Sparks flew everywhere in the dropship, filling the room with a bright flash before it went back into darkness. "Retrorockets ought to have fired by now." Wells said quickly, voice raised slightly as the began to plummet towards the ground. "Okay, everything on this ship is 100 years old, right" Clarke asked back immediately, speaking quickly as she also panicked. "Just give it a second." She said, her voice a little higher than usual, she hoped it would work.
Wells turned to Clarke, his mind far away from the predicament they were in right now. "Clarke, there's something I have to tell you!" He said, watching as she turned to him, her eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry I got your father arrested." He yelled over the harsh thudding of the ship. "Don't you talk about my father." Clarke shouted back to him emotionally. She took a deep breath, letting her eyes close for a moment and her head rest against her seat again. "Please. I can't die knowing that you hate me." Wells persisted.
Clarke turned to Wells again, her hands gripping onto the red straps that were the only thing keeping her in her seat. "They didn't arrest my father, Wells. They executed him. I do hate you." She said back to him, voice raised so that it could be heard and extra emphasis on the word hate before she turned away from him again.
Clarke closed her eyes taking several deep breaths as more noises came from the old dropship. The lights flickering around them as the thrusters came on. There was a loud thud and I hate sounded like a machine powering down, the lights steadied a little bit though still were unstable. The dropship had stopped moving. Clarke let out a shallow breath, hands still clenched to the belts. "Listen." One of the boys against the wall said. "No machine hum." He said. "Whoa, that's a first." The boy beside him mumbled to himself.
Wells was still looking at Clarke, though she didn't return it. Hearing the buckles unclicking all around the room Clarke looked down briefly and unclipped herself from her seat, immediately getting out of it and away from Wells as fast as she could. She took a few steps across the dropship and knelt down by the boy on the floor near Finn, his beanie no longer on his head. "Finn, is he breathing?" She asked looking at him, the two boys who had followed Finn out of their seats were laying motionless on the floor. Seeing the look on Finn's face, she already knew the answer but still he shook his head.
"The outer door is on the lower level." A man called out. "Let's go!" He said. That snapped Clarke's attention away from Finn who seemed to have realised the action of his consequences, or at least she hoped he had. "No, we can't just open the doors." She said as her head snapped up and she stood up, pulling herself up with on of the seats as she went over to where she'd heard the voice. She began climbing down the ladders to the lower level hearing someone had already taken charge.
"Hey, just back it up guys." A dark haired kid said sternly, his hand outstretched to stop the group of kids approaching the wife door. "Stop!" Clarke demanded as she neared the bottom of the ladders, her eyes on a kid wearing a guards uniform. She jumped down the last couple of steps and easily made her way through the few people to the dark haired kid in front of her. "The air could be toxic." She warned him. "If the air is toxic, we're all dead, anyway." He replied matter of factly before turning back around.
"Bellamy?"
A voice called out, a female one, sounding slightly dazed and confused.
Bellamy however, the kid in the guard uniform turned around slowly, his mouth slightly open as he recognized the voice that had called his name. The woman stepped off the ladder and made her way through the crowd, the dropship quiet now. She stopped walking for a brief moment when she saw Bellamy in front of her, her eyebrow twitching for a second before she walked forward to him, tears reflecting in her eyes.
"My god, look how big you are." Bellamy said emotionally, a new rasp to his voice. He let out a sigh as she hugged him, his hand wrapping around her back and after a moment he pulled back to look at her. She looked down at him once she pulled back, her hand resting on his shoulder and then slid down his arm for a moment and that's when her eyes landed on his jacket. "What the hell are you wearing?" She asked almost in shock making Bellamy look down at his clothes. "A guards uniform?" She continued. "I borrowed it to get on the Drop Ship." He said quickly not wanting her to get the wrong idea. She didn't speak, just looking at him in shock, trying to see through what he was saying. "Someone has got to keep an eye on you." He smiled a bit and she hugged him again making him chuckle softly as he hugged her back, his hand resting on the back of her neck over her long dark hair.
"Where's your wristband?" Clarke asked, choosing this moment to speak up. The girl pulled away from Bellamy, shaking her head to flick her hair away from her face for a moment. "Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year." She said sternly, she began to turn back to face Bellamy when someone else decided to comment on what she'd just said. "No one has a brother." Her jaw clenched some but she couldn't see who had said it, her head turned to the side hearing someone else speak. "That's Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor."
Bellamy pressed his lips together slightly at the comment but he didn't have time to do anything else before he saw his sister lunge forward towards the group of people. He immediately grabbed onto her and held her back. "Octavia, Octavia, no!" He said sternly and tugged her back, he knew that had pissed her off. "Let's give them something else to remember you by." He said, his attention solely focused on her. "Yeah? Like what?" She almost spat back as she wrestled her arm free from his grip.
"Like being the first person on the ground in 100 years." He said with a knowing smile. Octavia smiled back at that, now that, was something she could get behind.