Before Harley knew it, two long days have passed. They were back to Camp Jaha earlier than expected, due to how fast they ran away from the slaughter. Harley remembered how it felt, her heart and lungs pumping in her chest and her knees wobbling with every racing step. She couldn't get the image out of her head of the shot grounders, even now. Every time she shut her eyes, even for a second, she saw the scene as if she was there again. It left Harley feeling sick and revolted, and at this point, she was too scared to even glance at Finn. He terrified her.

From where Harley was sitting on a cool, wooden bench, she suddenly felt a warm hand pressed against her back. She tensed at the feeling, but relaxed when she saw it was only Clover sliding into the seat next to her. "Hey," the blonde greeted calmly, passing one of the cups she held across the table top to Harley's direction. "Managed to get some drinks. Do you want some?" She offered.

Slowly shaking her head, Harley used one shaky hand to nudge the drink back. A shudder passed through her, knowing that Clover was attempting to make her feel better after the horror she witnessed. No amount of drinking would erase what happened. "I'm alright." Even the words didn't sound right. Harley was frightened and felt nothing but guilt for the grounders that died due to Finn's outrage. She could see the others didn't even blame him, they mostly blamed Murphy. None of it was right.

"I know you're scared," Clover said softly, giving Harley a pitiful look. "And I know you feel bad for those grounders. I'm just saying that if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you. I always will be," she promised. Harley hadn't smiled in so long, and it felt so nice to do so again. She knew that Clover disliked the grounders as everyone there did, but the comforting words despite this were more than loving enough to make her smile.

"You know, Clarke thinks she can find a way into Mount Weather," Clover added after a moment, changing the topic. She pointed forward to a few tables away. "So we can help all of our friends."

Turning her head, Harley noticed that Bellamy and Clarke were quietly talking while studying a map.It was odd that once upon a time the delinquents were supposed to find the mountain to retrieve supplies, and now their friends were stuck there with the survivors. Her breath hitched in her throat when noticing that Finn was approaching, greeting the pair, which only made Bellamy strangely stand and leave.

Harley could see the two converse for a minute, before Murphy was striding his way towards them with confidence. A sliver of protection struck through Harley, knowing that the others didn't like Murphy for all that he's done. Now, they disliked him for not stopping Finn, as if he somehow allowed the mass murderer to kill everyone. She quickly excused herself from Clover, telling herself silently that she'd direct Murphy away from them before making her way to their table.

It left Harley feeling a bit nauseous being in Finn's presence for the first time since they had gotten back home, but she attempted to tough it out as she leaned over the table while Murphy greeted them in a loud announcement. "Check it out. Salvaged Monty's still from the dropship." He plopped down next to Clarke, who seemed uncomfortable by his presence, while setting his drink down. "Now I guess, you know, if they could just salvage Monty, huh?" He joked with a short laugh.

Even if it was a bit cruel and offensive, Harley had to hold back a laugh when seeing the angry scowl on Clarke's face. She whistled quietly under her breath, filling the silence. "Wow. Tough crowd."

Amused by Harley's input, Murphy smiled before taking a drink and speaking again. "You tell her we're cleared?" He asked Finn, who hesitantly shook his head. "Well, it looks like our pardon for surviving includes our time on the ground. Now bigger fish to fry, I guess."

"We did what we had to do." Finn's statement hung in the air before he cleared his throat. "I gotta go." With that, he was gone, back in the direction he had come from, leaving Harley glad.

Murphy whistled lowly as Harley had, sensing the tensions between Finn and Clarke. "Trouble in paradise?" He questioned, clearly entertained and mocking.

Refusing to look at him, Clarke answered. "Just because they pardoned you doesn't mean I have."

Shrugging, unaffected, Murphy took another long drink. "Okay." Harley frowned, unable to see how he was so calm by the direct insult.

Before someone could speak up, someone else approached, on edge. "Clarke!" Raven exclaimed, rushing forward as best she could. Once close enough, she didn't hesitate in scaring Murphy off with simple words that held a threat behind them. "Beat it, Murphy."

"Well then," Murphy mumbled, rising and taking his drink with him. "I'm gone."

