A one-shot about "if Clarke and the group had made it to Mount Weather before Jasper got speared and before they knew the Grounders existed", what would happen?

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"We are Apogee!!!" Jasper yelled across the river. The groups' triumphant yells could be heard from miles away. If Jasper got across safely, so could they.
"Let's go, Princess. You're up," Finn whispered to Clarke.
"Come on, Clarke. You got this! Whooo, Apogee!!!" Jasper announced.
Clarke nervously grabbed hold of the vines that they tangled together to form some type of a rope. Wind was rushing through her long, blonde hair. Clarke squealed in delight as she let go of the rope and went tumbling to the ground. Colliding into Jasper, they both let out a grunt.
After everyone was across, they set off to finish their journey.
After twenty minutes of trekking through the forest, the group finally arrived to a field. There stood a door in the side of a mountain.
"Mount Weather," the words just tumbled out of Clarke's mouth in awe.
"Ouch!" Jasper said as he pulled out a dart from his shoulder.
"We aren't alone," Octavia yelled before getting hit from a similar dart.
Darkness collided with bright colors as Clarke started to sway. Wearily, she fell to the ground with a soft thud.
Moments flashed before her eyes, pain. Figures running towards them, black. Being carried towards the big door, darkness. Hot water, stinging, then being enveloped by the dark. Finally, she woke in a cold, white room. It reminded her of the Ark. The soft hum of electronics, the bland taste in the air, and the monotone color scheme. However, even in the Ark she could look out the window and see an expanse sea of stars calling out to her. Here, there were no windows to gaze out of and dream. Clarke immediately ran to the door, trying to open it. It was locked, she was trapped. After all this time being stuck in space, trapped in one place, you'd think that Clarke would be used to it. She wasn't. Her claustrophobia started to kick in. The walls were closing in on her and her breathing was getting fast and loud. Tears were streaming down the blonde's face, her sobs echoing throughout the bare room. A small, blinking light caught her attention. She was being watched from a tiny camera in the corner of the room. A girl, about Clarke's age, walked into the room wearing a big, white suit almost resembling a junky spacesuit.
"I'd like to ask you some question," the girl stated.
With a tear-stained face, Clarke replied, "And who are you?"
"You can ask questions later, it's my turn now."
After a long, thorough questioning about how we got here and who we were, the girl finally allowed Clarke to ask whatever she wanted.
"Where are my friends?" She demanded.
"They are all in rooms next to yours being asked the same questions."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Maya. My people have lived in Mount Weather since the world went to hell. We have been here ever since. No one is allowed outside. It's too dangerous between the Outsiders and the radiation. We wouldn't last five minutes up there."
"Did you say Outsiders? What does that mean?"
"The Outsiders are people who survived the Cataclysm. Their genetics are slightly different than ours, so they were able to survive the radiation. But, they are dangerous. They are savages who kill whoever they want for no reason at all."
"My people, we have to go save them then. They are out there all alone, with no food or water. Nothing to keep them safe. They know nothing about surviving or fighting. We have...we have to go save them. Please!"
"I'm sorry Clarke, but we can't. We aren't allowed to leave our compound. It's too dangerous."
"Then let us go, we can bring them all here. All 98 of them."
"I don't think that will work, but if you really want you can ask President Wallace. I am supposed to take you to him right now anyways"
Walking through the long, bright halls felt familiar, yet it felt wrong. Even after being on Earth for less than a day, Clarke felt as if she needed to escape this compound already. She did not come down from space only to be trapped again. Finally, they arrived at a grand door and entered. An old man with white hair and a kind face smiled at Clarke as she entered the room.
"Clarke Griffin I presume."
"Sir, if I may, I have something I would like to speak to you about."
"Of course, what is it that you would like to discuss?"
"My people, 98 of us are out there. Maya told me about the Outsiders. My people, they are just kids. They don't know how to survive or fight. They have no food or water, no weapons. I was wondering if you could share some supplies and survival tips with us, so we could survive on our own."
"Well Ms. Griffin, that is actually what I wanted to talk to you about. We heard from your group, that you are kind of like their leader. So, we saw it fit that we talk to you about this. We believe that your blood may be able to help us."
"Excuse me? Our blood?"
"Ms. Griffin, I'm sure it is no surprise to assume that Maya here told you about our situation. We have been stuck down here for nearly one hundred years. Your blood may be able to allow us to come back to the ground again. It is special, your blood can withstand the radiation. If all of your people donated some of their blood, then we would be able to share the ground. Rule it together, and get rid of any Outsiders who got in our way.
"Sir, if I may be honest, we don't want to be trapped here. All of our lives we have been trapped on way or another. Honestly, I'm done. I want to be free."
"And that is perfect okay Clarke. All I am asking is that your people be brought here to donate some our their blood. As soon as they do that, then they can be free. Please Clarke, we are not asking for a lot. Only for the chance to live a life that you have just been given. A life of freedom, a life on the ground. Once you give us your blood, we will give you weapons and supplies."
"Okay, fine. I accept your offer."
"Perfect! We will be allowing you and Finn to go get your people and bring them back here. You will leave at daybreak."
After a long, restless night, dawn finally came. As Clarke and Finn prepared for the journey, they were given guns and instructions on how to shoot them. "Shoot every Outsider you see," was what they were told.
"I'm not sure I can do this Finn."
"Hey, Princess. It will be okay. They are savages, not people anymore. That's what they told us."
Savages, not people. Savages, not people. Savages, people. Savages are people. Savages are still people. People. "I can't do this! I can't just kill people!" Clarke yelled, running out of Mount Weather with Finn trailing behind her. "Princess! Stop! You can't just run off. You left your gun!" Tears were streaming down Clarke's face as she ran into the forest, leaving Mount Weather behind. She kept running until she ran into something. Not able to see clearly because of the tears in her eyes, she was able to make out that it was a person. The next thing she could remember was having a cold, sharp blade held to her throat before being knocked out.
"Sky person, why have you come here?" Clarke heard a beautiful yet harsh voice ask as she opened her eyes to a tall brown-haired, green-eyed woman with black paint spread across her perfect face.
"Wow," was all Clarke could say.