Don't save me.

The bomb exploded and flung her backwards. Her world went bright white and then completely black.

She could hear noises, but they were faint under that loud ringing noise.

Was she paralyzed? Why couldn't she move?

Senses started to return to her, she could feel the hot breath of fire, and her nerves were screaming in pain. Everywhere hurt.

Oh god, I'm dying, I'm burning alive.

Clarke's eyes opened and could see the blue sky between the branches and the leaves. She could hear the sounds of screaming and people running, leaves crunching and twigs snapping. She could hear people calling out her name, but they seemed so far away.

She didn't care; she didn't want to get up. She was fine lying here on this ground staring at the sky.

You're in a war, Clarke, GET UP.

No, I can't move.

GET UP.

Clarke turned her head and saw Murphy lying on the ground next to her. His eyes were closed but there was a steady rise and fall of his chest.

Alive, thank god.

A boot stepped into her line of sight. The leg that was attached to the boat was muscular, and had military pants on. She tried to look up to see who it was that belonged the leg, but the sun was blocking their face.

She extended her right arm, reaching for them to help her up. But her arm was slapped away and the next thing she saw was the butt of the gun heading towards her head, and the bright light returned, only for a second.

Then darkness.


"Where is she?" Abby asked, her face pale from fright. She had just gotten her daughter back, where was she?

"They must have taken her, Murphy too" the guard responded, not looking the Chancellor in the eyes.

"What about the others? How many of the kids are missing? Why were they out there?"

Abby's mind was racing; she didn't even hear the guard try to respond to her questions. What was his name? Gregory? Jeff? Why did she care? Where was Clarke?

"…Friends back" the guard finished his sentence and Abby realized he had been talking to her the whole time.

"What? What did you say?" Abby asked, turning her attention to the young guard in front of her. He shifted his weight on his feet and looked her in the eyes.

"She and the other kids were trying to get her friends back from Mount Weather, they had this whole plan, neither I or the other guards knew anything about it, ma'am." he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat, "Bellamy and his sister, uh, Octavia, they knocked me and the other guards out while you were sleeping, they went off on their own…" he shifted his eyes to the ground, Abby's eyes glaring holes into his face

"Where is Bellamy now?" Abby asked, her voice level, but her anger was seething and she thought she might explode at any moment.

"He is at Mount Weather, or around it, Ma'am, trying to find your daughter and Murphy.

"Take me to them".


"Bellamy, what are we doing? She told us not to save her" Bellamy ignored Octavia as he continued to try and find out to best way get into Mount Weather.

"Bellamy, come on, what are you doing? She can get them out, it's Clarke, it was her plan to get captured" Octavia continued, but she saw her brother's face and knew he wasn't going to give up.

"She got hit by that explosion, O, I saw her fly backwards. She could be hurt, she could need our help getting the others out". He ducked under a branch and continued to move around the perimeter of the mountain.

"Fuck, you said Lincoln said there was an entrance over here, didn't you?" His voice rising, he swallowed down his worry.

Stupid princess, stupid plan, stupid.

"Wait, look there, what's that?" Octavia pointed at a small entrance to a cave. It was slightly obscured from sight by tree branches. She turned to look at Lincoln, whose crazed expression didn't lead to any confirmation. He fidgeted with the rope that tied his hands behind his back.

Octavia grabbed his face and made him look at her, "Hey, Lincoln, is this the cave they took you into the mountain through?"

Lincoln's eyes focused and unfocused, he was fighting an internal battle, trying to get back to her, to answer her question. But his eyes went unfocused and dark and he just growled in response and tried to head butt her. Octavia kneed him in the groin and watched him crumple to the ground. "Sorry, I'll fix you, I promise".

Bellamy had already gone into the cave, so Octavia followed after she grabbed Lincoln by the ropes and shoved him in front of her.

"Clarke, hey, Clarke!"

Clarke ached. Everywhere hurt, but especially her arms. Why where they jacked into such a weird angle?

She opened her eyes to take her in her surrounds. She was on the ground, a cement floor, against a cold tiled wall. There were three florescent lights hanging above her, and her arms where tied behind her. She fidgeted to try and get into a more comfortable position only to realize that she was tied to the wall.

"Clarke, hey, you ok?"

She saw Murphy too was tied to the wall, he looked about as bad as she felt. His right eye was almost swollen shut and there was dried blood on his upper lip from what must of come from his broken nose.

"Yeah, I think so, are you?" She asked, taking in the rest of his injuries, he seemed to be mostly in one piece.

"Yeah, so this is Mount Weather?" He asked, he smirked a bit, actually smirked.

"I guess so, I don't remember anything, I was…" She remembered the butt of the gun hitting her in the head, and her head throbbed to confirm that it was true "…getting knocked unconscious"

"Right, so your plan was to get captured, check, now what?" He moved to the right a bit and winced.

"Broken rib?" Clarke asked, looking at how his face contorted in pain when he moved.

"Yeah, they decided to kick me a bit in the side when I was yelling at them not to touch you" he flipped his hair out of his face and winced at the movement.

"Touch me? What did they do to me?" She started to look her self over; she didn't see anything different, no wires, not tubes.

