"This is Octavia. Can anyone hear me, damn it?"

Harley almost cries in relief as Bellamy widely smiles. Octavia was alive. She sounds frustrated; who knows how long she's been trying to get their attention. Bellamy quickly picks up the speaker, unhooking it and speaking into it with his finger on the button. "O, it's me."

There's a silence, possibly from Octavia's shock, before she responds. "Bellamy? Is Harley there too?"

Reaching out, Harley grips the speaker over Bellamy's hand and presses his finger on the button. "Octavia, I'm here," she says, her voice breaking with the overwhelming emotion. "Are you okay?"

"I'm alive. I won," Octavia confirmed. Harley releases Bellamy's hand, trembling as she smiles. She knew Octavia would, she knew she had no reason to doubt her. The others, besides her and Bellamy, seem surprised at the news. Clarke turns, holding her head in her hands with shame, trying to wrap her mind at what she just did. "Bell, what the hell did you do?"

"It wasn't me, but I'll fix it," Bellamy reassures her.

"Listen to me," Octavia commanded after another pause. "When I won, I decided to share the bunker with everyone. A hundred from each clan." Harley's stays quiet, but she can't help the pride filling her, proud of the selfless decision Octavia made. She chose to let the clans live on instead of only saving her own. "Kane is out there buying us time, helping them select their people, and Gaia somehow convinced the scouts to lock down the temple. But if anybody finds out that Skaikru stole the bunker, we're all dead," Octavia finished seriously.

"Copy that," Bellamy agreed. "We're on our way."

The door to the office squeaks open again, making Harley stand straighter. A few guards walk in, the one in the lead Miller. It only takes one look at Jaha to know what he ordered them here for. "Turn off the radio," the elder man ordered. Neither Bellamy or Harley move.

"Thelonious, we can save them," Abby informs him. Jaha doesn't seem to care so much, as he gestured to Bellamy,

"O, we're gonna need some time..." Bellamy hesitantly informed Octavia on the other side.

"Wait, what?!" Octavia exclaimed. "Bellamy, we don't have - " Her voice is cut off when Jaha rips the speaker from Bellamy's hand.

Furious at the action, Bellamy shouts. "Did you hear her?! The grounders are listening to her now, but they won't be for much longer!"

"We have to do this," Harley cuts in, her voice quieter than Bellamy, but begging. "No one else has to get hurt. We have to open that door, please."

"I'm sorry," Jaha apologized, but Harley couldn't hear the sincerity in his tone. "But right now, our people are safe. We cannot risk that."

Bellamy calms down before speaking in a dead serious voice. "To stop me, you're gonna have to kill me."

On cue, one of the guards circled the table and moved a chair to the side so he could be closer to both Bellamy and Harley. She immediately backs up, her shoulder only running into Bellamy's arm. "Come on, Bellamy, Harley," Miller pleads with them softly. Harley knows he doesn't want to fight them - they have been friends since the dropship, after all, but he feels like he doesn't have a choice. "It doesn't have to be like this."

The guard that got closer grabbed Harley by her arms, bending them behind her back. She cries out in protest, being yanked back as Bellamy reacted. He made a bolt for the door, stopped by Miller and one other guard that have no choice but to wrestle with him. "Stop!" Harley shouted, the hands on her arm tightening to leave bruises as she struggles. Miller flicks out his shock baton, turning on the switch. "No!"

Horrified, Harley watched as the tip of the baton is pressed to Bellamy's back. He lets out a gurgled cry, gasping in pain as he falls to the ground, twitching from the electricity. Harley's head snaps to Clarke as she's dragged towards the door, more desperate than she's ever been. She's seen that look on Clarke's face so many times - when she struggles to make a choice that could kill hundreds of people with only seconds to decide. She doesn't want to do this, and Harley knows it.

"Clarke!" The name comes out like a sob. "You don't have to do this! Please, please!" She begged as the guard drags her past a now cuffed Bellamy. "Please!" She screamed one last time before she's pulled out the door, her screech lingering in the air and bringing tears to Clarke's eyes.

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The cuffs tightly wrapped on Harley's wrists dig so deeply it's breaking skin. She has one foot planted firmly on the ground, the other on the chain connecting her and Bellamy as she pulls up with every bit of strength she has. Blood that had seeped through the now open wound was crusting, showing how long she's been pulling, refusing to give up. Bellamy had lost his temper, pacing around the room and switching from trying to get out of the cuffs to kicking the wall and cabinets, leaving dents. His shouts were loud and rough, leaving his voice hoarse as he demanded to be set free.

The room Harley and Bellamy were forced into was some type of machine room. She didn't care, the only name running through her mind was Octavia, who was counting on them to find a way to open the doors. She gritted her teeth, letting out a muffled holler of frustration and whirling around, sending a harsh kick to the metal cabinet to her left. Murphy was always the angry one between them, lashing out when nothing went his way. Harley was always calmer, trying to find peaceful solutions when she felt like the world was against her.

