According to Bellamy, their home was back at the old dropship. Harley didn't feel so comfortable at home with Lincoln screaming like a wild animal while being chained up as Bellamy went to go and recruit Clarke to help them. She kept her back pressed to the wall of the ship, pushing her knees to her chest and chose to close her eyes and attempt to drown Lincoln out. It wasn't easy, considering the way he wanted to eat both her and Octavia and screamed to express that. She had tried covering her ears, but it was useless. There was something seriously wrong with him, and despite being frightened to her core, Harley refused to let herself leave.

Instead, Harley tried to remember the better times at the dropship as her and Octavia waited patiently for Bellamy and Clarke to return. She could phase back to when Lincoln was chained up here for the first time and was mercilessly tortured, or when her brother was hung, or even during the war when she was attacked and nearly killed. There were good times here, despite all of that. Like when her and all of her friends were hallucinating on the nuts they ate, and she met Clover. Or when she played card games with Octavia, Monty and Jasper. This was once her home, Harley knew, and she would always cherish the moments she laughed.

All of a sudden, the latch to the level they were on was unlocked and swung open. The sound made Harley pick her head up, relieved to see it was Clarke with a medkit in her hand. Before either her or Octavia could speak in greeting, Lincoln swung out of the darkness he was in, pulling against the binds and bellowing deeply. Clarke was completely stunned with wide eyes, stepping back as Bellamy made his way to the level and quickly calming her down. "It's okay, it's okay," he assured her. "He's been restrained."

Even though Lincoln was bound, Harley saw that Clarke still looked uneasy as she shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe we're back here again," she mumbled, referring to the time that the grounder was tortured for answers.

Octavia was exhausted as she spoke, asking the question they were hoping had a good response. "Can you help him?"

Unsure of how to respond, Clarke hesitated, observing as Lincoln continued acting like an animal, struggling against his restraints and hissing loudly. "I don't know," she answered reluctantly.

Rising to her feet, Harley gazed over to Clarke, a desperate look plastered on her face. She had been worried about Lincoln since they saw her in the dropship, despite him attacking her and throwing her against a stone wall. She knew, from the few times that she had seen him, he was a soft and gentle person. They needed a medic to look him over, even if it was an attempt. "But you'll try, right?" Harley asked her, hopeful. Clarke looked over her shoulder before nodding, but she even seemed unsure.

"I knew Mount Weather controlled the reapers," Clarke noted, dazed in shock from the sight of how Lincoln was acting. "But I had no idea they were creating them."

"If they can do that to Lincoln, what're they doing to our friends?" Bellamy pointed out in question. Harley sighed, unable to picture what was happening to her friends in the mountain, if they ended up like Lincoln or even worse. They had to help them.

Octavia stood up after a minute, shining her flashlight on Lincoln as Clarke stepped as close as she could without being attacked. From where Harley could see, as she stood with her arms crossed over her chest, Lincoln was suddenly twitching violently as if he was in a lot of pain. He looked as if he was beginning to have a seizure. The medic still remained shocked, but was coming off as concerned at the sight. "He's convulsing." Her gaze fell downwards, seeing the bleeding wound tied in bandages. "What happened to his leg?" She questioned.

A wave of shock fell over Octavia by the question, leaving her in a state of blur as she stared at the injury. Harley frowned, grimacing slightly when knowing how upset she was by being the cause of it. She reached outward, gently resting her hand on the other's shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. You had to," she said softly, knowing it was a shot Octavia didn't want to take but had to.

Knowing that Harley was right, Octavia cleared her throat. "I shot him," she told Clarke, who was surprised by the admission but focused her attention back on the wounded.

"Clarke," Bellamy interrupted. "He's lost a lot of blood." Harley remembered he was the only one brave enough to get close enough and wrap the wound as best they could.

Taking hesitant steps, Clarke cautiously neared Lincoln but he suddenly roared louder, nearly in her face. She remained still, studying him despite the way he struggled and growled. "Can you shine the light on his neck?" She requested. Octavia lifted her flashlight, the light beaming on his face who squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head, avoiding it while thrashing but exposing his neck to be more clearer for them. Staring, Harley could see the few holes that Clarke was observing. "Needle marks."

"You think he's being drugged?" Bellamy asked.

