Harley wasn't sure what she was expecting when entering Mount Weather's tunnels. Clarke description was short, but she was right. The tunnels were long and dark, only lit up enough by a few lights hanging from the top. It was different than being in the woods, and she could feel the chills from knowing the horror of what has happened to the reapers and her friends. Clarke hadn't went into details, but Harley knew. She was sure the people inside the mountain were bleeding her friends for themselves, but she also knew that today they would be brought home.

Each footstep Harley and everyone else took echoed off the dirt walls. Harley was sure that if she shouted, her voice would ring back from the emptiness inside. She fought the urge to do so, figuring this was a bad time considering the situation, and set her focus back on the mission. It was too easy for Harley to get sidetracked, and she was sure the ones who she was surrounded with were aware by the way she gazed around.

From ahead, only a few feet in front of Harley, Octavia came to a sudden stop. She had been leading the group through the tunnel, taking different turns, all due to Lincoln's map that he had given to her. "According to Lincoln's map, we're getting close," she announced. "It's a maze." She suddenly grew quiet before speaking again, this time in a mumble. "Lincoln should be here."

"He wasn't ready," Indra said in a assuring voice. "Even he knew that. He'll do well fighting with the commander."

They began walking again, and Harley could hear Octavia and Indra conversing quietly about Lincoln once more. She worried for him too, knowing the addiction was still difficult, but he was tough and brave enough to be with the commander. From beside her, Jackson gave her a nudge to grab her attention. "Here," he offered, holding his hand out. There was a small object in his hand, a button on the side and a ring light above. "Raven could only make a few. They ward off reapers," he explained.

Figuring that Jackson was passing it to her as they were getting deeper in the tunnel and were much more at risk, Harley accepted it. She now knew what they were; the high tone generator that Raven had made. They had an sharp sound that somehow warded off reapers, and being one of the few who only carried one weapon, Harley was glad to have it.

There was a quiet banging noise from behind that rung loudly, nearly making Harley leap out of her skin from the surprise, but it was followed by equally powerful gunshots. "No!" She exclaimed, seeing the guard shooting his gun in the direction of the sound. It could have been anything, and they weren't there to kill reapers.

"Stop shooting!" Octavia shouted over the shots.

Furious, Indra stormed towards the guard and pushed his gun down forcefully. "Reapers are not the enemy!" She bellowed in warning, protective over her people who had been forcibly turned into monsters.

It was quiet for a moment, the silence only full of the heavy pants from the rush. Harley glanced towards the way they came, concerned that the guard had managed to hit someone or something bad was about to happen. "We don't kill them-" Octavia began, breaking the quiet, but was suddenly cut off.

Harley whirled back around when she heard a familiar screech, eyes widening when seeing grounders in red with swords pointed at them. "Now!" Jackson shouted from a distance. Coming back from the shock and fear, her thumb pressed down on the high tone generator, thrusting it outwards towards the group on her side. An ear piercing noise filled the air, coming from both her and Jackson. The reapers shouted as if they were in pain, clutching their ears and violently jerking around as if they were in extreme pain. "Tranquilize them," Jackson directed over the high sound.

Remaining frozen in place, Harley kept her thumb on the button as she watched the others jab sticks in the back of the reaper's necks one by one. Each hit had them falling over, hitting the ground, unconscious. Once the last person was knocked out, she lowered the generator and shut it off. "Secure their hands and feet," Octavia instructed, pulling out ropes. Harley wasn't sure if there'd be more, and knowing that Mount Weather had done this for so long that there most likely was, but she tried to shrug it off and give them a hand.

As Harley crouched in front of one reaper, tying their wrists in bounds of rope, she noticed Indra roll over one to tie up but stopping with a sad expression. Harley noticed, her hands stopping the motion to give her a soft look. "Do you know him?" She asked, curious. There was many, and they were bound to be recognizable, Indra nodded steadily after a moment of hesitation. "It's going to be okay," she spoke, assuring as she finished tying the reaper. "We're going to come back for them and get them all help."

The promise had Indra nodding once more, almost as if she was trying to believe Harley, as she secured him with a rope quickly. She cleared her throat once before standing, pulling her sharp sword out of her sheath, and holding a look of determination. "Let's go," she demanded. "We have to find that door."

It wasn't until hours later when truthfully, Harley hadn't been sure how long they were walking. But she was sure it was dark outside by now, as the dim light inside the tunnel had darkened long ago. Octavia had led them through many twists and turns, taken a few different routes that had Harley wondering how accurate Lincoln's given map was, up until there was a door not to far in sight. Her jaw fell slack, nearly ecstatic at the sight. It was, in terms, the backdoor to Mount Weather, and their duty to find.

"Is that it?!" Harley exclaimed, thrilled. She was grinning largely and didn't even notice, unable to contain the happiness She looked to her side, seeing Octavia nod with a pleased smile, confirming and making Harley more proud.

"We found it," Octavia breathed out.

"You found it," Indra corrected. "It appears we didn't need Lincoln after all."

