Roseanne Goldsman had never thought there'd be a day where she'd wake up in John Murphy's arms. She also never thought she might enjoy it. She found herself thinking back to life on the ark, and how as a young girl on alpha station, she had never known the scrawny troublemaker. Then there was hurdling down towards Earth with the 99 other delinquents, and how staunchly she'd hated him in camp and kept her distance. From trying to murder her best friend—her only friend—to now, they'd come a long way.

But, for Rosie, all good things must come to an end. That slight hint of enjoyment she was feeling was ruined when she remembered just how much they had drank the night before, and how John had hesitated when she'd asked him to come up. Fear began to fill in her as she wondered if things would be uncomfortable between them when he woke up. Her heart raced nervously as she tried to decide if she should just get up and get it over with.

As she came to a decision, she began to move slightly under the boy's grasp. As she went to slide out from under his arm, his grip tightened around her waist, pulling her closer into him. Despite now being trapped, she couldn't help but smile. Even if he was asleep, he had worked to pull her closer into him, not wanting her to go. Something in her told her that there wouldn't be any awkwardness when he awoke, because whatever they were doing, felt right.

It was probably another hour before Murphy did wake up, and he seemed to go through the same order of emotions as Rosie. It started with him sighing in content, taking the arm he had around her and gently running his hand up and down her side. Then, the fear kicked in, and he jerked his hand back, unsure if the girl were awake and if what happened between them was just a drunken fluke. She sat up at his quick movements, making him realize she had been awake, and she had made no effort to get up before. He wasn't sure why knowing she wanted to lie with him while sober made him so happy.

"Good morning," He spoke sleepily, a grin spreading on his face.

"Morning," She responded bashfully, turning her face away so he couldn't see the red tint in her cheeks.

"Breakfast?" He offered, somewhat rhetorically, before swinging his legs around the side of the couch and standing.

"I've been thinking..." Rosie started, biting down on her lip.

"Yeah?" Murphy anxiously awaited her response. He wondered what she was going to say, and if it would be good or bad.

"Um," She started, looking down at her hands. She wanted to ask about them, and talk about how she was feeling. But, 5 years in lockup didn't do her any social favors, and her insecurities told her the conversation would just ruin their friendship, so she nervously blurted out something else instead. "I think I should split up the food, ration it, yanno?"

"Oh," Murphy scratched at the back of his head, disappointed that was all she had to say. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea."

Rosie awkwardly smiled up at the boy before standing and making her way to the kitchen. She got each of them a small pack of the bland food they had been living off of and made her way back over to him. When she took a seat next to him on the couch she held his food just out of reach with a devilish smile.

"If I'm the one who's dividing up rations, you have to keep this place clean."

"How is that a fair deal at all?" He crossed his arms over his chest, looking like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.

"Because! It's not like there's that much to clean. Just pick up the wine bottles and wrappers so they're not everywhere!"

"Why don't you clean?" He questioned, but almost immediately regretted it.

"John Murphy, are you suggesting I, a woman, have to do the cleaning? My delicate feminine brain can't handle dividing up food?" Rosie was entirely joking, but she enjoyed watching him squirm in the same way she did when he would tease her.

"Fine, you can do rations," Murphy grumbled, causing Rosie to grant him the food he'd been withholding. "You know, I think I liked it better when you didn't talk to me."

Rosie raised her eyebrows and let out an offended gasp at the grinning boy. She knew he was just teasing her, but the sentence did make her think about how open she had become around him. She couldn't even bring herself to speak much when her father was leaving, and it took years before she ever spoke to Bellamy. Something about Murphy had made it so easy for her to come out of her shell.

"You're the one who said I should show how funny I am more often," Rosie shrugged and took a bite of her bland breakfast.

"Is it too late to take that back?"

Rosie rolled her eyes and shoved the boy gently. He laughed at her reaction, a goofy smile spread across his face as they ate their meal. It was strange how comfortably they had fallen into one another. They both felt that the other was the one person who didn't look at them like they were monsters. To the people of the ark, it would make sense that they were so close. To them, the two most feared criminal delinquents should get along well. But to Rosie and John, they knew it was more than that. They didn't get along because they were both villainous murders, but rather because they were both misunderstood, and they had both finally found someone who got that.

