Author's Note: Hello viewers! Here's a 'The 100' story for you all. I wish FanFiction would give more room to put up a formal summary, but I'll just give you more insight on it now.

The story will not be linear - I am starting in the middle of the group's journey and there will be flashbacks with a different backstory for each of the main characters - Clarke, Bellamy and Octavia, Jasper, Monty and his father. Yes, that's the zinger of this piece! I am writing Monty's father into the mix and it should be interesting. Their characters and how they all meet is very AU. With this story, I want to have a good mix of romance, adventure, and even politics (Just like the show!). The story will mostly feature and be seen through the eyes of Clarke and Bellamy. The experience will be a bit confusing at first, but stick with it and you won't be disappointed!

I actually wrote this story involving other made up characters and was going to delete it. Then, I realized that it has potential! :) The first couple chapters got fixed up, and here we are!

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Chapter 1: Fallen

Clarke POV:

I never thought I'd live to see the day where my parents were beaten nearly to death in front of my very eyes. Sure, they did some bad things in the recent past, but it didn't require the punishment that they were receiving this moment. Through the bushes that hid my face, I watched as Jake and Abby Griffin were at the mercy of the Progressives. They were once such strong people – Abby was second in command to Chancellor Jaha's counsel whereas Jake was Arcadia's leading engineer. Now, they looked so defeated, yet determination shone through their blood-caked faces. Everything they did was to protect me.

"Clarke," my traveling companion said. "We have what we need, we need to go now."

My whole mind was such a jumbled mess; I could hear what he was saying, but my body wouldn't obey or respond. It was as if I was watching a movie being so entranced by the picture show that I couldn't move from my seat.

I could see the Progressives begin to drag their limp bodies off to where their bedroom was situated. I may not be living there anymore, but I damn well knew where every room in that house was. As tears began to rim my eyes, I heard the same voice slightly behind me, but much louder this time. "Please Clarke," he said while setting his hand on my shoulder.

Acting on impulse, I swiftly turned around and tackled him to the ground. I was either too strong for him or he just wasn't looking or a fight for a change because he went down easier than expected. Straddling his body, I saw the look of worry and hurt across his beautiful face. Beautiful face? C'mon Clarke, get a damn grip! He was only trying to help, even though it resulted in our current compromising position. Any other day, I would have immediately gone red in the face being on top of him. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…" I began to say as a few stray tears started to fall onto my cheek.

Bellamy had seen so much worse than I and could hold it together, so why couldn't I?

As I got off of him, he engulfed me into a warm and comforting hug. The tender moment was nothing quite like I would expect from someone like him. Nevertheless, it was incredibly comfortable to be within his strong and lean arms. "Hey," he said. "It's okay, don't cry. They're gonna be okay. Just… have a little faith, would ya? I need you here with me, Clarke."

As I looked into his eyes, I couldn't decipher if he meant this in a romantic way or in a survival-mode way. My stubborn mind finally chose to go into survival mode though, and I tried to clean up my demeanor.

As he wiped the tears from my eyes, I said, "Yeah. You're right. We need to go. Uhhhh, sorry I tackled you, by the way. Old habits die hard, huh?" I thought about the way we used to play fight when Octavia and I came back home from a self-defense session with Marcus Kane, our mentor.

"I get it," he said. "Don't worry. I wouldn't want anybody to know that I got beat up by a girl."

"And by that you mean, beat up by a girl again, right?" I replied.

"Could we not bring that up right now?" he said with the playfulness returning to his too-stoic voice. "C'mon, ladies first."

As he pated a branch and held out his hand, I happily denied it. Instead, I said, "Right. So, after you then?"

Making our way back to camp at a leisurely pace, I thought to myself in our pleasant silence of the afternoon breeze. Maybe things will be better. Given time. And alcohol. Yep, lots of that.

Thankfully, it wasn't a terribly long walk back to our little makeshift camp. Given the awkward silence between Bellamy and I, I was looking forward to splitting apart for the rest of the day.

Finally, we arrived.

"Ah, good," Ben said. "Y'all are finally back. And with full bags? My, my… it must've been a good run, I reckon?"

"Yep!" answered Bellamy. "Things didn't go as bad as we thought. Couple of cuts and bruises that can easily be fixed. Everything all good here?" I found it so baffling that Bellamy could be tender as ever with me, but such a leader around our peers.

"Doesn't it always?" Octavia snarked. "Just think of all the fun things we could've done without you two buzzkills around!"

