Abby's gentle hands pressed on the bone of Harley's nose. They were cold, but she didn't flinch, letting her firmly pinch it to put pressure on it. It hadn't stopped bleeding yet, and the doctor had done her best to be sure it would stop from the elbow jab she had received. She had wanted to hop off the stretcher and leave, but remained still as Abby pulled away. Lincoln was on the other side of her, his head hung low. Harley winced when she looked at the stitched wound on the side of his head from the impact of the rock, but he had hardly reacted, instead sitting with a dark and determined face.

Even when Kane, accompanied by Pike, entered the medical bay, Lincoln's expression didn't drop. Instead, he spoke, unfazed. "No," he stated in response to Kane's question. "No charges."

Harley's head tilted and her forehead creased in disappointment. "Lincoln," she said softly, understanding the goodness in his heart, but knowing he deserved justice for having a rock launched at his head for only being a grounder.

"We need to set an example," Kane tried again.

"The man just lost his son, Marcus," Pike interrupted, his arms crossed over his chest. 

Abby pressed a plain cloth to Harley's nose. She held it there, pinching the bone and allowing blood to seep onto it as the doctor spoke pointedly, and correct. "Lincoln didn't do that."

It's quiet from Abby's firing words, leaving Kane unsure of how to convince Lincoln, who clearly wasn't going to change his mind. Harley finally broke it, the cloth still pressed to her nose that had her speaking from her throat. "We don't throw rocks during funerals to grieve." Her dimming blue eyes flickered to Pike. He may not have thrown the rock, but he fired up a crowd of mourning people with a hateful speech. He was just as responsible, and he was defending the man here.

The door to medical slides open, signalling someone's arrival. Harley slowly lowered the cloth, seeing it was Octavia, striding forward and concerned. "What happened?" She breathed out, the conversation being cut short.

Lincoln didn't answer the question, only mumbled quietly; "I said no charges." Knowing he was firm, Harley sighed, bringing the cloth back up and wiping the rest of the smearing blood off her lower face. Nobody was going to be able to change his mind. 

Nodding, Pike dropped his arms and thanked him. As he turned to leave, he nearly ran into a grounder Harley found familiar. She watched him eye the grounder, Nyko, tensely before leaving at last. Abby sighed before reassuringly touching Octavia's arm and referring to Lincoln as she spoke. "He'll be fine." Octavia shortly sighed before stepping around her and to Lincoln. She gasped at the sight of his injury, turning his head to study it, much to his dismay.

Harley turned her head, allowing them a private moment as Nyko approached her. His gentle look and calm energy relaxed her almost immediately in his presence. He noticed the dry blood that had soaked through the cloth. "What happened? Was it your nose?" Nyko questioned, considerate.

"Yes," Harley mumbled, her answer muffled. She let down the cloth once more, showing the stained nose. Nyko's hands lifted and held onto either side of her face, his thumbs moving to the center and pressing onto her bone to see if it had been broken in the contact. "Is it alright?" Harley asked after a moment of him studying her aching injury.

Nyko nodded, lowering his hands. "You are lucky it was not broken. How did it happen?"

Grateful that it at least wasn't broken, Harley wiped away the rest of the blood as it had finally stopped bleeding before responding. "I tried to get through the mob at our Mount Weather memorial and break up a fight... Someone elbowed me in the face." 

Nyko's face softened at the admission. "I am sorry for this." He paused to gesture to her nose. "And for Mount Weather."

Shutting her eyes for a moment, Harley took a deep breath before nodding in appreciation. "Thank you," she said quietly. She was sure Nyko hadn't known about Clover, but it was the kind words that moved her. She sent him one last faint, kind, smile before sliding off the medical stretcher and heading for the exit.

"Hey, Harley!" Octavia called out, having her stop at the exit and turned around briefly. "Are you okay?"

For a moment, Harley was unsure of how to respond. She wasn't sure if she was referring to the rioting event that occurred in which she received a bloody nose, or the fact she was becoming too upset to keep her head lifted and remain positive. Octavia was kind enough to ask, which had meant a lot as it is, so instead Harley nodded back with a faint smile of gratefulness before she finally left.

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Two sounds rang in Harley's ears. Alarms were blaring from different directions, and her legs were pumping, each long step having her bound forward and closer to her destination. Soon, she could hear a professional voice announcing through Arkadia's speakers.

"All Arkadia security personnel, report to the main gate. All Arkadia security personnel, report to the main gate now."

Harley wasn't a guard, much less working in Arkadia's security, but that didn't stop her bolting to follow Octavia outside. The warning was only used when something was they were in serious conditions, such as being under attack. The thought of being in another war, watching people she knew and cared about died, terrified her to no end. So Harley had a holster wrapped tightly around her waist, and Clover's old handgun that she kept in their room tucked away; the same one she'd sworn she would never use.

Bursting outside had the night's cold air hitting Harley, hard. She shivered despite the jacket draped over her skin, ignoring it as her boots suddenly felt heavy as they came to a stop. People were crowding around what had to have been a fight breaking out. It had her taking a deep breath as she watched Octavia wave her in a motion to continue, forcing Harley to find the strength to keep going.

Pushing her way through the crowd, Harley had to mumble; "excuse me" a few times. Unlike Octavia, who shoved to make more room. Once Harley was out of the crowd, her eyes widened at the sight. Lincoln, the most gentle male and grounder that Harley had ever known, had someone in a choke hold with a knife pressed to their throat. While she was surprised by Lincoln's hostile actions, she was more taken back by Bellamy and Pike in front of a few armed civilians. 

