All she saw was white, the blinding white that made it hard to see anything else. Everything hurt, from a staggering pain in her head to a numb and sore feeling in her legs and arms. Anastasia struggled to sit up, placing a hand over her eyes shielding her from the bright orbs in the ceiling that stressed her eyes causing dark circles to fill her view. With every movement, a shooting pain hit her arm like a pin poking itself through her skin over and over again. She tried to distract herself from the pain, focusing on the soft and comfortable bed that she was laying on, but even that made her worry. She began questioning where she was,growing frantic. She tried to get out of the bed she was in, she shook trying to get herself to fully sit up. A piercing flooded through her body, she looked to her side to see a needle coming out of her skin from the extreme force she has been using to get up. She groaned in pain using her other hand to reach over and pull the needle the rest of the way out. It was connected to a tube that was pouring liquid into her veins, and the fact that Anastasia felt so weak, meant that it was probably a sedative. She gently stepped the heels of her feet on the tile ground, a shook of cold flowed through her body sending her back up as she latched onto her legs. Anastasia took a deep breath before releasing her feet and jumping off the bed, landing both of her feet onto the floor as the same time. The cold feeling disintegrated quickly, as Anastasia was more focused on the wobbling of her legs as they tried to balance. She gripped the bed tightly holding onto it while her legs adjusted to standing up. Her strength began pouring back into her, thanks to the fact she was no longer sedated and her legs finally stabilized on the tile.

She walked her way over to the door, lifting herself up to watch through the tiny circular window, a room across the hall was empty, it looked like hers, maybe a little smaller but she couldn't tell from the lack of sight. She tipped herself to the side to look down the hallway. Every single room looked the same, but all of them were empty. She felt her stress build, Anastasia took her sore arm banging it against the window.

"Help!" She yelled over the banging, she looked around for someone but she didn't see anyone. That didn't stop her, she continued banging on the window and screaming "Help!" for over 15 minutes.

She realized she made a mistake calling out when she saw two people in blue hazmat suit walk over towards her. Their faces hidden from her, causing her to worry about her fate. The hazmat men stopped in front of her door locking there eyes with hers, before she heard beep

and click

simultaneously before the door cracked open. Anastasia stepped away in fear as the men held the door pushing it open.

"Anastasia Kane, we need you to report back to your bed immediately!" One of the men said in a muffled voice. She stared at them in fear, her mind racing over everything.

"How do you know my name?" She trembled, backing away towards the far wall.

"We're here to help, Anastasia, but we can't do that if you are out of you bed" a more feminine voice replied holding out a hand gesturing kindness to the girl. Maybe on the Ark she would have trusted the women, but she didn't anymore, she couldn't.

"Where's Bellamy?!" Anastasia screamed, "Clarke?!" She added noticing she was alone, she had never been alone before, "Octavia?!" She yelled her confusion and fear growing into anger.

"We will bring you to your friends but first we must make sure you aren't a threat to us" the women spoke again gently.

"I want to see them now!" Anastasia yelled lunging at one of the hazmat people, before she could get to them, she felt her arms held behind her back. As she stood to face the other one, as they lifted a needle out of their pocked pulling off the protective cap, tapping her neck before sticking the needle in pushing all the liquid that was contained in the needle into her skin.

Instantly, Anastasia felt weak, woozy, limp, as she feel down, the grip that the hazmat man had on her diminished as she fell to the floor, slumping down.

"Time for a little nap" the women in the hazmat suit said as she felt the man pick her up as she dragged her back to the bed laying her back down. The last thing Anastasia remembered was the IV entering her skin again, adding to the neutralization of her.

Her eyes fluttered open, as her hands gripped the side. Feeling her fingers sink into the dirt as they crushed the dead leaves in between. She looked around seeing the warm sun break through the trees, she was back. Oh god, she was back. Anastasia hustled to her feet finding her ground, turning to find herself in front of the camp's gate. There was no gunners along the post, and no voice could be heard. She pushed open the gate, easily. The camp was completely vacant, the only sign of life was a glowing fire along the side.

"Hello?!" She called out frantically, the only answer was the wind blowing over the camp ground, "Hello? Anybody!" She yelled out again.

"Ana?" She heard Bellamy's voice softly question as the cloth hanging over the drop ship moves to reveal a figure with Bellamy's stature. With a breath of relief she runs after him wrapping her arms around his body taking in the musty smell of him. Bellamy didn't return the hug as his arms fell to her sides. Anastasia felt more comfortable as his arms slid up her back. She finally relaxed as his arms reached her shoulders, before landing next to her neck. His hands gripped her neck tightly squeezing as her breath slowly escaped from her.