"Just tied you up, but that was a while ago, I assume they're gong to be back soon. They were asking me a bunch of questions about you, about if more were coming. I didn't say anything except that they shouldn't touch you and I got a couple broken ribs for my effort."

"Sorry, Murphy, it was just suppose to be me that they caught, not you too." Her mind started racing, this plan had already gone to shit. How was she going to get out of her with her hands tied up?

The door creaked open and a young officer came in, followed by a second much older one. They shut the door and Clarke heard the door lock with a click.

The young one had dark hair and green eyes, he couldn't be more than 30, but there was no kindness in his eyes and the way he was looking at her made her skin crawl.

"Look who is finally awake, a lot of people were looking for you" he said with a sneer and he placed his hands on his hips and looked Clarke up and down "you don't seem that special to me"

"How about you untie my hands and take me to President Wallace and he can explain to you-"

"Oh, our orders are not from President Wallace" the older guard interrupted, "they're from Cage Wallace, and he does not want his father to know you're here"

Clarke swallowed hard and fear started to rise up in her stomach like acid. She flicked her eyes over to Murphy, who was trying to get free from his ties, his face contorted in pain.

"But first" the young guard continued, "first, we are going to need some information from you. So are you going to be compliant, or are we going to have to make you tell us what we want to know?"

"Please, please, little girl, make our day" The older guard smiled and crossed his arms, putting himself between Clarke and Murphy so she couldn't see him anymore.

Clarke set her face and glared into the eyes of her captor. "I just want to get to my friends and get out of here"

The young guard smiled and his teeth shown bright in the florescent light. "Fantastic"

He swung and his fist hit her on the left side of her face, her neck jerked to the right and she saw stars in her eyes.

"FUCK YOU, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE" Murphy was screaming "OR DO YOU ONLY LIKE BEATING UP GIRLS?"

Clarke could taste blood and her eyes still had spots in front of them.

"Aren't you suppose to ask me a question, before you start hitting me? What is this, armature hour?" She swallowed a mouthful of blood and looked the guard that had hit her in the eyes as she straightened back up.

The young guards face was red with anger, and he started to step forward toward Clarke again and she stiffened to get ready for another hit. But the older guard stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"Where are your others, we know it wasn't just you too, 12 of our men were killed out there, including-" he gestured to the young guard "his brother, so our patience, little one, is very low"

The young guard paced back and forth and was mumbling to himself. Clarke turned her attention back to the older guard that had asked the question.

"Just let me get to my people, and we will leave, you won't have to worry about anymore of us coming here" Clarke's voice was surprisingly level

She saw Murphy still struggling with his ties, keeping his eyes on the pacing guard, rage in every feature of his face.

"We can't let you go to your friends, obviously, we need your friends here, what we don't need is any more of our time wasted" The older guard straightened up and cracked his knuckles. "Now, then, tell me where your others are, we know more ships came down"

Clarke just stared at him. Her mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Ok, then" the older guard turned his attention to Murphy and grabbed him by the neck. Murphy sputtered and gasped, his eyes grew wide and he started at the older guard.

"NOO!" Clarke screamed, tears forming in her eyes "Stop it! Let him GO!"

Murphy's face turned purple from the lack of air and his eyes started to roll back into his head. The guard continued to choke him, not turning to hear Clarke's pleading.

"STOP IT YOU BASTARD, LET HIM GO!"

The guard let go and Murphy slumped against the wall, he coughed and gasped, gulping in the air, his chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes shifted up to the older man, a promise of revenge in his eyes.

The older guard tapped the young one on the shoulder and the two turned to leave. The door closed with a loud bang and the lock clicked.

Tears fell from Clarke's eyes, she turned and looked at Murphy who was still coughing and gasping for air.

"You ok?" she asked, and he nodded in response.

"How's the jaw?" he asked, lifting his head up to look at her.

"It'll heal. I'm so sorry, Murphy" Clarke sniffled tried to stop the tears. "You get tortured by the grounders, and now this" She shook her head.

"Want to see something interesting?" Murphy asked, and Clarke looked at him questioningly

He removed one of his hands from behind his back and waved at her. He wasn't tied up anymore.

Clarke laughed, "What? How?"

"When that dumbass guard choked me he lifted me up and the angle worked for me to get my hand out" he smirked at her. He put his hand back behind him and worked to get his other hand free.

When he was free he crawled quickly over to Clarke and worked quickly to get her hands free. Clarke watched him work, "That must of taken some real restraint to not take your hand out from behind you while he was choking you"

Murphy looked up at her and shrugged, "I knew he wasn't going to kill me, and all that effort would have been for nothing"

"How did you know he wasn't going to kill you?"

"He looked worried," Murphy turned his attention back to the ropes "that man is not a killer"

Clarke felt slack and was able to move her arms from behind her. She wrapped her arms around Murphy's neck and he wrapped his arms around her back. They sat like that for a while.

When Clarke let go, Murphy laughed and sat back against the wall next to her. "I thought you hated me," he said, smirking at her

"Well, this-" she showed him her free arms, "this works in your favor"