Harley's fingers danced through the paper thin deck of cards as she shuffled them riffle styles, her thumbs flicking the tops down on top of one another. She had always loved playing cards, as it was the only object in her cell room besides a cot. The specific deck had been her most prized possession, holding onto it, knowing that Murphy had swiped them with the notion that it would make Harley happy after losing her first deck in the big ring of fire from the dropship. She stood suddenly, her ears perking at the shouts coming from just outside.

Trying to move as quick as possible, Harley was shoving her cards in the small box while standing up and pushing the chair back. It wasn't often that sounds like this were heard, if ever. It had been peaceful for the longest time, as much as it could be anyways. But it still had Harley dashing out of her room and down Arkadia's hall. Her heart was racing, unsure of what could be outside waiting, but if it involved her friends, she had to be there.

The hot ball of sun hit Harley's skin as soon as her boots hit the ground, enveloping her into a warmth. She remembered feeling the same way when the dropship's door opened, scared and excited all at once, in what had seemed like forever ago. Except this time, Harley was used to being on Earth and she was worried for her friends wellbeing. A part of her thought that maybe they found Murphy, and he was hurt. She hoped for it, but it left her disappointed when she didn't see him anywhere in the distance.

"Jasper's hurt!" Octavia's voice echoed, sounding distressed. Confused, Harley ran quicker, seeing Abby get to where Octavia had Jasper propped against a wall. When she was close enough, she could see a thin white cloth almost soaked in blood wrapped around an injury on his neck.

"What happened?" Abby asked, her hands gently touching the wrap. Jasper flinched at the touch, trying to remain still as she peeked at the wound.

"Ice Nation," Octavia responded like it was simple. Harley's breath hitched in her throat at the answer. She knew they were a clan, one that was different than most grounders, especially the ones she met. They were much more ruthless and cold, the only people she could no longer be blind to see as a threat.

As Abby ordered Jackson to take Jasper to medical, before turning to Raven and ask about Clarke, Harley focused on Octavia. "What did they do to you all?" She questioned, worried that there was more than just Jasper's injury. She didn't see a few who she knew that left.

"It was just Jasper," Octavia assured her. "He was - well, I don't know. They tried to slit his throat," she tried to explain. Harley could tell it wasn't easy to put what happened into words, so she nodded, showing she understood. She was just glad he was alright for now. Octavia suddenly looked up, a hard look enhancing her sharp features as her eyes flickered past Harley before speaking coldly. "Os oukou." (Nick jacket.)

Harley turned her head, seeing Lincoln a few feet away with the Spacekru guard's jacket that she had given him not too long ago. She sensed a tenseness between them, but couldn't tell why it was such a big deal that he was wearing their jacket. He was still the nicest grounder Harley had ever known, and wearing a guard's jacket with their symbol wouldn't erase who Lincoln was.

Clearing her throat, Octavia lifted her chin to Raven and the horse she was upon. "You want me to take 'em?" She offered, grasping her own horses chain.

Raven shook her head, declining. "Uh, it's okay," she answered, sounding uncertain with even herself as she patted her animal. "I'll bring her in." Octavia nodded, tugging her horse's leash to follow her to the stable, where they kept the animals.

Remembering the people missing, including Bellamy, Monty and Clover, a switch went off in Harley's head. "Oh, wait!" She called out to Octavia, slowly running to keep up with her pace. "Where are the others? Why did you guys split up?" She interrogated, assuming that they were fine, as Octavia would have already delivered the bad news if they weren't.

Octavia turned her head to acknowledge the bright girl beside her while guiding her horse along with them. "They found a tracker beacon in Ice Nation territory, for Farm Station," she responded.

At the mention of Farm Station, Harley's face lit up. When The Ark crash landed on Earth, Farm Station was presumed to have exploded with no survivors. It was not only Monty's home in space, but also Clover's, and she knew it meant a lot to them both. She was glad they chose to follow it. "Really?" She spoke, attempting to keep the excitement contained. After three months with no words through radio, it was too easy to assume the worst. "That's great!"

Octavia gave her a timid smile as they approached the stable. She guided her horse into one of the openings, tying the leash. "Kane ordered Bellamy to meet him in Sector Four, he had Clover and Monty go with them," she finished. "He didn't say what about. They should be back in a few hours."

Nodding, Harley leaned against the old wood, feeling it creak as she watched the other for a moment. She nervously played with her thumbs for a moment, unsure of how to put the words together. Usually Clover was the one who would break the news that Murphy was still not found, and it was clear he still wasn't or else she'd have been told already, but hearing the words were more comforting than anything. "And, um... Murphy?" Harley finally asked hesitantly. knowing the answer, but wanting to hear something different. She also knew she was the only one who referred to him by his first name, as everyone else called him Murphy.

There was hesitation as Octavia patted down Helios before her dark green eyes flickered up, meeting Harley's hopeful light blue ones. She swallowed thickly, not wanting to be the reason that the dimmed the gleam, but Harley deserved an answer. She shook her head. "No. I'm sorry," she apologized.

