Down on Earth, you were known as Kane and Kane alone. Nobody bothered to learn your first name considering you were related to Marcus Kane, and they just figured that you would be a clone of him. But as time went on—and they observed you—they learned that you were anything but like the man that locked them up. Although you never honestly cared that much about what they thought, it wasn't like you could pick your family or at least who your parents were.

     Only two people were dumb enough to take you under their wing, and they were Monty Green and Jasper Jordan. Ever since you landed on Earth—and supposedly had been forgiven for all crimes committed on the Ark—you started a new life for yourself.

     In a way, you tried to distance yourself from the man who referred to himself as your father, although, that was difficult when you shared the same name. Not only that but when the war against the Grounders had ended and the Mountain Men kidnapped the remaining delinquents, the slim chance of possibly seeing your father—if the Ark ever made its way down to Earth—had decreased even more.

     The clothes that the Mountain Men had given everyone were nice, but they didn't feel right. They weren't yours, it was wrong. Dante had given the remaining delinquents access to some parts of the mountain, so it was very limited with the places in which you could go and relax by yourself to just think. But you found a corridor that appeared empty and quiet, so you slid down the wall and sat with your back pressed against it, your eyes trained on the bricked wall in front of you.

     "There you are." Monty sat down beside you. You didn't even hear him approach you. Although considering the fact that you were close to a bomb when it went off, it would explain the slight hearing problems.

     "Here I am." You shrugged.

     "What are you doing out here by yourself?" He questioned, bringing his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs.

     "Thinking."

     "What are you thinking about?"

     "My dad and myself."

     "Miss him?"

     "I don't know. I just didn't think that..." You paused, trying to think of a better way to phrase how you were feeling. "I knew, in the back of my mind, that the chance of seeing him again was next to none, you know?" He nodded. "But some small part of me, the part that will always and forever be the little kid who looked by up him, hoped that I would see him again."

     "I get it, it's like me and my mum. I miss her, but I knew I might not see her again when I was put in the Sky Box."

     "It just sucks that they won't find us."

     "Why'd you say that?"

     "Well, I doubt that Dante, and his men, would keep us alive long enough for our parents get to Earth. Or if they're already on Earth, long enough that they get here to the mountain."

     "Keep us alive?"

     "Haven't you noticed we're going missing one-by-one?"

     "That's not true." He shook his head slightly.

     "Where's Harper? Because the last time I saw her was when we went to Dante's office."

     Monty stayed quiet for a minute. "You're right, I just thought I wasn't in the same room at the same time as her."

     "No, Monty, she's been taken. For what? I'm not sure. But I don't doubt that it will be long before we find out ourselves."

     "You're kinda for freaking me out right now."

     You let out a small chuckle at the irony just before a frown made its way to your face. "Why aren't you with Jasp?"

     "He's with Maya..." The expression he held on his face was pity and sadness.

     Of course, Jasper was with Maya. He was almost stuck to her hip as of late, and it was beginning to become annoying. You couldn't really be angry at him though, it wasn't like he knew you were harbouring feelings for him. But it still stung that he chose her, a girl he's just met and barely knows, over someone who was there for him through thick and thin. A sigh left your lips as you rested your head back against the wall, staring at the bright hanging light on the ceiling.

     "Sorry...I know how much you like him." He winced slightly, almost forgetting that you liked Jasper and that would have been a sensitive subject for you.

     "Yeah, and I know how much he likes her."

     Suddenly the phrase 'speak of the devil and he shall appear' happened to be quite literal when both you and Monty turned your heads to the side when you heard Maya and Jasper laugh loudly, holding hands together as they walked down the corridor. You looked down to your hands, picking at the broken skin of your sore knuckles, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Monty turned his head to look at you, once more his expression was pitiful and sad.

     "Sorry." He mouthed as the two 'love birds' approached.

     "Hey, guys," Maya's happy and cheery voice had you suppressing an eye roll.

     "Hey Maya," Monty greeted.

     "Vie." You nodded at her, only using her last name before looking at Jasper. "Jordan." You gave him the same treatment, hoping that the feeling for him would go away if you stopped acting like you cared.

     "Kane," he replied with a confused smile, a small chuckle escaping his mouth—obviously confused at the surname passing your lips instead of the usual 'Jasp' or 'J'.

     "What are you guys doing out here?" Maya questioned, leaning her body against Jasper, her left hand holding onto his upper arm and her right was entangled with his left. "You know, they're serving chocolate cake in the mess hall, right?" It was so hard to hate her when she was so kind.