Now, Harley didn't care. She only wanted out of this room and her chains, she wanted Octavia. She didn't want to see her brother, not now. She's been angry at him before, for choosing to leave, for running away, but this was different. Murphy knows how much Harley loves Octavia, and still knocked her out to bring her to the bunker against her will. He's selfish. It was just she hadn't realized until now.

Almost like Murphy knew Harley's angry thoughts wandered to him, the door to the machine room swung open with a quiet thud. Her head snaps to the sound, whereas Bellamy ignored it, opting to sit on the ground and try to tug his wrists free. His tan skin was in the same state as hers, warm and dry blood staining it. It's the first scene Murphy sees when he strides inside, stunned. "What the hell are you doing?!" He snapped, blue eyes darting to the circular wounds on his sister's wrists first. "You're just hurting yourself!"

"John," Harley spoke, pleading in the single name. "John, please, let us go!" She begged, holding her arms up, the chains lifting with the action. Bellamy's chains chime as he stands alongside her.

"I can't do that," Murphy replied. "Look, I'm sorry about - "

"You let me go!" Bellamy suddenly screamed, lurching forward to attack Murphy who quickly steps back out of his area.

From a safer distance, Murphy holds a hand out to try and keep them calm. Harley is panting, her chest heaving with each breath as she tries to not loose the temper building up; no doubt about to explode. "Hey, I can't, okay?" He repeated. "Okay, I can't. We can't open that hatch, so stop doing this..." Murphy gestured to their injuries. "Before I call medical and knock your asses out."

"Like you already knocked me out?!" Harley shouted back roughly, taking a few quick steps forward, but not getting any closer when the clasps around her wrists pull her back.

Bellamy overhears and scoffs before snarling; "You haven't changed. You only care about yourself!"

Murphy meets Harley's gaze, this time with a tender expression instead of a hard one. "You're wrong."

Suddenly, Harley snaps.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" She demanded, the words coming out like a screech. "How could you do that to me?!"

"I'm trying to save us," Murphy desperately tried to explain.

"Save us?" Harley repeated with a bitter laugh. "Right, save us both, but maybe you're forgetting every time you messed up, I was always there defending you!" She hollered, the broken yell bouncing off the walls in an echo as she raises her voice.

Hurt, Murphy realizes he can't avoid Harley's enraged stare. It was an emotion he's never seen on her before. "I'm not forgetting," he says, softer.

"Then, please, do this for me," Harley pleads, more distressed. Tears pool up before streaming down her cheeks from desperation. "Don't do it, please, don't do it!" She cries, trying to get closer, letting out a choked sob when the chains dig into her already hurt wrists. Murphy doesn't respond, doesn't even budge.

Harley tries to fight back tears when she sees he won't do anything, and chooses to let their fight escalate, throwing the first thing she thought of in his face. "You know, it's too bad Jasper caught you killing Myles, because then you could have continued, imagine how many people you could've killed then!" She screamed out the last bit, the pain coming from the empty pit in her chest.

If Harley felt guilty by the way Murphy show how much it stung by his features pinching up, she didn't care. "Okay, I'm begging you!" Harley continued to plead, hoping it would change something in his dark, selfish mind. "Please, I love her. Don't do this to me, I would never do this to you!" She wants to express how much she can't live without Octavia, but Harley's sure he knows. Murphy just doesn't care.

"Look, this is only gonna be for a few days," Murphy attempts to justify himself.

Bellamy interrupts them with a loud shout. "She'll be dead in a few days!" Harley shuts her eyes, though the action doesn't stop the tears as she cries out again, this time in grief as she knows Bellamy's right.

"Yeah..." Murphy drawled out with a sigh. "I'm sorry." He turns then, heading back the way he had came from.

Although Bellamy continues to shout, Murphy only stops when Harley calls out to him. "Murphy!" She shouted, ignoring the way he tensed from her calling him by their last name. "Look at me!" Murphy doesn't turn all the way, but his head lifts, peering at his twin sister over his shoulder. "If you let Octavia die outside, I will never forgive you," Harley spits out coldly.

Maybe Harley was telling the truth. Maybe they'd spend the next five years in this bunker, and she'd never acknowledge his existence again. He could try, but it'd never fix anything. Murphy would be dead to her if Octavia died outside. What Harley says effects him more than the past snarls, but he doesn't retreat. He hardly even reacts in words, only continues his path. Maybe Murphy thinks she could forgive him some day, but it enrages Harley when she can see how much he truly doesn't care.

"Murphy!" This time, the scream tears through Harley's throat, tasting like acid as she shreds her vocal chords. She pulls harder against the chains, wailing in both pain and sorrow. "Do you hear me?! I'll never forgive you!"