"Awww, c'mon O. Aren't I your favorite person?" Bellamy asked while attempting to give her a hug. After all, they were brother and sister. They loved each other dearly, but there was so much sass between the two of them.

"Pfft," Octavia said as she stepped out of his waiting embrace. "Clarke is obviously my favorite person here."

As they got into their daily heated discussion, I set two backpacks down next to the one Bellamy was carrying. "So, what'd we get today?" Asked Ben.

"More food and water. Some ammo for our guns and a couple hunting and skinning knives. Hmm," I rethought. "Oh, some meds and first aid kits. Jasper can make good use for those. We even scored a new sleeping bag and pillow from a willing family."

"Jeez, really?" asked Ben, seeming surprised.

"Yeah," I said with distance to my voice. "People were kind today… It's relieving to have good people left in this world still."

Ben noticed my strange demeanor, but before he could respond, Monty came out from who-knows-where and asked, "Did you get it? Huh? Did ya?"

How is this guy almost nineteen? He acts like he's five! "What're you talking about?" I asked with fake confusion.

"C'mon Clarke," he began. "You promised me!"

"Alright, alright. Calm down," I reassured. "You bet your ass I got it!"

I bent down and fished out the can of cheese for Monty. Seriously, who gets that excited about processed cheese? Unluckily for me, it was buried deep beneath the intoxicating labels that showed different bottles of alcohol.

Before I handed him the can, I said with mock patronization, "Now, if I give you this, will you keep quiet and share if others want some?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

I handed him the can of cheese with a fake smile plastered across my face. Before I knew it, I was engulfed in another hug that I gladly returned. As soon as it began, it was over and I felt a sense of loneliness once again. This kid… he just gives the BEST hugs!

"We havin' a party tonight or something?" Ben asked gesturing towards the bottles of alcohol.

"Well, I thought we could all use something good, ya know? Hope you don't mind," I said.

"Not at all," he said. "I think I'll probably have a drink myself, in that case."

"Good to hear! You deserve it Ben," I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster up.

As he turned around to do whatever it is Ben does in his free time, I began to gather some stuff to take a much needed back in the river we were situated near.

We've been in the same campground for several weeks now and neither the Progressives nor Chancellor Pike's officers have been able to pin down our location. Therefore, why not make ourselves as comfortable as possible? Surprisingly, we weren't all that far away from Arcadia – maybe a few ten or twenty miles from the small, yet powerful city center. We were also outside of Mountain Men territory and Cage Wallace's men, which they would've gladly sold us out to Arcadia given the chance. Luckily for us, we were situated near some peaceful Grounder territories. They let us use their river and kept our location a secret whenever visited by Pike's officers, and we disposed of any loose Progressives that put them in danger.

Walking over to grab the bar of soap and a worn-out towel, I stumbled upon Jasper walking the other direction. Oh, please don't talk to me, I'm in no mood for this…

"Hey! What took y'all so long?" Jasper asked with a cheery voice.

So much for just slipping away for a couple minutes. God forbid I get some alone time.

"Pfft, none of your business." C'mon, just leave me alone.

"Did you and Bellamy like shag in the woods or something?" he asked while wiggling his eyebrows.

"No," I stated curtly. "Just took a trip down memory lane."

As realization struck his face, he gave me a somber look. "Clarke, I-I didn't mean it. If I had known, I wouldn't have-"

Walking up to him to pat his shoulder, I said, "Don't worry about it. Shit happens, am I right?"

Before he could say anything else, I said to everyone in our camp, "Hey all, I'm going down to the river for a few. Alone."

Not giving anyone any time to object, I made my way down our little makeshift pathway to grab a much needed bath. Hopefully, they understand that I don't want to be messed with right now.

As I neared the river, I began taking lighter and lighter steps to make sure that no one was around to see me strip. I definitely learned that the hard way with Jasper one day. Octavia was so pissed when I decked him in the face that I just couldn't stop laughing. Bellamy looked livid that he couldn't do so himself. At least Jasper's bruise is almost gone!

Finally arriving at the river, I did one last look-around before beginning to strip. Deciding that everything was clear, I slipped off my combat boots, followed by my blue fleece jacket. Then, I began to discard the light-grey half-sleeve shirt. This was probably my favorite shirt, but the middle of it ripped slightly, exposing my ample breasts even more so. Needless to say, Octavia was all for me being a little risqué, but Bellamy would have a tantrum every day he saw it on me. I was so convinced that this was my lucky shirt; it just so happened that I was wearing it today when we got our bountiful amount of supplies. Coincidence? I think not.

