Chapter 7 Secret Shared

Authors Note

Anyone who is wondering how I decide what Violet knows and doesn't know is based on what I remember, and that isn't a lot from the first season as no one remembers everything, and with her vampire mind, her human memories are even worse.

The wind was howling, and the rain was more like a bucket being emptied on top of you than it was as rain. In my former life, I lived in a typical area that had some rain but nothing like this. My clothes were already drenched, and I was sure I would be freezing cold if I weren't a vampire hybrid. I hadn't had time to check on Charlotte yet, but I had seen her in the lower area of the drop ship so I could take relief that she wouldn't be trapped outside in the cold and the rain.

I could hear Raven trying to get someone on the radio and was really hoping that it hadn't broken during the move from the drop pod to the ship. After all, it survived Bellamy ripping it out and throwing it in a river in the show.

"Please come in. Can anyone hear me?" Raven tried again with no reply.

I moved over to where Finn was placed on the table. He looked pale, and I could hear that he was having a hard time breathing, and even the blood that I could smell coming from his wound didn't smell good or right no doubt, the poison on the blade I knew that the cure was in a bottle that Lincoln was carrying on his person. Still, I had no clue which bottle it was, and my best bet was to let things play out as they did in the TV show.

I had been thinking that I would have to show my magic to some people. At some point, I knew that I would show Charlotte as I had sort of become her carer at this point, but I also wanted to show Clarke I know that she was loyal beyond a fault even at the cost of her own life, something I hoped I would be able to get her to value far more than she did.

Not to mention that she was seen as the de facto leader by the grounders and almost everyone in the 100, and there was no way I was going to show Bellamy, after all, he would stab me in the back the moment that it was the best option for him to do so. I knew that it was a bit unfair to judge him by the show now that he was real and could change, but that was a risk that I wasn't willing to take.

I wasn't sure if I was going to show anyone else the idea of showing Lexa crossed my mind, but until I had met her, I wouldn't be able to judge her. If she were anything like she was in the show, I wouldn't mind showing her my magic. I can also use it as a bargaining chip. After all, I can make almost anything with magic like glass for greenhouses so they can grow crops in the winter.

Or I could make weapons with enchantments to make them stronger and lighter or shaper. The sky was the limit when it came to what I could do with magic.

I watched as Clarke took the makeshift bandage off the dagger that was stuck into Finn. The wound did look really bad, and with it so close to the lung, removing it could be just as dangerous as leaving the dagger in him.

I heard Raven finally get a reply, and the stupid person on the other end of the connection asked who was on the line. I saw Clarke rush over to the radio. No doubt wanting to get her mum to help with the dagger.

"Mom, I need your help," Clarke said in a panicked and desperate voice. I guessed no matter how much theatrical knowledge you had. It didn't really compensate for real experience.

"One of our people was stabbed by a grounder. The knife's still in his chest." Clarke went on to explain while walking back towards Finn.

"Clarke, give 5... to medical. Medic…" Abby said over the radio.

"What? Raven, what's wrong?" Clarke asked, panicking while looking at Raven.

"It's the massive storm on top of us. Nothing the Ark or we can do about it." I told her while keeping a close eye on Finn's heart rate sound to make sure not suddenly happen to him without us knowing.

"Clarke, we need to hurry." Abby's voice said back over the radio with the noise in the room making it hard for me to hear it let alone most humans. I could hear the storm get worse as thunder and lightning started to form. Looking around, I saw many of the 100 flinch at the sound of the thunder. I still couldn't hear Bellamy, and without him coming back, I knew that Finn would die even with my magic as healing spells were not really shown much in Harry Potter books or movies, and a few were shown in games, but nothing that dealt with poison.

Broken bones, deep slashes and lungs filled with fluid or a blocked throat ya I could deal with that, but beyond that, I was flying blind, and even with my knowledge of Latin, I wasn't going just to try making spells up on the spot that was how Luna's mother was killed something I wouldn't risk.

I heard Clarke tell Monroe to close the doors. I was sure at this point that Bellamy came back with Lincoln as I had this thought I heard.

"Hey there back," someone said as Bellamy walked in, and I could hear two other people dragging Lincoln into the dropship.

"Is that a grounder?" Someone asked.

"What the hell are you doing?" Octavia asked, jumping off the ladder and walking towards the grounder.

"It's time to get some answers," Bellamy said, gesturing toward the grounder. I was sure if left to him, then we would get no answers. The grounders were tough people that were not afraid of pain, and I doubt Bellamy could inflict enough pain to make Lincoln talk, and he didn't have enough time to wear him down to that point he would break either.

