Hey everyone. So, this is my first fanfic of the 100. My favorite persons in this show I definitely Jasper and Monty. I loved the scene in coup de grĂ¢ce, where they hugged. So adorable. Thai story has a trace of Bellamy/Clarke, but focuses most on the Jasper/Monty friendship. Enjoy. Please review, favorite, follow and check out my other stories.
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No POV.
No one blamed him. Yesterday, Jasper shot three mountain men. He had a few good reasons. Clarke, Bellamy, Monty and Octavia was almost killed by them. But of course, it had its consequences. Jasper, Monty, Bellamy and Clarke were walking through the forest when an arrow hit a tree a few inches from Bellamy's head.
"Run." Clarke yelled, grabbing Bellamy's wrist and running. Of course they had a few weapons, but no one knew how many men there were. Suddenly. There were men all around them. They were surrounded.
"Should we pull our weapons." Monty asked a bit confused.
"Yes." Clark stated. All four of them pulled their knives. There were too many mountain men, however. It was like time stood still as a mountain man pulled a gun, aiming at Jasper's turned back, and Monty stepped in front of him in the last second. The bullet hit Monty in the stomach and he fell to his knees, crying out in pain.
"Jasper. Get him back to the camp. We'll be fine." Bellamy yelled. Jasper swung Monty's left arm over his shoulder and started running. They met a few mountain men on the way, but Jasper dealt with them, even without loosening his grip on Monty. As they reached camp, Monty had lost a lot of blood. Jasper tried hard not to think about the fact that it was his fault. If he had just seen what happened, Monty wouldn't have had to save him.
The medics came and took Monty away, giving jasper a minute to let all the blame hit him at once. He walked outside into the woods. He sat down, his back against a tree, crying. What if Monty died. He was like a brother to him, a best friend. How could anything take that bond away. About 30 minutes later, Clarke and Bellamy came running. Both were okay, except for a small wound on Bellamy's upper arm.
"How is he." Clarke asked.
"I don't know." Jasper said, trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible, but failing. Clarke put her hand reassuring on his shoulder before giving him an encouraging smile. Bellamy started to walk away, calling for Clarke to follow him. Meanwhile, Jasper was forming a plan in his head. He woved to get back at the man who did this to his best friend.