Confused, Harley looked from the needle marks to him. There were drugs on The Ark, but none of them would turn someone into the animal Lincoln had become. She's never heard of anything like it. "What kind of drug could do this to someone?" She questioned, knowing how much pain that Lincoln was possibly in.

"I don't know," Clarke responded honestly. She seemed just as confused, not knowing that there was a drug that could have these effects.

Suddenly, there was a whipping sound in the air and before anyone could react, Lincoln had one arm tightly around Clarke and wailed loudly, attempting to take a bite out of her. "Lincoln!" Octavia shouted, lurching forward but he violently pushed her away, making her stumble and fall backwards into Harley. She let out a tiny shriek as they both were pushed into the wall and tumbled down painfully. Tangled with Octavia, Harley tried to sit up at the same time as Bellamy beat Lincoln's arm, forcing him to let go before headbutting Bellamy and throwing both him and Clarke back.

Horrified, Harley was powerless to watch as Lincoln ripped off the bounds around his upper body and leaped towards the fallen ones. He fell to the ground from the bounds on his feet, screeching and reaching for the four. Octavia threw a protective arm over Harley, pushing her back until she was scooted behind her in a sitting position, panting as Lincoln pulled at the restraints on his ankles.

Bellamy came back from the attack on him before swiping up his electric baton and attempting to use it on Lincoln who reacted by viciously throwing him to the ground, and striking him repeatedly. Octavia pressed her hand down on Harley arm, telling her to stay there without words, before jumping to her feet and grabbing a metal bar that had been leaned against the wall. She threw it back before swinging it downwards, hitting Lincoln with it until he was subdued and no longer a threat for now.

Panting, Harley fearfully watched as Octavia slumped to the ground, regret written on her face for striking Lincoln. She was at a loss of what to say, knowing they were all unsure if they could help him but wouldn't stop until they did everything that they could.

This time when Lincoln was tied down, it was to the floor of the dropship per Clarke's request so they could treat him. "We have to stop the bleeding and get the bullet out," she stated as he began to come back. "Hold his leg down."

Harley worked with Bellamy, pressing her hands on his lower leg that struggled against the chains as Clarke opened her medkit. Octavia attempted to give him water, shushing him softly, but it was spat out as he growled and hissed louder. Clutching the canteen and defeated, she shook her head and stood. "I'll go get some more," she mumbled.

Before Harley could protest, the words lost in her throat, Bellamy did so for her. He rose to his feet, gripping her arm to keep her from leaving. "Once the drug is out of his system, he'll be okay."

"You can't protect me from this one, big brother," Octavia responded faintly before she was down the hatch and gone. Bellamy looked apologetic, but shook off the feeling and knelt back down beside Harley and continued holding Lincoln's leg down.

Despite the way Lincoln struggled and howled, Clarke managed to care for the injury and Harley was able to let go of the leg as she wrapped it with new bandages. Bellamy watched, observing her, before speaking in soothing words. "Your mom would be proud."

Clarke hesitated before responding, her voice low and distressed. "My mom would know how to save him."

"You still did good," Harley spoke in addition, lulling her as she packed her medical supplies away. Clarke looked up, connecting eyes with her and gave her a timid, thankful smile for the assurment.

The latch door flung open and Octavia appeared, making Harley glance up and smile, glad to see she was doing better after getting some air. However, it dropped when seeing who was right behind her, a male with long dark hair, a tattooed face, and clearly a grounder. Bellamy sprung into action, swiping up a gun and pointing it forward, but Octavia quickly shielded him with her with her hands held up in defense. "Bellamy, don't!" She exclaimed. "It's Nyko. He's Lincoln's friend and their healer."

There was a soft look on Nyko that reminded Harley of Lincoln, and she let her guard down despite the fact that he was a grounder. If he was Lincoln's friend, she didn't doubt he was as kind as him. To meet another peaceful grounder assured her that she was right, upon knowing for sure that there were grounders in the woods that did want peace as she did. While Harley trusted him immediately, Bellamy hadn't and kept his gun held forward.

To Harley's side, Lincoln began fiercly shaking, catching her attention. His head shuddered up and down and he was twitching, convulsing. "He's seizing again!" Clarke exclaimed, alarmed and pressing on his thudding chest. Foam began pouring out of the side of his mouth, making Harley gasp as he choked. Octavia fell beside her, worried and urging Nyko to help.