"Oh, you mean revenge?" Octavia asked. I never understood how she fell in love with Lincoln so fast. Maybe it was the idea of being free and treated like an equal, unlike the Ark, where she was treated like vermin.

"I mean intel, he can tell us all about his people and how many they are and where they are," Bellamy said before telling one of the people still listening to him to take him upstairs.

"Bellamy, she's right," Clarke said, trying to appeal to Bellamy. I saw him take a quick glance at me before Abby came back over the radio asking for Clarke.

"Look, this is not who we are." Clarke tried one last time.

"It is now," Bellamy said before walking off.

Clarke moved over next to me and started to tell Abby about the injury.

"The blade is at a sharp upward angle, between the sixth and seventh ribs."

"Ok, how deep?" Abby asked.

"We don't know," Clarke said back while trying to get a better look at the blade by looking at it from the side.

"That's all right. Just don't remove the knife yet." Abby said.

"Hey, here. Sterilise your hands." Clarke said after washing her hands with some moonshine and passed me the bottle, and I washed mine.

"Clarke, can you see any fluid?" Abby asked.

Clarke leaned down and tried to see if there was any fluid was leaking out but was almost bumped by some of the kids who were getting restless.

"Raven, get everyone to the top floor", I ordered as I helped Clarke.

"I can't see any fluid," I said to Clarke while leaning close to Finn even though I didn't need to.

"Everyone, upstairs! Now! Let's go!" I heard Raven order and saw her start pushing people up the stairs when they didn't move fast enough for her liking.

"He feels a little warm", Clarke said while feeling his head. He felt quite cold to me, but then again, I think I run at 47c, unlike the regular 37c.

"Ok. That's all right. Fever sometimes accompanies trauma." Abby reassured Clarke.

"Pleural membrane's intact. That's good. Actually, really good. He got lucky." Abby said over the radio I wasn't sure what the pleural membrane was, but I guessed that it was something to do with the lungs.

"Hear that? You're lucky," Raven whispered to Finn.

"Whoa! He's awake." I heard from the second floor and then stopped paying attention. We had to get the dagger out before I needed to worry about him. I wasn't sure how I was planning on making him talk; I could use Legilimency or even try the torture curse, but I wasn't sure I had the hatred to make that curse work.

I also had no idea how to use Legilimency and make the person think what I needed them to think, and from the books and movie, it looked like it was painful when used on someone or at least when Snape and Voldemort used it on other it was, but I think they did that on purpose.

"I think we have a problem. Look. If she's just a hair off, she could lacerate the aorta when she extracts." someone said over the radio to I guessed Abby and not to us.

"Ok, Clarke, firm grip on the knife. You're going to need to angle it upward and to the left very slightly to the left as it exits the rib cage." Abby instructed.

"How very slightly," I asked back.

"3 millimetres. Any more would be bad. And any less would also be bad," Abby replied back. Great im glad that we have such a large margin of error.

"Clarke, 3 millimetres. Got it?"

"Yeah. Okay, I got it," Clarke said as she steadied her nerves.

"Here goes", as she reached for the dagger.

"Do you want me to do it? I have very steady hands," I offered, knowing that I would be less likely to make a mistake.

"No, I got it," Clarke said, grasping the dagger.

"Steady hand, Clarke," Abby said over the radio.

As Clarke started to pull the dagger out of Finn, he began to wake up. I quickly pushed him down and even used a bit of my vampire strength to hold him down to make sure he couldn't move around too much.

"Finn, I'm gonna get that knife out of you, ok?" Clarke told him as he was held down.

"Good plan", Finn gasped out in pain.

As Clarke pulled out most of the knife, the storm started to pick up, and the was a loud bang as a massive part of a tree was thrown into the side of the dropship and Clarke and Raven went flying to the floor, and I flinched as drops of blood splattered across my face.

"Clarke!" Abby shouted across the radio. I had managed to keep Finn on the table blood was slowly seeping out of the wound on Finn's chest, but it didn't seem to be that bad; I had stopped breathing just in case I had not been too attracted to human blood, but I wasn't going to risk it.

"Clarke, can you hear me? CLARKE!!" Abby was shouting.

"It's out," Raven shouted back to Abby. "She did it."

Clarke grabbed the needle and started to stitch up the wound. I held my breath the entire time and was glad that both Clarke and Raven were far too busy with Finn to notice that I wasn't breathing. I wasn't sure how I would have explained that away and I couldn't use magic to make them forget as I had no practice in doing so and wouldn't risk destroying their mind.

"Okay, I'm done," Clarke said, finishing the last stitch on the cut.

"Good. Do you have anything to cover the wound?" Abby asked.

I pulled out a piece of clean cloth I had conjured and passed it to Clarke, who raised her eyebrow at the clean white cloth but took it without saying anything.

