A/N: Hey guys, new story here. Hoping you like it, I think it's a new take on the Bellamy/OC niche. All spoken words in italics are words spoken in Trigedasleng (which I researched incessantly to learn anyway). I've been sitting on this for a while, and I hope you like it as much as I do!

Disclaimer: I do not own the 100 series.

In your tears and in your blood,

In your fire and in your flood,

I hear you laugh, I heard you sing,

"I wouldn't change a single thing."

Till Kingdom Come – Coldplay

The earth was cool and damp under her calloused feet, the only sounds in the clearing were her quiet breaths and the noise her staff made as it sliced through the mid-morning air. She leapt gracefully from the ground, her dark, hastily braided hair swinging from her head as she flipped through the breeze, seeming to float on the air for longer than physically possible before she landed on the ground, feet pressing silently into the soil.

There was a snuffling noise from behind her, and knowing what it was, Vala smirked, twisting through the air, end of her staff landing inches away from her dear friend's neck. "Luk," she chastised the dog. He knew better than to sneak up on her when she was training.

Luk whined in the way he did so often, tongue lolling from his mouth, revealing his large canine teeth that glinted in the sunlight filtering through the tree tops. She bared her own teeth at him, growingly at him playfully. He snapped back at her, and her jeer turned into a proper grin.

"Oh fine, you hairy mutt," she told him, reaching into the bag sitting against the tree to pull a small slab of cooked meat from the pocket. "Eat up. But don't expect any more until we make another kill."

Luk was content with his treat, dropping to his belly, jaws working on the tender meat, quickly losing interest in her. She smiled down at her friend fondly, rolling her eyes before stepping back into the centre of the clearing.

She rolled her neck and stretched her arms in preparation, then picked her staff back up and began slicing it through the air in a series of complicated moves that had taken her years to perfect. She was just beginning to move into the harder part of her exercises – a thin sheen of sweat breaking out over her body, the kohl surrounding her eyes smearing – when there was a loud bang from above her.

Terrified, the woman spun around, yanking her knife from where it was strapped to her thigh, holding both it and her staff out in front of herself protectively. She noticed it a moment later, the large object floating from the sky, massive bits of fabric slowing it's descent.

Her eyes never left it, watching it warily as it dropped, finally coming to a stop only a good few miles from where she stood. Her first instinct was to check it out, and she already had her bag and staff in hand before she stopped to reconsider.

What if the clan got there first? She'd likely be killed on sight. Or what if it was a trick of the Mountain Men? Another scenario that would result in her death. She paused, leaning against a tree and staring in the direction the mysterious thing had landed.

Deciding that, ultimately, she'd rather assess the potential threat and go from there, she started off again, trying not to think about how she was too curious for her own good.

She was a stealth master, her bare feet making no noise on the ground as she slid through the dense forest, slipping between branches and hopping gracefully over logs. Her heart beat too quickly in her chest, from the nerves more than the exercise. She hoped she wasn't making a terrible decision.

Luk followed behind her, equally as quiet.

She wasn't sure if she believed in destiny, but to find Luk so soon after her banishment, well, how could it be anything but? He'd been the runt of his litter, and she found the others in his pack preparing to eat him when she intervened. She was only a child herself at the time, no older than ten, but she'd been well trained from the moment she knew how to put one foot in front of the other.

She'd fought his elders off, although it was no easy feat, and managed to escape up a tree with the pup, cradling him against her chest as she waited for his pack to lose interest. They were all each other had for so long, he was her family. He protected her while she slept, and she provided for them when she was awake. And, most of all, they were company, keeping either from going insane on the long winter nights when they weren't sure if they'd make it to see the sunrise.

"Stay hidden," she told her companion as they approached the large metal box from the sky after only a short hour of travel. "Stay quiet."

Luk licked her hanging hand once, turning and disappearing into the underbrush. Hearing the sound of screaming voices, she instantly shoved her staff into the sheath on her back, grabbing onto a low hanging branch and easily swinging up into the trees.

She moved from tree to tree with ease, almost completely silent as she got closer and closer to the floating box. Finally, people came into view.