     "Oh, really?" Monty stuttered out, not liking the thick tension around your body aimed at Maya. "Well, maybe we should go get some, right Kane?" He stood up, holding the wall behind him. Jasper obviously noting something was off.

     "Well, I'm lactose intolerant so..." You started in a quiet tone before Monty yanked you up off the floor, waving goodbye to Jasper and Maya, pulling you away from them.

     Before you both left the corridor, you heard Maya, "I hope she's feeling okay, she seems a little down."

     Then Jasper. "Yeah, maybe." Although he voice was uncertain.

     "Monty!" You whisper-yelled at him as he continued to pull you through the corridors. "What the hell was that?"

     "I thought you were going to smash her head into the wall if she said another word, so I thought for best measure—hoping Jasper wouldn't see you murder someone—that I dragged you away."

     You weren't expecting that. "Smart thinking."

-

     Monty had been sitting on your bed, at the opposite end, chatting with you while Jasper was MIA with Maya. Everyone else was in the mess hall doing something, but you just couldn't be in a room with Maya and Jasper any longer. You swore that if you had to hear the giggles that Maya let out every time Jasper nuzzled his head into her neck or said something before poking her sides you would have set the whole place on fire.

     "Did you see that they were serving fried chicken in this place?"

     "What?" You laughed at his obsession with the food.

     "I've never had it, I mean that's a given, but, it's just so good. I would honestly live off of it."

     "Have fun eating grease."

     "Oh, I will." He laughed before he leaned over, glancing around before raising the level of the music.

     "What's up?" You asked, knowing that he was going to tell you something he shouldn't know about.

     "They've taken someone else. I don't know who. But yesterday, when you said about Harper being gone, I stayed up later than everyone else and I saw that there was another empty bed."

     "They're getting sloppy." Somehow you doubted that they cared if they were found out.

     "They're getting dangerously close to taking one of us next. It could be me or you. Even Jasper. Aren't you going to have more of a reaction?"

     "Monty...We were sent down here to die. I was almost murdered eight times back at camp by the other delinquents just because I was the kid of Marcus Kane. He's all I have in this world...Well, technically outside of this world. I'm losing hope of survival every time I wake up in this place."

     "So, you don't care? If you're taken, I mean."

     "In all honesty?" He nodded his head at you. "I'd be glad."

     "What? Why would you be glad?"

     "I won't be getting murdered by my friends, or murdered by my own father out in space," you started. "I'll be murdered by people who wouldn't have ever cared about me in the first place. I find peace in that."

     "You're just weird."

     "If I'm next, at least now you know that I'll be okay with it, you won't have to worry about me."

     "But I will worry about you." Monty stared at you. "I'm pretty sure Jasper will freak out."

     "Please." You scoffed. "I doubt he even remembers that I exist." You shook your head, picking at the frayed ends of the shirt you were wearing. "He probably wouldn't even notice."

     Monty frowned at you. He wasn't sure what these people were feeding you, but it wasn't the same as what he was having. You seemed different, even more so than usual. Maybe you knew something he didn't, but he doubted that because you tell him everything. You even told him how you thought you were in love with Jasper, which was a big secret between the two of you. You turned the music down a bit just as the others began to enter the dorm room.

-

     When you woke up the room was dark, it smelt different to the usual dorm room. For some reason, you weren't able to move your body. You struggled against whatever it was that was keeping you from moving, only to hear the sound of metal clinking together and the sound of leather stretching. Your eyes struggled to adapt to the darkness, but you tried glancing down to your arms, only to see legs of a table.

     You soon realised that you were face down on a medical table, strapped down in harnesses keeping you from escaping. A groan left your lips as your forehead stung. You weren't sure how long you had been out for, but your neck felt sore, almost like you had needles pressed against your skin. The searing pain began to get worse and worse as you came more around and aware of your surroundings.

     A scream left your lips as a face came to view. It was Cage Wallace, Dante's son. "Well rise and shine, it's only been a couple of days, but at last we're finally ready for your bone marrow."

     "What?" Your voice was panicked.

     "Oh, don't worry." He shook his head, shuffling his feet as he continued to crouch down to see you. "You probably won't live for much longer, so the pain won't last for long," he spoke as if it were no big deal.

     "Why are you doing this?" Tears built up in your eyes.

     "We deserve to live on the surface, it's where we belong."

     "Well find another way!" You yelled, struggling against the holds.

