What doesn't kill you [The 100]

Welcome to Earth, heathen.

I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust

I'm breathing in the chemicals

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Clarke woke with a weak gasp, instinctively letting out a panicked: "Dad!"

The blonde medic-student winced and reached her hand up to cradle her throbbing head. She felt a wet substance. Automatically, she brought back down her hand and managed to make out the substance to be her blood.

It was then she noticed one very important thing.

She wasn't in her room.

She was in a small space which she quickly identified to be the inside of a pod.

'Where am I?' Clarke wondered, mindful not to make any more sudden movements, lest her head injury gets worse.

She tried to bring forward her last lucid memories, desperately trying to piece together her current situation while remaining calm, because any respectful doctor needed to be able to stay calm under dire situations. The fact that she wasn't really a doctor didn't matter.

Resolutely, she ignored the small childish part of her that screamed out that she was just seventeen and deserved to be distressed.

She needed to focus.

The last thing she remembered was—

"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Here. Keep that for me."

Clarke whimpered in distress, not bothering to hide her sobs. No one seemed to be around to hear them anyway, so she didn't have to pretend to be strong.

"Dad," she choked out, finally noticing she was wearing her father's watch.

She remembered everything clearly now. Her father had found a glitch in the system and figured out that the Ark was dying. At best, they had two years of oxygen left and only one year at worst. Her mother and father argued about whether or not to let the others know and Clarke, being the too trusting and foolishly naive that she was, had confided in her best friend Wells.

That was her biggest mistake, she found out as soon as the guards had arrested her father.

As soon as she watched helplessly as her father was floated in front of her eyes for 'treason'. What treason, she wanted to scream out.

Before her eyes, Jaha had went from her kind but stern uncle to a cold leader who was willing to murder his own friend for wanting to do the right thing.

Wells had went from being her best friend, the only person in the Ark whom she could tell everything, to a treacherous coward who strove to suck up to his equally treacherous father.

Jaha didn't even have the decency to let her grief her father's death for more than five minutes before ordering her arrest as well for assisting in treason.

She remembered how she had reflexively tried to fight off the guards even as her mother tried assuring her that she would only be sent to the Sky Box and once she turned eighteen her case would be reviewed and they'd release her.

Her mom had almost managed to convince her to go calmly when Jaha shot down her mother's reassurances.

"I'm afraid that isn't possible.." Jaha had dared to sound regretful.