The shovel Harley was holding dug deep into the dirt with her lithe fingers wrapped around the wood with each drive forward. She was tired and uncomfortably hot, despite it being night, but none of the delinquents were close to giving up. Everyone was just as tired, keeping an eye out for the grounders night and day. Myles, Clarke and Finn were attacked by them while hunting, and the others had brought Myles back in critical condition. Bellamy, knowing it was a sign of war, had ordered the delinquents around. All Harley wanted was to find her missing friends, and take a long nap.

"Hey." A greeting caught Harley's attention from below, where Raven was preparing a wire in the hole Harley was digging. It was Raven's idea, to plant mines outside of the wall. "Stay focused and dig deeper here," she ordered. Harley nodded, putting her foot on top of the shovel and pushing it downwards back in the dirt, careful not to hit the wire. Raven's hands went to work, tying it together.

Approaching the two girls at work and passing by a few others, Bellamy watched closely. "Better hope those landmines work," he said. "All the gunpowder we're wasting, we could be making more grenades."

Rolling her eyes, Raven paused her actions to look over her shoulder. "You want to come over here and test one?" She challenged.

Ignoring her, Bellamy continued his demands. "I need this entire section mined by morning," he commanded. "Then you finish the South field."

Caught by surprise, Raven stopped and rose to her feet. "Hey!" She called out as Harley backed up from the mine she was working on, not wanting to be to close without the mechanic near. "I told you, we're going after Finn, Clarke and Monty in the morning."

"And I told you, nobody leaves this camp," Bellamy retorted.

Discouraged at the statement, Harley pressed her palms on top of the shovel. "But they're our friends!" She proclaimed.

"And what if they're dead?" Bellamy shot back, looking over Raven's head to glare at Harley. "Then we go out there and probably die for a maybe."

Giving Bellamy a disappointed look by tilting her head, Harley lifted a hand and pointed behind her to the graveyard. "Then we bury them with the others," she quipped. "Our friends belong together. Besides, you don't know that they're dead. Myles was brought back alive," she argued.

Choosing not to respond, Harley sighed as Bellamy bluntly ignored her distress and turned back around. Raven followed after him, and Harley couldn't hear what she was whispering, but from her angry stand she knew that the mechanic was giving him an earful for choosing to abandon his people. She couldn't believe that their 'fearless leader' was taking the cowards trail, choosing to let his people die when they could be lost and scared, or worse, wounded like Myles was and dying. Grounders were coming whether they left to search or not, but Harley chose to let Raven handle it.

Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot ringing in the air from a distance away. Harley's heart nearly leaped out of her chest at the sound. She picked the shovel up, holding it at her side as if it was a weapon and sprinted forward towards the echo. She could clearly see Sterling leaning against a tree, holding a gun and on watch, while desperately trying to explain to Bellamy it was an accident from being on watch all day. Harley breathed a sigh of relief, becoming glad they weren't under attack, but it didn't last.

"We've all been on watch all day!" Bellamy shouted back, grabbing Sterling by his jacket and pinning him up against the tree, all while startling Harley. Hadn't he understood it was just an accident? "That bullet was one less dead grounder!"

From beside her brother, Octavia spoke up calmly. "Bell, you're scaring people," she informed him, gesturing to the frightened delinquents, Harley among them.

"They should be scared!" Bellamy exaggerated in a shout. He turned around, meeting everyone's terrified expressions. "The bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up! The grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one when we do!" He announced. "Clarke, Finn, and Monty are gone, probably dead." Harley could see from beside her, Jasper, tensing up at the mention of his missing best friend. "And if you want to be next, I can't stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp!" He declared. "This camp is the only thing keeping us alive!"

Harley breathed out, feeling a chill, as she reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. She wanted to know if her friends were out there, alive or dead. If they were alive, and hurt, then they needed to be back in the camp. If there was the chance that the three were dead, Harley knew she wanted them to be buried with the others for a proper goodbye.

But Bellamy didn't seem like he was budging from his demands. "Get back to work!" He ordered, waving his hand and storming off from the group.

When Raven did finally relieve Harley of her digging duties, after noticing the girl had blisters growing on her hands from the shovel and tiresome work for hours, it was nearing day time. She figured she'd dip her hands into water, wash out the small wounds, and possibly end up back with the mechanic until they ran out of gunpowder. She was wincing, brushing her thumb against the current bleeding blister on her palm as she walked into the camp

Even though Harley was tired from being up for longer than twenty-four hours, her first direction was headed towards their small supply of water that was used for cleaning. She thought of Roma, who wished for bottles of shampoo. While she hoped for that, knowing that her hair is greasy and knotted mixed with dirt, Harley couldn't help but wish for some type of a slightly decent medkit. Clover and Monty could only identify so many plants that were used for medicine, and as far as she knew, she didn't know there was a cure for blisters.

