A/N: Hello all! Welcome to my first story for the 100. This is also my first attempt at a multi-OC-centric story. I don't plan to sit in the past for long, but I do want to do some flashbacks to show how my characters got to where they are 'presently'. This chapter will start out in Season 1 and chapter 2 will delve pretty quickly into season 3 with intermittent flashbacks into season 2 and work it's way up to the current season. It will follow the story of Rebecca "Beck" Ramsey and her mother Elizabeth "Liz" Ramsey. This story is BellamyxOC and RoanxOC centric with lots of characters and ships scattered in.
ENJOY!

THAW

by cassandraxstardust

Chapter One: May We Meet Again

There's a saying, she tries to recall, about making the same mistake twice. She can't quite remember the words but she is aware of the meaning. She's only eleven and still she knows that this mistake is costly.

The cries of a child are deafening in the confined space and she can only see it between a sliver of space provided by the hovering of the three adults crowding her mother. She fights for a look, for a better glance at the child with the impressive lungs, but she is gently pushed aside as they attempt to settle the child down with panicked whispers.

"It's a boy," the woman whispers, taking the child in her arms and wiping something from his face with her gloved hands. The sight of her mother's tired smile appears from between the others.

"We have to be quick," the man says, his voice stern and rushed and he keeps glancing down at his watch. "The window for this opportunity is short. If we don't do this now..."

"Give her a moment," the woman says.

"We don't have a moment," he hisses in response. "If we don't go now, we're all floated."

"Enough." The hiss comes from the woman holding the baby in her arms, she's a doctor, or she will be soon. She's still a protege but she seems to know what she's doing. "We do this now. I'm sorry Elizabeth, but we have to take him."

There is a long pause and a heartfelt sob that makes her heart hurt as her mother nods and the baby is taken. The doctor leaves, the man on her heels as they slowly make their way out into the dimly lit corridors. The light flickers and the hallways are empty of the bustling activity and voices that usually fill it. One woman, Cece, stays behind, stroking her mother's hair as she weeps into the sheets.

"Beck," Cece whispers and she looks up to see her eyes focused on her from her place in the corner of the room. "Come here, sweetheart. Your mom needs you."

She's hesitates, watching her mother sobbing into the sheets with a wary eye, but she knows she should do as she's told. She approaches slowly, waiting for her mother to look up at her but she doesn't. Her arm is hidden in the nook of her arm, draped over her eyes as she tries to hold back another howling cry.

Beck, isn't sure where to place her hands, or what words she should speak. Cece urges her to sit but she feels as though it will only make things worse. So she stands, reaches out a small hand and places it gently on her mother's shoulder. It's a few moments before either one moves and though she does not see her mother's eyes, she can hear her breathing begin to steady.

And finally, when her mother's hand closes around hers with a soft squeeze, she knows that they'll survive this. Together.

TEN YEARS LATER

BECK

Beck doesn't try to hide the look of shock on her face as her mentor whispers the words as they work in the greenhouse that morning. It's barely dawn and she hasn't slept in days and suddenly Pike's confession has thrown her completely off guard.

"They did what?!" Beck shouts and he gives her a look that causes her to clasp her hands over her mouth in apology.

"I shouldn't have said anything at all," he says, backtracking as he waves his arms dismissively. "If they find out I told you….I've put us both at risk."

"You tell me they sent the kids from the Sky Box down to Earth on an Exodus ship and you aren't going to tell me why?"

He shakes his head as he sighs.

"I don't know why. They told me it was 'need to know' and I wasn't exactly given a choice to decline. Even if they had told me the reason, what fraction of it do you think would have been the truth?"

"If the people knew that their kids were sent down there…"

"If they knew there would be riots," he warns her. "It's why you can't say anything."

"Pike..." she says, her eyebrow furrowing. She wants to argue but his expression deters her. She can see there is no fixing this now. She shakes her head in disbelief. "Does my mother know?"

"No. She has enough on her mind at the moment. Taking in Sharon's son like that must have been difficult. I know they were close," he says.

