Let's start with introductions...

The Skybox, the prison which housed the Ark's adolescent prisoners, was normally bustling with noise and today was no different. As she sat in her cell, she fiddled with a small scrap of metal that had been fashioned into a ring which was too big for any of her fingers other than her thumb and she tried to ignore the hunger stabbing at her stomach knowing that breakfast wasn't going to be given to her for another hour or so.

The first clue that something was wrong was the screaming coming from the other delinquents; she was used to the loud rambunctious laughter and shouts that echoed through the walls of the Skybox, but now the air was filled with screams of confusion and terror. Hesitantly, she stood from the metal contraption she called her bed and approached the door to her cell trying to peek out of the tiny holes in hopes she could see what was going on outside, but the only thing she could make out were outlines of figures being pushed about.

A loud rap on her door startled her and she took a few steps back her heart in her throat as two guards barged in, one ordering her to face the wall which she should have done without question, however, she remained stationed where she was her eyes staring coldly ahead.

"What's going on?" she asked and was commanded to turn around again. "You're a day early," she insisted hoping that she hadn't miscounted the day as her eyes scanned over to the tally marks she had etched on the wall of her cell.

"Plans have changed," said one of the guards as he took out a metal wristband from a box. "Hold out your arm."

She shook her head and stepped backwards in a defensive manner. "No, no. I still have a day left!" she pleaded her cool exterior melting as panic set in.

"Your arm," the guard repeated and stepped forward his broad shoulders straightening to appear intimidating to the small girl. His partner loomed dangerously in the background his hand hovering over the stun gun on his holster as though he was itching to use it.

In turn she squared up and held her ground not allowing the men the satisfaction of knowing that she felt threatened by them and with her chin upturned in a last act of defiance she simply stated. "No." Then she braced herself for what was to come.

After both of the guards came at her at the same time her memory turns fuzzy, but from the blood trickling down her busted lip and the wristband securely on her arm, it was safe to say that she had lost that fight.

The belt that strapped her into the seat felt suffocating and the onset of a panic attack was not helping as she struggled to breathe, her hands nervously gripping at the armrests on either side of her. Euphemia Macrae was not one to be afraid, but if they were heading where she thought they were, she was absolutely terrified.

There was indistinct conversation going on around her but it came to a halt when the ship jolted and then after another moment the lights flickered on as well as a screen which showed the grim face of Chancellor Jaha.

"Prisoners of the Ark, here me now," he addressed. "You've been given a second chance and as your Chancellor I hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better we would have sent others. Frankly, we've sent you because your crimes have made you expendable."

"Your dad's a dick Wells!" someone called out. A boy who looked oddly similar to the Chancellor looked down in what could only be described as shame.

"...those crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean."

She felt herself snort and the two boys who were seated next to her glanced over. " … if we die, it sure as hell won't matter if our records are clean," she grumbled irately and shifted her eyes down to her worn out brown boots which had been handed down through the Ark for three generations.

"The drop site has been chosen carefully before the last war the last war. Mount Weather, a military base built within a mountain was to be stocked with enough nonperishables to sustain a group of 300 for more than two years."

More commotion drowned out the sound of the Chancellor as a kid flipped and floated around the other prisoners, someone exclaiming: "Spacewalker strikes again!" and another: "Go, Finn!"

Said Spacewalker hovered by Euphemia, plucking the ratty green hat off of her head all the while wearing an arrogant smirk. "Hey!" she exclaimed as she watched him put her favorite and only hat on his head. "Give it back!" She tried to snatch it back only to have him float out of her reach. "You have got to be kidding me," she stated flatly with an irritated look as she tried to smooth down her frizzy, red hair.

"Sorry, Red." he called out but the haughty smile remained telling her he wasn't apologetic at all.

"You must locate those supplies immediately."

Two others guys were eager to join 'Spacewalker Finn' despite the pleas of a pretty blonde girl to stay in their seats. The ship jolted as the parachutes deployed and the three boys who were no longer constrained by their seat belts flew into the walls of the ship with a sickening crack.

Sparks were flying as the ship descended onto Earth in anything other than a graceful landing. When the ship finally settled and the whirs of the motor stopped everyone looked around at one another with uncertainty.

One of the boys next to Euphemia announced. "Listen," There was a moment of silence. "…no machine hum," he pointed out.

"Whoa," breathed the boy with the goggles next to her.

The buckles clicked and everyone was set free from their restraints. People were scrambling all over until one guy yelled. "The outer door is on the lower level! Let's go!"

The blonde girl from before rushed to stop anyone from opening the doors. "No! We can't just open the doors!" she insisted.

Euphemia made it down the ladder as a crowd was gathering and she found the two boys she had been sitting next to in the mass of people. She made her way over to them if only because she found some sort of camaraderie with them due to sharing a seating section.

"Hey, guys back it up!" a man in a guard's uniform ordered before he turned to pull the lever that would open the main door.

"You can't!" the blonde objected. "The air could be toxic."

"If the air is toxic we're all dead, anyway," he countered.

From behind the group, a woman's voice interjected. "Bellamy?"

The guy dressed as a guard looked up in awe as a young woman made her way towards him with her own shocked expression and when she was in front of him a tender smile played at his lips. "My god, look how big you are."

