#wanheda

Clarke Griffin + Village / Kiki Rockwell

//I could burn your motherfucking village to the ground

I do not roll over like a motherfucking hound

I could crack your skull between these motherfucking thighs

I could doom your lineage with one look from these eyes

The 72 hours had come to an end.

The hum of machinery echoed in Hannah's ears as she sat on a metal bench, watching everyone move frantically from one place to another. Technicians shouted orders, engineers double-checked the systems, and guards stood firmly at every corner and door.

All of it happening while the countdown ticked away mercilessly, tightening the knot in her chest with every second that passed.

00:09:52

00:09:51

She shouldn't have been surprised. For the past three days, her mind had tried to picture what this moment would be like, and in every imagined scenario, she had expected something... calmer. But in the end, this was humanity's most desperate gamble.

The footsteps approaching after several minutes of solitude weren't the ones she had hoped to hear. She still held on to the hope that her mother or father would appear, even though she'd already said goodbye to them and cried everything she had left in their arms. But it was Marcus Kane who stopped in front of her.

She had expected someone else, maybe Abby, who had run countless medical tests on her the day before. Though Abby was probably busy saying goodbye to her daughter, just like the Chancellor was with Wells.

Kane seemed to understand her confusion. "Abby asked me to come see you. She's a bit tied up."

Still, Hannah dared to voice one of the many questions swirling through her thoughts. "What exactly am I supposed to do down there?"

Kane exhaled, taking a seat beside her and signaling the guards to wait. "Survive."

She sighed. It wasn't the first time she had heard that answer. "How am I supposed to do that?" she asked softly, eyes fixed on her hands.

"You're more capable than you think," he explained. "We had to be careful in our selection. You weren't chosen randomly. Your reports say you scored highest in Earth Survival Skills, Environmental Systems, Earth Survival Theory, Applied Botany..."

But before he could finish listing all the classes she had taken, Hannah interrupted.

"Because I studied," she said bitterly. "Because I memorized the answers. That doesn't make me... whatever you all think I am."

"No," Kane agreed. "But we've seen how you react under pressure. You don't panic, Hannah. You calculate. You adapt. You protect. That's what the others will need down there."

Still, she didn't seem convinced. "You have an advantage. Your mother's a doctor—you've seen enough to treat wounds, analyze plants, identify infections. Your father's a captain, spent his life in the Guard. I saw you training with him when you were only five. And most importantly... you'll do what it takes to keep others alive."

Hannah looked at him, wishing she could believe his words. But fear and doubt were louder than hope.

"If I fail... they die." And Kane nodded, honest and calm.

"That's true. But if you don't try, they'll die anyway." And maybe that was enough to stir something in her chest.

"I'm scared..." she admitted, feeling her hands tremble as the numbers kept falling.

"We're not sending you down there to die, Hannah. We're sending you because we believe you can survive."

00:00:00

Hannah closed her eyes the moment the ship detached from the Ark, hurling through the dark emptiness of space toward Earth. The security belt strapping her to that cold metal seat felt suffocating, and the fact that she was surrounded by 99 unconscious strangers offered little comfort.

So she tried to focus on something else—until her gaze landed on Nathan, seated beside her. It had been months since his arrest, and even before that, they rarely saw each other. He didn't look too different now, maybe the only visible change was the facial hair beginning to grow.

To her, everyone else in that ship was a delinquent, a complete stranger. Faces she may have passed once or twice in the halls. The only familiar ones were Clarke, Wells, and Nathan.

Like Hannah, all four of them had been born, raised, and lived their whole lives in Alpha Station. A place usually inhabited by the Ark's most important officers and staff. It was rare to see children or young people wandering its grey corridors, as most of the population was made up of older adults.

Clarke and Wells were best friends, their parents had been close since childhood, a bond passed on like a family tradition. Hannah's friendship could never match the connection those two shared. It wasn't intentional on their part, but she often felt left out. 

Things were different with Nathan. They had grown up training together under their fathers, who both served in the Guard. He defended her when needed, and she did the same for him. Their personalities aligned easily, and being together always felt... natural.

But everything changed when Nathan got arrested, trying to prove himself to his father.

Since then, they hadn't spoken. And now, there he was, just inches away. Unaware of everything happening... or everything about to happen.

"What the fuck..." A voice broke through Hannah's thoughts. People were starting to wake up.

Hannah scanned her surroundings, recognizing a few faces and trying to place others.

Next to her, Nathan began to stir. He woke slowly, a grimace on his face. His head turned as he remembered his father's final words, words he had stubbornly ignored.

