Harley could hardly believe her family was dead. Since it crashed, yesterday, she couldn't find herself speaking to anyone. She got maybe a few hours of sleep, knowing that these were more deaths she could add to the list in her head. She wondered when it'd stop, if it ever would. If guns weren't brought when they were trying to make peace, Harley believed the deaths would have a better chance of stopping. There was no use dwelling over it, so Clarke and Bellamy had led a search party to find answers to where the ship crashed.

Finding herself unable to sleep again, Harley wandered outside of her empty tent. On most nights, before Roma's death, it was usually empty anyways, as her tent mate always had fun spending time in Bellamy's tent. Still, Roma was gone, just like everyone else, and Harley felt more sad.

Harley kept her back pressed against the gate, her hands in her jacket's pocket to keep them warm. She had been ignoring the delinquents surrounding Jasper, who told them the story of how he shot at the grounders. She knew it was his fault they couldn't make the peace treaty, but wouldn't mention it. Monty and Octavia had muttered about Jasper bitterly, before the dark-haired girl strided over to Harley.

Lifting her head, Harley peered at the other approaching. "Hey," Octavia greeted confidently, making Harley perk up. She sighed, regretful, before apologizing. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for shouting at you before, I was really annoyed with the 'hero' over there." She paused to emphasize the word 'hero' sarcastically, nodding her head in Jasper's direction. "I know you were just trying to make me feel better, so, I'm sorry," she confessed.

Brightening a bit, Harley gave Octavia a smile. "Don't worry about it," she said, assuring her that she understood why she was shouted at. "I just know we can figure this out."

Smiling back for a split second, Octavia dropped it when remembering what had happened not too long ago. "I know you were one of the privileged, and I um.." She stammered, tearing her gaze away and suddenly finding her boots very interesting. "I'm sorry about your family."

The beaming expression Harley had dropped at the mention of her parents. She had a sinking feeling in her chest again, remembering what happened. "Thanks," she finally answered. "I hope that Raven can get ahold of them soon, so we can find out what's happened." She didn't want to dwell on her family, just focus on the more hopeful part of the situation they were in.

"Me too," Octavia agreed.

Suddenly, there was a loud clatter coming from outside of the gate. Harley nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound, fearing it was the grounders. The gunners began shouting, holding their weapons forward, before Connor opened fire when hearing something moved. "Think I got him!" He announced.

"Wait!" Harley whispered loudly as they headed out of the gate. She figured that if it was a grounder, it could have only been one, if Connor really did hit it otherwise they would have been attacked already. She rushed forward, following Octavia and the small group of gunners past the gate.

Harley could hardly see through the dark, even with the glow of torches. Her and Octavia turned around a tree, seeing a small figure hiding behind a bush. "Hey, be careful!" Connor warned them, but it didn't stop Harley. She put her hand in front of Octavia, stopping her, and kneeling down to get a better look behind the bush.

Whoever it was, they seemed to be in a lot of pain. They were covered all over in blood from deep cuts Harley could see clearly, and was curled into a ball, their back to her face. They didn't look like a grounder, but she remained cautious when reaching her hand out and pushing aside the bush to get a better look. At the sound of leaves rustling, the intruder practically leaped in fear and rolled over, pushing themselves back to put a distance between them.

"Hey, hey!" Harley spoke gently, watching as the stranger turned and Harley got a look on their face. Her eyes widened in shock as he held his hand out, trembling with fear. "John?" She whispered.

"Harley, wait!" Octavia exclaimed as Harley scooted herself forward, not listening, desperate to see if he was okay. She never thought she'd see him again, not since he was banished. She didn't realize how bad she missed him until he was here again.

"John?" Harley repeated the name, seeing him shake, trying to keep Harley away. "John, it's okay.." She spoke gently, reaching out and touching his hand. He flinched violently at the touch, but started to calm. "It's me, Harley. It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." Her soft reassuring made Murphy visibly relax, and she was finally able to study him.

The cuts looked worse than Harley thought, and he seemed as if he had been through more of a hell than just that. Harley didn't mean to, but she tightened her grip on his hand from the worry and panic. "God," she breathed out slowly, completely dumbfounded. "What happened to you?"

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"Where is he?!"

