Copyright: I do not own The 100, nor the characters in this story. (At this point I have not added any of my own characters yet.)

Further notice/copyright thing: I was inspired by another author on here, who is writing an amazing story about Clarke and Lexa. My story may tie into hers eventually/hopefully (my fingers are crossed) if she wants, although I intend for this to still be readable and enjoyable in its own right. IF this happens, then I do not lay claim to any of her ideas or characters, though they make pop into this story.

Note 1: This story will be getting quite a bit darker as time goes on. This is the first time in quite a while that I have written this genre of story, and this is is the first time I've ever submitted any of my writing to anywhere.

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Intro-Jasper

For the rest of that day, time seemed to stand still, upon entering the gates of Camp Jaha.

Around me, I saw the others: from Monty, who was a brother to me, to Bellamy, who had been the likely the least affected by the events of today. After returning, in the brief time before dinner, I saw Monty, Harper and all the others, and unsure of what I could do to help any of them. I saw Miller, at last reunited with his father, both of them mourning the tragedy that had just befallen, silently relieved to be reunited and that they were both among the living.

The camp as a whole was eerily silent, broken only by the sounds of weeping and sadness. As the came time for dinner, an announcement was made over the intercom of the whole camp, being that we would soon need to get more food, due to the approaching winter, which came from Marcus Kane.

Curious why it was not the Chancellor who had made the announcement, I made a point to run into him on my way to the bar section, which doubled as the mess hall.

"Kane?" I asked, as I walked over towards him.

"It's Jasper, right? Jasper Jordan?" he asked, after taking a long sip from what I guessed was alcohol. There was a hardness in his eyes, which was less effective at hiding his sorrow, now that he was drinking.

"Yes, sir. I was wondering where the chancellor was," I asked.

"She hasn't left her room since returning. I tried to talk to her, but she hasn't been…overly communicative, shall we say." I nodded my head and went to return to my bed, when a familiar voice at one of the tables called me.

"Jasper," Monty called again. I turned to him while I put on as much of a smile as I could manage. While I got dinner, I realized that this must be like what it feels like to be one of those zombies from the old movies.

After getting myself a bowl full of re-hydrated broccoli soup, I turned to go sit by Monty, and saw that Monty had been joined by Harper and Miller. All eating together, my friends seeming to find some consolation with each other, even in their silence. Monty himself looked notably more at ease than he was earlier.

I decided to head over to a table next to the door, a ways away from them all, as I did not have it in me right now to face all three of them.

Maybe I just need some time alone.

At one point while I was eating my soup, Monty came over, and sat across from me, and began talking to me. I knew him well enough to smile when he mentioned something he was trying to cheer me up with. He has always had this tell, when he's trying to make me feel better, where his eyes seem to turn the slightest bit. I had no idea what he was saying. I wanted to be alone.

I couldn't even deal with Monty right now.

"Monty, I have to go," I said, as I threw out my half-eaten dinner, I heard him respond but what words he actually said sounded foreign and distant. I left the mess hall, and began walking back to my bed. I just wanted to sleep. In the morning, I'll put my head on straight again. Today has been hell.


Intro-Monty

As I watched my best friend leave the mess hall, I returned to my friends. Harper and Miller looked to me, with faces of sympathy.

"He needs time." Miller offered, as he clapped me on the back with his hand.

"Not exactly a factor that we have going in our favor," Harper replied, while remaining silent, I got up and took a glass from the bar and returned.

"Monty." Miller said, "You did what needed to be done. Cage would have killed all of us, if you had not done it."

"Monty, look at me," Harper softly commanded. As I did, she began again, "Even if Jasper had killed Cage, as he said he was going to, one of the other guards would have taken his place, and continued drilling us for our bone marrow." She leaned in closer to me, while I was still trying to absorb that my best friend, the closest thing I had to a brother, even, had been so hurt by my actions, as she whispered to me. "You saved us all."

If I hadn't been there to hack into their computer, Maya might still be alive.

"I understand, guys." I stated at last, while Harper leaned back into her chair. "Just perhaps the logical right thing to do isn't always the one that makes the people closest to you happy."

"He'll thank you someday, Monty, he just needs some time to realize that you did the only option you saw as available." Miller said. "How were you supposed to know what Jasper was planning?"

"We are two peas in a pod, Miller. We grew up together, we have never been separated before. Jasper and I normally know what the other is thinking, even...he is as close to family as I have left. And I..."

Miller interrupted me as I trailed off into silence. "He was not talking to you anywhere near enough for you to know his thoughts. He was spending most of his time with Maya." He countered. "The others see you as a hero."

After a period of silence, I replied, "I don't want to be a hero." I looked from Harper, to Miller, then back at the glass I was drinking.

With that, I scooted my chair back out, as I stood up, and walked off to my bed, praying to whatever gods or goddesses that existed, that my best friend would recover soon.