Nyko pulled out a small pack, unrolling it and choosing a small bottle. Clarke eyed it wearily as he unscrewed it. "What is that?" She asked.

Instead of responding, Nyko held it over Lincoln's mouth, ready to pour the liquid out inside. Harley didn't argue, assuming he was helping him and only concerned it wouldn't work. Nyko seemed visibly upset as he spoke in his language. "Yu gonplei ste odon." (Your fight is over.)

"Wait!" Clarke shouted, jutting her hand out and catching the drop in her palm before it could fall into Lincoln's mouth.

Nyko pulled his knife out in warning as Bellamy gestured further with his gun, threatening. "Back off!" He demanded. "Right now!"

"Hey, there's no need for this!" Harley cut in, speaking to both Bellamy and Nyko as she set her hand on Nyko's arm. Lincoln still needed help. He sent the kind girl a glance before tucking his knife away, retracting the hostile gesture towards Clarke.

"Yu gonplei ste odon," Clarke repeated the words in a whisper. "It's what they say before death." Harley's eyes flew open in surprise, not expecting that. "He's not trying to heal him. He's trying to kill him," she accused harshly.

Shocked, Octavia narrowed her expression to Nyko in a glare. "Nyko, is it true?" She demanded to know.

"Yes," Nyko replied regretfully. "Death is the only way."

Disagreeing, Harley shook her head. That wasn't true, she believed. Her heart told her that it was possible that Lincoln could be saved, no matter what he or his people thought. "Hold on," Clarke urged. "There could be a way to bring him back."

"None that I've ever seen," Nyko said, his forehead creasing.

There was suddenly a voice from behind them that Harley recognized as Finn. She didn't know where he had came from, but the sound of him talking made her visibly stiffen despite how urgent he had sounded. "We have to go! The camp's leaving!"

Furiously, Nyko recognized Finn and began shouting. "You! Ripa!" (Murderer!) Harley was pushed back as he leaped to his feet, pushing Finn to the wall and keeping him pinned. Bellamy was shouting for him to get off with his gun aimed, but Harley ignored him, only watching frightfully as Nyko became vicious quickly from being enraged. "You slaughtered my people! Elders! Children! Innocents! Blood must have blood!"

Harley knew that Finn would have consequences for what he did, but not like this. Octavia put herself in between Bellamy and Nyko, trying to stop the fight. "Bellamy, you're not killing him!" She shouted over her brother's demands to move. While they fought, Harley turned her head, repulsed by the scene, only to realize that Lincoln was laying completely still.

Having enough, Clarke picked up the electric baton that Bellamy had dropped and pressed it again Nyko's back. The man quivered from the electricity before he fell, finally releasing Finn. Harley was too busy pressing her hand against Lincoln's chest, unable to feel it rising and falling. It left her stunned, feeling nauseated when knowing that he wasn't breathing. "Guys," she whispered, grabbing the other's attention.

Everyone's head turned to Lincoln, seeing how still that he was. "L-Lincoln.." She breathed out, running to kneel beside him. "He's not breathing.."

Taking over, Clarke pressed her hand to Lincoln's neck, unable to feel a pulse. "His heart stopped, move!" She exclaimed. Harley and Octavia made sure to get out of the way of her, watching worriedly, as the blonde began performing CPR on his chest. Cradling her face in her hands, Harley waited, urging Lincoln to come back.

Within a minute, Lincoln sucked in a deep breath as if he hasn't breathed in years. He remained unconscious as his head fell back, but he was alive. "Oh my god," Harley exhaled softly, her mouth curling into a small smile from solace. "He's alive." Even Octavia was smiling, thankful that Clarke had saved him.

Catching onto Harley's words, that somehow Lincoln was alive after his heart had stopped, Nyko had stared at his friend in astoundment. "He was dead.. How did you do that?" He asked.

Realization seemed to suddenly hit Clarke and she swiveled to face him. "You've tried bringing reapers back before?" Nyko nodded. "And they died like this?" She guessed, causing another nod. With the years they've been down here, Harley couldn't even imagine how many people have died from Mount Weather.

"What is it?" Bellamy questioned, urging Clarke to speak up of what she was planning.

"I know how to stop the attack."

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