Even though it was expected, Harley still felt the disappointment hit her with a bunch of rocks. She tapped the wood with the tip of her fingers, doing her best to hide it with a masked smile. "Don't apologize," she replied dismissively. "Thank you for keeping an eye out." Even if nobody liked Murphy, it meant the world to Harley that they thought of her and knew her seeing her brother, alive, would make her happy.

That is, if he somehow is alive.

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The longest Harley spent in Mount Weather was just a few hours. She couldn't imagine what Bellamy, who pulled the switch with Clarke, felt like after spending so long with them and assuring them all they'd be okay. Even Monty managed to disguise his hurt as well as Bellamy did, and he was there the longest. Harley couldn't forget the faces of people she's seen burning, and she knew Jasper felt the same. He just wasn't as good as hiding it as the others around him were.

While Mount Weather's death was a tragedy, there were some decisions her people made that Harley couldn't agree with. It was one plan to bring back their useful supplies, but taking personal items that belonged to real people was wrong. That was Harley's first thought when cautiously entering Arkadia's mess hall, watching as the resident moved through the supplies as if they were shopping. It was unbelievably disrespectful. At a loss of words, she could only sit and observe.

Gina was organizing some of the stock, Raven seated across from her with a drink that she'd sip out of every so often. Gina paused, her sleeves rolled up as she sent a gaze towards Harley. "You're very good at that," she commented with a slight grin.

Harley's hand motions came to a pause, stopping the card game she was in the middle of. It was something she learned in her time in the Sky Box, locked in a cell with nothing but a deck to entertain her. She gave her a smile back. "I had a lot of time to learn," she said, speaking her thoughts. "Being a delinquent wasn't fun." Gina laughed, shaking her head in amusement but growing silent to focus once more as they were approached.

A tall boy moved by slowly, as if he was walking on eggshells. A quick glance up told Harley when recognizing him that he was Macallan, not too much older than herself. He was handsome, with a kind smile that he wasn't sporting at the moment and soft brown eyes. She looked away, sending her attention back to her single card game, and missing the way his hand swiped at the pile of jewelry and picking up a gold bracelet.

Before Macallan could make his getaway, Raven set her cup down and grabbed his lower arm. "Not so fast." The words had Harley lifting her head at once. She could see he was stunned, frozen, as Gina leaned over the counter.

"I say we float him," Gina suggested, no seriousness in her tone.

"Did you steal that for someone?" Harley cut in, curious and in slight awe. Macallan's mouth opened but no words came out, clearly uncomfortable by the three females cornering him. But she hadn't noticed, instead tilting her head and smiling widely and taking his silence as a confirmation to her question. "Oh, that's so sweet!"

A faint, red blush crept up Macallan's neck as he stared at them wide-eyed, finally finding the right words. "Come on," he stammered. "What do you want for it?"

"One song," Raven offered simply.

Very relieved and nodding, Macallan pocketed the bracelet. "Done," he agreed before walking off. He disappeared into the crowd of sky people, but soon Harley heard a piano being played beautifully. She smiled when a male's singing voice joined it, soft but equally nice. "Day, after day... I will walk and I will say..."

A warm feeling spread through Harley as she listened, and for a moment, everything was alright. She didn't feel as if she was there, surrounded by the ghosts of belongings from Mount Weather. She hadn't even felt guilty or repulsed, and for once, it felt nice. It was different to not get caught up in memories, or thinking about Murphy's whereabouts. Harley was here, and for right now, she supposed that would have to be enough as she let herself get lost in the music.

"You know you've got my sympathy, so do shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me..."

The doors to the mess hall swung open with a loud bang that made Harley snap out of the soft daze she had allowed herself to be in. Jasper was the source of it, standing there with wide eyes and a horrified expression. Harley could see the bandage Abby used around his neck, and she wondered why he was released from medical while still in clear bad shape. Now, that he was here, observing as the residents of Arkadia moved through Mount Weather's belongings, Jasper looked panicked and furious all at once.

"Shoot," Harley mumbled under her breath, stumbling to collect her cards and pause her game. Raven managed to move first, fast, despite the limp and heavy brace to calm Jasper down before he did something stupid.

"Day, after day, I get angry..."

"These belong to people," Jasper furiously declared, loud, and disgusted as he held up some clothing. He whirled around, pointing to Macallan. "So did that piano!" Before Harley could blink, Jasper was suddenly lurching forward, shouting. "A bunch of grave robbers!"

"No! Jasper!" Harley exclaimed, her voice breaking. She was running forward, desperate to stop him. Somehow, Jasper had tackled Macallan to the ground and tried to keep him pinned. She pushed her way through the crowd that had been drawn in, just in time to see Macallan throw him off and punch him in the jaw.

"No more!" Harley shouted again, her tiny voice arising at the desperation. Fighting wasn't the solution, violence wasn't a problem solver.

In seconds, Jasper was pulled back before he could retaliate violently by a burly man and held restrained. Raven had ended up in the middle, holding both her hands out in warning to stop the pair. Abby, who had witnessed the fight long enough, stormed beside Harley. Her voice was louder than the other's, and much more stern. "Enough!"

Harley watched as the two males, panting, but visibly calming down looked everywhere but at each other. She shook her head, distressed and sickened, but refusing to let them think for a moment everything was alright.