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As Rosie finished up dividing up the small portion of rations for the week, John had just begun to get extremely bored. There hadn't been much for him to clean, and it wasn't like there was much to do when she was busy. He was about to go over and start to bug the girl when, to his relief, she grabbed two bottles of wine and made her way to him. He raised his eyebrows at the bottles, a grin on his face.

"Planning on getting drunk tonight?"

"I don't like sharing with you, you hog the bottle," Rosie rolled her eyes before trying to gift him with the one she didn't want.

"Well, why don't we get glasses and make it equal then," Murphy suggested, raising from his seat to get two glasses. Normally, they would just drink from the bottle, but he figured if they used glasses they could keep track of just how much they both drank.

He returned and poured each of them a glass from one of the bottles, leaving the other bottle on the small coffee table. Rosie settled into the couch then accepted the glass he offered her. The two made their normal small talk and continuously let the wine flow, not realizing they had downed a whole bottle without even playing a drinking game as Murphy had planned.

"So, what game are we playing tonight?" Murphy questioned as he uncapped the next bottle of wine.

"Game?"

"Yeah, game," When Rosie still seemed as confused as before, he pushed on. "I told you, we're going to play a new drinking game every night. I need something to look forward to down here. Sadly, you're not cutting it."

"How rude," Rosie nudged him as he chuckled. "Fine, you pick the game then."

"Um, " Murphy tapped his fingers against the bottle as he tried to think, then poured them each a glass. "Two truths and a lie. I'll say two truths and one lie and if you can guess which is the lie, I drink. If you get it wrong, you drink."

Rosie nodded her head to show she understood then accepted the drink. It was strange how she could be locked down there with him, with nearly nothing to do, but almost never be bored. Her biggest fear when that door first locked was that she'd feel like she was back in solitary again, and that wouldn't be something she could handle. Strangely enough, she had never felt less alone in her whole life while she was down there with him.

"Okay, so my full name is Jonathan, I hooked up with Octavia when we got to the ground, and my dad's name was Alex."

"Easy," Rosie pulled her feet up onto the couch and interlaced her fingers around her knees. "You didn't hook up with Octavia, that was Atom."

"How'd you know?" Murphy sighed in defeat and took a swig of his drink.

"I'm like Bellamy's sister, you don't think I had to hear him rant for hours about Atom betraying him? Plus, Octavia thought you were gross."

"Ouch, Goldsman," Murphy placed a hand on his chest and pretended to be hurt. Rosie hadn't realized just how bad the sentence would sound, and found herself internally cursing her awful social skills.

"Well, I mean you were really mean to people back then and she just thought you were kind of Bellamy's bitch and..." Rosie realized she was rambling as the boy began to chuckle. It was foreign to her, she had never rambled in her entire life, usually choosing silence as the best response. But as she tried to justify her words and make the boy feel better, she found herself acting out of character, all because of him and, probably, the wine. "and, I don't think you're gross."

"Well, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Murphy grinned. "Your turn."

"Okay, um, my dad's name is Gregg—"

"Cop out, I already used the dad's name thing." Murphy interrupted, causing the girl to roll her eyes. "Okay, okay, go on."

"My dad's name is Gregg, I met Bellamy while in lockup, and I killed two grounders while we were fighting with them."

"You met Bellamy on the ground, so that's the lie," Murphy answered confidently.

"Nope," Rosie shook her head triumphantly. "Bellamy was a guard when I got locked up, that's where we met. I haven't killed any grounders."

"You have that bad of aim?" Murphy teased as he took his losing drink.

"No, no, I wasn't one of the shooters, they had me helping Raven, even though I had no clue what I was doing. I was in the dropship most of the battle."

"So how come you didn't end up in Mount Weather like the rest?" Murphy questioned. He'd never asked how Finn, Bellamy, and the others avoided that fate.

"I ran out of the drop ship to save Bellamy then we ran before they pulled the lever." Rosie shrugged as she told the story.

"You could've died, Rosie," Murphy spoke slowly, using the girl's first name to show how serious he was. Had she told him that story while they were still back at camp, he never would have been able to fathom dying for someone. But now, had it been her, he wondered if he would do the same.