The shouting of Bellamy's demands made Harley rise to her feet. Since her, Connor and Derek helped carry Murphy inside of the dropship, she refused to leave his side while they waited for their leaders to return. She let him sleep until the next day, assuring him he was safe, and brought him water. Harley was firm on making sure the delinquents didn't crowd him, as Murphy had yet to speak still. He was clearly traumatized, and Bellamy wasn't going to make it any easier.

Bellamy stormed inside, pushing his way to Murphy. Harley could see the angry expression on his face from staring at the wounded boy, who was still shaking. "Everyone but Connor and Derek out. Now!" He ordered. The delinquents complied, stalking outside while the other two stood on either side of Murphy with their guns, but Harley stood her ground. Bellamy looked from Murphy to Harley, narrowing his eyes. "You too. Go."

"I'm not leaving you alone with him," Harley claimed, attempting to sound as firm as possible. She knew Clarke and Finn were there too, but didn't trust they would stop him if he tried to unload his bullets into Murphy.

Caving and allowing Harley to stay, Bellamy looked towards the two guards. "He claims he was with the grounders," Derek explained.

"We caught him trying to sneak back into camp," Connor added, distasteful.

Murphy spoke for the first time since he's been there. "I wasn't sneaking," he mumbled, his voice rough and quiet. "I was running from the grounders."

"Did anyone see grounders?" Bellamy asked harshly. Connor shook his head in response. "Well, in that case.." Bellamy lifted his gun, the barrel pointed towards Murphy.

"Hey!" Harley exclaimed, reaching out and pushing the weapon down, making Bellamy glare at her. "What's wrong with you?!" She repeated the same words from when Murphy was hung, and their leader allowed it.

Lifting his gun back up, Bellamy shouted; "We were clear what would happen if he came back!"

Even though Harley was scared to the point she quivered, she put herself between Bellamy's gun and Murphy with her hands up. She knew he wouldn't shoot her, she was innocent. Even if Murphy wasn't, he was telling the truth. "Look at him. He's hurt," Harley said calmly. There was no one else that could have hurt him, the grounders were the only others on this planet.

"Bellamy, if he was with the grounders, then he knows things that can help us," Finn pointed out.

"Help us?" Bellamy repeated, angry. "We hanged him, we banished him, and now we're gonna kill him." He kept his gun pointed at Harley, warning her. "Get out of my way."

"No!" Harley exclaimed in frustration, nearly stomping her foot like a child not getting their way. "He was innocent when you hung him, yet you banished him?"

Speaking up, Clarke made her way to Murphy. "They're right." She knelt down in front of him, and Harley lowered her hands to turn around and see her as Bellamy lowered his gun.

Clarke and Bellamy argued back and forth about Charlotte's death, which was just as much fault theirs as it was his. Clarke reached out, carefully grabbing Murphy's hand and studying the fingertips. "He's not lying," she confirmed. "His fingernails were torn off. They tortured him." Harley inhaled sharply at her words, knowing by the look of Murphy it was the truth, but hearing it making the feeling different.

"You and the grounders should compare notes," Finn told Bellamy.

"The grounders know we're at war," Bellamy snapped back. He looked at Murphy threateningly before asking; "What did you tell them about us?"

Harley had been so worried about the fact that Murphy had been tortured, she never considered for what. It only made sense though. She knelt down on the other side of Clarke, giving him a soft look, trying to tell him without words that it was okay.

Staring from Harley to Bellamy, Murphy answered reluctantly. "Everything."

Fearing that, Harley made herself look away, reaching up to rub her nose with a strong sniffle. It was horrible, but she didn't blame him. The grounders tortured him for the information on them, she knew none of them could handle it by the looks of Murphy. What he endured must have been horrifying. Clarke sighed, standing to her feet to face Bellamy. "Once he's better, we find out what he knows, and then he's out of here," she stated.

"What if he refuses to leave?" Bellamy questioned as Clarke made her way to the dropship's exit. "What do we do with him then?"

Pausing, Clarke turned around. She looked to where Harley sat next to Murphy before answering hesitantly. "Then we kill him."

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Dragging a canteen through a small pool of the camp's water, Harley made sure it was filled to the top before screwing the top on. Murphy didn't have to ask for it, in fact he hardly talked to her, but she wasn't going to let him go thirsty or hungry. She hadn't cared if Bellamy wanted to spare the supplies for him, all Harley knew was that he was wounded still and he needed it. After, she figured she would ask Clarke to help her heal his wounds with something.