Harley could guess that she wasn't wanted there either, even if Raven hadn't said it. It had to be something important, so she left too, following in the direction Murphy went. Even if he didn't want her on his trail, it wouldn't stop her. She reached out, grabbing his arm to keep up with his fast pace. "Hey, come sit with me," she offered, hopeful.

Murphy let out a snort, averting his eyes to where Clover was, drinking. "With the blonde who keeps sending you heart eyes every time you breathe? No thanks," he declined, not so politely.

"Then sit with me here," Harley argued, not caring if he hadn't liked Clover. She tugged his arm until he reluctantly took a seat at another empty table with her.

Murphy pulled his arm away from the touch, keeping his facial expression completely cold as it always was. "You can stop acting like you care about me now and leave me alone."

"I'm not pretending," Harley protested. "I'm not going to leave you." The promise made Murphy's expression drop into one of disbelief. She didn't doubt that Murphy hadn't believed her, if everyone who had cared about him either left or died. "So you can stop acting like you don't like me and my hugs, and start accepting that I'm going to care about you whether you like it or not."

Harley could visibly see that Murphy slowly relaxed, almost softened at her words. She tilted her head, smiling slowly, showing how genuine that she was. Murphy set his drink down, sighing before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small rectangular box. It made Harley's eyebrows crease in curiosity, as he set it on the table, sliding it over to her slowly. "Here," he mumbled. "I found them in the stash of supplies with Monty's moonshine."

Steadily, Harley picked up the small white box that was passed to her and turned it over. She pulled the slip out and felt her heart skip a beat when seeing what was inside. A bunch of cards, all brand new, and not worn out like her old pack that had burned outside of the dropship. "You stole these for me?" She asked, not even caring that they were snatched. It was the point that Murphy had swiped them for her, knowing it was a game she treasured.

Nodding back in response, Murphy avoided the gaze, refusing to make eye contact. Harley grinned before throwing her arms over Murphy's shoulders, still clutching the box in her hand that pressed against his back. She knew she was beginning to really overdo it with the embraces, but the action had left her beaming with endearment and she couldn't help it. "Thank you," she said, her voice muffled.

To Harley's complete surprise, she felt Murphy's arms thread around her. It was the first time he hugged her back, despite the countless ones she had given him. The hug he was giving her was limp, almost awkward, but it left Harley touched. She felt herself gasp quietly as she dug her fingers into his jacket, clutching, and refusing to let go. "You're hugging me back!" She practically exclaimed. It was as if every bit of fear that Harley held onto were fading into almost nothing and replaced with delight.

"Alright," Murphy groaned, scornful, his arms sliding back in retreat despite the hold Harley had on him. "Don't get used to it." Harley continued smiling as she finally let him go. He coughed once before preparing to stand. "I should go."

"Wait," Harley objected, reaching out to grip the long sleeve of his jacket. "Let's play a game." She could see how he paused, mulling over spending time with her. "We can play Go Fish," she offered.

Murphy looked into the distance for a second, before turning his head back and shaking it. "I don't know how."

Straightaway, Harley got the saddest look on her face, realizing Murphy had the rough childhood that she didn't. Figuring that returning to Clover could wait, and making Murphy smile was more important to her, Harley pulled the thin cards out of the box and began dividing them. "I'll show you how," she promised, swearing to herself that she'll make him happy if it's the last thing she'll ever do.

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The leaves underneath Harley's boots crunched with each step she took, deeper into the woods. She was invited due to sneaking out with the others days before by Abby, who wanted to keep the teenagers in her site. Raven was sure she had found something with Mount Weather, that they were jamming their radios and keeping them from contacting their friends or other possible survivors. The mechanic swore if they'd get close enough, she could blow it, and finally use their radios properly.

Much to Harley's dismay, Abby had also brought along Finn. At the very least, there were a few guards that were armed. Octavia was just as irked with him trailing along and even spoke under her breath so the others couldn't hear her. "I can't believe they let Finn come." Harley nodded shortly in agreement.