"Ya, we have something clean, and we will make do when we need to change the dressing," Clarke said with an angry undertone, no doubt that now Finn wasn't in danger anymore as far as Clarke knows, she wouldn't ignore the fact she hates her mother for killing her father.

"Should he be this pale? Warm, too." Raven asked while feeling Finn's head.

"He's lost a lot of blood, Raven, but if your boyfriend's anywhere near as tough as you, I'm sure he'll be fine," Abby said, trying to calm Raven down.

"Wait, mom, she's right. He's feverish, and his breathing's uneven." Clarke said, looking at Finn closer and feeling his head.

"You need to give him some time to recover. Let me know if he gets any worse, but I think... I think he might just be out of the woods." Abby said

"Well, down here, there's nothing but woods," Clarke said sarcastically.

"I need a break," Clarke said, getting up.

"Clarke? Clarke, wait. Raven... could you give us a few minutes?" Abby said in a hurried tone, and I looked at Raven.

"Sure," Raen said, starting to get up.

"No, no, stay with Finn," Clarke said, walking off.

I followed Clarke as she walked to get some water to drink.

"You know you can't avoid talking to her at some point," I said to Clarke as she drank.

"I can put it off for as long as possible. She murdered my dad," Clarke said back as she started to climb up the ladder to where Bellamy was with Lincoln. I followed her up, and one of Bellamy's lackey's stepped in our way.

"Move, or I will make you," I said, glaring at him. I could see him cower a little at my glare. I wouldn't kill him, but a few broken fingers are okay after all.

"It's ok. Let them through," Bellamy said, not wanting to fight us or me, at least seeing as he knows he can't beat me in a fight. His little follower has no chance either and would only make him look bad.

"Well, if he didn't hate us before, he does now," Clarke said, looking at Lincoln. I personally didn't think he looked that bad a few cuts and bruises, maybe a broken nose, at worse nothing I would class as torture.

"Who cares," Bellamy said, pulling Clarke to the side and wisely not trying the same with me. After all, I hate Bellamy. He was a dick that was more than happy to let 100s of people die so he wouldn't have to face the consequences for his own actions. He could have let the Ark come down and just run off and live on his own with his group of followers. After all, he knew the Ark had no option but to come to the ground as they didn't have the air to last another year, let alone another three generations.

"Well, seeing as his people will come looking for him and the first place they will come looking is here, I think we should care", I snapped back at him. It was things like this that made me hate Bellamy. He never thinks or cares about what his actions mean for the people around im as long as it's good for him, or he is in charge.

"How's Finn?" Bellamy asked, ignoring what I said.

"Alive and Violet is right. His people will care," Clarke said, shrugging Bellamy's hand of her.

"How long until they figure out where he is? And what happens when they do? I mean, when they come looking for him? They will, Bellamy." Clarke said.

"Relax, princess. No one saw us take him. He was chained up in that cave the entire time, and thanks to the storm, we didn't see a soul on the way back." Bellamy said, smirking as if he got one over on the grounders.

"Well, if I recall, you never knew they were in the trees when we went to save your sister, so how do you know that no one saw you? Oh, right, you're just guessing again.

And I doubt they will want evidence if he was watching us and then goes missing they will put two and two together and blame us for it any away," I said, rolling my eyes at Bellamy.

"Ok. In case you missed it, his people are already killing us." Bellamy said, opening the book that Lincoln used to draw and keep track of how many of our people are alive and showing us a page with 101 lines on it with a row of them crossed out the same amount of people we had lost.

"How many more of our people need to die until you realise we're fighting a war?" Bellamy said, glaring at Lincoln.

"Or maybe he is keeping track of how many people are alive in case we turn out to be a danger, and his people need to know how many we are," I said, rolling my eyes. I was sure at this point the grounders were not actually trying to kill us. After all, we didn't make flares, so no village was burned down, and the only thing we did do was cross the river and that we can explain away.

Even this with Lincoln can be explained away as he did kidnap one of our own people, so it makes sense we would go after them. The blame lies entirely with Lincoln in this case.

"We're not soldiers, Bellamy. Look at him. We can't win." Clarke said, looking at Lincoln, who was ripped in muscle. I knew in a one on one fight with Bellamy. Lincoln would win every time.

"You're right. We can't. If we don't fight." Bellamy said, looking at Clarke, hoping she would agree with him.

"Well, seeing as you can't even beat me in a fight, I would say your fucked when it comes to fighting them. Not to mention they are no doubt in the range of thousands of warriors. We at best have maybe 90, and most of them would run away before fighting," I said, smirking at Bellamy.