Then his brown eyes locked onto Hannah.

"Hannah?" His voice was raspy, still dazed. "You're here?" Though it sounded more like a question to himself.

She looked at him and nodded, her hands tightening on the harness straps. "Seems like it."

Nathan blinked, trying to make sense of it. "They arrested you?" The answer was probably obvious, but he still couldn't believe it. "What'd you do? Steal someone's book?" he asked sarcastically, eyebrows raised. Hannah and "arrested" didn't belong in the same sentence.

She didn't respond right away—she hadn't really thought of how to answer that question. "Something like that..."

He scoffed, half-laughing, half-disbelieving. "Never thought I'd see you here. You were the golden one, remember?"

Hannah rolled her eyes, but Nathan only grinned. Slowly, it felt like things were almost back to the way they used to be.

"None of us are anymore." "Guess not."

Silence fell—not awkward, but familiar. They'd been here before. In the mess hall, in training rooms, in quiet hallways when neither of them could sleep. Silence had always been a part of them.

Soon, that silence was replaced by the Chancellor's voice. Hannah turned to the screen in front of her, listening to the others react. She had already heard those words. But something else drew her attention—one of the panels flashing in a strange pattern.

"I missed this," Nathan said, and she turned to look at him. "Talking to you."

Hannah didn't reply. The words caught in her throat. But she knew... she missed it too.

That moment shattered when the ship began to shake and an alarm blared across the cabin. Hannah's eyes snapped back to the panel—its red light flashing urgently.

"Warning. Atmospheric entry in progress." A robotic voice rang out, and the ship shook harder.

Screams filled the drop ship, panic spreading fast. Hannah's heart pounded violently in her chest. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and—trying to summon courage—unbuckled her harness.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Nathan straightened, grabbing her arm.

Hannah looked at him urgently, pulling away but not leaving her seat completely. "I have to check something." She didn't wait for an answer.

She made her way toward the panel, grabbing onto anything within reach. She sat in front of the monitors and buckled the safety straps tightly around her torso.

Her fingers flew over the controls and interface, scanning for damage. Until someone sat beside her.

"What are you doing? Are you a pilot? Do you even know this system?" asked a guy with medium-length dark hair and Asian features.

Hannah shook her head honestly. "No. Do you?"

He shook his head as well. "No, but I know this system. Well... kind of... enough."

"Then help me. I think the descent control is offline," Hannah said.

The guy scanned the data quickly, but his face went pale. "We're coming in too fast. If we don't stabilize, we're going to burn up."

He didn't need to say it again—Hannah was already entering commands.

"Can you redirect through the auxiliary thrusters?"

He swallowed hard. "I can try..."

Hannah fought to stay focused amid the chaos.

"No... I can't redirect all of it. Maybe... just enough to slow us down."

"Do it," Hannah ordered, gripping the seat as she closed her eyes.

The ship tilted, groaned, and screamed.

Then, A violent crash. Metal shrieked.

The lights went out. And everything fell silent.

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Solitary Confinement Discussion

(It’s a rant, but let’s just call it a discussion)

SPOILERS FOR THE 100!

Why does no one talk about Clarke being in solitary? Like, she was literally, as a 17 year old CHILD, but in the Sky Box in solitary for a year.

The United Nations' "Mandela Rules" prohibit placements in solitary beyond 15 consecutive days. Because, you know, that’s the humane treatment of prisoners. But Clarke. Clarke was in solitary confinement for a year. And not even because she committed some great crime and was psycho or anything. She was just traumatised because she saw her dad being killed, was told that she and everyone on the Ark was going to die, and she was shoved into a cell just for damage control.

And it’s literally never talked about. Other than the first episode, we see nothing of it. Not the ramifications or, you know, the major trauma. Which is actually insane because when she is finally let out, she doesn’t even have any time to process or properly adjust because she is being sent basically to her death. And then they released the ground was survivable.

Even after all of that, after being alone with nothing but her thoughts for so long, she stepped up. They landed on the ground, and she chose not only to try and help everyone, but to actively LEAD them.

But what’s worse? That wasn’t the only time. Clarke always ends up by herself. First in solitary, and then after Praimfaya, and then at the end of the show.

Yes, she had Madi, but… she was still alone for that first month. And as much as Madi was there, she was also a six year old child who needed Clarke. Clarke had no one she could actually talk to, or to help her. She was alone. As always, she was on her own with the responsibility and decisions she made. But also, Clarke has been a victim of hallucinations (after Finn’s death). It’s a very real possibility that until Skaikru and Diyoza’s crew came back, that she had to ask if Madi was even real.