     "Oh, no, no. We've found that the delinquents bone marrow is a far better treatment for us. You see while you were in space, your bodies adapted to filter out solar radiation from the sun, therefore the radiation down on Earth means nothing to your mutated cells. While the Grounders—you remember them, don't you? Well, the Grounders, they just didn't do an as good of a job as you kids." He poked your nose with a smile. Clearly deranged.

     "Please..."

     "Please? You want me to get started?" He assumed. "Of course!" He stood up. The sound of a drill started up.

     "No!" You screamed. "No, get me out of here! Monty! Monty help me!"

     "No one's going to help you, they're all tied up. Well, Monty isn't. He's not here." You weren't sure what he meant, but that made the tears fall down your cheeks faster, your screams turned to pained sobs as the drill pierced the skin of your hip bone. A loud deafening scream erupted from your lips as the drill continued to the bone, extracting your bone marrow, painfully.

-

     When you woke up, your body was on a different medical bed. This time you were able to see everything around you, even though it was through blurred vision. The cave walls were surrounded by the remaining delinquents, including Abby and your dad. You were pretty sure you were hallucinating as a pained laugh fell from your bloodied lips. Of course, he'd be the last thing you'd see before you died.

     "Ready for another go?" Cage placed his hand on your forehead, his other on your thigh as you saw the Mountain Men with drills crowd around you.

     "I'm already dead." You grinned weakly at him. "I can see my dad, I'm already dead so you can go ahead. I'd rather be dead than have my dad actually watch me die."

     "Oh, but he really is here!" Cage grinned back, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead. "So, really, he is watching you die. How's this for a family reunion?" He laughed before he stared at you, a menacing smile on his face as your eyes widened. He clicked his fingers at the men before he stepped away, his hand leaving your forehead, letting the men begin the extraction once more.

     "Dad?"

     "I'm here, we're going to get you out of here."

     "How?" You asked over the sound of the drill.

     "We have a plan."

     You laughed weakly once more. "Some plan this is." Another scream burned your throat as the drill went into your thigh, your body tensing and struggling against the restraints. The pain began to increase, becoming too much as your vision darkened until there was nothing there, and the feeling soon faded into nothing.

-

     You weren't sure if you were dead. You wouldn't be upset if you were. But a tent ceiling was above you when you woke up once more. You tried to sit up, but hands pushed you back down gently. You looked over and saw Abby smiling a teary-eyed smile at you, stroking your hair back from your face. You furrowed your eyebrows. Were you back on the Ark? But she wasn't on Earth, she was on the Ark still. Was all of that just a dream?

     "Welcome back," she spoke soothingly as she sniffed. "You scared all of us, you wouldn't wake up for days. Then those days turned into weeks. Those weeks turned into a few months." She picked up a damp cloth, dabbing your face. "I sent your father away so he could shower and eat something, he'll be back soon."

     "What happened?"

     "The Mountain Men tried to take your bone marrow. But Clarke had a plan." She nodded, trying to hold back her tears.

     "C-Clarke's alive?" Your voice cracked, your eyes threatened to spill with tears as you tried to sit up, looking for her, a tiny smile almost touching the corners of your mouth.

     Abby looked shocked at your words, Clarke never mentioned that you had been friends, so your reaction wasn't what she was expecting. "Yeah, yeah she is. Along with Bellamy, Raven, Octavia, Monroe, Murphy."

     "Finn?" You raised an eyebrow.

     "He didn't make it."

     "He's safer now." You nodded. "Just like Wells."

     "So are you." She told you, a single tear rolling down her face. "You're awake, you're alive. You might be weak but you're alive!" She whispered at the end, a proud look on her face.

     "Is Jaha here?"

     "Yeah, he's here. He stayed on the Ark for his people to live, but he came down so his people could survive."

     "Touching," you spoke quickly, almost without emotion. "Does he know? About Wells?"

     "Yeah, Murphy took him to his grave. He also went to somewhere called the City of Light."

     "So, who's the Chancellor?"

     "I am."

     "Okay. Am I allowed to sit up, Chancellor?" You smirked.

     "But right now, I'm your doctor." She chuckled a bit. "And of course, you can, just carefully."

     When she helped you up, you saw Monty rush in. "I eavesdropped," he admitted when Abby was about to talk. "I couldn't wait. I know your dad was probably the second person who was meant to see you, but I got excited."

     A small smile reached your lips as you nodded to him, Abby stepped back for you two to talk, saying she was going to go see Raven, while Monty stepped closer. "Hey," you spoke softly.

     "You're alive."

     "So, I've been told. How are you?"

     "Tired. I couldn't sleep, the thought of you never waking up again put me off the idea."