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Harley truthfully isn't sure how much time passes. Her mind hurts too much from her mourning thoughts, as do her wrists, from where she keeps tugging at the chains. She had hoped the blood would provide as some type of oil and would slide her wrists free, but it was no use. The metal claps were too tight. She had finally surrendered, realizing she could do nothing more, and crouched in a corner. Both of Harley's bound hands were pressed together against her knees, her face stained red and cheeks wet from the crying. Her wrists stung and her throat was dry from her screaming, but she ignored it.

Nor Harley or Bellamy spoke to one another, but reacted in sync when the door to their prison opened. For a moment, Harley hoped it would be Murphy, changing his mind when realizing that she'd never forgive him for this. Instead, the person coming in was Abby, a small white medkit in her hand. Harley's eyes lit up at the sight of someone new, someone who was on their side on opening the door, because Kane was stuck out there too.

"It's about time," Bellamy greets her a bit harshly, standing to his feet. "I didn't do this to my wrists for fun." Harley frowns, sparing a glance to her own wrists, knowing she did so to try and get free.

Abby stares him down, figuring out his plan quickly. "You want me to help you open the door."

"I saw your face when you heard my sister's voice on the radio," Bellamy pleads with her to hear him out. "Kane's out there."

"You don't think I know that?" Abby whispered.

"Do better today than we did yesterday. That's what he told me. That's how we deserve to survive," Bellamy quoted. Harley remembered Kane saying so, after the fight against ALIE when her, Octavia and him decided to stay and keep Roan on the throne and they said their good-byes.

It's quiet. Abby's dark brown eyes flicker as she ponders in her thoughts, mulling over her options, before she nods. "Okay." Harley pushes herself to her feet, suddenly hopeful. "Just let me bandage you both first."

A shaking sob comes from Harley, relieved that this would be over. Abby tends to Bellamy first, taking off his chains to do so. Once the doctor is done, it's her turn. The chains clinging to her wrists have to be peeled off, and she bites her lip to keep herself from crying out in pain. Abby's hands are gentle as she rubs a medicine on the wound before unrolling a bandage and wrapping it around her wrists. "We need to worry about Murphy," Bellamy spoke up, hushed, just for them to here.

Harley looks up as Abby finished her right wrist. "I'll do it." The words that leave her mouth surprise not only Bellamy, but her as well. "He trusts me." Abby doesn't seem like she's sure that Harley can do this, until she sees the cold look plastered on her face, making her cave. The deep injuries on Harley are soothed now that they're taking care of, but she feels sick when a Reaper stick is held out in her direction.

It's like a dead weight in Harley's hands. She bends to her knees, completely still in the middle of the floor as Bellamy and Abby hide behind a large machine. "John! I need you!" Abby calls out. "Come quick! John, get in here!"

The door opens, making Harley flinch. She knows what she's doing when Murphy rushes in, stare falling to her, alone. She knows doing this could kill her, Murphy, and even Emori. Harley loves Murphy - she does, more than her own. But she can't leave Octavia out there to die. Harley feels selfish as he speaks. "Harley? What the hell - "

Before Murphy can finish, Bellamy appears from his hidden spot and quickly attacks him from behind. He managed to kick the shock baton out of Murphy's hand while wrapping an arm around his neck into a chokehold. Harley stands, staggering to face her brother. She can see the feeling of betrayal on him, as he struggles to get out of the grip. "I'm sorry," Harley whimpered, remembering when hours ago she swore she'd never do something that he'd done to her to him.

"I'm so sorry," Harley repeats in a soft cry as Murphy's eyes flutter shut. Bellamy removes his arm, but before Murphy can regain any breath, she brings down the reaper stick and plunges it into his neck. She sobs as Bellamy lowers him to the ground, falling to her knees beside him. Harley knows in doing this, they could both die, and it shatters her heart. She drops the Reaper stick, gently picking up Murphy's limp head and laying it in her lap.

"He'll be fine," Bellamy tells the hurt girl cradling her brother.

"He's not our problem," Abby says. "The airlock control is in the main office. So is Jaha. You have a plan for that, too?" She questioned.

Bellamy shrugs. "Yeah," he admits. "Open the damn door or die trying." Harley bites back a strangled cry, unable to take her eyes off Murphy, regret shooting through her veins as she brushes her fingers down his mousy brown hair. "Harley? Are you coming?"

"No." Harley shakes her head, unable to break her stare on Murphy. "I trust you. I know you can open the door, just... Just let me be with him." Harley brings her hand down, cupping the sharp jawline on Murphy's cheek and leaning down, pressing her forehead against his. Tears drip from her eyes and land on his cheeks as she softly cries one last time, unsure if she'd ever be able to live with herself; "I'm so sorry."