The muddy wall Harley kept her back pressed against was uncomfortable, lumpy and cold. She and Octavia have been waiting, eagerly and very impatient, for something to happen. Whether it was someone, grounder or a sky person, marching through the tunnels to them or for the door to open. Something was bound to happen, sooner or later. She was sure of it, her optimism could never let her believe otherwise. She sighed, grasping her knees and pulling them to her chest.

Harley's heart was still surging with different emotions. She was worried, left unknown and in a state of puzzlement for what was happening outside. Clarke and Lexa were in charge out there, and they were both firm on getting their people out of the mountain. She was completely lost as to why the horn of retreat was blown, and was hurt that her and her friend were left alone in their confusion to defend themselves. Harley picked her head up, her chin resting on her crossed arms.

Octavia looked just as saddened and lost as Harley, but her sword handle was being gripped in her hand, the tip dug into the ground. She was just a few feet away, leaning against what looked like a rusty trash canister. She was already staring at Harley, but looked away when their eyes met. Harley wanted to open her mouth, assure her that they were going to figure something out, but the words were only a lump in her throat. She felt helpless, being unable to comfort someone in need.

Suddenly, a loud alarm going off sound filled the silence between them. Octavia let out a short groan, stumbling to her feet. "It's about time," she muttered.

Assuming that it had something to do with the door, Harley outstretched her legs and rose. "Maybe we should try opening the door again. Do you think someone's trying to open it instead?" She asked, forehead creasing when seeing that the door wasn't opened.

"I don't know," Octavia responded honestly. Before they could see, another noise hit them, this time a sliding one. Harley's jaw fell open when a body slid down a chute, a small door opening to allow it to hit the inside of the rusted canister. Her hands gripped the edge, knuckles turning white when realizing who it was. "Fox," Octavia whispered breathlessly.

One of their friends, back in the dropship, was beaten and bloody, her slender body in nothing but thin white clothing. "Oh my gosh," Harley cried out, her fisted hand rising to her mouth to bite down on, fighting back the tears. Clarke was right. They were bleeding out the delinquents for themselves, and one of her friends were already dead.

"Harley," Octavia said softly but cautious. There were heavy footsteps coming from down the tunnel, and she already had her sword wielded in front of her. She waved with her free hand, motioning for Harley to stay behind her.

As the treading neared closer, Octavia went to strike in defense but froze suddenly. The only person who came running around the corner was none other than Clarke, just as shocked to see them. "Octavia, Harley," she greeted. "You stayed..."

"Screw you," Octavia snapped, lowering her sword and turning to stare back at the door wistfully before whirling back around. "Of course I stayed. I know where my loyalties lie."

"Are you alright?" Harley asked Clarke, worried. She didn't look injured, at the very least. And even if she didn't agree with Clarke's choices, but she was still her friend. She still wanted her safe.

Clarke nodded shortly, but changed the topic. "We have to get in there," she declared, marching towards the door.

Stopping her with a single grip to her arm, Octavia directed her to where Fox's body laid. "If that was possible, do you think I'd still be out here?" She pointed out, releasing the clutch. "Why did Lexa sound the retreat?" She suddenly sounded so angry, fuming as if the horn was somehow Clarke's fault.

"She made a deal with Mount Weather, freed the grounders, and now we're on our own." The words came out in a rush, as if Clarke said it all in one breath. Harley was completely stunned, left shell-shocked at the admission, but Clarke wasn't giving her any time to let it sink in. She was already banging on the door, nearly giving away their position to the ones inside.

Trying to snap out of it, Harley staggered over the tracks. "Clarke, stop!" She exclaimed.

Octavia got there first, shoving Clarke away from the door to stop her actions. "They'll know we're here!" She reminded her loudly. Clarke turned away, and Harley finally could see the wounded look on her face. "What about Lincoln?" Octavia continued. "There's no way he would have gone along with a plan like this."

"He didn't," Clarke answered, like it was simple. "They took him." She suddenly raised her hand, pointing a handgun at the keypad of the door that kept it locked.

From the other side of Clarke, Harley reached out, grasping her lower arm and yanking it down before she could shoot. "Clarke, you can't just shoot at the door!" She blurted. She had too much pent up distress and worry, she felt like she couldn't control the outbursts.

"What is wrong with you?!" Octavia cut in, heated with the behavior.

"I am getting through that door," Clarke stated in determination.

"And that's your plan?" Octavia furiously questioned. "Bellamy's counting on you! Everyone's always counting on you!"

"Well, what do you want from me?!" Clarke cried out.

Frowning, Harley held her hands up as if trying to put some distance between the two. "Guys, there isn't time for this, please, let's just-"

"You trusted Lexa," Octavia coldly said, ignoring Harley's input for peace. "You let a bomb drop on Tondc. You let all those people die!"

"I am doing the best I can!" Clarke argued, her voice breaking. Harley tilted her head, desperate for this to stop, but feeling remorse scratching away at the way Clarke hurt. She knew this was a plan she had made, and she couldn't imagine the pressure built up and the feeling of knowing she let everyone down.

"Yeah?" Octavia challenged. "Well, it's not good enough."

The major argument from the tension could have escalated to more, Harley figured, but it had come to a stop when a small beep echoed from the door they had been in front of. Harley took a mild step back as Octavia went for the handle of her sword and Clarke had her gun pointed forward once more. A breath of relief slipped when Harley saw it was only Bellamy, in a guard's uniform.

Bellamy's eyes widened when he saw the three girls, shocked that they were waiting in the tunnel. "Bellamy," Octavia uttered softly, lurching forward and throwing her arms over his shoulders. Her brother returned the embrace, his eyes shutting for a moment before opening again and meeting Clarke's.

