It was nice to see the dropship, Harley thought to herself, despite the circumstances they were under. The last time she was here wasn't pleasant, considering that Lincoln had nearly died there after he became a reaper. If she spent time remembering it, she'd hear his endless screams sounding animal like ringing in her ears. She shuddered at the thought, attempting to take her mind elsewhere, but only seeing the dusty bones of people burned during the war. It wasn't any better. Harley could see Murphy nearly step on a sooty skull, but she quickly grabbed his elbow and pulled him back before he could.

Murphy looked back, giving Harley a curt nod in thanks as she released his arm. This time, he was much more cautious of where he stepped, but held his gun more loosely. The weapon only reminded Harley of the handgun pressed against her upper thigh. The weight placed a pressure on her chest, revolted by the idea of having to use it against a grounder. All she wanted to do is have peace, but she couldn't shoot someone to do so.

Continuing to pace forward, the pair approached the long cloth that Murphy brushed to the side, allowing them room. When entering, instead of being greeted with smiles as Harley expected, there were two guns belonging to Raven and Bellamy. "Woah!" She exclaimed, lifting her hands up in defense at the same time Murphy had before they could be shot.

"Murphy? Harley?" Bellamy spoke, confused by their presence but choosing to keep his gun upright. "What are you two doing here?"

"I believe I was invited," Murphy responded, motioning to Harley, who had told him about the invite given by Raven as he lowered his hands. Harley followed in suit, knowing it was just a reaction from their hasty entrance.

Backing him up, Raven reached out, making Bellamy put his gun down. "I thought we could use extra guns," she explained. "I told Harley to meet us here with him."

Understanding, Bellamy patted his firearm and nodded towards the two. "Might be a good idea."

"Finn should've been right behind you," Raven said, eyeing the opening of the dropship again, in hopes that he would appear after them.

As far as Harley knew, there was no one behind her and Murphy. The pair walked on their own, while he listened to the girl go on about everything in annoyance. She was a bit distracted, but couldn't recall anyone close-by. "Sorry, Raven," she apologized, walking further into the dropship. "We didn't see Finn or Clarke. They should be here soon, though!" Raven nodded back, showing she heard, but her lips were firmly pressed together in worry.

"Don't worry," Murphy cut in, sounding more mocking compared to Harley's kind and assuring tone. "The spacewalker's gonna be fine."

As it turned out, Murphy was right. Finn was fine, Harley found out, when he entered the dropship completely unharmed in what seemed like hours afterwards. In his arms was draped an unconscious Clarke, with blood escaping from her forehead. Harley gasped softly, alarmed, and jumping from her sitting position. "Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed.

"What happened?" Bellamy asked, rushing forward to help lay Clarke down.

"A grounder hit her on the head," Finn replied, attempting to be as careful as possible.

Harley handed Murphy a sheet that sheet that she balled up, and he pressed it to the ground. "Put her here." Clarke's head was gently rested against it, propped up carefully.

"I need a bandage, a rag, anything!" Bellamy demanded.

Murphy rushed to the corner of the dropship, grabbing a long rag. "Got it." He came back, passing it to Bellamy. "Here."

"Hold her head," Bellamy ordered. Harley knelt down beside him, her hands attempting to be steady enough to pick Clarke's head up. She drew in a shaky breath, shifting so the rag could be wrapped around the injury. "Clarke, can you hear me?" He mumbled, worried for her state. "Clarke. You're gonna be fine. You just need to rest."

"Alright," Harley whispered soothingly, brushing aside Clarke's blonde hair off her face. "You're gonna be okay." The wound didn't look so bad, and it wasn't bleeding through the rag. Harley assumed that was good, at least, she hoped. She nodded, trying to assure herself more than anyone. Finn was in distress, being calmed down by Raven, and she could see the worry creased on the faces of everyone else. But Clarke would be fine, she believed, just like they all would.

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It was easy to sense that Raven wanted to be alone with Finn, both looming over Clarke in concern. She felt uncomfortable by the way they were eyeing each other, so she excused herself to the outside of the dropship. It was quiet, the woods surrounding them only shaking from the windy breeze. She felt comfortable, as if she was back to when this was her residence, before The Ark landed. Harley missed it. It may not have been peaceful, living in fear of being attacked, but it wasn't too much different compared to how she was living now.

Except, this time, there was a chance for peace. Harley just didn't want the cost of it to be done in violence. She could see Bellamy and Murphy pacing back and forth, keeping their eye on the woods lined up in front of them. She strided forward, hopping off the door of the dropship, snapping twigs in the process. It startled the two males who whirled around, caught off guard, and meeting Harley's sheepish grin.

"If you're out here, take out your gun," Bellamy ordered, facing the woods again, and clearly not giving Harley a choice to argue. She pouted, wishing to decline, but reached to her side. In the process of grabbing her handgun, her hand brushed against the square box in her pocket. It was her deck of cards, and it reminded her of the moment of kindness that Murphy had. The touch had given Harley more hope then she needed, thinking that if Murphy could do something as caring, than so could the grounders.