"Bellamy" she cried out trying to reach her hands to touch his face, hoping that he would see that she wasn't a threat, "Bell, it's me" she called out frantically trying to meet her hand with his cheek.

"Yeah i know who you are, princess" he bit back with venom tightening his grip around her neck, "left me for dead!" He screamed as Anastasia gasped for her life feeling herself begin to lose consciousness.

"I'm sorry" she coughed, as tears began to fall from her eyes, her arms and legs began to fall limp, as it became harder to speak, breath, and even keep her eyes open.

"I'm dead because of you!" He shouted furiously, cutting off her air, "and now you're going to die!" He said crushing her neck, she couldn't respond as her eyes closed violently, as the rest of her body began to shut down. Her last breath came out raspy as Bellamy dropped her to the ground.

She thrashed awake, noticing she was back in the white room. Anastasia felt a pull at her hands that cut into her wrist, looking down to see that leather bounds had been tried around her wrist stopping her from getting out.

"Ah, you're awake" Anastasia flipped her head towards the side to see an aging man, with white hair seated in a chair, he looked like the pictures of the presidents from the earth studies class she had to take. He was dressed so proper, in what many wealthy men wore back in the days, "Please take the restraints off, they aren't needed" he uttered turning towards two men who looked like guards but she couldn't tell as they both dawned on hazmat suits. They only way she could tell was by their actions and movement, military style. The guards walked over to her both of them taking a bond, as they pulled on the latch before it let go releasing her wrists. She gripped them trying to rub the pain away, as the marks from Murphy still showing on her.

"Who are you?" She asked fearfully with a touch of poison, whomever this person is he certainty ran wherever she was. She had no clue why he didn't wear a hazmat suit, but then she guessed the better question is why were the others wearing a hazmat suit.

"I am Dante Wallace, President of Mount Weather, where you are right now" he uttered motioning his hands to spread around the room.

"Mount weather?" She questioned, as in Mount Weather, Mount Weather.

"Yes, Anastasia Kane, i've heard a lot about you" he replied with a smile on his face.

"How do you...., who?" She was so confused, how did he know her name, how did the others know her name, how did the others learn about her.

"I bet you have a lot of questions" he stated holding out a hand to call her down, "they will all be answered shortly"

"Why can't you answer them now?" She questioned

"Aren't you a little spit fire, and from what I've heard you're supposed to be the rule follower" he joked shaking his head, "wasn't even apart of the original 100, and yet here you are" he said in a quizzical tone, looking at her intensely.

"Is that a question" Anastasia asked looking back at him, "Where are my friends?" She questioned as she stood up on the bed.

"They're safe, you can go see they when you are done" He stated

"When i'm done?" Anastasia questioned frantically, running towards the door, "I'm done now, i want to see them" she commanded as President Wallace stood in front of her blocking her from reaching the door.

"You aren't contaminated anymore, but you still have some injuries that we must cure before you go out to the general population" he said.

"Injuries? I feel fine" she replied suspicious, "I'm not hurt" she stated looking at herself, "I want to see my friends, my people" she let out.

"As you wish" he replied, "I mean who am I to disagree with a fellow leader and healer" he remarked pressing the keycard along the lock as the door clicked open, he pressed him hand on the handle opening up the door, "but before you do, you do have to change" he said pointing to the leather box sitting the the corner, that wasn't there before she passed out. If it had been she would have bumped into it, "I'll give you some privacy" he said opening the rest of the door as he walked out closing it behind him.

Anastasia began walking to the box, using her hands to glide over it find the opening the middle as she pulled the two pieces apart. It revealed a collect of clothes, stuff she would only see in pictures. Back on the Ark, Anastasia had the best clothes but they weren't a far reach from the others, the many thing that set her apart from the others was that most of her clothes weren't torn. The items laying before her were different though, they had color that attracted her eyes, and shoes other than boots which were a necessity on the Ark.

Her eyes fell upon a simple yellow dress, which emulated the sun, through the forest leaves. She felt warm as a smile crept on her face when her eyes met the dress. She knew that this is what a princess would have worn back in the days. Anastasia wasn't ignorant when it came to princess, ever since the first remark of her royalty, she studied them trying to figure out why they called her such a thing. Along with it became a jealousy of the princess she learned about, many of them got things done for them, and they had friends, and fun. Anastasia rotted in her room most of the days, awaiting for another test from the council, proving what she had learned about another subject that only she would need as Chancellor.