Octavia was on the other side of Lincoln in a minute. She stared at her brother, suddenly disgusted and snarling. "What is wrong with you?" Harley felt uneasy, watching the way Bellamy's head lowered, almost as if he couldn't meet Octavia's eyes, completely shameful.

"Bellamy," Harley let out a soft whisper. "What are you doing?" She didn't trust him at first when they landed on Earth; he was arrogant and rude, had even believed killing innocent people. But she learned underneath the armor, Bellamy deeply cared for all of the delinquents and his people. If he believed what he was doing was right, then why couldn't he face Octavia or Harley?

If Bellamy could face his shame and answer Harley, he wasn't given a chance, as soon the guards were driving their way forcefully through the swarm of people. Their guns were held up, pointed forward in warning, and the others soon held theirs up as well. As if sensing this state could become worse quicker, Pike held his hand up in signal. "Calm down, people!" He called out through the muffled shouts. "Farm Station, guns on the ground. On the ground." He lowered his gun in defense until it was on the ground.

One by one, each member of Farm Station complied in surrender by dropping their guns and holding their hands up. Harley was astonished to see even Bellamy do so, even though the way his jaw clenched showed he hadn't liked it. She wanted to shout - demand to know what was going on in his head that he thought this was right. To shoot down grounders who hadn't made a move to attack, because one man was convinced they were a threat. 

"Lincoln!" Kane's deep and commanding voice boomed across Arkadia's field. Harley turned her head to see people stand aside, making a path for Kane and Abby who stormed forward together towards them. His voice turned calmer quickly when addressing Lincoln, closer this time. "It's alright. Let him go."

Lincoln released the male he had a hold on, shoving him away. Harley watched for a moment as he stumbled away, possibly glad to be alive before stepping to the other side of Lincoln and gingerly touching the sleeve of his guard's jacket. "Are you alright?" She checked. Pike and Bellamy's group were after grounders, and she knew Lincoln would do anything to keep his people safe. It was reasonable after all and Harley felt relieved to see him nod back.

A dark look passed over Abby's face as she narrowed her eyes to Pike with her hands on her hips. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded.

"What you didn't have the guts to," Pike retorted. Thinking back to his speech at the memorial had Harley shaking her head in disbelief. This wasn't right.

Kane stepped towards Bellamy, his voice hushed and disappointed. "Did you arm these people?" Bellamy didn't answer.

"Guards," Abby announced, not breaking her stare with Pike. "Take them to lockup now."

The command had the guards moving immediately to arrest Farm Station. Harley hated that she was relieved to see their arms cuffed behind their backs, but she couldn't stop it. At least in lockup they couldn't hurt anyone. Yet she was shocked to hear some observing scoff, disagreeing with the order. Abby ignored it, instead calling over the audience. "Everybody back to your quarters, it's over!"

"Nothing is over," Pike snapped hatefully. The arresting officer stopped as Pike continued to argue. "We are surrounded by warriors who want us dead!" Harley grew frustrated, realizing she did trust her instinct here. Everything Pike was preaching was ignorant and cruel.

"That's enough," Kane warned.

"No, it isn't," Pike challenged. "Not even close. Why don't you show us all what you let the grounders do to you yesterday?" Harley could see the way Kane stiffened at the mention of the symbol permanently on his arm from the summit. "Come on, Kane," he urged him. "I think that the people who are about to vote for you have a right to know."

Unafraid, Kane rolled his sleeve up to his elbow and held up his arm, suddenly fearless. Harley could see the mark clearly now, a circle with entwined lines curving through it. "It's the mark of the commander's coalition," he broadcasted. "It means we are the thirteenth clan. It means we are in this fight together."

"How it should be," Harley whispered quietly, her declaration only heard by Lincoln and Octavia who she didn't doubt agreed.

Pike did disagree. "No," he insisted sharply. "It's what farmers used to do to their livestock!"

"Right before the slaughterhouse!" Hannah pitched in loudly. Surrounding them, people started agreeing, one even putting 'Pike' and 'Chancellor' in the same sentence, leaving Harley's jaw to drop.

The male that Lincoln had hostage leaned forward to speak to Pike. "Sir, you should be on the ballot tomorrow."

"What - " Incredulous, Harley took a step forward, ready to intervene, but Lincoln's large hand rested on her shoulder and pulled her back. She looked over to see him silently shaking his head. She knew he was right, and she shouldn't intervene, but she couldn't settle down from the outbursts.

"That's enough," Abby tried to dismiss the statements being made. "Take him away."

As the guard who cuffed Pike, who seemed too pleased by this for Harley's liking, tugged him away, Bellamy was the next to blurt in a repetitive chant. "Pike! Pike! Pike!" The genuine seriousness in Bellamy's tone had Harley stare at the back of his head with a horrified expression.

More joined in Bellamy's chant until it's nearly everyone except Harley, Octavia, Lincoln, Abby and Kane is doing so. "Pike! Pike! Pike! Pike!"

Powerless, Harley watched as the cruel members of Farm Station had been hauled to lockup. This wasn't supposed to happen, she thought. The election can't end with Pike ending up as chancellor, otherwise, there will be no turning back from the future and oncoming war he would be bound to bring.