Next to come off were my skinny jeans that fit me in all the right places, even being terribly hard to get off. Taking one last extra precautionary glance around, I quickly threw off the remaining underwear and jumped into the water with the bar of soap.

The water felt extraordinary today. It was cold, but not painfully cold like the weeks before. I took this peace and quiet for granted. I swam to the grassy shore of the water and laid my head against my arm to just think about everything:

So what am I supposed to do now? My parents have been bruised and broken at the expense of me. Bellamy had to hold me back from killing all of Pike's sons of bitch robots right then and there. The whole reason for my parents sending me away was to keep everyone safe, but what good is it doing now? I wasn't able to save them today, so what good can I really do in the future? And Bellamy… what am I even supposed to do about him? I know he knows I'm torn because of this, but it's not like he can keep an eye on me forever. I'm not his responsibility. How was I supposed to convince my own corrupt government amongst other foreign governments to band together and take Charles Pike out of position? How was I supposed to do all of that when I couldn't even keep sane with five of my friends? How can these people expect me to be their God damn "beacon of hope"?

As I let a few stress-tears escape my barriers, I was pulled from my thoughts by a rustling in the woods. Grabbing my knife from the discarded jeans and wiping traces of tears from my eyes, I mentally and physically prepared myself for what might be out there. Part of me wished to not have to fight anyone off. Maybe it would just be a woodland creature or a peaceful grounder that needed water.

However, I wouldn't mind if I could kill one of those asshole robots. I had a lot of frustration to get rid of right now.

At long last, the figure finally emerged from the woods and I was relieved to see that it was only Octavia. "Jesus O!" I quietly yelled. "You scared the shit outta me."

"Sorry Clarke," she said. "Mind if I join? I'm kinda filthier than the ground we've been walking on."

"Hmmm," I pretended to think. "Sure, I suppose me and my fat ass can make some room for you."

"Thanks," she said and gave me a cheeky smile as she quickly stripped down and jumped into the water. Her wet brown hair stuck to her face as I handed her the bar of soap. "So, you wanna talk about it?"

Oh, here we go!

"No, not really," I said. "But I guess I can try."

After a few minutes, I finally got my thoughts relatively organized in our awkward silence. "Octavia, I just witnessed my parents getting the shit beat out of them and I couldn't do a damn thing about it! All the while, your idiot brother had the audacity to hold me back – damn him! Oh, and not to mention, how can I convince people to go against Pike? Everyone is too scared of him to do a damn thing about his corrupt 'leadership'. How can I keep you guys and everyone else alive when I can't even keep my fucking emotions in check? You shouldn't have come with… it's too dangerous. Octavia, I feel so stupid and dramatic for asking this, but why me? Why is all of this so frustrating?"

A soft smile appeared on Octavia's face as she said, "Clarke, everything will work out the way it's supposed to. Your parents are going to be fine. And we'll find them, I promise. Even if it is just you and me, we'll get them, okay? And I know you're having mixed feelings about being a leader, but you don't have to do it alone. I'm not stupid, I know that Bellamy at least is trying to take some of that pressure off of you. You know what Clarke? If you choose to fight, I'll be there with you, but if you choose to bail, then I'll go with you. We're in this together."

I did not miss the emphasis on "we're."

Letting a half smile play on my lips, I said, "You know, that's exactly what I need right now. Thank you, O. It means a lot that I have at least one person who'll stand by me 'til the end."

"That's what I'm here for, right?" she said. "I am also here to talk to you about Bellamy – I know he likes you. I can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. My brother, even being the idiot he is sometimes, is falling for you hard." Even though Octavia was his sister, she had been trying to set us up for years now. Apparently, we were "too" alike for our own goods.

"I'm really doubtin' that he has feelings for me, O," I said with and eye roll.

"Hey! I just wanted to give you my blessing, whether you wanted it or not. You know, Bellamy was the one who insisted I come and check on you. Mostly because he figured you would've decked him in the face judgin' by the way you were talking about him. Also, I'm sure you would've hit him where it counts if he saw you naked," she laughed.

Albeit the cold water, my face turned red from a sudden heat that came out of nowhere. "Why don't we just drop it?" I asked.

"You're askin' me to drop a subject like this? Tsk, tsk Clarke. You must be losin' your senses," she said while letting out a small chuckle.

"Mhmm, right," I began. "So let's talk about you and Jasper. Now that boy's fallin' head over heels for you."

"You know what?" Octavia said. "I suppose we can just drop it for now."

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