The 100: Rump In The Ground

Back in the dropship location camp.

Wells had just finished burying the dead bodies of the two guys left to rot in the dropship. He made his way through the forest and back to the dropship, carrying the clothes he had taken from the corpses.

As he walked, most of the teens were chatting in groups, playing, and fooling around. Others had better ideas about how to spend their time, getting to know girls and wasting no time making out in the open. Some were grunting in pleasure as they got straight to business elsewhere around the camp.

When Wells walked in front of the dropship, a guy called out to him.

"Hey, where'd you get the clothes?" Atom asked, eying the items in Wells's hands.

"Buried the two kids who died during the landing," Wells stated simply, looking at him.

"Smart. You know, I'll take it from here," Atom said, trying to take the stuff from Wells's hands. "There's always a market for…"

"We share based on need, just like back home," Wells said, evading Atom's grubby hands.

"You still don't get it, do you, Chancellor?" Bellamy said, suddenly appearing with a naked torso. He walked out of the dropship with a girl who kissed him before leaving.

"This is home now. Your father's rules no longer apply," Bellamy said with a chuckle as he walked up to Wells and took a shirt from his arms.

Bellamy took the shirt and walked a distance away from him. Wells, pissed off, wanted to get it back, but Atom stopped him.

"Oh, no, no, Atom. Atom, hold up," Bellamy chuckled, stopping him. Then, he looked at Wells, confronting and inciting him. "You want it back? Take it."

Wells had other ideas instead of following Bellamy's game. He dropped the clothes on his arms to the ground beside the other teens. Atom tried to grab them, but the teens got ahead of him.

"Get those boots!" The delinquent teens wasted no time getting into the clothes like piranhas, taking whatever they could.

"Is this what you want? Chaos?" Wells asked angrily.

"What's wrong with a little chaos?" Bellamy asked with a shrug as he wore the shirt he had taken.

"AAaaaaaahhhh" Suddenly, there was a girl screaming and whimpering.

"Bellamy. Check it out. We want the Ark to think the ground is killing us, right?" Murphy said with a sadistic smile. He had a girl in his grip, putting her face near the hot fire of a campfire, enjoying what he was doing to her. His face was badly swollen from the punch Alaric had given him, making him look creepy. "Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first."

"Let her go!" Wells yelled as he quickly pushed Murphy away from the girl.

"You can stop this," Wells said to Bellamy, not understanding why he was doing this.

"Stop this? I'm just getting started," Bellamy chuckled.

Murphy suddenly gave Wells a sucker punch and a few more before Wells started fighting back.

"Fight!" Someone called out.

Then all the teens started getting excited, eagerly chanting, "Fight!"

The fight continued until Wells managed to punch Murphy really good, leaving him on the floor. Wells stood up.

"Don't you see you can't control this?" Wells said to Bellamy, trying to show him that he was wrong.

"You're dead," Murphy said as he got up from the floor with a punched and bloody face, gripping his knife.

Wells became alert as he prepared himself, seeing Murphy grip a knife.

"Wait. Fair fight," Bellamy said as he stopped Murphy and dropped a knife in front of Wells.

The kids murmured excitedly about what was about to happen. "Pick it up! Come on. Do it! Yeah!" Clamoring for blood.

Wells picked it up and exchanged a few cuts with Murphy as they avoided each other's knives. Eventually, Murphy managed to hurt Wells's arm.

"Aah!" Wells cried out, feeling the pain.

"This is for my father!" Murphy called out as he tried to stab him again.

Wells fended him off and instead grabbed him in a chokehold with his knife leaning against Murphy's neck just a little finger movement away from slicing open his throat. "Drop it!"

"Wells! Let him go!" Clarke suddenly said as she appeared along with the group back from the river.

Alaric and Clarke walked into the fight, and Wells released Murphy. However, Murphy had other ideas and tried to keep attacking Wells.

"Whoa! Hey!" Bellamy said as he blocked Murphy's way, seeing that his sister was there. He also saw how Alaric was eyeing him like prey. "Enough, Murphy."

Bellamy was right; Alaric was eyeing him like prey. Alaric quickly took his gun from his waist as he was entertained with Murphy, and kicked his ass from behind, sending him stumbling to the ground. Then, he took the chance to punch Murphy's chin, knocking him off.

Alaric quickly cocked the gun and pointed it at Atom as he tried to make a move.

