Let it happen || Clarke Griffin¹

1. five

The group of delinquents couldn't seem to catch a break. By the time morning had come around, the second watch had found Wells' body in amongst some trees. It was a shock to most of the camp, no one had excepted the grounders to strike so close to the camp grounds and now that they had, no one felt safe.

Athena was stood not too far away from the place they buried all the bodies. Her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes locked on the head of blonde hair that was kneeled over Wells' grave. She spotted Finn walking towards her and as much as she wanted to stop him from disturbing her, there was a part of her that knew nothing would be able to.

Finn liked Clarke. She had to accept that.

She didn't want to accept it, she wanted to scream at him for the way he was going on, how unfair it was to everyone involved but she couldn't find it in her. Instead, she'd watched from the sidelines like she always did. Unseen, unnoticed, until she was needed again.

The second she watched Finn pull out something to give to the blonde, she left her spot and headed back towards the dropship. She wasn't about to watch them have a moment.

Her peacefulness in the dropship didn't last long and soon enough she found her eyes snapping towards Clarke as she headed towards them. Monty looked up at her in confusion but when she held her arm for him, he instantly knew what it was about and started to get to work.

"Yes! I did it. It's still operational." Monty exclaimed.

"What? Monty needed a working wristband." Clarke shrugged at the look Finn gave her.

"And you needed to punish your mother." Finn added on.

"Look, they're running out of air, and we need their help. My mother thinking I'm dead is only temporary." Clarke explained.

"Not if I can't patch it through the dropship main frame." Monty muttered, wincing in pain slightly when Athena hit him up the head. "I can do it. We'll be talking to The Ark by nightfall."

"You really think you can do it?" Athena lowly asked him.

"I'm praying I can." Monty nodded.

She nodded back at him and ruffled his hair slightly, earning herself a shove to the arm but he still laughed. "Shout if you need me."

"Will do." Monty hummed and got back to work.

Just as she was about to leave, Octavia popped her head in the room and motioned for her to follow her. There was a serious look on her face, one that Athena had never seen before and it made her body tense as she hurried after her.

"What's going on?" Athena asked and pushed open the tent.

"This." Octavia muttered and motioned towards the knife.

"This knife was made from metal from the dropship." Clarke told them.

"What do you mean?" Jasper asked.

"Who else knows about this?" Bellamy asked.

"No one. We brought it straight here." Octavia said.

"Clarke?" Jasper muttered.

"It means the grounders didn't kill Wells." Athena spoke up while motioning for the knife. Once the blonde handed it over she messed with it in her hands. It seemed familiar but she couldn't figure out where from. "It was one of us."

"So there's a murderer in camp?" Jasper asked.

Bellamy let his eyes flicker over Athena and she instantly dropped the knife back onto the table. "There's more than one murderer in this camp. This isn't news. We need to keep this quiet."