     "Sorry about that."

     "We're safe now, though."

     You nodded. "Is everyone else—?"

     "Yeah. We're okay. Fox..."

     "We'll meet her again, someday. Somewhere better than this place." He nodded in response. "And Jasper?"

     "Heartbroken." You raised an eyebrow. "In order to save our people, I had to switch the fans letting radiation into the mountain. Clarke and Bellamy pulled the lever. The Mountain Men didn't make it," he told you, but you said nothing. "Maya died."

     You gulped, looking down at your bandaged legs. "She didn't deserve that." You shook your head. "If they had used my marrow on her, maybe—"

     "You'd be dead."

     "Maya wouldn't be, and then Jasper would be happy. She shouldn't have died, Monty."

     "I know, but it was the price we had to take, we couldn't just let all of our people die for Maya to maybe live. Besides, they would have taken Jasper at some point."

     "This isn't fair," you mumbled, shaking your head.

-

     Almost a month later, Abby convinced your dad to let you work as one of the guards. That way then he would be able to go outside the wall with you, keep an eye on you, and just all-in-all be close to you. Like he had always wanted. At first, he was reluctant, but with a few words from the remaining delinquents with Bellamy and Lincoln, he was persuaded. You had your own gun and uniform—although it was a little big on you. Even though it wasn't in space, the Ark was still home.

     You were on wall duty, keeping the perimeter checked while some of the guards and Grounders went out to hunt for food. Your dad stayed behind, still worried about your health, which was completely acceptable given that your bone marrow was taken from your body only a couple of months prior. A guard came over to take over your shift, allowing you to stretch your legs and walk around.

     You hadn't spoken to Jasper, not wanting to bring back memories of the mountain for him, along with ones of Maya. It was safer that way. You still hadn't seen Clarke, although Bellamy said she did leave, not wanting to carry the weight of guilt around with her. You would miss her, but she would be back. One day.

     "Oh!" You let out when you bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention—" You stopped talking when you saw Jasper. "Hey."

     "Hey, Kane."

     "Sorry, about bumping into you," you mumbled, trying to get around him.

     "Wait!" He called out, making you stop. "I haven't seen you in a few months. I miss you," he admitted.

     "Really?" He nodded his head. "I thought that you wouldn't want to see me, I wasn't that great of a friend back at—"

     "That's not true. I was the one who left you."

     "You don't have to talk about it."

     "No. I do." His eyes darted across your face, taking every inch of you in. "I was being selfish. It wasn't until I saw all that blood, the tears, or when I heard your screams die down that I realised just how crappy of a friend I had been. I left you for someone I barely knew, someone who I should have known it wasn't going to last with..."

     "Jasper—" You started softly.

     "I'm not done apologising," he interrupted. "I need to let this all out." You nodded your head for him to continue. "Monty told me what you said. The night before you were taken. All of it. He also told me to get my head out of my ass and to realise that the person I've actually liked all along, liked me back, but was one step away from death. I didn't believe him at first, I was upset and angry. So, I let him sit outside the medical tent for weeks, all by himself, when it should have been both of us. Hell, I should have been in there with you holding your goddamn hand!"

     "You don't have to do this to yourself." You shook your head.

     "I need you to know that I like you. Hell, I'm probably even in love with you. But that doesn't make up for the fact that I basically left you for dead for someone who already was dead. The last couple of days, before you woke up, hit me the hardest, because I knew that if you weren't going to wake up anytime soon you wouldn't have woken up at all. That terrified me. More than the thought of Maya dying." He gulped. "I'm just so sorry for everything, I have way more to apologise for, but I feel like this is a good place to start."

     "You don't have to apologise, Jasp, I'm not angry with you." His eyes snapped to yours. "What?"

     "You called me Jasp."

     "Yeah? It's your nickname."

     "All that time in Mount Weather it was Jordan, I haven't heard it in months."

     "Well, you'll be hearing it from now on." You smiled lightly.

     "Can I hug you?"

     "That's a stupid question." He frowned slightly. "You don't have to ask to hug me, Jasp, just hug me." You laughed out before his arms immediately went to wrap around your body. You could tell he wanted to hug you tightly but he didn't want to hurt you, so, he settled for a gentle hug. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back before he pulled away.

     "I'm going to see Monty, but I'll see you later?"

     "Of course." You nodded before you both parted ways.

     "Who was that?" Your dad asked as you made your way over to his table.

     "Just my friend." You shrugged.

     "Just a friend?"

     "Yeah..."

     "Sure. If that's what you want to call it."