"Are you ready to die?" Alaric asked Atom simply, as if making a normal statement.

Atom shit himself, stopping dead, not having the guts to move or blink.

"That's right, little bitch," Alaric smiled widely at him. "Go on, bitch. Get away from here."

Atom didn't dare say anything as he moved away to stay between the teens in the crowd, who were also scared and alarmed while looking at him.

"Alaric! Can't you be a little softer with him?" Octavia said to him as she passed by his side to check on Bellamy.

"Sorry, babe, but I need this more than him," Alaric chuckled as he decocked the gun and stored it in front of him. "He can still keep fooling around the camp without needing it."

Octavia harrumphed but didn't fight with him. Instead, she checked on Bellamy.

"I'm fine," Bellamy reassured Octavia as she checked on him. His words sounded frustrated as he had lost the pistol to Alaric.

"Octavia, how are you? Are you all right?" Bellamy then asked, focusing on her instead. He knew he couldn't do anything to Alaric at the moment, even if he wanted to.

"Yeah," Octavia said with a sweet smile. "Thanks to Alaric, who protected and took care of me."

"What? What happened?" Bellamy asked, alarmed, noting the change in his sister as she smiled at him but was actually looking at Alaric the whole time. He released a frustrated sigh.

"A big snake-looking thing almost bit me in a river, but Alaric took me away safely as he faced it," Octavia said with lovestruck eyes and an adoring voice. "It was terrifying; I don't know what would have happened."

"That's good," Bellamy said, relieved, with a twitching eyebrow. Now he was less pissed off at having lost the pistol to Alaric, as at least Alaric cared about Octavia. "Where's the food?"

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather," Alaric stated to him and everyone, looking at the teens around them.

"What the hell happened out there?" Bellamy asked quietly as he stood up from the ground.

"We were attacked," Clarke said worriedly.

"Attacked? By what?" Wells asked, confused.

"Not what. Who," Monty said from the side. "It turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last Grounder."

"It's true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong," Clarke explained to him and everyone. "There are people here, survivors."

"The good news is, that means we can survive," Clarke continued with a worried voice. "Radiation won't kill us, but whoever these Grounders out there are, they will."

"Yeah, they pierced a big fucking spear through Finn's chest across a fucking river," Jasper said loudly to everyone with a tingling voice.

Every teen gasped at that. Some were surprised, others worried and terrified, and many thoughts were running through their heads.

"Then, is he dead?" Wells asked quietly and worriedly as things were getting out of hand.

"At first, we thought that was the case. But he wasn't. They took him," Clarke said to him. Then she looked at his wrist. "Where is your wristband?"

"Ask him," Wells said with a despising voice as he looked at Bellamy.

Bellamy was silent. Octavia looked at him with a worried expression.

"How many?" Clarke asked quietly.

"Twenty-four and counting," Murphy said from the ground as he woke up, touching his hurting chin.

"Hey! Stop knocking me out," Murphy then yelled with a tingle of fear and terror in his voice to Alaric.

"Stop being a dick," Alaric said nonchalantly. "At some point, I will let you rest forever in the ground. Don't even try to mess with me if you don't want to end up dead. You have one chance to try it."

Murphy didn't say anything more, avoiding Alaric's gaze. He didn't have the guts to do that, knowing Alaric's records and what he was doing to him.

"You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing, that's why they brought us down here," Clarke went on a rampage after hearing that amount of wristbands removed. "They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us!"

"We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her," Bellamy quickly said as he tried to steer the ship with his plans from sinking. "She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good."

"How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves," Bellamy continued, inciting them. "That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!"

"Yeah!" The delinquent teens cheered. "Yeah!" They clamored for a while.

"Good speech," Alaric chuckled at Bellamy. These teens couldn't be more stupid, but he didn't have any intentions to stop Bellamy, they were useful in stopping the enemy as they died first.

Bellamy let out a relieved sigh as he saw that Alaric didn't mess with him. Octavia was also happy seeing that Alaric wouldn't do anything to her brother, so she went to Alaric and kissed him.

"Octavia!" Bellamy called out, a little pissed off.

"What?" Octavia shrugged him off as she kissed Alaric again. "He is my boyfriend and man."

"Dammit," Bellamy ragged, already noting that something more intimate happened between her and Alaric.

