"No, just pick a card John! It's not difficult!" Harley exclaimed, shoving the deck in Murphy's chest, the cards spread out in her hands as they walked. She figured this would be the best way to clear any tension, for now, between them. Just awhile ago, Harley was thinking about having a serious deep conversation with him over what he's done, and now she realized that maybe she didn't know as much as she thought about him.

The group of five were hardly far away from the dropship when Finn, who told Clarke it was a suicide mission, seemingly changed his mind and followed them. He suggested that they break up their search party to cover more ground. He went off with Clarke, Bellamy paired with Wells, and Murphy was stuck with Harley. That was how the two found themselves wandering around, searching for Jasper. While Harley was looking for Jasper, she was also trying the card trick on the other but to no avail. She was hungry, thirsty, scared, and needed a distraction.

Murphy, who had put up with Harley and her deck of cards for long enough, was quickly becoming irritated. At this point, he looked like he had wanted to put her into a serious choke-hold. He stopped walking to glare at her harshly. "It's Murphy," he corrected in extreme annoyance, for what was probably the tenth time since they left the dropship. "And if I do will you stop talking?!"

"Most likely not," Harley answered a bit too honestly. She waited, her cards still outstretched in his direction, as Murphy had finally caved in and pulled out one of the middle cards. "Now look at it and memorize it, but don't tell me what it is." Murphy complied, flipping it over and studying it for a second. "Good, now put it back." He did so, and Harley took the deck back. She shuffled it a few times, remembering the steps that she had taught herself after being locked up for so long and picked out what she knew was Murphy's card, an Ace of Diamonds.

However, Murphy had barely reacted much to Harley's disappointment. "Congratulations, you're a magician," he snapped, shoving the card back in her hands. Harley frowned, tying the deck and shoving them back in her pocket where they belonged. He went back to walking, and attempting to ignore Harley again as she trailed behind him.

It was silent as they searched. Harley thought of Jasper first, how he was stabbed in the chest and dragged away, alive. She looked up as they walked, wondering if who had attacked him were in the trees and watching her with Murphy. She tried to push those thoughts out of her head and focus on the real task, finding Jasper, before the worst happened.

Harley brushed a tree branch aside that was in her line of view before speaking again. "So why did you do it?" She asked curiously, hoping for some decent conversation. Her heart was set on finding Jasper, alive but she couldn't help the spark of interest she's always had. For the past two years, she's been sitting in a box and wondering why no one believed her, and why Murphy did such a reckless thing when he knew the laws clearly. Harley deserved answers.

"Do what?" Murphy asked, not even bothering to look Harley's way. "Pick the Ace card? Usually it's random." He was being sarcastic, and clearly knowing what she meant but avoiding the question.

Frowning, Harley continued walking but tried to look at him seriously. "John, you set a quarter on Alpha Station on fire," she spoke, pointing out the obvious. "People don't wake up randomly one morning and choose to do something that hasty."

"Maybe I did," Murphy retorted, almost carelessly, while his tone of voice as blank as his expression.

Slowly, Harley was growing frustrated. She shoved that feeling aside, and still continued to be as kind as she's been even though Murphy hadn't deserved it. "You never left your box either," she continued, not missing the way Murphy tensed up at her words. The only time the delinquents were allowed to leave is on visitor days and the few times they'd let the ones who weren't murderers wander as long as they were still in the Sky Box. Harley never saw Murphy once.

"I had my reasons," Murphy spoke coldly. "Let it go." The statement was clear and heavy, almost as if he was warning Harley to just drop the topic.

"Hey," Harley said, a little louder than she meant, and grabbed Murphy's wrist. She saw that he didn't have a wristband on, like the others, and knew he was rebelling against The Ark for a reason. "I was locked away like a criminal for two years, because I tried to help you. All you told me was that you had to do it. I want to know why. You deserved help as much as I deserve an answer."

Without a word, Murphy pulled the hold Harley had on him away and instead grabbed her own wrist. She watched as he raised it and looked at the wristband. "How about you take this off, and we can talk about it?" He offered, the first time talking in a different manner to Harley.

"You don't want The Ark to come down, do you?" Harley asked instead, soft. Murphy didn't answer, instead dropped her wrist. "I have family in The Ark, John," she continued, treading beside him through the trees. "I can't let them think that I'm dead if I'm not. I'm sorry," she apologized, slowly catching on, and assuming Murphy had no family in The Ark, wondering if he was okay on the ground and couldn't understand what she felt.

However, it went both ways. Maybe Murphy couldn't understand that Harley had a family that she couldn't let think she was dead, but Harley couldn't understand how it felt to want to rebel against The Ark.

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They regrouped after figuring out Jasper was no where close to where they were. Harley trudged along, trying to keep up, with her hands shoved deep in her jacket's pockets. "How do we know this is the right way?" Murphy asked, breaking the silence between the group who had been wandering with no luck. No one had found any sign of where Jasper could have been dragged away to.

"We don't," Bellamy answered before anyone could with a gruff mumble. "Spacewalker thinks that he's a tracker," he continued, his cross glare turning towards Finn who led them. Finn was hardly listening, more so studying the ground and hoping to pick something up like an animal hunting its prey would.

