There was a cold feeling on numbness coursing through Harley's core, one she wasn't always familiar with. She felt nothing at all, and that alone, was the worst one of them all. She couldn't talk, let alone smile. It was like every ounce of happiness that she had, which had always been a lot, was sucked away. The world wasn't full of sunshine and better days for them. It only took a few loved ones deaths for Harley to realize that. The fact hit her harder as she trudged through the mud, head low and tear stained red cheeks, following the others to Lincoln's cave.

Harley clearly remembered her first run in with Lincoln hadn't been so pleasant. After they invaded his cave on a search for Octavia, he out of fear stabbed Finn in the chest. Then she had to witness him being tortured. Soon after, there was talks about peace when she went to his cave. But the peace was supposed to last. Lincoln did not.

It hasn't stopped raining, despite lighting up a bit. It's only a light sprinkle and not hard enough for Harley's clothes to damp uncomfortably, but her hair is wet, sticking to her skin. The group's entire journey is full of nothing but a heavy silence, except for a few occasional sniffles. As they approach the wide opening of the cave, Harley's boots leave mud and start crunching as she slowly walks over rocks.

Harper and Miller, guns held up, entered first. Harley followed after, hearing a clink of chains, and lifting her head. Bellamy is the cause of it, rising to his feet and studying the dull expressions plastered on their faces. She swallows the lump in her throat, tearing her eyes away from his and stepping to the side. The surviving prisoners, Sinclair and Kane enter, before finally, Octavia.

Observing Bellamy again as he stared outside, waiting, Harley watched as his expression turns into a mix of confusion and distress when coming to the realization that no one else was there. "Where's Lincoln?" He questioned, staring to the back of his sister's head.

Shaking her head, Harley reaches up, brushing the stray wet hairs off her forehead. She feels sick of the mention of his name. Octavia rips off her jacket, exposing her grounder shoulder tattoo as she sucked in a deep breath before replying. "Pike put a bullet in his brain." Her tone is cold, but Harley saw the way her head bows and she fights back sobs, her body trembling.

Shocked by the newfound loss, Bellamy took a hesitant step forward to her. "O..." He whispers. "O, I am so sorry-"

No one sees it coming. One second is full of Bellamy apologizing, and the next, he's being cut off by Octavia whirling around and punching her brother hard across the face. Harley's jaw drops at the action, letting out a stunned cry of her name. "Octavia!" Bellamy may have been at fault, but this wasn't how you grieve.

But Octavia doesn't flinch at her name. She stared down angrily at her brother, panting, as he slowly looked back up. As soon as their eyes meet, she hits him. Harley tearfully watches as she does it for a third time, nearly knocking Bellamy over, but he doesn't fight back or try to defend himself. Instead, when Kane steps forward and says; "Octavia, that's enough", Bellamy denies him.

"Kane." With a broken voice, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, Bellamy gasps out, "Stay out of it." Kane frowned at his demand, but he backed down. He thought he deserved this, Harley figured. He truly thought he deserved to be beaten by his sister for Lincoln's death.

It sets Octavia off, as if she knew it too. She struck him in the face again before delivering a harsh punching to his chest. Bellamy grunts and gasps in pain, bending over. She hit him again before gripping his hair and slamming her knee into his face. Harley hears a crack that makes her wince harsher than any of the other punches. She wants to intervene, but she couldn't feel as if this was her place to do so. She covers her mouth, left despair, witnessing the siblings.

Bellamy nearly falls to his side as Octavia hits him twice more. Miller shakes his head, making an attempt to stop it. "Okay, stop," he demanded. "Enough." The second he touches her arm, she shoves him harshly, sending him stumbling into Bryan. Harley shakes her head, unable to process Octavia's outburst of grief. This was more than horrible.

"Miller." Bellamy spits out blood. Harley could see just how bloody his face was, nearly choking on it. "Let her go."

Painfully, Octavia wailed a scream as she punched him again and again. This time, Bellamy could take no more and is knocked down from the impact. Harley hopes it's the end, holding back tears as she listened to Octavia's sobs. She waited until Bellamy rolled over and was meeting her gaze. She calmed down, her cries dropping to tiny whimpers until nothing. Octavia straightened, bruises fists clenched and darkness clouding her face before making her final statement.

"You're dead to me."

The way Octavia said it, so coldly yet completely serious, had sent goosebumps crawling up Harley's arms. She shivered, tearing her eyes away from Bellamy's defeated, bloody, expression as he broke down from the pure hatred. There was no regret, it was written all over her face, that Octavia hated her brother.

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A poorly lit fire kept Lincoln's cave warm. The group, excluding a beaten Bellamy, circled around it. Harley sat with her knees pulled to her chest, her arms enclosed around them to try and keep herself stitched together. Lincoln was still dead, Commander Lexa was as well and a new Commander had risen, and here, she had witnessed the dark side to Octavia emerging. The mourning girl was on her left, sharpening her sword with the same sharply cold look. Harley brought her hand up, sniffling as she rubbed her nose before focusing her attention back on the discussion on where to go from where they were now.

"I say we run two men patrols around the clock starting now," Bryan proposed.

"We'll do that," Kane replied in agreement. "But we should be safe here."