Beck turns, unsure if she can hide the expression on her face now. She busies herself with mixing soil, her hands deep in the earthy substance that is now embedded in her fingernails. She scolds him for keeping secrets but she has secrets of her own.

She can't tell him the truth...that is it's not hard at all for her mother to take in Wyatt. Sharon's death was difficult, truly. But she knows deep down her mother's true feelings are relief. She has her son back, the child who was taken from her arms ten years prior has returned home at last.

Beck tried to warn her against it. Telling Wyatt is a mistake, another one in a long line of mistakes her mother has made, but he's known for so long now, it's a surprise he hasn't been the one slip up. She thinks this whole situation must be confusing for him. He's lived his life with the idea of two mothers, the one that raised him and the one who brought him into this world. It's a secret a ten year old shouldn't have to bear.

Beck should know.

"Do you think they'll survive?" she whispers, images of Wyatt and her mother disappearing behind her burgeoning curiosity and Pike shrugs.

"If the ground is survivable. If they don't destroy each other in anarchy," he pauses, glancing down as he shakes his head. "If they paid at least a fraction of their attention to my lessons...then...maybe. That's as much hope as I can muster."

Maybe is a longshot and what she really hears in her mentor's voice is fear. He fears for the kids sent to the ground and she knows why. The ground is ground may be a death sentence and Pike has done nothing to stop it. But worst of all, he feels as though he has done nothing to help them either.

She wants to comfort him, tell him that it's not his fault, but before she can open her mouth they are interrupted by the sound of a door sliding open. Through the door walks Cece, her black hair tossing over her shoulders as she rushes through.

"Charles, I need your help," she whispers and glances towards Beck. It's not often that she sees officers from Go-Sci down on Farm. But she knows Cece. She helped her family when Wyatt was born and also carries the burden of Beck's family secret. Too many people carry it, she can't help but think.

"What's wrong?" Pike asks.

"It's…" she pauses, glancing at Beck and it's clear she's uncertain if she should reveal the reason for her panic amongst the current company. Beck starts towards the door, wiping her soil-ridden hands on the side of her pants but Cece grabs her arm. "No, stay. You need to hear this too. Your mother should know."

"Know what?" Beck asks, her brow furrowed in concern, her heart quickens. "Is it…"

"It's Thelonious," she says finally. Beck feels her shoulders fall, slowly. "He's been shot."

Both Pike and Beck wear mirror expressions. Their eyes are wide and Beck feels her mouth fall, her breath catching in her throat.

"Shot? When? By who?" Pike is asking and Beck tries to imagine the same things.

"It happened just before the gathering on Alpha. No one knows exactly when but they're working out the details now," Cece explains. "Abby is doing everything she can. She's going to run out of blood and you know Abby." Pike nods. "But he has to live."

"She'll be floated."

"If he dies, Marcus will be acting Chancellor. What Abby's doing, with the kids," she pauses, her glance falls on Beck again and this time she doesn't continue. "She needs more time."

"What can I do?"

"A distraction? Anything that will keep Marcus busy enough that his attention won't be on Abby," says Cece and Pike's head shakes slowly.

"It won't be enough. She'll still be caught, there's no getting around that."

Cece doesn't need to be told that because she already knows. She's likely told herself this a thousand times on her walk down here but she has to try. Her eyes are burning, tears forming in the corners as her gaze locks with Pike's.

Beck feels a flicker of something spark inside of her.

"I can help," she speaks up, caution heavy and she hopes someone will talk her out of it. Only curiosity stares back at her. "I've been working on a new system in West Green. I can buy you twenty, maybe thirty minutes."

"Anything will help," Cece says, grasping Beck's hands. She tries to smile and Beck pretends she doesn't notice the tears fall down the woman's cheeks.

Beck starts towards the door, this time her pause is to look back at Pike over her shoulder. His eyes speak the words he cannot because he knows she's putting herself at risk. He could stop her, volunteer himself, but he's too close to this-too involved in the Council's secrets-that his involvement could put him in danger of being floated.

