Only The Brave- The 100

1.5

The walk to find Finn and Clarke was long as Margarets thoughts consumed her, repeatedly asking herself what if. She had replayed many scenarios in her head as to how this might play out but the one question that seemed to stand out was... why me?

Why had the grounders 'specifically' asked to speak with her? In her opinions, she was nothing special. Clarke was their leader so she understood why she had been 'summoned', but of all people, why her?

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard incoherent speaking from up ahead, signalling to the girl that she was close. She had to stop herself from turning and running away, but if her being here meant potentially saving the camp, then she'd have to toughen up and deal with it. 

Putting on a brave face, she stepped into a clearing, and twig snapping underneath her feet, catching every bodies attention. Margaret cringed at the amount of attention she had just attracted and observed what was happening. She first noticed Finn who let out a sigh of relief seeing the girl, then her eyes gazed over to Octavia who stood rather closely with the grounder from the drop ship. Then, she saw Clarke and a women in the middle of the bridge in front of her, both of them looking her way. The woman looked terrifying, dressed in all black with a sinister look on her face.

"Better late than never." Finn commented with a smile. "Sure." She replied unsurely. "What the hell is going on." She asked, her eyes darting from Finn, to the grounder, to Octavia. "Clarke's talking to their leader. We're hoping we can leave here with some kind of peace treaty." He explained hopefully, she nodded her head trying to process her situation. "And him?" She questioned, nodding her head towards the grounder, still rather afraid to be standing so close to him.

"His name's Lincoln." Octavia told her, Margaret not missing the way she was around the older man, knowing exactly what was going on between the two. "Hm, go figures." Her heart rate picked up when she noticed Clarke heading their way, with an uncertain look. Stopping in front of Finn and Margaret, she turned to the latter. "She want's to talk to you." 

Margaret's lip began to shake, feeling the woman's and frankly everybody else's eyes watching her closely. "Why." She whispered shakily, she did not want to be where she was, she felt as though she could throw up at any second, probably a mixture of her hang over and her nerves. "I don't know, but we have to try." Explained Clarke, who felt horrible for the shaking girl in front of her, she didn't wan't to pressure her, but Margaret might be there only hope.

Fidgeting with her fingers anxiously, Margaret finally nodded, silently and slowly walking to meet the woman in the middle of the bridge, unbeknownst to the group of 'back up's' that Clarke had enlisted. 

"What the hell is she doing here?" Bellamy thought out loud, watching the girl make her way across the bridge.

Margaret now stood in front of the grounder, and if looks could kill, she would be six foot under. "So you're the night blood?" Asked the grounder, but it came out as more of a comment than a question, one that evoked a lot of confusion within the girl. "I-I don't know what means." She stuttered. "Are you the one that they call Maggie?" The grounder questioned again, making the girls eye's widen, only one person had ever called her that. "Who told you that?" She rushed out, did they find Murphy? Did they hurt him? 

"We have our sources. Give me your hand." The grounder instructed, holding out her own. Hesitantly Margaret placed her hand in her own, watched as she pulled out a knife. "My name's Anya, commander of the twelve clans." She explained, as she dragged the knife across the Kane girls hand, a pained yell escaping her mouth. Anya watched the blood poor from the wound, and the colour confirming our suspicions. 

"What the hell was that for!" Margaret exclaimed, attempting to rip her hand from the womens, who only gripped her wrist and pulled her closer. "You're impossible." She growled lowly, before releasing her. Margaret immediately grabbed her stinging palm in a poor attempt to stop the bleeding. 

"If you come with me now, I'll call of the attack on your camp." Margaret looked up from her wound with wide eyes, shock and fear consuming her.  "Wha-why? What do you want?" Anya opened her mouth to explain further, but was interrupted by Jasper Jordan revealing himself from where he was once hidden who exclaimed; "Margaret run! Run!" 

While Margaret was distracted, Anya swung at her with the dagger in her hand, which the girl narrowly avoided, running back towards the others. Arrows rained from the sky and the delinquents were lucky enough to avoid them. Lincoln however was hit and let out a grunt as he was. "It's just a scratch! Okay. Run! Don't stop till you get behind your walls. Go! Take her!" He urged them, Margaret grabbing a hold of Octavia's wrist, dragging her away from the grounder and back towards camp.

Raven, Bellamy and Jasper had linked up with the small group and they continued to sprint back to safety, nobody stopping for a second in fear that they could very possibly be killed. The large wall came into view and they all entered single file through the gate, arguing with one another.

"You got anything to say?" Questioned Bellamy looking directly at Margaret, making the girl grow rather defensive. "What the hell are you looking at me for?" Before he could reply, Finn intervened but yelling at Clarke; "Yeah. I told you no guns!" "I told you we couldn't trust the Grounders. I was right." She rebutted she too growing defensive. "You're lucky she brought that! They came there to kill you, Finn." Yelled Bellamy, pushing the Collin's boy's shoulder. Margaret was definitely on Finns side in this argument. "You don't know that! Jasper fired the first shot!" She exclaimed, moving to stand between Bellamy and Finn. 

"Well, if we weren't at war already, we sure as hell are now. You didn't have to trust the Grounders. You just had to trust me." With that, Finn had walked off, leaving Clarke, Bellamy and Margaret looking between one another, the latter gripping her palm with a disappointed look on her face. "I just wanted to help." She explained, looking between the two leaders. "How did I end up making things worse?" Seeing the two looking at each other, Margaret decided she needed some space and stepped between the two in the hopes of cooling off.

But before she could an explosion sounds through the air, catching everybodie's attention. "The Exodus ship? Your mom's early." She heard Bellamy say to Clarke, and unfortunately that meant her dad too. But she grew concerned watching the exodus ship as she observed that it was not nearly slowing down. "Wait. Too fast. No parachute? Something's wrong." Clarke voiced her suspicions, but there was nothing they could do. Everybody watched on as the flew straight into the ground with a loud crash, a mushroom cloud erupting in the air. 

Her father and everybody on that ship were dead. Clarke fell to her knee's, completely distraught by the thought of her mother being killed. Margaret rushed to her side and held the shattered girl in her arms as she cried. Not a single tear fell from Margaret's eye's, she just held onto Clarke with her mouth open and her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Her father is dead.