Complying to Bellamy's harsh demand, Harley grasped the handle of her gun and tugging it out of the holster wrapped around her hip. She still had no clue how to properly use it, other then pulling the trigger while trying to aim correctly, and knew that she still wouldn't. It left her blindly innocent, Harley knew, but she didn't want Earth to change her optimism and warm-hearted friendliness. The weight of the gun couldn't change it.

As Harley came to a stop in front of one of the burned tree trunks, she stopped when seeing the trees shuffle more than normal. She tried her best to see through, wanting to know if it was grounders or some deformed animal. "What is that-?" Before Harley could finish, Murphy grasped her arm and tugged it down, hissing at her to stay quiet. She grunted in surprise, landing on her knees in the mud beside him. She could see Bellamy was squatted in front of the other burnt stump, not too far from them. Harley tried to lean forward, wanting to get another peek.

Harley barely had a chance to let her eyes gaze towards the gate before Murphy was pushing on her shoulder, forcing her to retreat back down. "Stay put," Murphy directed her, seething with her carelessness. She thought it was unfair that he got to point his gun forward, peering through the scope, but she was unable to even look.

"We got company! Get out here!" Bellamy shouted over his shoulder. In minutes, Raven, Finn and a suddenly awake Clarke were pouring out of the dropship and getting in position. "Get down!" He warned them. "Grounders."

"Oh no," Harley whispered, but remaining still like Murphy told her. She could hear the others panting, full of fear, and realized she was as well when her chest heaved with each breath.

Clarke spoke what they all knew, the biggest unexpecting issue. "We're surrounded."

Fortunately, the grounders didn't attack. It left Harley confused, not that she was complaining about it. They were more so wandering outside of the gate, but keeping a watchful eye on the ones they knew were hiding inside the dropship. Harley used both her hands to hold her gun, keeping it lowered, as they tried to figure out what to do from here. Murphy and Bellamy stuck their heads out of the draped cloth, observing the enemy.

"If we hit them now, at least we'd take them by surprise," Murphy declared, pulling back and throwing the cloth shut behind him.

"We don't even know how many of them are out there," Clarke argued with a roll of her eyes, as the group began to form into a circle.

"I'm not hearing any better ideas, Clarke," Murphy shot back.

Harley stepped in, voice soft. "Another war isn't a good idea," she pointed out, dismissing his plan.

Suddenly, Raven spoke up, from where she had stood almost nervously and unsure. "We'll give them something," she declared, refusing to meet anyone's eyes, especially Harley's, who looked over to her in curiosity.

"All they want is Finn," Bellamy stated, lost.

"Finn wasn't the only one at the village," Raven mumbled. Her eyes finally flickered up, darkly staring down Murphy. It made Harley's heart sink with realization. She didn't want to believe it as the others asked what she meant, but she knew. It left her feeling nauseated, with what Raven planned to do to her brother, and why she was told to invite him in the first place.

Defending himself, Murphy looked incredulous. "Raven, I came here to protect him," he challenged her. "You were the one who wanted me to come, you asked Harley.." He suddenly stopped, his head moving to his sister before back to Raven as the truth hit him as well. "That's why you wanted me to come along."

"Enough grounders saw him at the village," Raven declared. "They'd believe he was the shooter."

"No, Raven," Harley pleaded desperately. "This isn't right and you know it."

But Raven wasn't backing down, keeping her expression into a scowl directed towards Murphy. He noticed and boldly insulted her with a venomous spat. "Sick bitch."

"Raven, you don't mean this," Clarke tried to calm her, shaking her head.

"You know what they do to people," Bellamy inputted.

Raven's lower lip curled, uncaring of what was said to her. "They want a murderer, we'll give them one," she snarled, raising her firearm and pointing it forward. "Drop your gun!" She shouted, demanding.

The change of events had Harley moving quickly, knowing that Raven's target was Murphy and not her, she sidestepped and shielded his body with her own with her hands up. "Raven, please!" She begged. "We can't do this to him. He tried to stop Finn, you know that!"

"Get out of my way, Harley," Raven warned, her voice dark and threatening. Harley shook her head, refusing.

Murphy put his hand on Harley's shoulder, leaning forward to spite Raven further. "Go to hell, Raven!"

"That's enough!" Harley exclaimed, pushing Murphy back as Clarke made another effort towards Raven. She swore to herself she couldn't let anyone hurt him, especially for something he didn't do.

"I said, drop it!" Raven growled, the gun lurching forward and the barrel nearly pressing into Harley's chest.

Finally cutting in, Finn pushed down Raven's gun, shouting. "Stop! We're not doing this!" Raven reluctantly dropped it, and Harley breathed a short sigh of relief, dropping her hands but remaining in front of Murphy still. She wouldn't have been able to forgive herself if something happened. "They've got us surrounded. The only thing we can do is stay and defend this place." He waited, looking from each member of the circle, who nodded with agreement. Harley curtly did so, knowing it was a better plan than giving Murphy up.

"Murphy and Harley, go upstairs and watch the rear," Finn instructed. "I'll take the lower level. You three, take the front gate. That's the plan," he decided. "All right?" Harley nodded again, hesitantly following Murphy to the ladder.