The next two out were Jasper and Monty, both smiling at the sight instead of holding a surprised look. Harley finally smiled widely at the two, fully knowing that she hadn't seen either of them since the dropship. "I knew it," Octavia said to them in greeting. "You two are too scrawny to drill," she teased, poking Monty in the chest playfully before pulling him into a quick hug as well as Jasper.

"Jasper, Monty!" Harley called out in a cheer, rushing forward. "You're alive!" She gushed. She didn't know how she could have been so happy in a time like this. Instead of trying to push it aside and focus on the terrible problems thrown at them, Harley threw her arms over both their shoulders and pulled them into a tight group hug. She could hear them both let out short laughs before feeling their arms around her, hugging back.

"Glad to see you too, Harley," Monty responded, patting her on the back.

As Harley reluctantly released them, a girl hesitantly approached, almost as if she was afraid especially by the sight of Octavia. She was in a hazmat suit, but from what Harley could see, she had a round face, jet black hair, and kind eyes hidden behind the plastic. She easily put the facts together in her head, that she was apart of Mount Weather and couldn't breathe their air without dying.

"It's all right," Jasper said calmly. "This is Maya. She's with us."

Harley gave her a smile that the other, Maya, tried to send back. "Hi, Maya," she addressed her warmly. Maya seemed to relax, just by the friendly tone Harley had always radiated with.

As the two best friends ran towards Clarke, hugging her as well, Harley turned back around. She watched as Clarke gazed to Maya, over Jasper and Monty's shoulders and mouthed the words; 'thank you' to her. From the tank strapped to Maya back, a sudden beeping began to ring.

Jasper was the first to run over, leaning over her to study the warning. "Thirty minutes," he mumbled. "And we just changed it. That can't be right." He backed up, holding both her arms in unsettlement. "Uh, sh- um, it's her last tank," he informed the others, frightened.

"Shoot," Harley mumbled under her breath. "Where can we find another one?" She questioned, fast. Maya looked nice, she was on their side, and Harley didn't doubt she could have saved Jasper and Monty once or twice. She didn't want anyone innocent to die.

Distressed, Maya lifted her head, her voice short and panicking. "All the supplemental oxygen is on level five," she told them.

"Then we have to get you to level five," Jasper declared, set on doing so.

"Five isn't safe for any of us," Maya weakly argued.

"We can't just let you die," Harley commented seriously. She was positive there wasn't a level inside Mount Weather that was safe for them anyways.

A light bulb went off over Jasper's head. "We'll take the trash chute again," he stated swiftly. Harley sent a quick glance to it, remembering when Fox's body was sliding down it. She tried not to think about it, or the idea of anyone else being sent down.

"To get in, maybe," Bellamy claimed. "Maya's right. Every soldier in this mountain is there. We'll never make it out."

But Jasper was set on helping Maya, and he shook his head. "We can do this," he said stubbornly.

"You won't do it alone," Harley said, spirited, as she held her chin up. "I'll help you." Jasper's dark eyes softened and he nodded to her in thanks.

Octavia stepped in as well. "Okay, we can split up," she suggested to the others before motioning to Bellamy, Clarke and Monty. "You guys go for Dante. We'll help Maya."

It was pretty gross, crawling up the trash chute. Harley grimaced with each push she forced herself to take, scrambling to move quickly and ignore the discolored parts. She was naturally dirty, always covered in filth, but she liked to imagine it wouldn't always be like this. Still, Harley pushed forward, her boots digging into the ridges of metal. Ahead, in front of the line, Maya was beginning to gasp for air. It made the pace of each member pick up, up until the door was flung open.

"Come on," Jasper urged them, flinging his body out first. "We have to hurry, she's out of air," he rushed, helping Maya out of the hole. Octavia went next, outstretching her hand to the last one once her feet were on the ground. Harley gripped her wrist, and with a tug, she was out as well, stumbling to steady herself. "Shut the door!"

With one push, the small latch behind them shut and Maya ripped the top of her suit off, gasping for air. "Is she okay? Will she be alright?" Harley blurted, watching in concern. She wasn't a doctor or nurse, and wouldn't be able to just easily tell by observing.

Maya nodded, taking smaller breaths before speaking. "Time to spare."

Accepting that, Octavia motioned down the hall. "She's safe. Can we go now?" She urged them.

Observing the area, Harley could see the white brick walls surrounding them. There were different signs on the flatness, showing where they were. It seemed to be a comfortable place to live, and Harley couldn't understand why these people felt the need to hurt her friends and leave it.

"I'll be okay," Maya tried assuring Jasper, who wasn't ready to just head off into potential danger.

"Look," Jasper said, headstrong and refusing to give in. "I'm not leaving you." He swiveled to look towards Octavia's disapproving face and Harley's unsure one. "She's alive, but she's not safe," he told the two seriously.

"Cage knows I helped you guys," Maya insisted. "He's on level five."

Wildly turning her head, looking back and forth as if someone would pop out and strike at any moment, Octavia waited for a solution to be given. "So what do we do?" She coaxed them, too alarmed to remain still.

It was quiet, tense, before Jasper broke it by uttering a few threatening words. "We kill Cage."

There was a look in his eyes that Harley didn't like. He seemed so committed to the statement, and was frigid in a way she couldn't understand. She's never seen him like this, and it was unnerving to watch him become someone he wasn't. Jasper was like his best friend Monty, a dork who joked and accidentally hit on her when they first landed. He was someone who didn't deserve being speared in the chest or to suffer. He wasn't a killer.

However, Octavia would disagree. She nodded. "I'm in."

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NOTE!

sorry if im like updating too much im tryna wrap up season 2 BUT one more chapter then we're all done here ...... season 3 is gonna be hella more exciting in book 2 i promise.