Harley didn't particularly like eavesdropping, but when she heard that Raven was going to be sneaking out Octavia, Bellamy, and Clarke, she knew she had to be apart of it. Even if Finn scared her a bit, she needed to know that both him and Murphy were okay. They were searching for a girl who wasn't missing, and if the grounders found them, Harley didn't know what would happen. She only assumed the others didn't think she'd want to go, being a scared girl, so she chose to invite herself.

The three planned to meet Raven behind Camp Jaha and sneak out with her plan to shut down the electric fence. Harley could see them in the distance and prepared herself to stride over, so she could ask to join, before she felt a small grip on her wrist, pulling her back. Confused, she turned around, seeing concerned blue eyes that belonged to Clover.

"Where are you going?" Clover asked, her voice laced with uneasiness. "We just got back, and you still haven't gotten your stitches looked at yet."

Harley turned her hand over, grasping Clover's digits in her hand. She didn't want her to fret over her and where she was planning to head, and she didn't have much time. "The others are going to look for John and Finn, I have to go," she explained. Clover didn't seemed eased or comforted by the words. "John's my brother. I have to make sure he's okay," she continued, insisting firmly.

"But he wouldn't do the same for you," Clover replied, her response striking Harley in a harsh way despite the tender expression she was staring at. Regardless if they were true or not, Harley hadn't wanted to hear them. "You can get hurt out there. I don't want something to happen to you while you're doing this for someone who wouldn't do the same for you."

Even if Clover was right, and Murphy really wouldn't go on a rescue mission for Harley, she realized how she felt about it. Shrugging, she answered simply. "I don't care." The news of having a brother, a twin at that, was still foreign and completely new to her. But it was still there, all true. Despite the fact that Murphy may not have cared for Harley as much as she did him, it wouldn't stop her.

Clover still looked upset, but she nodded in understanding. "Be safe?" She asked softly, informing the other that she wouldn't be attending this time. Harley nodded, confirming she'd at least try to do so. She leaned forward, holding the side of Clover's face before softly kissing her in a silent good-bye. Her heart swelled with affection at the action, and she felt herself smile into it.

It hurt to see Clover's expression when pulling away, but Harley was determined and knew that this was something she had to do. She walked towards to the hidden spot of Camp Jaha, out of sight from everyone else, especially Chancellor Abby Griffin who refused to allow a search party to bring back Murphy and Finn. Harley was distressed by the thought of the woman no longer caring for her friends and brother all because her daughter was finally home, and it was upsetting that they had to take matters in their own hands.

As Harley carefully approached the four talking, arguing with Octavia, she pressed her hand against the wall and neared them before making her arrival noticed when quietly clearing her throat. The others were startled by the sound, scared that they were caught in the act of sneaking out, but slowly calmed when seeing it was only the timid, sweet girl and went back to work.

"What are you doing here?" Octavia asked curiously, being handed a pack by Bellamy and slinging it over her shoulder with taking her gaze off Harley.

"I wanted to know if I could come too," Harley requested, hopeful. "Please?" She begged when she noticed that there was a moment of hesitation before someone would answer her. She knew she wasn't useful, and was just a burden for them to carry along, but it was all for Murphy and her friends.

"Look," Bellamy finally spoke up, slipping a gun's band onto his side. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you won't even carry. We'll bring Finn back, alright?" He bargained, expecting for Harley to back down due to the direct insult at the fact that she wouldn't carry a firearm and defend herself like them.

Disappointed and wounded, Harley had nearly wanted to stomp her foot like a child from the frustration of how much Bellamy didn't understand how she felt. "I want John back too," she claimed difficulty. "Can I please?" She pleaded in distraught. Her eyesight fell to the weapon over Bellamy's limb. "I'll carry. I'll be quiet. You won't even know that I'm there!" She exclaimed, making sure to remain quiet enough to not draw attention.

A smile spread on Octavia's face and she nudged her brother. "Come on, let her come," she urged Bellamy. "Give her a gun." Bellamy came off as uncertain, hesitating to agree, before he caved with a nod. He pulled another handgun out of Raven's bag and passed it to Harley. She had tried to seem as brave as the others, hiding her dread of holding a gun again while putting it in her belt so the leader would let her come and not noticing that Octavia was pleased by being agreed with.

Motioning to the gate, Bellamy narrowed his stare to his sister. "Lead the way," he bid Octavia.

Octavia took a step towards the gate, but Raven quickly interrupted her by sticking her long, metal cane out. "Whoa," she cautioned. "Not so fast, Pocahontas." She pressed the end of the object to the gate, making a loud electric buzz hiss out. Harley winced at the sound, wondering why it was still on and how they'd get past it.

"I thought you said it was handled," Clarke spoke in a whisper, just as troubled.

"It is," Raven assured them. She pulled a walkie-talkie out of her brace and held the button down before speaking into it. "Shut her down, Wick." Patiently waiting after the command, Raven held the cane back out after a minute and poked the wiring again. This time, there was no electric response. The mechanic turned back to her group of friends, smiling with content. "Handled."