"Best tracker we've got," Bellamy argued, pointing out before speaking louder to the others in warning. "Don't forget to look up, the grounders use the trees. That's how we lost John Mbege." As if there were grounders really hiding up there, Harley leaned her head back and scanned the area above her. Even if there were, she wouldn't be able to see them. Grounders were warriors, and disguised themselves into the trees to attack. The thought didn't ease her, and she sighed before staring ahead again and picking up her speed.

The walk to Mount Weather was becoming longer than what Harley expected, she was beginning to almost wish that she hadn't left Camp Jaha. It was nice to rest, at least once, and her gash on her side was feeling like a sharp, itchy bruise. It was difficult to ignore and not scratch at the stitches, but Harley at least knew in doing so she would only pull them out and have to go through the painful process all over again. She was so busy focused on the prickling itch on her side that she hadn't noticed Clarke, Bellamy, and Octavia quietly having a discourse.

For what felt like endless hours, Harley continued trailing after the others. She picked her head up, squinting her eyes, when seeing past the tall trees that there was a large building, shelter like. She didn't recognize it, which had only meant that it was the one place they were pursuing to find. Harley felt herself smile, knowing her friends were inside.

All of a sudden, Harley felt a tight tug on her wrist. Her eyes moved from the mountain, to the back of Clover's head, and then to her side. Octavia was there, keeping her from moving along with the group with a finger to her mouth for signaling the other to stay quiet. Confused, Harley watched as she motioned for her to follow, making her direction head towards Bellamy, who was quietly sneaking away. If Harley had wanted to consider her few options, she hadn't. Instead, she edged away from the group, following Octavia who trailed after Bellamy into a different route inside the woods.

Waiting until they were out of earshot, a while later, far enough from the group, Harley finally asked. "What are we doing?" Considering they were distancing themselves, and much more distant from the others, it had to be important.

"According to Clarke, before the bombs, there were buildings everywhere here," Bellamy began to explain. Harley raised her eyebrows, surveying the region they were in and unable to picture it. The Ark had stories, but nothing she could ever imagine. "I'm guessing some of them had access to the bunker. So we're looking for ruins, anything that's man-made," he ordered. "Okay?"

Harley nodded, understanding why she was brought along. They needed more eyes for Clarke, to find whatever could help them enter Mount Weather. She was about to take a better look around, before a loud voice called out from behind them. "Hey! Blake's! Bostwick! Let's go, right now!"

Octavia's jaw clenched in annoyance, and Harley peeked over her shoulder to see three guards. "Whoops," she whispered under her breath. "Busted."

"In case you've forgotten, we're not under your command," Bellamy shot back.

"Don't make us do this the hard way," the guard, Sergeant Scott retorted, sounding apologetic if he would have to take the three kicking and screaming.

"Come on, Scott," Bellamy suddenly pleaded. "Forty-seven of our people are prisoners in this mountain."

As Bellamy and Sergeant Scott argued, there was an odd scuttling noise. Harley examined the source of the noise, dropping her head to stare at the ground. Hundreds of little bugs were running past her feet, making her grimace. "Oh, gross."

The others noticed too, leaving them wondering what they were all doing. Bellamy managed to answer with a whisper of one word. "Running." Glancing back up, he finally caught sight of what their threat was. Harley did so too, and her eyes widened when seeing the familiar light green smoke. "Acid fog!" Bellamy exclaimed, warning them and motioning for the guard's packs. "We need cover, now!"

However, Harley noticed Octavia taking a few steps back, turning her head to see that the bugs were running in a certain direction. Lost and alarmed, Harley leaned back as Bellamy shouted for her to come back, to see that the girl was pulling moss off something solid. "Bell, there's something in here!" She called out.

Harley rushed over as Bellamy called for the guards to follow them. Octavia ripped off more moss, finding a handle that Bellamy grasped and tugged. "Hurry up!" Octavia exclaimed, noticing the fog was closing in on them. Harley's arm came up to cover her mouth, coughing in loud gasps as Bellamy finally managed to pull it open. He shoved Octavia, Harley, and the guard inside quickly.

A black shadow clouded Harley's vision, but she knew she was perfectly wide awake. They were in a type of building, safe from the acid fog. She coughed a few more times, turning to see the only light source from outside coming from Bellamy who was shouting at the guard left behind to hurry before the door shut and she was enveloped into a darkness once more.