The ARC has fallen. Mount Weather is behind them. Clarke is about to find out that sometimes, you have to draw a line in the sand, no matter how much you care about those on the other side.

Anya was too late in the tunnel, and Clarke was taken back into the medical wing, this time on the other side of the dialysis catheters. A lark does not sing behind bars, and the spirit that is Clarke Griffin can only survive for so long before it is simply no longer there.

The first time Abby Griffin saw her daughter again, they were walking through a forest, and in that moment, she wasn't sure she knew Clarke Griffin anymore. She's no longer sure she has the strength to be who she must. Oneshot. Bellarke if you squint.

The Sarmatians were born of Scythians and Amazons, both proud and fierce races. Rome has looked over the mother race, condemning the female as the weaker sex and thus, not worth their reaping. A daughter of her mother's people, a wolf will defend what is hers more fiercely than the Romans have ever seen. Hera help those in her way, be they Roman or Saxon.

Sequel to Not the Hero - Revised. Running away had never been something that she'd done well, but she was a loyal creature. When two sides of a coin were against each other, she had little choice but to drop the coin and walk away. Except that coin and the hand that held it are forever altered by having touched. Running had never been her strong suit.

James Potter, Sirius Black, Petter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin in their final moments, and the coming together again of the Marauders. Not a feel good piece. Sort of a happy ending. If you squint. And can see through the tears of the first 80% of this. You've been warned.

In space, punishment for any crime hadn't been death, not really. It had been exile, because exile meant death without someone putting knife to flesh. On the ground, things are more real. They are gritty. The one hundred have learned that, none more than Clarke Griffin, as she stands with a bloody hand and one girl's screams echoing in her ears. 2x08 - Not a feel good piece.

Clint Barton might not be able to sleep at night, but he could look himself in the mirror. That was sometimes more valuable than rest.

The Black Widow learned about death far earlier than most, and she will not forget the lesson, no matter how many her heart lets pick at her control. It was a lesson hard learned, but it was a lesson well learned.

Thor is Immortal, and it never occurred to him that what he loved the most was beautifully perishable. A Thor-Centric one-shot that I hate myself for writing.

Vanora sees things. She's a sharp minded woman. She's tired of the ache in her chest and the pain in their eyes as they are blind to their own pain. She will take them home, and they will soothe their aches and pains together.

Beneath the humans struggling to live and breath and die, there lives a bacteria the hollow shape of these beings, devoid of the spark that makes creatures living. Decontamination is important. The invading species, the threat, must be eliminated. She was always good at her job.

What we see is only what we are allowed to see, a snippet of the larger reality. A phoenix lives forever and it sees so much more than we can imagine.