They were young, younger than Vala at any rate. And they were dressed strangely. They had some kind of cotton pants and wool jumpers on, thick shoes and absolutely no sign of dirt on their faces. Their hair was well kept, and she couldn't find a hint of armour or even weaponry anywhere.

Deciding to wait and watch, she settled onto a thick branch towards the top of a large tree, leaning over the edge and peering down at the children.

She didn't understand what they were saying, and it took her a long moment to place the language. Finally, with a silent gasp of realisation, she recognised their native tongue was that of the enemy. But that didn't make any sense, how could the Mountain Men have sent them from the sky?

She'd been too young to learn the enemy's language when she was banished, but despite this, she could tell they were new to the ground. They stared at the trees like they'd never seen anything like them, which shouldn't have been possible. They laughed and squealed in pure joy, dancing around each other and stopping to inhale the smells every few moments.

She watched, unsure what they were saying, only some of their words making sense from what little she had picked up after so many years of trade. Soon enough a small group broke away, heading in her direction. She thought they might have discovered her, but was relieved when they walked right past the tree she was in. She frowned then, realising they were heading towards the mountain.

Didn't they know that would get them killed?

Even if she'd wanted to stop them, she wasn't sure what she could say that they would understand. And, though she wouldn't admit it, she was maybe slightly afraid they would attack first and ask questions later.

Night fell soon, but it felt like barely any time had passed for Vala. She relaxed on her perch, legs dangling from the branch as she turned her gaze up to the darkening sky, watching the stars with wonder she'd had all her life.

The sky people lit a large fire, and began cheering. They laughed and hollered, gathered around the heat as they enjoyed themselves. Vala didn't know what that was like. The closest she ever came to having fun was when she crushed Jobi nuts and mixed them with water, lying on the ground at night with Luk and watching as the stars above her seemed to dance.

She'd never had fun with actual people before.

Her attention got caught when the games and cheering came to an abrupt stop, a single voice speaking out to the many, then another joined him. They seemed to be having some kind of argument. She wondered if a fist fight would break out, maybe provide her some entertainment, but unfortunately it didn't come to that.

Instead the crowd began to chant. The sounds loud and obnoxious. Their calls echoed through the night, and she hoped it didn't bring any unwanted guests...like her, she realised with a bitter smirk.

"Whatev-ever...the hell...we...w-want," she tried to mimic what they were saying. She wasn't sure what it meant, but it seemed to be important if they were all chanting it with such enthusiasm. "Whatever...the hell...we want," she tried again, growing in confidence. "Whatever the hell we want!" she finally said, grinning widely just as the heavens opened up, giving way to a torrential rain.

Vala sighed contently, leaning back in her seat and turning her face up to the pouring rain. Unfortunately, one of the children from the ground had the same idea, face turned up to feel the rain, and spotting her legs hanging off a tree.

"Hey!" a loud voice rang out, and she jumped, glancing down and realising he was speaking to her. She cursed herself for letting her guard down, slipping to her feet and swinging from the tree she was in, hoping he wouldn't follow her.

None of his people seemed to pay much attention as he moved away from the group, all having the time of their lives in the rain. Vala panicked, hopping to the next tree, hoping the further she got from the firelight, the less likely the boy was to find her.

"What're you doing up there?!" he yelled as he followed her. She froze in the tree she was in, hiding in the leaves. They were far enough away from his group that they couldn't overhear, but close enough that they could still see the light from the fire.

She considered waiting him out, hoping he'd lose interest, but he clearly thought she was one of his own. Just as she was trying to make up her mind, there was a growl from below. Vala gasped when she spied Luk snarling at the boy, half hidden behind a tree, but clearly worried for his companion's safety. The boy pulled out a gun, something that looked a lot like what the Mountain Men used, and aimed it at her dear friend.

Without a second thought she slid form the tree, letting herself drop to the forest floor. The boy jumped when he saw her appear in his view. The rain hadn't lasted long, it was just starting to let up, now only a light sprinkling, making it easier to see each other.

He wasn't as young as she had assumed. He was taller than her, probably about the same age. He had tan skin and freckles dotting his face. His dark hair was wet and clinging to his face. His eyes – she couldn't tell what colour in the dark – widened as he realised she was definitely not part of his group.