Sure, it may be cheating that I was hundreds if not a thousand times stronger and faster than him, but life isn't fair.

"Clarke, Violet, he's seizing!" Raen shouted at us from the bottom floor.

"On our way", Clarke shouted back as we both started climbing down the ladder, and I jumped down without climbing down. After all, I was more likely to damage the ship than myself.

"He was fine, then…." Raven said, panicking while looking at Finn.

"Get Abby on the radio", I ordered her as we ran to check on Finn.

"The radio's dead! Interference from the storm." Raven said as she tried to get the radio to work.

"Please don't let him die," Raven said with an undertone of begging in her voice.

Clarke managed to put two and two together and guessed that the blad was laced with something, and we both ran back up to the floor where Lincoln was a boy whose name I hadn't bothered to remember blocked Clarke.

"Get out of my way, Miller. Now!" Clarke snapped at him. She stalked up to Lincoln and asked him what was on the blade.

"What are you talking about?" Bellamy asked, looking at Clarke and then the blade.

"The blade has been poisoned," I said to Bellamy.

"All this time, you knew Finn was going to die no matter what we did. What is it? Is there an antidote?" Clarke shouted at him.

"Clarke, he doesn't understand you," Octavia said, defending the grounder.

"Vials It's gotta be here. You'd have to be stupid to have a poison around this long without carrying the antidote." Clarke said, looking through the tin of vails that Bellamy gave her.

"Which one?" Clarke asked, showing him the Vials.

"Answer the question!"Bellamy shouted.

In the end, I decided that I wouldn't use magic. I didn't want Clarke's first thoughts of magic to be the Torture curse, and I would let it play out. Everything went as I remember in the show with Bellamy beating on Lincoln and then Raven using electricity to zap him before Octavia cut her forearm with the dagger that had the poison on it before Lincoln finally told us which vail had the antitoxin.

I followed Clarke down and watched as she fed the antitoxin to Finn. I wandered off to see Charlotte, who had fallen asleep at some point in the night. Even with the storm, I picked her up, making sure not to wake her. I was going to tell Charlotte about my magic first, and then I will go on the day trip with Clarke tomorrow and tell her about my magic then.

I wanted to tell her today, but I knew she wouldn't leave Finn side till she was sure that he wasn't going to die or get more ill. I also decided that I needed to practice more magic and learn how to apparate. I knew the theory; I just needed to put that into practice.

Walking off into the forest with Charlotte, I walked till I was a reasonable distance away from the camp so no one would overhear us and made sure I couldn't hear any grounders around before walking Charlotte up.

"Mmmm," Charlotte said, sleepy before looking around.

"Violet!!" She shouted and hugged me.

"Sorry, we were very busy last night with Finn and all," I said to her as I let her down, and we walked through the forest.

"It's okay," she said, taking the bow of her back and looking around for prey.

"I have something important to show you, but you not allowed to tell anyone, okay," I told charlotte, crouching down to the same eye level as her.

"Okay?" Charlotte said wearily.

"Do you believe in magic?" I asked.

"No magic is just in stories," Charlotte said, rolling her eyes.

I pointed at a stone and did a none verbal transfiguration turning it into a small bird. Looking back at Charlotte, she was just staring at the stone, which was now a bird, before looking back at me before looking at the bird again.

"I err I…." Charlotte tried saying before falling silent.

"Not enough to convince you?" I asked her teasingly.

Picking up a large stick, I turned it into a sword the gleaned in the sun before passing it to Charlotte.

"Magic is real", she whispered as she felt the sword still trying to make sure it was real.

"Yep, real as you and me and the sword," I said.

"Not the bird?" Charlotte asked, looking at the bird again.

"Well, the bird will eventually go back to a stone at some point which is why we can't eat it. Food is one of the things magic can't just make out of thin air. Oh, I can make more if we have some, and I can summon it if I know where it is but not make it out of thin air." I explained.

"How come?" Charlotte asked.

"Not sure, I just know I can't do the same thing with gold. I can make silver and iron or almost any other metal other than gold." I said with a shrug.

When I go to the bunker tomorrow, I also decided that I will make a Portkey for both Charlotte and Clarke, so they have somewhere safe to go if the mountain ever captures them.

"Can I learn magic?" Charlotte asked, looking at the sword again.

"Err, I'm not sure," I told her. I know I have magic but do other people have magic? I have no clue at all; I hoped they didn't.

"If you ever show signs, then I will teach you", I promised. Standing up, I cast a warming charm on her, and she seemed to realise that I had done that before when she went to sleep.

"Now, let's go hunting im sure Finn could do with a good meal," I said, pulling my bow out of my bag and laughing at Charlotte's face as she looked at my bow and bag a few times.