She won't let that happen.

The halls are bustling, the gentle hum of the machines in the walls, the air handler that is barely functional despite the Council's assurances, all buzz around her, serve as a distraction for her mind that is wild and she wonders if volunteering is a mistake.

Beck hates the word coward, maybe because she feels as though it describes her too well. She doesn't like taking risks and yet she often finds herself in situations where the burden lands on her shoulders. Her gut twists with each passing echo of her steps on the metal caged surface. She's pulled closer and closer towards the danger, closer into the embrace of the lies she can never seem to escape. But lies have always shrouded her since her childhood and she's not sure she will ever escape them.

He doesn't see her right away as she enters the west greenhouse known as "West Green" and her eyes search the room frantically, noting the two young interns in the corner monitoring the irrigation levels with wide eyes of excitement. Bryan jumps when she places a hand on his arm and laughs when he spins around to see it's her, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"You scared the shit out of me," he says, his white teeth exposed.

"I need your help," she says and there is apology in her tone because she shouldn't be dragging him into this lie with her. But she can't do this alone.

"What's wrong?" he says, matching her hushed whisper and he tracks her gaze to the students in the corner and he swallows with effort. "Hey guys, why don't you take off for lunch early. Beck and I will finish the data for the report."

"But Pike said…"

"Don't worry about what Pike said," Beck says, attempting a lightness in her voice that shakes slightly. "We need to double check the numbers anyways. Go on, it's fine. I heard they have something sweet on the menu today."

They don't need coaxing after that as they place their screens on the counter and fight each other out the door, eyes full of excitement. Beck doesn't waste time in pulling one of the discarded screens and punches over a few keys with her soil-ridden fingertips.

"Now do you want to tell me what's happening?" Bryan asks, closing the door once they are alone.

"I can't, not really. At least...I can't go into the details just in case they find out you helped me."

"Helped you do what? Beck what the hell is going on?"

"I need you to help me override the carbon monoxide alarms."

"Override? We just got the system working again and now you want to undo it?"

"It's the only thing I know that will work. With the mechanics repairs on the central ducts last week…" Bryan's forehead creases as she babbles on. "I know it sounds insane but please just help me with this. It..." she pauses short because her next words make her heart tighten. She shouldn't. But she has to. "It could help Nate."

Bryan's silence is heavy as the words sink in. She's manipulating him, her best friend, to help someone who will probably be floated anyways. But if it works, if she can buy Abby enough time to help the Chancellor, then maybe it actually will help Nate. Maybe whatever choice she makes now will give Abby the time she needs for whatever she's planning. With all of them.

"Don't ask me to explain it. I don't want to implicate you more than I already am. But please. Please help me do this."

There is barely a beat before he grabs the other screen.

"What exactly do we need to do?"

Alarms echo through the space and her heart pounds at the same rhythm like a song of terror ringing through her body. It's good. It will fuel the lie, she thinks as she punches in the last several codes into the control screen in her hands.

It's less than ten minutes when the door slides open and six guards hurry in, Marcus Kane following them, complete with mask in hand as he surveys the situation. He, like the rest of them, draws back at the sound as it roars through the room.

"We were just alerted of a carbon monoxide breach!" he shouts and she covers her mouth, hoping it will shield the lie in her expression. "What happened?"

One of the guards approaches, a young man about her age who looks at her in concern as she places the mask he's offered her over her face in faux desperation. It's secure enough though none of them have any need of it.

"It just started going haywire, sir. All the sensors picked up spurts of carbon monoxide infiltration and then the alarms went off, one by one. I've picked up six breaches, all in the West Green area," her voice shakes but she hopes that the alarms and severity of the situation give it legitimacy as she presents the screen to Kane to see.

"Could it be a sensor hardware malfunction?" he asks and she shrugs.

"Maybe, but in six of the greenhouses? I just had engineering down here helping me install the updates last week. It was working fine until now," she explains and his eyes race over the numbers, swiping through the system alerts. "There's a bigger problem," she says, swallowing as his eyes rise up to meet hers.