"But are we safe from the blockade?" Bryan retorted, referring to the barrier made by the grounders after Pike's massacre.

Kane paused before nodding. "As long as we stay on this side of the line, we should be."

"They're grounders," Bryan argued. "You really think they're gonna play by the rules?" Octavia says nothing, but the dark deadly glare Harley sees that she shoots him is enough.

Nudging his boyfriend, Miller reassured him. "Hey, Pike will want you dead now too. We take him out, we can go home." The side of Harley's mouth twitched into the tiniest smile at the thought. She adored the idea of being back there, when everything was better. When many people were still alive and she hadn't lost her view of optimism.

"We take him out, then the grounders lift the blockade," Harper added.

"That's right," Kane said. "We become the thirteenth clan again. Those were the terms."

"Lexa's terms," Sinclair corrected. "If what Bellamy said is true, and she's dead, how do we know the next commander will honor them?" He was right, Harley realized, that alone making her smile drop. They didn't know anything about this new commander, and the way they would choose to lead. They could be like Lexa, or much worse. Harley wanted to shut her eyes and imagine they weren't possibly on the edge of war again.

Kane sighed shortly before saying like it was simple; "One problem at a time." To dismiss the potential future.

"What about Clarke?" Miller suddenly pointed out. "With Lexa gone, she's not safe in Polis."

Stabbing her sword into the ground, Octavia's eyes flickered upwards. "Clarke made a choice," she declared. "The only thing that matters now is killing Pike."

Harley straightened up. "What matters now is bringing peace back between us and the grounders," she countered.

Octavia's hand tightened around the handle of her sword but Kane held up a hand, speaking before her. "You're both right," he stated calmly. "But once we resume our place in the commander's coalition, Clarke will be safe." He looked from each member of the group. "So how do we do it?"

A silence fell over them. Harley knew no one could spew out any plan. This was like saving Kane, Sinclair and Lincoln. The plan they would make would have to be thought over carefully; they can't have another repeat. Harley's held her face in her hands, running them downwards. Her head began to ache with not only endless whirring thoughts but a painful grief as well. This was a tired feeling like she's never felt before.

Suddenly, a radio to their side let out a few static sounds before a young, familiar voice fills their quietness. "Bellamy, come in. I'm in trouble." Harley's head snapped to the side, recognizing it immediately. Monty. "Please say you still have your radio."

Harley was near ready to jump up and grab the radio, but Kane held a hand up to stop them all with a well point. "If we respond and Pike's listening - "

From behind them, Bellamy cut Kane off with a dull tone. "Go to channel seven." Harley hesitantly looked his way with the others, waiting. "Please say you still have your radio," he repeated. "That's seven words after the word trouble. It's code, go to seven," he explained. It's quiet as they mull over their options. Bellamy could be telling the truth, but then again, he might not.

Hesitating, Kane finally caved and nodded to Sinclair. The engineer picked up the radio, turning the knob before handing it to Kane. "Bellamy, are you there?" Monty's words flooded out of the speaker. Harley looked from Bellamy to the radio, trying to be glad that he was at least telling the truth this time.

"Monty, it's Kane. What's wrong?" Kane asked.

"Pike knows that I helped you get out." Monty sounded so fearful as he talked, it had Harley stiffening with wide eyes. He was in as much trouble as them, if not more.

"Can you get to the dropship?" Kane questioned.

Monty hesitated, the static dense before answering; "I think so."

"Good. Go there," Kane instructed. "I'll bring you in. Stay off the radio. Over now."

As Kane rose to his feet, Harper interrupted him with a concerned look. "Hold on, what if it's a trap and Pike's waiting?"

Determined to help Monty, Harley pushed herself to her feet. "Call me naive, but Monty helped us back there. We made it out because of him," she insisted hopefully. "We have to help him."

"I'm going alone," Kane said firmly.

"Like hell you are," Octavia snapped, sheathing her sword as she stood to join.

"I'm with Octavia." Harley held her ground, holding onto the fact that Monty saved their lives as she spoke genuinely. "I need to save my friend. I'm coming too."

Kane picked his gun up off the ground, giving them a stern look. "No, you're not," he protested. "If it is a trap, I'm not marching our entire insurgency into it."

Tugging on her jacket, Octavia pulled her long hair out of the collar. "To stop me, you're gonna have to kill me."

Bellamy watched the pair stand their ground, catching on to the real reason that Octavia had wanted to tag along. "She hopes it's a trap," he informed the others.

Octavia's lower lip curled as she glared at Bellamy over her shoulder. Even if he was right, she had reasons too want it to be. "He's coming too," she decided, jutting her chin in Bellamy's direction. "We need a hostage to trade for Monty."

"That's a good plan," Kane commented before speaking to Miller. "He stays chained. Gag him."

Miller seemed taken back by the order. "Sir, with all due respect - "

"He's the enemy," Kane reminded him. "Do what I said."

As Harley listened to the clanking of Bellamy's chains as they exited the cage once he was properly gagged, she lowered her hand, pressing it against her holster. Keeping it there, Harley followed Octavia, Kane, and their prisoner to the unknown outside. She remembered when she didn't have to carry one, and she especially remembered a time when she didn't feel safer being armed.