriction in Factory Station

Anora skimmed the memo, but got the gist of it. The council were giving the people of Factory Station smaller rations to save food. Anora could only guess that it was a punishment for the two protests that turned into riots around the time Nathan was arrested. It was a cut of almost 50% of what they already had.

"Did you fall asleep in there?" called the Chef, but Anora ignored her.

Her father was keeping food from innocent people. Innocent people who were already starving. This would surely kill the kids Nathan tried to help, and then were gonna float him too. Feeling her blood boil under her skin, she took the tablet and walked out of the office. She quickly walked past the Chef and Agro leader who were still fighting, past Carlos who was calling her name, and out the doors heading for Go-Sci.

Upon arrival, she almost crashed into Dr. Griffin. She was wearing her doctor's coat and looked to be headed for Medical. Abby started laughing a little at the almost-accident, but Anora wouldn't have it.

"Where's my father?" she demanded, and Abby tensed up, taking note of her tone.

"He was here a minute ago. Anora, is something wrong?"

She didn't reply, only scanned the room for her father. She didn't find him, however, she found the next best thing. Chancellor Jaha was sitting at a table, speaking with the a man she knew was from Engineering. Not able to stop herself, she decided to take her problem up with him instead.

"What the hell is this?" she yelled at the Chancellor once she reached their table. She slammed the tabled on the table. Jaha jumped in his seat, looked up, eyes wide. Seeing the fuming Anora, he frowned. He turned the tablet so he could read the memo. The engineer, however, looked terrified, but whispered something about formalities to Jaha, but Jaha only waved him away.

"How did you find this, Anora?" he asked calmly.

"By accident," she sneered. "How could you do this?"

She could feel Abby move up to her side and put a hand on her arm, but she recoiled from her touch.

"You'll kill them," she said. "Factory Station already has smaller rations than the rest of the stations, and nothing compared to the rations Alpha gets. People already die of starvation down there! You do this and there won't be anyone left on Factory! And then who will make the fancy clothes you wear? Because I sure as hell doubt you'll be the one to do it!"

"Anora, that's enough."

She recognized her father's voice instantly, but she was too far gone to even consider doing what he told her. Her whole body was trembling in anger, and she needed to let it out.

"How any of you managed to get elected is beyond me. You're a bunch of murderers!"

The room fell silent, and nobody moved. Beside her, she could feel her father's hand hovering near her elbow, waiting to grab a hold of her. Jaha stood up and spoke plainly.

"Anora, you can't say anything about this to anyone. This is confidential information. If it gets out, it will cause an uproar."

"Good," she spat. "Maybe they will get rid of you!"

Marcus reacted immediately. He turned her towards him, placed his hands on each side of her head.

"You have to swear to keep quiet, Anora, please" he pleaded. She noticed his eyes grew damp, but still did not reply.

"Swear it!" he said again, more forcefully. Anora glanced around, and counted four guards who had closed in on the situation. Understanding what was happening, she stepped out of her father's grasp.

"No," she said calmly. She turned to Jaha, and looked him in the eye.

"You might have no conscience, but I do. I won't just stand by to let you kill innocent people, pretend I know nothing about it and then watch you float the people who try to help them."

Jaha turned to the guards, and gave a nod. In less than a second someone pulled her hands forcefully behind her back and tied them together tight with a cable tie.

"Hey, careful!" she heard her father say to the guard. He sunk down into a chair by the table, and Jaha walked over to put a hand on his shoulder, but Marcus shook it off much like Anora had with Abby.

"I'll take her," said a familiar voice, and Anora turned to see David Miller looking at her with a guilty expression. He placed a hand on her shoulder to guide her away, but she turned back towards her father.

"Are you gonna let them do it?" she asked. He buried his head in his hands, elbows on his knees, just like the day he told her about Nathan's arrest.

"The laws are clear, Anora," said Jaha. "You are being taken to the Sky Box for treason, and will be reviewed upon your eighteenth birthday."

"Not that!" she snapped at Jaha. She turned back to her father.

"They'll starve, dad," she whispered. "Don't let them do it, please."

"The decision's been made. The vote unanimous."

She didn't want to believe Jaha, but the look on her father's face as he looked up at her again proved he was telling the truth. Anora nodded, sniffing a little and trying to rub the last of her tears on her shoulders. She turned back to David.

"I guess you get to take me to the Sky Box, then. I've never been there before. Could we take the scenic route?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," he chuckled as he led her through Go-Sci, towards the Sky Box.

"Oh, well, do you think I'll get to wish Nate a happy birthday now?"

"I'm sorry, Anora, treason means solitary confinement."

Anora sighed. "I guess this was a bad idea, then."

Thanks for reading! I hope you were intrigued by the first chapter. Next chapter will be up soon :)