The words that Nyko had spoke when Lincoln was seizing repeated again in Harley's head as they waited for Finn and Clarke to return when he plan was finished. She was worried about the grounders and their ruthless commander running through Camp Jaha, but to focus on that wouldn't help anyone. She had faith that Clarke would pull through and they would all survive this before saving their friends.

As for Finn, Harley hadn't had as much trust in him. Instead of spending time dwelling on what he had done, she had chosen to turn towards Nyko who propped himself against the dropship wall while they waited patiently for the return of the pair that had left. "What does it mean?" She questioned. "What you said to Lincoln. The, you gonplei thingy..." She trailed off, hoping he'd catch on. Harley remembered how he said it, with so much emotion and regret traced all over his face. She figured it was important and meaningful to them.

Nyko send Harley an odd look, unsure as to why she was coming off as kind despite his hostile look. She was even sitting upright with her knees pressed to her chest and her chin rested on the palm of her hand, clearly interested in what he had to say. She didn't even seem afraid of him. "Yu gonplei ste odon," he responded, correcting her as she hadn't remembered the words right. "It means, your fight is over. That is how we send our people off to peace."

"Wow," Harley whispered back. Despite the short explanation, she was touched. "That's beautiful."

The idea of dying was scary, or even to watch someone she loved die was much more scary, but to hear or speak that their fight was over from surviving was such a moving statement. "We recite a short passage." Harley remembered The Ark's way to say farewell to someone passing, to send them home, as they described. She hasn't lost anyone close to her, like most had, so she had yet to say it to someone and mean it deeply.

"A passage?" Nyko repeated, seemingly as intrigued as Harley was by his language.

Harley nodded back. "The Ark's dream was always to return home to the ground. That's how it began," she explained shortly. "But it ends with may we meet again in hopes we would find them again, whether it's in another life or not."

Raising his chin, Nyko caught on to what Harley was describing for him even if he hadn't asked. "I believe that is equally as beautiful." Harley brightened at the words, almost beaming with a wide smile. Even though they were discussing sending loved ones off to death, she thought it was important to converse with. So far, she was engrossed by their customs.

Knowing that Octavia was just as fascinated with the grounder's society as she was, Harley turned her head to send her a glance. It explained why Octavia had started braiding her hair and wielding a sword, after falling in love with the soft grounder Lincoln.

Octavia looked exhausted from dealing with this endless stress for so long, but was still refusing to leave Lincoln's side which was understandable. Harley paused to look down to Lincoln, who was still unconscious after having a run-in with death. Although he was still chained down to the ground to only be safe, he finally looked peaceful, and not in danger of himself or others with whatever drug was in his system.

Harley hoped that nobody would have to say either passage any time soon, no matter how beautiful they were.

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After what had seemed like endless hours of waiting, Bellamy even considering that everything had fallen apart, the hatch door suddenly flung open. Harley turned her head, expecting to see the familiar blonde with Finn behind her. She didn't know how much time they had left, or even the full story Clarke had planned before leaving. But, she had promised a way to stop the attack that the leader of the grounders was arranging.

While the head that popped up was blonde and recognizable, it wasn't Clarke. Her eyes widened a bit when seeing it was Clover, pulling herself up the ladder first with Doctor Abby Griffin second and right behind her. She didn't expect to see her significant other here, but realized she was more than glad Clover was.

Clover heaved a sigh of relief, thankful when seeing that Harley was completely fine. They haven't seen each other since splitting up and being trapped separately when the acid fog passed. While Clover was stuck in a tent for a shield with Raven and Abby, Harley was in a ancient garage with cannibal reapers.

"You have to stop sneaking away from me," Clover mumbled under her breath, slightly breathless as Harley pushed herself to her feet and was quickly embraced by the other.

After whispering an apology, Harley pulled away, holding Clover's lower arm loosely. "Is John alright? He's back at camp, right?" Clover nodded, assuring her that Murphy was back at camp and safe, as far as she knew.

"Where's Clarke?" Octavia asked, watching closely as Abby knelt beside Lincoln and opened her medkit.

"Trying to stop a war," Finn responded quickly.

Abby opened Lincoln's eyelids, shining a light in them in observation. Her forehead creased in concern, Harley could see, as she leaned forward and awaited the official report. "Pupils are unresponsive," the doctor stated. Bellamy and Octavia exchanged a worried look. "Tie off his arm," Abby continued, ordering. "Tight as you can." Octavia nodded, her hands quickly moving to tie down the limb as Lincoln began to awake. "Thanks to the supplies your brother found, Lincoln might have a chance."

"What's that?" Octavia questioned, cautious, as Abby stuck a syringe in a tiny bottle and pulled the lever of the needle.