"Luk," she snapped at the dog, one hand holding out her staff warningly, the other held out in the canine's direction placatingly.

"Who the hell are you?" the man with the gun demanded. "Where the fuck did you come from?!"

She didn't know what he was saying. The words sounded like gibberish. She opened her mouth to reply, but closed it again, realising he wouldn't understand her either. She got an idea, standing from her crouch and meeting his eyes in the dark, the only way they could see each other was the light from the moon and the few luminescent plants clinging to the surrounding trees.

"Whatever the hell we want!" she chanted with a wince, holding her fist in the air like they had done, hoping it was in some way right.

The man stared at her for a beat before letting out a loud guffaw. She frowned, not sure what the response meant. He didn't lower his gun, eyes still trained on her like he expected her to attack. She was the first to admit that she was one hell of a fighter, but she liked to avoid conflict when possible, so she made a move that was either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

Holding out her hand cautiously, her other one moved to slide her staff back into it's place at her back. He watched her warily, something like fascination in his gaze, along with indecision. He didn't know who she was, which was a start, and he wasn't sure how to handle her. He wasn't sure whether to let her live.

She always was good at reading people.

"Bellamy!" a voice from the fire shouted, and she didn't know what the word meant, but it made the man look over to his friends.

She wasn't sure what he'd decided to do, but she wasn't too keen to stick around and find out. Her feet were silent on the earth as she turned and legged it into the forest, throwing her hood over her head, Luk following close on her heels.

She didn't know who these Sky people were.

But she was going to find out.

She followed them. Of course she did. When she noticed the leader man walking away from his camp with another at his heels, several following him, she had a feeling something bad was going to happen.

She was stealthy, as always, sticking to the shadows and watching from a distance as they stopped in an empty field, the ground made from clay, muddy from the recent rain.

She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but the sinking feeling in her gut told her she had to stop something. She'd always followed her gut, her mother had called it her 'gift', and it hadn't steered her wrong yet.

She knew what she had been waiting for when the majority of the group jumped on a single boy, the boy crying out in either fear or pain, she wasn't sure which. She snapped into action. It didn't occur to her in the moment that maybe this man was a criminal, maybe he was being punished, and maybe she shouldn't have gotten involved.

All that she saw was how something was happening that he had clearly not consented to, and if there was one thing that riled her up and made her lose control of her actions, it was injustice.

"Hey!" she shouted loudly – merely echoing what the leader had said before to get her attention – diving out from where she was hiding, staff held out in front of her as she faced off against the group of males.

"You!" the leader man said accusingly, and the others stared at her with shock.

She thought for a brief second that maybe she could convince them she was one of their own, but she remembered how she looked. She didn't look like them. They were all soft curves and brushed hair, delicate clothes and clean skin.

She was wearing a leather tunic, thick enough to protect her vital organs, but thin enough that she could move. Her hair was long, tied back in messy braids that were only half complete, different trinkets weaved into the dark colour. A feather hung beside her face and shells ran down a thick braid at the back of her head.

Her skin was tan, but darker since it was smudged with dirt and mud. Her eyes were surrounded by heavy smears of kohl, lines running down her cheeks, signifying her warrior status. And, of course, they had to have noticed the thick scar running from her temple down over her eye to the edge of her cheekbone.

The leader didn't move except to hold the gun up to her warningly, while the others started shouting at her. She didn't understand what they were saying, but they seemed angry; maybe threatened.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when the one to the left – the one who looked vaguely like a frog – took a swing at her. She noticed the knife glint in the moonlight and ducked the attack, swinging under him and lightly tapping her staff against his calf.

He howled like he'd been seriously injured, and if she wasn't worried about another attack, she would have taken the time to roll her eyes.

Another one swung at her, this time without a weapon, his fists formed as he prepared to fight her. He was even easier to side-step, and she danced out of his reach, tapping him on the arm lightly, inconspicuously moving closer to the boy who had been screaming. He swung at her again, and she stepped away, tapping him once lightly on the head.

He looked stunned by the action, and she couldn't help the giggle that came from her lips at his bewildered expression.