"If I would've stayed, I could have died in Mount Weather," Her words made her remember Bellamy being in that place, and her heart sunk. "I didn't die, and it led me here."

Murphy wanted to say he was glad she lived, he wanted to say he was glad it led her here, but he didn't. His mind stayed focused on what led her here, and that was Bellamy. No matter how many times she referred to him as basically her brother or how she denied them dating, all he could think about was their relationship. When she risked her life for him, Murphy had tried to kill him just hours before. No matter how much he cared for her, he wondered if they'd ever be able to get past that, and if they did, what Bellamy would do.

Rosie studied the boy and his hardened features as he sat lost in thought. Something about the previous round of the game had caused him to turn serious, and Rosie didn't want that. She felt warm and bubbly from all of the wine and for once in her life she just wanted to let herself be happy. She downed the rest of her cup before standing and offering her hand to the boy.

"No more games," She spoke.

"What?" Murphy questioned, looking from her hand to her face.

"I'm tired of talking, my word count for the day is like ten times what it was for the past month,"

Murphy's face broke into a smile as he realized the girl was drunk. She smiled back, and he remembered the whole point of his games were to make her happy, and he had succeeded. He accepted her outstretched hand and she helped him stand then let it go.

"What are we doing now then?" He questioned as she grabbed the remote on the coffee table. With one click of a button, the song "Werewolves of London" began to blare, picking up where it had left off the day that they arrived in the bunker.

Rosie poured herself another glass before beginning to sway around. She giggled softly at just how bad she was at dancing. She had never gotten a chance to go to the parties on the ark, being locked up before she was old enough to. John soon got into it as well, the two jumping around and passing the wine bottle between them, ditching the glasses.

Rosie was finally experiencing pure happiness. There were no fears in the back of her head, nothing angry or sad weighing down on her soul. Just bliss. She realized, at that moment, that John was giving her the happiness she had missed out on the past five years. The way she felt, she was sure no one else knew what it was like to be that happy.

At some point John tipped his head back and polished off the second bottle, pouring it sloppily everywhere. He was covered in the red liquid and so was the carpet. Rosie drunkenly giggled at the sight as she fell back onto the couch. John went to join her, but she stuck out her hand and placed it on his chest, stopping him.

"Uh uh, you are not getting this couch all sticky. Plus I won the game, again,"

"Oh come on," Murphy pleaded, sticking out his bottom lip. "We don't get to share again tonight?"

Rosie shook her head defiantly, dead set on at least keeping the couch clean. In their drunken haze, neither considered the option of him changing or simply getting cleaned up. Instead, he would have to sleep on the floor in his wine covered state. Murphy got comfortable on the floor while Rosie got comfortable on the couch. Just as she was about to fall asleep, his voice prohibited her.

"Rosie?" It was the second time he had used her first name, and she found herself smiling at him doing so. "It's cold down."

"Fine," Rosie muttered under her breath before lifting up the blanket she was under and joining him on the ground. All she knew was that she was exhausted and that the couch must be protected.

"But I'll get wine on you and the blanket," Murphy pointed out as she settled next to him, wanting to make sure she was sure.

"Just go to bed," Rosie threw the blanket around him then closed her eyes, not wanting to talk anymore.

The boy obliged and settled in next to her, lying back down and wrapping an arm around her waist in the same way he had done the night before. The floor was oddly more comfortable, seeing as they had more room. Murphy let his hand soothingly trace circles against the back of her hand as she fell asleep, entranced by the motion.

"John?"

Her speaking alerted him, seeing as he thought she was already asleep. Some part of him was instantly filled with hope that she'd say something about him and them and what it was they were doing. He wanted her to just come out and say she had feelings for him, because he was far too stubborn to do it first. He waited anxiously, hoping she would just continue on. When she didn't and he realized she might be waiting to see if he was still awake, he spoke.

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna have a lot of cleaning tomorrow."

A/N: Oh my gosh I love this chapter. Getting to see Rosie come out of her shell more and everything. Also, I just wanted a few chapters of them happy for once so here's another. Please vote and comment if you enjoyed, and thank you so much for all of the support :')