Although it would have been nice to have Lincoln there, Harley thought, Octavia had managed to guide them with the map. He felt as if he needed to fight alongside the commander, anyways. Octavia nodded slowly. "Thank you," she said, almost breathless.

"You've done well," Indra complimented. "Octavia kom Trikru." (Octavia of the tree people.)

Harley was taken off guard as Indra addressed Octavia as one of her own people, but she stayed quiet in observation, watching a appreciative look spread on Octavia's face. "What does that mean?" She questioned hesitantly.

"What do you think it means?" Indra asked.

"I think I want to hear you say it."

Indra tilted her head before speaking seriously. "You're one of us now." Finished, she stepped forward with her hands clasped behind her back. Octavia watched, at a loss of words.

It took a moment for Harley to stride forward lacing her arm over Octavia's shoulder and snapping her out of her daze. "Congratulations!" She chimed in a loud whisper. She was proud and happy, and seeing the excited look Octavia did her best to mask made the feeling better. In addition, she finished simply with; "I'm so happy for you."

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All they had to do was wait. That was the plan. From the inside, someone was bound to open the door, most likely Bellamy. He was to free the grounders inside, left imprisoned to use their blood. Clarke's description of the prison inside left a chill crawl up Harley's spine every time she thought about it. Grounders were inside, supposedly locked in cages, where they'd wait to be hung upside down and have their blood drained. If they were doing this to grounders, she didn't even want to think of the torture her friends had in store if their blood could really be the reason that they leave for the outside once more.

Pulled from her thoughts suddenly, Harley turned her head in confusion when a horn blowing sounded from the outside. It was almost like Lincoln's horn, the one that warned the woods of acid fog, but much deeper and more of a bellow. Indra stiffened at the noise, as if it was recognizable to her. "What is that?" Harley questioned, alarmed. She was sure that was mentioned during the plan discussions. "Is it from the others? Are they okay?"

Indra shook her head before responding in a grave tone, that could have sounded more like a question. "We're retreating."

"That can't be right," Octavia stated, puzzled and worried.

"We have to go," Indra declared, ignoring her as she slid her sword back in her sheath. "Now!"

The others in their group began moving quickly, preparing themselves to leave at the order. Harley was distressed, stunned and left troubled at being unsure of what was happening outside. "We can't go," she inputted, nearly begging, but left disregarded.

"Indra, wait!" Octavia begged, stopping her before she could make another move and forcing her to look at them. "They're still in there-"

"And our commander's out there, under attack for all we know," Indra retorted, refusing to cave.

"I don't trust her," Octavia said quickly. "Not after Tondc. And neither should you."

Harley stepped in, voicing her contribution. "It doesn't matter who we do or don't trust," she tried, equally pleading. "But our people - all our people - are still in the mountain. We can't leave them alone." There was an entire army outside to protect the commander, but if no one was here when this door opened, nobody's trapped people would be any safer.

Narrowing her dark eyes, Indra gave them a single warning. "I gave you a direct order."

"Please," Octavia whispered. "This was the plan. Harley's right. If we're not here with the tone generators when they come out, reapers will-"

Cutting her off and shouting over her, Indra exclaimed; "Plans change!"

"Not this one," Harley argued. Clarke and Lexa were firm on it, and it was all they had. They can't abandon their people.

"Octavia, Harley," a female guard announced from behind. She was packed, all ready to leave her people behind to die. So was everyone else. "Let's go."

Standing her ground, Octavia held her chin up and clenched her jaw. "I'm not going anywhere without my brother."

Harley ground her boots in the dirt, not nearly as brave as Octavia, but making it clear she wasn't leaving her people, or Octavia, alone. She wasn't leaving this tunnel, not without a clear knowledge of what was happening outside or with her people and friends beside her. Indra sent them a scowl before whipping out a sharp knife, holding it to Octavia's throat. "You are no longer my second," she stated coldly. She dragged it swiftly to the side, leaving a small bleeding cut on Octavia's neck before pulling away.

Paralyzed in hurt and confusion, Harley watched as Indra stormed away with a few of the others marching behind her. She couldn't believe they were retreating, all because of a stupid horn being blown outside. All except Jackson, who eyed the girls left in a apologetic manner. He knew if Octavia left, Harley could most likely follow her footsteps. "Octavia, please," he finally spoke. "Come home with us."

Tears welled up in Octavia's eyes as she refused to face him, but reluctantly answered. "I have no home."

There was no room for being able to understand, but Jackson nodded and pulled off his backpack and dropped it to the ground. Harley figured it was what they needed to make it out, supplies. "You'll need this," he said, before ultimately walking away.

Harley sucked in a deep breath. She could see the tears in Octavia's eyes that she was fighting back, and it shattered her heart. Slowly, she reached out, grasping Octavia's wrist before her hand slipped down and clutched Octavia's in a sign of comfort. "You're not alone," she informed her gently in a low voice, squeezing Octavia's hand once when she faced her. "And you're wrong. You're home is with your friends. With me."