After Murphy had went crawling up first, Harley went next, pulling herself up the steel bars until they reached the level. It was the one in the middle, just below where they had kept Lincoln while he was a reaper. She glanced around, seeing the large opening that Murphy had made when he made his escape after hanging Bellamy.

"Hold your gun forward," Murphy told her. "Do you even know how to use it?"

Harley slowly shook her head. "I missed the shooting classes when I was busy trying to convince people that we can be at peace with the grounders."

Sighing, Murphy lowered his gun to held Harley position hers correctly in her hand. "Keep your finger off the trigger until you see your target. It's easier to aim if you level it with your eyes. Be still. Squeeze, don't pull." Harley listened, nodding after each instructed sentence and doing her best to follow them. He suddenly paused, eyeing her wearily, before speaking again, this time softer. "Thank you."

Confused by what he meant, Harley turned her head, lowering her gun. "What?"

"That was the second time you put yourself in between me and the barrel of a gun," Murphy responded with sincere. "So, thank you."

Harley slowly smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "What are sisters for?" She asked, making Murphy smiled back, even if it was just as typically small.

Mistakenly, Harley was distracted enough to let her guard down long enough to nearly miss the sound of someone shouting. But it echoed, loud enough for her to hear. "What is that?!"

Leaning forward, Harley could see nothing but trees, but knew that it was Clarke shouting in grief. She shook her head, distressed. It was nothing good like she had wanted to believe.

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The glow of fire; small dots in the distance flickered in Harley's teary blue eyes. There was nothing she could do. She, along with the group, headed back to their home at Camp Jaha after Finn had given himself up to the grounders to save the rest of them. She hadn't liked him, not since the massacre, but absolutely no one deserved his future fate. Harley remembered each word that Lincoln told her, of how his people would slowly torture him.

Most of the residents had gathered at the gate, watching as the grounders prepared themselves. They were putting up a tall post, that caught Raven's attention more. "What is that?"

"It's for Finn," Clarke replied, broken. "They want us to watch."

Harley shook her head, feeling a single tear stream down her cheek. From beside her, Clover grasped her hand, forcing her to be looked at. "I-I cant.." Harley murmured, her voice cracking. It was dreadful; the inevitable.

"We're gonna get him," Bellamy declared, loud and determined. "We'll get in close and we'll hit them hard."

"Son.." Kane stopped him. "There's thousands of them. Even if we could kill hundreds, they'd still wipe out this camp and your friend would still die." Harley exhaled sharply, knowing that he was right. There was no stopping this tragedy, or everyone died, including Finn.

Wretched, Raven looked from the grounders to Abby, desperate. "We have to try," she cried, breaking Harley's heart, which only shattered as Abby shook her head in response to decline her of doing so. Bellamy, Raven and Clarke turned away, but Harley remained put, this time forcing herself to look out into the field.

Finn had done wrong, and he deserved punishment, but not like this. Harley couldn't get Lincoln out of her head, knowing the amount of pain he would endure before slowly dying. The limbs they would cut off before slicing him. She couldn't believe the cruelty they would have to witness for peace, and it left Harley beginning to wonder if they'd even deserve it after this. She could only watch as Finn was brought out among cheering and tied down to the post.

Suddenly, there was a familiar figure moving in the dark, heading towards the grounders. She squinted her eyes, seeing a blonde head bravely moving through the camp. It was Clarke. Abby was whispering her daughter's name, fearing of not knowing what she was doing. "Woah," Harley could hear Clover mumble. "The grounders could.." She trailed off, not even being able to speak of what could happen.

From what little Harley could see, Clarke was conversing with the commander. "I think she's trying to make a deal," she whispered back, letting hope bloom in her chest, even if it was only for a moment. It was a nice, memorable, feeling.

A shiver curled up Harley's spine as Clarke was directed away from the commander. She could hear Raven speak, telling Clarke to do it, whatever that had meant. Instead, Finn was embraced tightly by her, and Harley could only imagine the tears spilling between them. "What is she doing?" Raven asked, the words being exhaled in one long breath.

The hug lasted for a moment, longer than Harley expected, before Clarke slowly pulled away. She watched, wide eyed, as Finn's head dropped and blood was exposed through his shirt. She could see the grounders move to attack Clarke, but she couldn't look away from Finn as tears were finally allowed to stream down her cheeks. Finn was dead.

"Oh my god," Harley cried out, bringing both her hands up to be pressed together and cover her mouth. Clarke killed Finn out of mercy. The fact had a lump arising in her throat, and she felt sick to her stomach. She stumbled back, leaning against Clover's side, unable to move her hands or look away. She knew his death was unavoidable, but witnessing it left her emotionally stricken with grief.

"No!" Raven screamed out, the word echoing and hitting Harley hard, like a tidal wave. She began sobbing as she fell to her knees. "No! No!" She continued to wail in agony as Bellamy attempted to comfort her in a hold.

Harley felt her feet remained firmly planted, frozen in place. She couldn't think of the peace, could only see the violence before the storm, knowing this had shattered not only Raven but many others. Including her.