"Come on," Clarke said as she took her brother's hand and led him away. "Let's look for Finn."

Octavia moved with them, and Jasper along with Monty followed them too.

Bellamy sighed, irritated, and followed as he wanted to talk with his sister.

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A while later.

Inside the dropship.

Clarke was feeling overwhelmed by the situation as she sighed after packing the map and a few things in a backpack.

Alaric grabbed her from the ground and put her on his lap as he was sprawled in one of the seats of the ship.

"Hey, don't worry," Alaric reassured her as he took her chin with one hand to make her look at him while caressing her back with his other to calm her down. "I'm here. I'm here, sister, and I will do everything in my power until my last breath to make sure nothing happens to you. Okay?"

Clarke was so touched by her twin's words that she broke down with tears of happiness for having such a loving brother and lover. "I love you," Clarke whispered as she took his face into her hands and kissed him, pouring her feelings into it.

She got more and more frisky and horny as she straddled his waist, intending to release pressure and emotions that way. She moved eagerly her hips on him as she started taking his shirt off to feel more of him.

*Clank* Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening and closing. *Clank*

"There you are, guys," Wells said as he entered the place. "Oh, you are busy."

"It's alright," Clarke said, a little annoyed but still not intending to make a big deal of it. She kissed her brother one last time as she left his lap.

Clarke prepared the bag with the last few things on the ground and closed it.

"When my father said they didn't leave us anything, he really meant it," Wells commented, seeing there was nothing useful beyond the map.

"Yeah," Alaric nodded. "They are a bunch of pricks. But it's understandable, I suppose."

"How is it?" Alaric asked as he eyed Wells's wound.

"It's just a scratch," Wells sighed as he said that.

"You're making friends fast. Keep it covered," Clarke said as she gave it a look. "It could get infected."

"Nice pack," Clarke then commented, seeing what Wells was wearing.

"Yeah, seat belts and insulation. I also packed part of the parachute; figured we could use it to carry out Finn," Wells said with a smile.

"Good. Give it to someone else," Clarke said, hearing him. "You're not coming with us."

"My ankle's fine," Wells retorted.

"It's not your ankle, Wells, it's you," Clarke said with a sigh.

"You came back for reinforcements. I'm gonna help," Wells pressed.

"Alright, let's take a breath," Alaric said as he took his sister back into his lap and kissed her neck to calm her down.

"Wells, I think it's time we get sincere with each other and start telling the truth between us," Alaric said as he looked at Wells over his sister's shoulder. "You will tell us the truth if you still consider me your brother and Clarke's best friend."

"What truth?" Clarke asked, a little confused.

"He is hiding something from us related to what happened," Alaric said as he looked at Wells.

"What is it?" Clarke pressed.

Wells was hesitating.

"What is it? Wells!" Clarke pressed again seeing him like that.

Wells was frustrated, not knowing what to do as he looked at Clarke and Alaric, his best friends pressing him for the truth.

"Come on! Wells! Say it!" Alaric also bellowed at him.

"I don't do it. Alright? I don't do anything. Dammit!" Wells yelled back, frustrated, as he broke down.

"What?" Clarke whispered, not believing it.

"Why are you taking the blame then? What did you know?" Alaric pressed for more info.

Wells didn't have the guts to say it.

"What did you know? Wells!" Alaric yelled again.

"I overheard it..." Wells muttered.

"Why are you taking the blame then?" Clarke asked with a hurt voice as she was already thinking of something.

"Don't make me tell you, please," Wells said with pain in his voice.

"Tell me, Wells. I must know!" Clarke said with a broken voice.

"It was your mom... I overheard when she told the council about it," Wells closed his eyes in pain. "I'm sorry, Clarke. I'm sorry; I didn't want you to be hurt."

"Brother," Clarke said with trembling lips as she threw herself into Alaric's chest. "Brother, Mom was the one who betrayed us!"

Alaric didn't say anything, but the armchair of the seat broke apart from how much force he was using to stay calm. He already feared this could be a possibility since he heard Wells before.

"Brother?" Wells's lips trembled with a weird look as he looked at them both.

"Fuck!" Alaric cried out with a pained voice.

"How could she? How could mom do that to us?" Clarke said, crying in his chest, not understanding why.

"Mom, you are so stupid. Dammit," Alaric said as a sad tear ran down his cheeks.