"You want to keep it down?" Finn suggested, not even bothering to turn around and face them as he spoke. "Or should I paint a target on your backs?" Harley turned around, almost as if Finn could easily sense that there was a grounder hiding and watching them. She wouldn't have been surprised if there was, but considering that the grounders had spent a longer time on Earth than any of them, it'd be easy to disguise themselves while they spied and watched them.

There was suddenly a loud moaning in the distance. It was deep, and full of pain, and the group was all on guard from it. Harley didn't know what it was, but her blue eyes flickered in the direction of it. "What the hell was that?" Murphy asked what they were all thinking, tightening his fists and turning his head.

Clarke looked the most worried, getting ready to move and lead the group in that direction, no matter how dangerous it may be. "Now would be a good time to take out that gun," she said to Bellamy, before heading out.

Harley followed, her boots stepping over the most beautiful flowers she'd try to miss, but they were in a rush. Clarke, who had been leading them, came to a sudden halt, and she stopped in between Murphy and Wells. Harley's eyes widened at the sight, and her hand came up to cover her mouth.

It was Jasper. He was groaning loudly in pain, the voice a deep rumble from his throat. He was hanging by his hands in a tall tree, his legs tied down as well, and shirtless, his chest spotted with blood. There was also a weird green spot on Jasper's chest, something that covered up the wound from the spear that had hit him earlier.

"Jasper," Clarke breathed out in surprise. "Oh my god." She stepped forward, and the rest followed in suit, no regards for their own safety. Every thought of any grounder was flown right out of Harley's head. She was more worried about Jasper, and how to help him.

All of a sudden, where Clarke had stepped gave out from underneath her. Before she fell through the hole, Bellamy had quickly grabbed her wrist. Harley jumped in surprise, as Finn began shouting for Bellamy to pull her up. She raced forward, behind Murphy. He grabbed underneath Clarke's wrist, where Bellamy's hand was, and gripped her upper arm, leaning forward and pulling with the rest. When the blonde was at the edge, she used her shoes digging into the ground to pull herself up.

"You okay?" Finn asked, helping her scoot back so she wasn't as close to the edge and wouldn't fall in again.

"Yeah," Clarke answered quickly, nodding her head, and panting from the surprise. She looked up, remembering Jasper and how they had to help him. "We need to get him down," she stated, already prepping herself back to her feet.

"I'll climb up there and cut the vines," Finn suggested, walking forward bravely.

Harley attempted to follow him, wanting to help, but Wells stopped her. "No," he protested to her, making her frown. "I'll go with you," he offered, ready to follow Finn to the tree.

"No," Finn argued, waving him away. "Stay with Clarke." He brushed the tall grass away, as his gaze moved to Bellamy. "And watch him," he added cautiously. "You, let's go." He pointed to Murphy and turned around, expecting to be followed.

Hesitating, Murphy looked at Bellamy for the okay to do so. Bellamy nodded, tilting his head towards Finn and letting him. "There's poultice on his wound," Clarke stated, observing, as Murphy followed Finn.

"Medicine?" Harley asked. She wasn't any type of medical expert. But the word had sounded familiar from Earth skills class, something she enjoyed a lot while being in lock up, and paid attention to more than anything else. Clarke nodded in confirmation. "But they saved his life," she said, confused. "Why hang him?"

Bellamy shook his head. "Maybe as bait," he suggested. "Maybe what they're trying to catch like its dinner to be breathing."

From the trunk of the tree where he was preparing to climb, Finn looked over after overhearing Bellamy. "Maybe what they're trying to catch is us."

Harley watched, feeling uneasy as Finn climbed the tree to one side of Jasper and Murphy climbed the other. Her hand rose to her mouth and she began chewing at her thumbnail, wondering of what was bound to happen. They were out in the open, anyone could strike and they could end up like Jasper.

"Be careful!" Clarke called out to them.

Suddenly, there was a quiet growling. It wasn't like Jasper's groans of pain, it was more animal like. Harley turned around, seeing the grass began to quiver and move. "What the hell was that?" Murphy asked, trying to peer closer.

"Grounders?" Bellamy suggested. The idea was thrown away, when what was hissing at them turned around a tree and was in their view. Harley's eyes grew and her breath caught in her throat. It was a large, black beast. She didn't know what type of animal that it was, but it didn't look so friendly.

The black animal growled again before taking off, bolting towards them. "Bellamy, gun!" Clarke shouted. Bellamy reached behind him before realizing the weapon was no long on him. Instead, Wells had it, pointed forward, and firing it in the direction of the wild creature that was running through the rustling grass.

Harley watched the tall grass, that swayed in whatever direction the animal had went. Harley's head moved back and forth as Wells stopped shooting when it disappeared, everyone growing quiet in fear of where it had gone. All of a sudden, the creature leaped forward, it's sharp paws aimed towards Harley. She shrieked, her arms throwing up to protect herself at the same time the gun went off one more time.

Expecting to feel an immense amount of pain, Harley cried out when she hit the ground, the animal landing on her chest. Except, she didn't feel anything, otherwise for a small bruise on her back from where she had landed. Figuring Wells must have shot it, and finally killed it as its body was just limp on top of her, she freaked out. "Get it off of me!" Harley shouted in a high pitched voice when Bellamy, Wells and Clarke had rushed over to see if she was okay.

The second that, whatever that thing was, had been pulled off, Harley sat up, her palms resting in the grass. "Please don't tell me that's dinner."