However, before Harley could consider asking Clover about it after her small trip to the water supply, there was a creaking sound in the distance and shouting. Harley instantly forgot about her wound and dashed in the other direction when hearing her brother's name being shouted in anger. She came to a sudden stop, alarmed, watching as the dropship door came to a shut.

Bellamy was in front of the dropship, being the one who was shouting. "Murphy!" He called out, fuming. "Open the damn door!"

Harley's shoulders drooped and she gasped softly, worried and troubled. "John, what are you doing.." She whispered to herself, bolting forward, needing to be closer.

"You try to be a hero, Jasper dies!" Murphy shouted back, before the door had finally sealed shut, separating him and Jasper from the outside, where Harley stood, completely stunned from what reckless choice her brother was making.

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Despite what Bellamy had wanted, Harley didn't move from her spot, even when the sun came up. She didn't care that she should have been working, helping the others. Murphy and Jasper were inside the dropship, her brother and her friend, and she didn't know what the hell he was trying to do. Harley stood out of the dropship, staring at the door, paralyzed with worry. She thought after being welcomed back into the camp, something would have changed in him. She believed that he wasn't a monster or a cold-blooded killer like the others thought, she knew there was something good in him. If he would push past this, Harley swore to herself she'd show him it.

Harley hadn't even moved when Octavia stormed forward, speaking to her brother. She only snapped back to reality when the fierce girl went for the dropship door, shouting. "Murphy!" She screeched. "Murphy, if you even touch Jasper, I swear to God, you're dead!" She threatened. Bellamy tried to assure her otherwise, that he was handling the situation, and Octavia turned her head to glare at him. "Really?" She challenged. "Because it doesn't look like you're doing anything about it."

Soon, Harley could hear Raven approaching and speaking to Bellamy about the panel in the back that she could get into, but she only moved and spoke when she felt a gloved hand on her shoulder. She looked behind her, seeing a familiar blonde with big and concerned eyes. "I heard about Murphy," Clover said softly. "I'm really sorry."

Upset, Harley reached up and put her hand over Clover's, leaning into the comforting touch. With what he's done, so far, she didn't know what Bellamy was going to be doing for this. The time Murphy's knife was found and he was blamed for Wells death, Bellay had hung him just for the initials on the knife, there was no telling what was to happen now. "I just want him to stop making stupid decisions," Harley finally murmured sadly.

Clover nodded in understanding. Harley had suddenly perked up when hearing Bellamy speak into his walkie talkie, delivering a message to the one inside. "Murphy, I know you can hear me," he announced. "All our ammo and food is in the middle level. You know that. You're leaving us vulnerable to an attack. I can't let that happen."

Breathing in relief, Harley listened to her brother's reply, no matter how bitter it was. "Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, you're not exactly in control right now."

"Come on, Murphy," Bellamy urged him. "You don't want to hurt Jasper. You want to hurt me. So what do you say? How about you trade him for me?" Octavia protested, but he lifted the walkie talkie again. "All you have to do is let him go, and I'll take his place."

"How?" Murphy asked.

"Simple," Bellamy replied calmly, not in fear for his life. "You open the door, I walk in, he walks out."

Releasing Clover's hand, Harley strided towards him. "I want to go inside with you," she stated as Bellamy lowered the walkie talkie, glancing towards her. "He's not thinking straight. Please," she begged, knowing that she wanted both of them to walk out of this alive.

The dropship door creaked open again, slowly, a signal that Murphy agreed with Bellamy. "No," he stated sharply. "He only wants me."

Confirming this, Murphy shouted, his voice echoing through the opening. "Just you, Bellamy! Unarmed!" Bellamy was right; Harley knew he only wanted him. There was no telling what Murphy would do if Harley strolled in too.

Surrendering his weapons, Bellamy handed his gun to one of the gunners and the walkie talkie to Octavia. "Ten seconds, or I'll put one in Jasper's leg!" Murphy called out, threatening, before he began counting.

Shoving the walkie talkie in Harley's hands, Octavia stepped forward. "Raven will find a way to get you out," she told Bellamy softly, over Murphy's countdown.

"I can handle Murphy," Bellamy assured her. "Get everyone back to work. The grounders are still coming." Octavia let him go, and the leader stepped forward, onto the door. "I'm here!" He called out to Murphy, fair warning, before holding his hands up in surrender and walking inside.

The second he passed through the door, Jasper came rolling out, and the door lifted backup to seal shut. Harley bit her lower lip, looking down to her blistered hand that held the walkie talkie. She heard Octavia checking on Jasper, taking the gag out of his mouth and untying his hands. She was glad she was okay, but Murphy and Bellamy were now locked in the dropship and there was no telling how it ended.

Knowing this, Harley lifted the walkie talkie and pressed the button, sucking in a deep emotional breath before speaking softly.

        "John? It's me, Harley. Please listen to me."