"This will bring down his fever," Abby assured her. She went to press the needle into Lincoln's arm. At the touch of the point, Lincoln began to thrash around, catching the doctor by surprise who lifted her hands up in defense. "Hold him down!" She exclaimed in demand.

Harley swiftly dropped to her knees, pressing her hands against one kicking leg as Clover went for the other. Bellamy was fast to pressed his hands against Lincoln's upper body, while Octavia gripped onto his arm to keep it steady for the needle. She could feel his leg moving forcibly under her tight grip, and she gritted her teeth, attempting to hold on tighter so he couldn't struggle as much. Lincoln was growling again, loud and coming up roughly from his throat, despite his mouth shut.

Despite Lincoln struggling, Abby managed to puncture his skin with the needle and shoot the medicine into his system. Harley picked her head up, watching as Lincoln's head fell back with a thud and his eyes rolled to the back of his head before fluttering shut. Her clutch loosened and she became alarmed, as did Octavia.

"What's happening?" Octavia asked, seeing Abby's hesitation and becoming much more frantic. "Why isn't it working?!"

"His heart's stopped," Abby responded, moving into the CPR position with her hands over his chest and began to pump. Nyko knelt beside Octavia, watching the procedure closely. Harley pulled her hands away, her mouth gaped open, as she could only hope that his heart would start again. "You're their healer," Abby snapped to Nyko, demanding for his assistance. "Tilt his head back, pull his chin down to open his airway."

Nyko complied, carefully doing what Abby had told him by moving to the other side of Octavia. Abby continued pumping his chest, growing tired from the movements and realizing how useless it was. "Come on.." She panted, pressing again and again, until she finally stopped and pulled away.

Looking down, Harley gazed at Lincoln in sorrow when seeing how still he was. Abby had done what she could, but he wasn't coming back as he did last time. She was beginning to understand, but Octavia was the one who refused to do so. "You're stopping," she noted breathlessly. "What's wrong?"

Regretfully, Abby met Octavia's gaze and shook her head to admit defeat. "I'm sorry. He's gone."

"No!" Octavia cried, pushing her aside and resuming the CPR movement on Lincoln. "It's not possible! You're wrong!" Harley shook her head, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes and feeling despair bubbling up in her chest.

The others stood up, surrendering on helping Lincoln and watching with pity as Octavia continued urging Lincoln's heart to start again. All except Harley, who slowly moved over and put her hand on Octavia's bicep gently to stop her desperate movements. "Octavia," she whispered, unsure of what else to say but willing to give anything to bring Lincoln back and help her.

The grieving girl began to sob, trembling. "Come back.." She cried brokenly, her fingers curling to clutch at Lincoln's shirt shakily.

"Come on," Harley said softly, putting her free hand over Octavia's. Her hand was smaller, her palm set over the top of Octavia's shaking one as she tried to direct her away. She didn't notice there were tears streaming down her cheeks until Octavia cried louder, but she didn't move to wipe them away, unable to pull herself from the solace touching.

Suddenly, the latch door flung open again. Harley hesitated before looking over her shoulder, still enfolded on Octavia to see that it was Clarke approaching them with a few grounders crawling up after her. The last person to make their way up the ladder was a female grounder not much older than herself, one with braided long hair and dark face paint that framed a sculpted jaw. She was very intimidating, and despite the anguish Harley's heart felt, she was threatened just by the appearance.

A dark skinned woman who was equally as terrifying but much more built shared a nod with the other, before she let out a threatening snarl. "I'll kill them all."

Before Harley could blink, the lady was unsheathing two swords. At the same time, Bellamy whirled around with a gun, forcing the other grounders to pull out their own weapons. Harley ducked, watching with wide eyes as Clover stood in front of her and Octavia with a handgun pointed to the back of a grounder's head. She moved the hand on Octavia's arm to her back as she fell forward, laying on Lincoln's chest, but was unable to tear her eyes away from the frozen scene. Harley didn't want anyone to die, grounder or not.

It was as if nobody had known what to do, all eyeing each other with different weapons and panting heavily before Clarke spoke up, begging the on guard woman that Harley was first frightened of. "Please. You don't have to do this."

"You lied," she accused lowly and venomously. "And you're out of time."

All of a sudden, Abby flew into action, moving to Lincoln's side very fast and flickering the electric baton she held on before pressing the tip onto his chest. Harley pulled Octavia back before she was shocked too, watching unsurely as Abby pulled away.

Realizing that Abby was in the right mind, Clarke spoke up. "Hit him again!"

Abby did so, the shocking baton pressed onto Lincoln's chest again but this time Harley could hear him gasp for air as his eyes flew open. Her breath hitched, letting go of Octavia so she could get closer. "Lincoln.." Octavia whispered, cupping his face.

Harley didn't care if everyone lowered their weapons or not, instead, a smile arose on her face when hearing him speak for the first time since they found him. He was alive.

        "Octavia.."