"That's enough!" the leader shouted as the frog-boy tried to throw himself at her, and all movement stopped. She looked over at the man, noticing the intelligence in his eyes as he assessed the way she'd moved herself between them and the frightened boy. "She's trying to protect him," he said in realisation, blinking in thinly veiled surprise at the dirt smeared girl. "Look, we're not trying to hurt Wells-"

"Yes you are!" the angered boy snapped back, but nobody paid him any attention.

"We just need something from him." He was quiet for a moment, watching as the girl stayed strong where she was, stubbornly refusing to move. "Who are you?" he tried again, speaking slowly as though that would in any way help Vala understand what he was saying.

She didn't answer, purely because she didn't know how to, and with a sigh the leader nodded to his men. She'd been so focused on him that she hadn't noticed they'd gotten behind her. They grabbed her, yanking her back and away from the boy. She struggled wildly for a moment, and they didn't have a chance of holding her, but a moment was all they needed.

The poor boy behind her gaze a pained shout just she Vala managed to hit one of the kids in the nose, making him let go, allowing her to rip herself from the other kid's grasp.

"Hey!" the leader shouted, and she spun around to stare at him, bent in a defensive crouch, glaring at the boys surrounding her, daring them to try and attack her. "Okay," he continued soothingly, and the frog boy tossed him a hunk of metal. He held it up in the moonlight, letting Vala get a good look at it. "This is all we wanted. We're not going to hurt him any more."

She still didn't know what he was saying, and even if she could, she wouldn't take his word for it. She glanced over her shoulder at the dark-skinned boy, raising a concerned eyebrow. She searched her brain for the correct word, trying to pull it from the depths of her memory.

"Safe?" she finally asked with a furrowed brow.

He looked surprised she'd said something in his language, they probably all were. He cleared his throat, rubbing his now bare, and only slightly bloody, wrist. "Safe," he nodded reassuringly. That was enough for her. She dipped her head once, staff twirling absentmindedly in her grasp and she turned to leave.

"No you don't!" the voice of the leader was starting to become familiar. She turned around, tilting her head in question at him, waiting for him to say whatever he was going to, even though she wouldn't be able to understand. "We can't just let you leave." He paused, taking a few steps closer to her, still holding the gun in his hand, though it was mostly an afterthought. "How are you here? Are there other survivors on the ground?"

She frowned again. Didn't he know she had no idea what he was saying?

"You don't understand me, great," he bit out snidely, and Vala pursed her lips in thought.

"We should bring her back with us," the boy he called Wells spoke up, the boy she'd attempted to save.

"She doesn't even speak English," frog boy snapped back, looking at the Grounder with severe distaste.

"We have to try and make her understand," he argued rationally. "We have to know more. There has to be a way to communicate."

The leader was quiet as everyone turned to him, waiting for him to make the call. He looked between his lackeys and the wild girl with calculating eyes. "Okay," he finally decided with a low grunt.

Vala wasn't sure what was going on. She looked to the left where Luk was hidden in the bushes. She'd given him a command to stay before leaving, and it was rare that he didn't listen to her. The sky people talked between themselves for a long moment, seeming to have some kind of disagreement before finally the leader turned to her.

"Come with us," he said, motioning for her to follow them.

That was a gesture she recognised. She wasn't sure it was a good idea, but she was so very curious, and she had a feeling like she could trust them. She glanced at the frog boy from the corner of her eye. Well, maybe not all of them, but there was something about Wells that made her feel protective, and something about the leader that intrigued her.

She turned to the bush, sticking her fingers in her mouth and blowing. The boys jumped as the wolf slid from the underbrush, trotting to the Grounder's side and shooting them cautious looks as he passed.

"No, no," the leader shook his head. "No dog."

She understood that. Her expression flattened angrily, and she crossed her arms defiantly. "Yes dog," she growled with narrowed eyes. He copied the action, watching her thoughtfully. The boy she now knew as 'Wells' said something, and the leader glared at him. He said something to the group, and two of them replied, then eventually he nodded.

They started walking, Vala forced in between the group, one on either side and one in front and behind respectively. She winced as they approached their camp. What was that old saying?

Curiosity killed the wolf.