After leaving the Ark with the 100 and going to the ground, life was difficult. Although, earth was free. Fresh air. You and Clarke were the ones who were the best at healing, taking care of injured campers. ———————————————————— You had came back from looking for supplies with Jasper, Monty, and Clarke. Once you four reached the gate, you heard arguing. A deep voice and a hurt voice. Both were hurt. Not physically, emotionally. Must’ve been Bellamy and Octavia. The argumentative siblings. You all couldn’t help but listen outside the gates.

“You got me locked up on the Ark! You wanted me to go to that stupid dance! You got mom killed!” Octavia shouted.

“Mom was floated for having you. She’s dead because you’re alive.” Bellamy had said, his voice shaking slightly.

“That was her choice.” Bellamy paused for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t have a choice.

There was a moment of silence and you and Clarke were staring at each other in shock. After a few seconds of waiting you all walked in, acting like you didn’t hear a thing.

You knew they were staring at you four.