"What could be a bigger problem?"

"The new central ducting system," she says. "It was installed at the same time as the ones in the West Green residences. They're all connected."

His eyes widen slowly. "But there are no alerts in any of the residences yet."

"No," says Beck. "But not all six greenhouses were flagged at once. If we wait to check…"

"It could be too late," he says, finishing her thought and she realizes she's provided him with enough of a picture of the situation to cause him to feel concerned. "Let's go," he says to her, grabbing hold of her gently as he moves her out of the room. "Let's get out of here in case this isn't a system misread. Miller, Chance, take the others to check the residences immediately, check every compartment until we've got this under control."

"Yes sir," the guards say in unison.

"Baker," Kane says as they reach the corridors. "Alert Sinclair to get down here with some of the mechanics. Tell him it's a priority."

"Yes sir," Baker mirrors and is gone before any further orders can be given.

It will be ten minutes before the mechanics arrive with the chief engineer, another ten before they figure out that the system failure is only a glitch. She can maybe glean a few more minutes if she feigns something drastic. But she's never had a flair for the dramatics. Still, she thinks. If she could just buy a few more minutes. She could faint, she thinks, but that would only draw attention to the med bay and she's supposed to be keeping him here. Crying won't work. She's never had the ability to cry on cue and even if she could, she's not entirely sure it will deter a man like Kane.

Then it comes to her.

She sees the bystanders watching them curiously and she removes her mask, rushing towards a familiar face.

"Hannah," she says. "Have you seen Bryan?" she asks, knowing she has not but Hannah Green's eyes search hers anxiously.

"No, I haven't. Not since breakfast," she says. "What's going on, I heard the alarms?"

"Rebecca," Kane's voice warns from behind her. She ignores him.

"I'm not sure, something is wrong with the…"

"Rebecca!" Kane's voice says louder and she turns to him, feigning innocence as long as she can. "That's enough," he whispers.

"What's going on Kane?" Hannah says. "Is there a problem?"

There is a rise in the clammer around them, bodies pushing against one another so that they can hear better. They wait for an explanation. And with her simple four words, Hannah has inadvertently bought them the time she needs.

LIZ

Abby is going to be floated. Abby, Liz's best friend since childhood, is going to die.

The words are thick, impossible to comprehend as she sits in the compartment, her fingers paused over the small portion of carrots on the cutting board, the knife hovering in her distraction.

"When?" she whispers, the lump in her throat growing and Pike sits at the small table, his head hung low. Across from him Beck looks lost in her own world.

"In the morning," Pike says and the words are dragged out of him with such force that his voice shakes as well.

"I have to be there," Liz says even though she knows that's impossible.

"You can't be there, mom," Beck argues. "If Kane thinks you had anything to do with what happened…"

"I didn't," Liz says, dropping the knife.

"I'm not saying you did, but just being there could throw suspicion on you, on all of us. Your support of Dr. Griffin would look like opposition to Kane's new position."

"She's right, Lizzie. Any perception of your friendship with Abby will be seen as a threat. Kane won't tolerate anyone threatening his claim to power. Not right now when it's hanging in the balance." Pike's eyes are pleading with hers and she shakes her head.

"So I'm supposed to let my friend get floated alone? She doesn't have any family left. They should at least send Clarke to say goodbye…"

"Clarke is on Earth," interrupts Beck and Liz's eyes widen.

"Beck," Pike warns and she turns her eyes to the man, searching his eyes to understand.

"Earth?" she asks and watches as Pike and Beck share a look. "What don't I know, Charles?"

There is reluctance hanging over the both of them but Beck's guilt is front and center despite her attempts to hide it behind the grief at news of Abby.

"Rebecca," Liz asks, her voice hard and Beck is forced to look up.

"The Exodus ship that was launched yesterday," Beck says and Liz nods because it's all anyone has been talking about all day. "It has the prisoners from the Sky Box on board. They've sent them to Earth."