Thanking her politely, Harley waited her turn to break the rules and sneak out. Octavia went first, tossing her pack through the wires first before ducking down and slipping through an opening. Bellamy went after, following next to her, as Clarke crawled behind him. Harley finally went last, holding the wire up to make more room as she dipped her head down and passed the wired fence.

Harley didn't know what was waiting for them as she followed her group of friends into the woods, and having a gun strapped to her waist hadn't made it any better. But she took a deep breath, and reminded herself to at least pretend she was brave for now.

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After a long night, Harley found herself tiredly rubbing her eyes as she trudged forward. Her feet ached and she was still tired from the lack of slumber, but continued anyways. She was worn out from all the stumbling through the woods, tailing Octavia's memory to the village. The sunlight shone through the trees and beat down on her, making her want to take off her jacket from being too hot. It was as if they had never caught a break, and would always be this exhausted, whether it was physically or emotionally. Harley knew she was.

However, Octavia claimed that they were close, which had made Harley perk up and become much more awake. She went on down the slope, carefully hopping over a log laid on the ground as she watched Octavia scan the area.

"This is it," Bellamy announced from the map Finn had copied into a drawing for him. Harley came to a halt, tilting her head back and looking at a breathtaking statue. It was a marbled man, sitting on a chair. It had looked as if it was falling apart, but to Harley, it was a beautiful piece of artwork still, somehow surviving tall and proud after endless years of radiation and war. "Which way to the village?" Bellamy asked, turning his head. "O?"

Harley tore her wide eyes away from the sculpture to see Octavia was in a daze with a heartbreaking expression, unresponsive to Bellamy's question. Harley reached out, gently laying her hand on Octavia's shoulder and bringing her back to their reality. "What is it, Octavia?" She questioned lightly and in concern.

Shakily, Octavia pointed her sword forward into the distance. "The reapers came from there," she breathed out, her voice cracking before her face curled into a broken look. Harley watched, saddened, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I couldn't save him. I couldn't save him," she repeated, shattered.

Harley didn't have to pause or think of her next action. She crossed her arm over Octavia's shoulder, pulling her close and into an embrace. She was fortunate enough to have the effective hug returned, feeling Octavia's wet face press into her jacket. It nearly made tears prick into her own eyes as she brought her hand up, pressing her hand soothingly into the crying one's hair.

Carefully threading her fingers through Octavia's hair as to miss the braid, Harley let her sob into her shoulder. "It's okay," she whispered, assuming that the one she couldn't save was Lincoln. She couldn't imagine that kind of hurt. "It's going to be okay. We're going to get through this together, alright?" She promised.

Slowly pulling away, Octavia nodded. Harley tried to give her a comforting smile as she wiped her tears away before clearing her throat. She knew that she wasn't good with expressing emotions or feelings, so for now, Harley let it go and allowed her to continue leading them to the village.

It had felt like hours for Harley who tried to keep up with them when she suddenly heard rapid gunfire in the distance. Her eyes widened, feeling sick, as she broke out into a run with the other three, taking off towards the village. She knew it wasn't far, which meant the sound was coming from there. Harley's mind was racing as she ran, her heart pounding in her chest.

Alarmed, Harley picked up the pace when the gunfire continued. It was louder this time, which meant she was closer. Every instinct that she had was telling her to grab her gun, but she worried more about racing forward, either desperate or frightened to know why the sound was happening. Something was wrong.

Now that she was closer, Harley could hear distant shouting and screams of pain. It nearly took her breath away and left her just as petrified as the day of their war. She couldn't possibly imagine what was happening, but upon arriving to the scene, she realized it was the last thing she ever expected.

Harley could feel her throat close up into a lump and her stomach plummet. She felt as if she was going to hurl everywhere when seeing Finn holding a gun pointed forward and many, many dead grounders. Men, women, children not much younger than herself. The ones who were still alive were weeping, clutching each other.

Octavia was the first to move, and it made Harley find feeling in her shaky legs. She couldn't look away from the dead bodies, all bleeding with bullet wound, leaving her horrified. She quivered as she followed Octavia, her mouth dropped open, as the girl leaned over a young boy with blood dripping from his mouth.

Tears streamed down Harley's cheek as she came to the realization that she was crying at the sight of the deceased. Octavia had breathed out the young boy's name, who was much too young to die so horrifically. No one deserved this, to be the backlash of Finn's anger from not being able to find Clarke. Forcibly looking away, Harley noticed that Murphy was there, more shocked than anything by the complete massacre.

"John," Harley whispered out, her voice breaking with the name. She was glad to see he was alive, but at what cost? She slowly staggered forward until she was close enough for him to see that she was crying from being filled with such horror and disturbance at what Finn had done. She knew that he wasn't the same, not since he shot the grounder in the underground bunker, but this was different. It left her stomach churning, Harley knew that they didn't possibly deserve this.

What Harley hadn't expected was for Murphy to catch her as she lurched forward. His arms captured hers, making sure to seize his sister before she fell. He was stiff, unsure of what to do, but for her, it was comforting enough. She flinched when hearing Finn speak, telling Clarke that he found her. It was then she had known, that no matter how hard she tried, she could never be brave.