Many Happy Returns (Part Four)

They walked in silence for the next four miles, as darkness grew around them, swallowing the last bits of daylight they had to guide them, solely relying on the occasional moonlight when it wasn't covered by the clouds.

Violet was fuming. She could scream at Clarke some more if even one more thing went wrong today."You don't care about me." She broke the silence.

"Huh?"

"You never cared about me, it was always you first." "I never noticed, I'm sorry." "You owe me." "I know I d- we're here." Clarke's voice brightened, as the three of them stopped in their tracks.

They were at the Ark.Not just the dropship, the entire ark, was in front of them, lit up and surrounded in a wire fence.

"We're here." Violet repeated, sighing in relief.

"Look at that." Clarke smiled.

"How many, are there?" Anya breathed weakly. "I don't know. A lot I hope." Clarke turned, looking at Anya.  She began untying the rope from her wrists, tossing it aside. "I'm letting you go," she sighed, "I'm not weak, but I'm not like you. Our only chance against Mount Weather is to beat them together. To beat them, we'll need our technology, and your knowledge of this world. I know my people will help. The question is, will yours?" Clarke breathed heavily, looking at her.

"The commander was my second. I can get an audience."

Clarke stuck her hand out, shaking hands with Anya as a truce, both of them locking eyes with softened expressions. "Please hurry." Clarke whispered.Anya nodded, turning towards Violet, kneeling down to her level. "Violet, keep fighting okay?"

She nodded, smiling weakly as she wrapped herself around Anya, hugging her and letting go after a few moments, standing up as Clarke and Violet watched her begin her journey back home.

"AAAAAH!"

"ANYA!" Clarke screamed, a gunshot echoing as Anya collapsed.

"NO!"

Clarke ran, Violet just behind her as another gunshot echoed, Clarke collapsing as she grabbed her arm, kneeling down next to Anya.

"Anya, hey, hey, hey! No, no!" She put her palms over the gunshot wound in Anya's stomach, "Hey, it's okay!"  A third and final gunshot echoed, as Violet collapsed, gasping as pain shot down her leg and she screamed.

"NO, NO!" Clarke yelled, watching Violet as she sobbed, holding onto her knee as lights began darting and moving around them:

"There's gotta be more!"

Violet screamed, standing up as she managed to hobble over towards Clarke, pulling on her arm. "WE NEED TO GO!"

"No, no! I cant leave her!" Clarke, sobbed, holding her hands over Anya's wound, talking to her and trying to keep her awake.

"CLARKE! We need to go, now!" Violet pleaded, sobbing as Clarke stood up and put her arms on her shoulders, looking in her eyes.  "Violet, run! You go, I'll be fine!" 

"Clarke, please!"

"VIOLET, RUN!"