She allows this news to take over her for only a moment before she launches into questions, gripping the counter to keep her balanced as she does.

"And why do you know this? If the citizens haven't been notified yet, why is it that the both of you know this?"

"She heard it from me," Pike says, his attempt to deflect Liz's anger at Beck only works for a moment because they both know he didn't just volunteer the news without Beck's persuasion. "I couldn't tell you. I was under strict orders from the council about the kids. About sending them to Earth. Beck only found out after she told me about the Exodus ship. She saw the kids being loaded on board and came to me."

"Why?" she asks. "Why to Earth? Why now?"

"I don't know," he admits and the answer is easy and she can feel the truth in it. "I gotta get back. We lost time today with the system malfunction in West Green and I need to go run the numbers."

"I can do it for…" Beck starts but Pike shakes his head.

"No, stay here. Get some rest," he says as Beck rises from the table. He catches Liz's eye as he approaches her and he places his hands on her shoulders. "Promise me you won't go there in the morning," he says and her eyes fall from his. "Lizzie."

"She'll be alone," Liz says, her voice strangled by the lump in her throat.

"She won't be alone," he says to her. "And she would not want to put any of us in danger. So please, promise me you won't go."

She doesn't let herself pause to consider otherwise as she replies, "I promise." Tears run down her cheeks and Charles nods, accepting her answer.

She wipes her cheeks, taking a moment to settle her breathing as she stares down at the half-chopped carrots. They are small, smaller than their last harvest, but it's food and her portion allotment has grown since taking on a new member of the household. But she isn't worried about Wyatt. Right now, she's only worried about Beck.

"What happened at West Green?" she asks without turning and she can hear the metal chair shift slightly against the floor.

"Ruled an equipment malfunction, glitch in the sensor's software," Beck replies and it takes too long for the words to come out. Liz feels her eyes close as she shakes her head.

"What did you do?"

"I don't know what…"

Liz spins around. The weight of Abby's looming execution, Sharon's death, the arrival of Wyatt into their household, it's all becoming too much to bear and she can't control the blood that rises in her veins.

"What did you do to the system? I know how hard you worked on replacing those sensors. You spend all your time out at West Green and it just passed inspection without a hitch three days ago. So enough with the lies, Rebecca. What happened to the system?"

"She needed more time," Beck whispers and it's barely audible under her head, hung low over the untouched rations in front of her.

"Who?!" Liz feels her voice rising with her temper.

"Dr. Griffin," Beck says. "Cece came to ask Pike for help in getting Abby more time to fix the Chancellor in surgery so I helped."

"She had no right to ask that of you…"

"She didn't. I volunteered. It was easy and untraceable. It bought her enough time to finish."

"I don't care what it helped Abby do, you should not have placed yourself in such a position! If they had found out what you had done...Jesus how could you have been so careless?!"

"I'm not a child," Beck says and the defiance in her voice is new, attributed to the recent transition in their lifestyle and she knows the reason behind it though she isn't adjusting to the new attitude well. "You would have done the same thing. If I would have told you beforehand you would have forbid me to help."

"And if you'd have been caught?"

"Better me, than you," Beck says and it's not laced in bitterness or contempt.

"What does that mean?"

"It means, that if I was caught and floated, at least you'd be here with Wyatt. Without you, do you think I'd have been in any shape to raise a 10 year-old?"

"Beck," she whispers. "Honey, you don't have to be afraid of that."

"I am afraid, mom," she whispers. "If the Chancellor dies, our secret is at risk. I'm not a kid any more. If they find out, if it's used against us, Wyatt will be left without both of us. I had to do whatever I could to stop that from happening."

Her eyes are red and glistening under the poor lighting above them and Liz walks quickly towards her daughter, pulling her close to her body. Beck's face falls onto her shoulder and Liz lets her fingers run through Beck's long hair. They stay like that for many moments, Liz rocking ever so slightly as Beck buries her face deeper to smother the cries.