Anastasia gripped the dress, taking it off the rack as she removed it from the hook unzipping it. She placed it over the tight shorts and tank too she already had on, not feeling comfortable enough to change fully in this room, scared who or what was watching her secretly from the camera she spotted in the corner of the ceiling, the first time she woke up in this room. She smoothed down the dress trying to straighten out the wrinkles but they just formed back creating crevices in the yellow fabric.

Anastasia tore her eyes from the dress noticing the door, unguarded. Her mind goes back to the moment the president left, not remembering the sound of a click indicating that the door had locked. She ran over to the door holding the handle in between her hand taking a deep breath and saying a quick prayer before pulling down on the handle. The lock moved, as Anastasia pushed the door open, creating open passage for her out of the room. The hallway was completely empty, the others room's doors were open too. There was no sign of human life anywhere amongst the white brightly light hallway as the sound of humming continued on rattling Anastasia brain. She stepped into the hallway looking to either side. One side seemed to carry on for years with the same design, that ended in darkness, the other seemed curved off to two sides. Anastasia took the better of the too options and began running towards the intersection of the two hallways.

"Anastasia so glad you could join us" she heard down one of the separate hallways, she turned her head to find President Wallace standing smugly with a smile, "you look wonderful, dressed like a princess, i would say" he added

"Can i see my friends now?" She asked looking at him with a straight face unamused.

"First you are going to need these" Wallace pulled out a pair of shoes from behind his back. They were smaller than the boots that were issued to everyone on the ark. There's was nothing to lace up on the shoes, and they clearly weren't built for durability. Anastasia looked at the shoes confused, she has never seen anything like them, "you can't walk around barefoot, Ana" he uttered jokingly. Her teeth clenched at her nickname sliding off of his tongue, she began to run at him, before being held by two guards taking her arms pulling her up ending her pursuit, "Clearly I touch a sensitive side, just slide these on, and you can see your people" the president retracted holding up shoes, balancing them in between his fingers dropping them in front of her.

The guards let go of her, with a nod from the president dropping her. Her toe touched the heel of the shoe, the feeling foreign to her. She thought she was done adapting after her first weeks on the earth, the basics she had to learn, yet she felt that she knew nothing know. A part of herself was telling her to run, get out........find Bellamy. The other part was telling her to stay, because of a fact she was trying to fight, as it bit at the back of her mind. Another toe slipped to touch the shoe, as it bent the back heel, leading an opening for her foot to slid into it. She gave in placing both of her feet into the shoes feeling them constrict against the fabric, looking back up to the president.

"Great, now we can go" he replied clasping his hands together, nodding towards another guard that stood by a steel wall, formed differently than the rest of the hallway, he gripped a card sliding it next to the steel wall as the door popped open, leading to elevator. The president lended his hand out as Anastasia walked towards the elevator. Feeling it fall back when she stepped on it, followed by the president and a guard, hitting a button, the doors closing in synchronization.

"I don't understand, you're on the ground" Anastasia spoke up, "you know it's survivable, why would you stay here"

"It's not survivable for us" the president replied quickly

"The grounders seem to manage" Anastasia retorted back

"Natural selection works" he uttered, "The grounders who couldn't survive in the radiation did" he stated, "Those who could pass on their DNA" the elevator stopped, the doors slid open, with the president stepping out as Anastasia cautiously followed, "For better or worse, we never went through that process, we have hydroelectric power from Philpott dam, fresh water from our own underground reservoir, and fresh food from our hydroponic farm" he stated as they walked through the hallway

"I don't get it" Anastasia let out looking around the industrial hallway, "we didn't go through natural selection" she stated, "we've been on the ground now for" she stopped in her thought, "solar radiation" she exhaled.

"Very good" the president replied with a smile, "you DNA ran the same gauntlet as the grounders, only because the radiation levels in space are even higher, your ability to metabolize that radiation is stronger" the president stated, "truth be told, our scientist were blown away by the efficiency of your systems" he explained, "if not for that, your friends would still be upstairs in quarantine" he said before stopping at a a corner, "there you go" he said with his hand extended.

Anastasia crept around the corner, walking towards an opening, with stairs that led to lines of tables set up to eat. The room was filled to the brink as people were taking their seats.

"Ana!" She heard her name be screamed with a familiarity in the voice, she turned her head to see Jasper waving over to her, as the others were staring at her. She could see the silhouette of Clarke but she couldn't find Bellamy and her heart dropped as she walked down the stairs, making her way towards what seemed to be their table. Jasper pulled her into a hug, as Monty followed with the others giving her a tap of the back.

"Where's Bellamy?" Anastasia asked turning to Clarke, not seeing him amongst the few.

"Ana, he's not here" Jasper replied sadly, stepping away from her.