Suddenly, Harley's head snapped up when she heard a commotion. It was Connor and Derek, asking for Clarke loudly, with blood dripping down their mouths. She couldn't hear what the three were saying, but saw them move into the direction of the dropship. The only person inside the dropship was Murphy, and Harley knew something was wrong. She quickly slung the canteen's strap over her shoulder before running after them.

Harley arrived just in time to see Murphy on his side, coughing, blood erupting from his mouth and onto the floor. Alarmed, Harley rushed over as Clarke kneeled in front of him, calling his name until he stopped. "Is he okay?!" She spoke, crouching to be closer.

"I - I don't know," Clarke stammered, looking towards her. Harley could see the blood trail that left her eyes and down her cheeks. "Murphy, look at me. I need you to tell me exactly how you escaped from the grounders," she requested. "What happened?"

Blood dripped from Murphy's mouth as he answered, hoarse. "I woke up.. They forgot to lock my cage," he replied. "There was no one there.. So I took off." He sniffed loudly, taking a large breath after losing it from coughing up blood.

Catching on, Clarke shook her head. "They let you go," she stated in realization.

"Why?" Harley asked, confused, with her hand on Murphy's back as he began coughing again. Then, it hit her quickly. "Oh.." She breathed out. This was the grounder's revenge. They did something other than torture to Murphy, and let him go to infect the others with whatever he had.

Bellamy stormed in next, and Clarke warned him to stay back, but he demanded to know if Murphy did something to her. "It's biological warfare," Clarke explained, weak. "You were waiting for the grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it. Murphy's the weapon."

"Sit up," Harley told Murphy softly, helping him lean against the dropship wall. She slid her canteen off, picking up a rag and pouring water on it. He watched as she balled it up before pressing it against his forehead, feeling the warmth heat through it. "He could have a fever, Clarke," Harley spoke, giving her one of the symptoms.

"Is this your revenge?" Bellamy demanded, blaming Murphy. "Helping the grounders kill us?"

"I didn't know about this," Murphy defended himself, making Harley frown as she gently wiped the wet rag across his forehead. "I swear."

Enraged, Bellamy waved his hand and shouted. "Stop lying!"

"He's not lying!" Harley defended him, surprising herself with how frustrated and loud she was getting. "John," she spoke, this time more tender to catch his attention. "Can you think? Is there anything helpful that you heard?" She asked, concerned with not only his well-being but everyone else's.

Shaking his head, Murphy responded. "They are vicious, cruel.."

"You want to see vicious?!" Bellamy exclaimed, lurching forward, but stopped when Clarke raised her hand.

"Don't," Clarke warned him. "Whatever this thing is, it spreads through contact." Realizing Harley probably shouldn't be there, touching Murphy, if she didn't feel sick, she paused but shook her head. She's already been exposed to it, there was no use backing away now.

Finn rushed in, demanding to know what was going on, but before Clarke could finish explaining, Derek began coughing and spluttering, bending over until he was flat on the floor. The blonde rushed to his aid, but before she could help him pass through the coughing, his body fell limp and Harley couldn't hear him coughing anymore. She looked in his direction, feeling panic arising. "Is he.."

She didn't have to finish, Clarke already knew. She shook her head, pulling her hand away from where she had checked for a pulse. "He's dead," she confirmed regretfully.

As Finn and Bellamy quickly washed their hands with Monty's moonshine, Harley noticed how guilty Murphy seemed. Almost like he wasn't afraid to die from the same sickness. She didn't say nothing, instead kept quiet in the situation she'd usually assure everyone they were going to be fine, as Finn asked what they were going to do.

"Quarantine," Clarke decided. "Round up everyone who had contact with Murphy, bring them here." Finn nodded, taking off to comply. She looked towards Harley, apologetic. "You'll have to stay here too, Harley," she spoke.

Already knowing this, Harley nodded back, lowering her hand. She picked up the canteen again, handing it to Murphy. "Here, drink," she told him. "Clear your throat." She stood up when he took it, wiping her bloody hand on her pant legs before looking towards Clarke. "I'm feeling fine, but I'll stay and help whoever's sick," she stated. "I can get Clover to get water, or something." Clarke nodded back at the suggestion, giving her the okay.

Hoping that she could help prevent the symptoms of the fever save the sick people's lives, Harley pushed aside the fear of dying and prepared herself.