"Honey, Wyatt is your brother. But this secret, it's not your responsibility, okay?" she says into her ear and after a long moment she feels Beck shift in her arms.

She pulls back so that she's standing, looking at Liz and her eyes hold so many unspoken words that seem to say everything she is feeling.

"You made it my responsibility when you got knocked up for the second time," she says and it's as if all the breath leaves Liz's chest. "You made it the responsibility of an eleven year old girl when you let yourself make the same mistake twice, knowing your implant was faulty. You knew what would happen and yet you made me bear that burden with you."

"Beck," Liz begs, stepping towards her but Beck takes another step back.

"I keep your secret, mom, because I have no other choice. You never gave me one."

And with that she's gone, disappearing into the small compartment of a room she is crammed in, a space made smaller by the presence of another cot for Wyatt who has only recently moved into their small accommodations.

Liz has a feeling if the doors had hinges, she would have heard a slam.

BECK

Earth.

She thinks she'll probably die before she makes it there but she allows herself a moment to speculate what she'll find if she survives the crash.

Earth is survivable, according to the 100, and despite the dangers that await them if they make it, she thinks she'd rather die trying to get there than slowly suffocate to death on a dying spaceship.

She thinks about the trees, about real soil and running water and she wonders if she might ever learn how to swim if she could just get make it there and see it for herself but she doesn't see how that's possible now.

Some of them are going to die. Not all of them are going to make it and there is no way of predicting which ones. So they sit there, strapped into the corridors with makeshift seat belts and Wyatt's hand is crushing hers. Despite her fear, she looks over at him and his eyes are on hers and she can see his lip trembling as his eyes search her own. Her mother is there too, and on the other side of her is Pike. Both of them give her encouraging looks.

"We're going to make it," she whispers and Wyatt isn't convinced and his hand squeezes tighter as he attempts a nod. She squeezes back. "You'll see," she says. "Soon we'll be on Earth, can you believe that? We'll get to see what all the fuss is about with our own eyes."

"What about the grounders?" he asks, his voice low and she can barely hear him over her pounding heart. There is murmuring everywhere, fearful glances and tears pouring from helpless eyes. "Matty says…"

"Don't listen to what Matty says. I'll protect you from any grounder that comes your way, got it?" He nods. "Now, hold on tight. This is going to be a bumpy ride."

His hand is gripped around hers tightly when she looks back up to her mother and she sees a small smile in the corner of her lips.

"I'm sorry," Beck whispers and it's been over a month in the works but she's finally said it and her mother doesn't take the time to gloat. Her smile only widens. "I'm sorry for what I said."

"I know," her mother replies. "I'm sorry too." Beck takes a deep breath, trying to steady her own raging heart and she closes her eyes. "We'll make it," her mother adds and Beck just nods, mirroring her brother and she realizes her mother sounds more convincing.

There's a voice then, not the commanding voice of the chancellor she knows. This voice is calm and warmly washes over her.

"In peace, may you leave this shore." There is a lump in her throat and her breath is staggered as she lets it out. "In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels...until our final journey to the ground….may we meet again."

"May we meet again," she whispers, her voice catching slightly. She's said it a hundred times at least and this is the first time it gives her chills. She feels the gooseflesh rise across her skin and there is real uncertainty in her heart.

"Sinclair," Jaha says over the coms. "Take us home."

"Taking us home, sir," is Sinclair's response and Beck feels the grip on her right hand tighten this time.

She turns to see Bryan on her right. He's doing his best to remain brave but as their fingers lace it's clear he's just as scared as she is.

"Initiate Go-Sci separation. In 5..4..3...2…"

Beck doesn't hear the one because her heart is in her throat and she doesn't hear the hum of confusion when nothing happens. She's lost in in mind, words whispered over and over in her head that things will be ok. That she will be ok. They'll make it.

She doesn't even gasp as minutes later she feels the rough jerk of the spaceship around them and they quickly descend to Earth.

They are going home.

Coming Up: We reunite with the characters in season 3, we see Bellamy and Roan (note: there will be changes to various plots throughout the story)