Mack sighed, taking in the world before her. In the span of 24 hours she had gone from living her life in grey to this. This beautiful expanse of greens, blues, browns. Everything was so vibrant she barely felt worthy of seeing it.

She had only been in the skybox for a year, long enough to turn 17, long enough to break up with her long time boyfriend, long enough to grow bitter at the circumstances that lead to her arrest.

One thing she had no complaints about however, was her cellmate, who just so happened to be her childhood friend Rodrigo Mesa.

So there they stood, hand in hand, taking in Earth.

"Never thought we'd see this in person, Rod," she said, her breathy voice barely above a whisper.

He squeezed her hand as his only response. The olive skinned boy looked at his best friend, wishing that she knew she was just as exhilarating as the sight before them, but, as always, not wanting to risk their friendship.

The delinquents around them barely fazed Mack. She knew they'd have to start working to make shelter, get food and water, and decide on leaders soon enough, but she felt no need to be the one to instigate it.

However, it seemed the leaders were already working themselves out. Mack and Rod were far enough from the group to not hear what was being discussed, but she clearly recognized Bellamy and a blonde girl, along with Wells Jaha fighting over something.

She had to fight the surge of rage she felt seeing the man, clad in the familiar guard get up.

"Come on, let see if we can't set up a tent for ourselves," Mack said dreamily to her closest friend.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan, Macka," and with that the two separated, already knowing who was going to do what. Rod set out for tarp in the dropship, while Mack made her way to the outskirts of the clearing in search of some sturdy sticks to hold up their tent.

A group had set off already, apparently looking for food at some mountain Mack had heard while eavesdropping on some kids. She spared a glance at Bellamy, who was staring into the woods.

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Mack continued her search until she was satisfied with her bounty, when she felt the presence of her friend.

"Things are getting pretty crazy, huh?" He asked her.

"Yeah, seems like it. Now be useful and pass me that rope. I'll set the foundation, you get the tarp on there once I'm done."

"Aye, aye cap'n"

Another eye roll and thirty minutes later, and the pair had built their new home. It wasn't much, and there was nothing for them to make beds with, but it would do.

Side by side the pair walked to a fire where the others were gathering. Bellamy and Wells were arguing about the wristbands all the delinquents had, which ultimately ended in a loud chant of "Whatever the hell we want!" Surely to be heard for miles.

Mack just couldn't stop glaring at the freckled boy. In truth he probably hadn't earned her hatred, but that wasn't going to stop her from feeling it. As the sky opened up with rain he scanned the crowd and found the familiar red head with regret in his eyes.

"Come on Rod, I can't take this dick measuring contest any more," she growled when she noticed the soft, sad look in Bellamy's eye. Her quiet friend just nodded and followed her back to their tent.

This was how their friendship had always been, Rodrigo was always a quiet boy. When they had met in school Mack had noticed him sitting by himself with a lonely look in his eye and had basically informed him that they were now friends. He was just happy to have a friend, he didn't mind her bossy, yet lazy ways.

"I saw the look Bellamy was giving you, Mack. He seems sorry," he tested the waters.

"Sorry won't fix the fucked up shit that happened. And he's got some nerve to feel any kind of way at all," Bellamy Blake could burn in Hell for all she cared.