Regina(On Hold) // The 100

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Clarke, Anakin, and I were left at the door of Mount Weather. Faced with the possibility of being unable to gain access through the main entrance, our only option was to navigate through the treacherous Reaper tunnels. Unbeknownst to Bellamy, Lexa's army had already withdrawn. Our hope lay in his ability to rescue our people.

We jogged through the tunnels as a trio until we finally reached the door. To our surprise, Octavia stood there alone, clearly startled by our unexpected arrival. "Octavia," Clarke said. "You stayed."

"Screw you," Octavia sneered. She turned her back to us. "Of course, I stayed. I know where my loyalties lie." Octavia harbored a deep grudge against Clarke, and her disposition towards anything Clarke attempted was far from fondness.

"We have to get in there." Clarke ignored Octavia's comment and rushed to the door.

Octavia grabbed her arm. "If that was possible, do you think I'd still be out here?" she asked. Clarke looked into the cart right below the garbage chute. Fox. I wondered how many more people were still alive. "Why did Lexa sound the retreat?"

"She made a deal with Mount Weather. Freed the Grounders," I told her. "Now we're on our own." Octavia looked at Anakin. He remained silent, unresponsive to our words. It became evident that he didn't comprehend English, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for speaking in a language he couldn't grasp.

Clarke walked to the door with a gun in her hand and started banging on the door.

"Stop. They'll know we're here," Octavia said. Clarke turned around as she tried to think. "What about Lincoln? There's no way he'd have gone along with a plan like this."

"He didn't," I told her. "They took him. Anakin is risking everything to be with us."

In the heat of the moment, Clarke aimed her gun at the lock. "What's wrong with you?" Octavia asked and pushed the gun away.

"I am getting through that door."

"And that's your plan? Bellamy's counting on you. Everyone's always counting on you."

"What do want from me?" Clarke begged. She stood on the precipice of an emotional breakdown, her trembling lip and teary eyes betraying the overwhelming turmoil within her.

"You trusted Lexa. You let a bomb drop on Tondc. You let all those people--"

"I am doing the best I can," Clarke interrupted.

"Well, it's not good enough."

"Stop arguing," I ordered and walked to the lock. "Fighting won't solve anything." When the door emitted a sharp beep, Anakin swiftly rushed forward, brandishing his sword, prepared to confront whoever stood on the other side.

We were all relieved to see Bellamy, Jasper, and Monty when it opened. "Bellamy?" Octavia ran to give her brother a hug. Then she turned to Jasper and Monty. "I knew it. You two are too scrawny to drill," she joked, giving them a hug. Behind them was a girl wearing a hazmat suit.

"It's all right. She's with us," Jasper said.

"Where's your army?" Bellamy asked.

"Gone, just as yours," Clarke responded. "Say you have a plan." I could tell Clarke was getting more desperate by the minute.

Bellamy shook his head. "Not really. We need to talk to Dante. Maya says he's in quarantine." Bellamy turned around heading back through the door.

"Clarke, Enyo," Jasper said, excited to see us. He and Monty both gave us hugs. They pulled away when Maya's oxygen tank started to beep. "Thirty minutes," Jasper breathed. "We just changed it. That can't be right. Um... It's her last tank."