"That's a really weird thing to say," noted Goggles from beside Euphemia who looked at the boy with amusement.

The girl hugged Bellamy tightly before pulling away and looking at his outfit. "What the hell are you wearing, a guard's uniform?"

"I borrowed it," he explained. "...to get on the drop ship. Someone's gotta keep an eye on you."

"Where's your wristband?" the blonde asked. Euphemia looked down at her own wristband and then at the others around her, realizing they all had a similar band on their arm while this guy, Bellamy, did not.

The other girl turned from Bellamy with a scowl on her face. "Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year."

"No one has a brother." Someone commented loudly.

Then a female voice from the back of the crowd announced: "That's Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor."

Octavia lunged towards the crowd with a snarl on her face only to be held back by her brother. "Octavia, Octavia, no. Let's give them something else to remember you by," he said trying to calm her.

"Yeah? Like what?" she questioned indignantly.

"Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years." The two shared a smile and Bellamy turned to the lever which would reveal the ground to them something no human had seen in nearly a century. When the door flew open Euphemia didn't think anyone was prepared for what they saw.

Euphemia stared in wonder at the sky and the trees and the ground. The rays from the sun were warm against her skin and never in her life could she have imagined this is what sunlight would feel like. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gaped at her surroundings trying to ignore feeling of longing tugging at her heart. It was the feeling of going home; going home to a place where she had never before been but inexplicably felt drawn to.

Bellamy stood in front of the group with his hand out preventing anyone from passing by him as Octavia made her way down the ramp standing just at the edge for a moment before she stepped down with a small hop and looked around. "We're back, bitches!" she screamed with her arms in the air and everyone else cheered and made their way out of the drop ship in a hurry.

Euphemia hung back not minding the fact people pushed their way past her to get outside. She seemed hesitant and simply watched as everyone else ran around taking in their new surroundings.

"You gonna just stand there?" a voice asked from beside her and Euphemia looked over at the dark haired friend of Goggles.

"I'm taking it all in," she responded although the quiver in her voice gave away just how anxious she really was.

He smiled at her and when he grabbed her hand that was when she realized she had been trembling. "Come on," said the boy as he held her hand firmly in his own preventing it from shaking.

When her foot made contact with the ground for the first time she felt a surge of excitement before she allowed herself to join in with everyone else in their enthusiastic displays.

"Monty Green," The dark haired boy introduced himself while they all ran around like wild creatures eager to take in everything around them.

She grinned and shook his hand. "Euphemia Macrae." She then looked around. "Where's your friend with the goggles?"

"Jasper?" he thought aloud and looked confused as to where his friend was but then he saw him over near Wells and his blonde friend. Jasper must've said something that Wells didn't appreciate because he grabbed Jasper by his coat before pushing him away. Jasper looked a bit startled as Euphemia and Monty watched with uncertainty.

"Hey, hey, hey. Hands off, he's with us," came a voice and Euphemia looked over at the owner who had a group of rough looking delinquents behind him.

When her eyes landed on his familiar face she felt her entire body heat up. "Murphy…" she whispered to herself and she tried to shrink behind Monty to make herself less visible to the boy although her bright red hair was something that made it extremely hard for her to blend in with her surroundings much to her chagrin.

"Relax," said Wells. " … we're just trying to figure out where we are."

"We're on the ground. That not good enough for you?" Bellamy called out as he heard the dispute going on from a few feet away.

"We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father's message, that has to be our first priority," Wells tried to reason hoping that someone in the group would rationalize.

"Screw your father," Octavia spoke up. "What? You think you're in charge here? You and your little princess?"

"Do you think we care who's in charge?" Blondie asked rhetorically. "We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so but because the longer we wait the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a 20-mile trek. So if we want to get their before dark we have to leave, now."

"I have a better idea," declared Bellamy. "You two go and find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change."

There was a round of agreement and Wells shook his head. "You're not listening. We all need to go."

He was shoved from behind. "Look at this, everybody — the Chancellor of Earth," Murphy ridiculed.

Laughter echoed through the forest. "You think that's funny?" Wells questioned when he regained his footing, but it was quickly lost again when Murphy tripped him causing Wells to land painfully on his leg.

"No, but I think that was," Murphy quipped and began to egg Wells on as he got up, limping from the fall.

Spacewalker decided to make his grand reentrance as he jumped down from the side of the drop ship in between Wells and Murphy, staring down Murphy as he walked up to him. "Kid has got one leg. How 'bout you wait until it's a fair fight?"

Murphy looked at Finn as Octavia came up. "Hey, Spacewalker!" she called to Finn. "Rescue me next." There was a coy smile on her face as suggestive noises were made by the onlooking group.

Annoyance bubbled in Murphy's eyes as he watched Finn turn his attentions from Octavia to something behind him. "There you are, Red," Finn said and sauntered over to Euphemia who was giving him an exasperated look. The boy stuck the green hat he had stolen from her back onto her head and gave her a grin. "Back to its rightful owner."

"Yeah. After you stole it," she mumbled sourly and flinched as he ruffled her hat covered head before walking off with a delighted smile.

It was then she noticed Murphy's eyes were trained on her with his mouth gaping. She was hard to miss with her wild, red hair and splash of freckles. No, he reasoned with himself, it was definitely Euphemia Macrae. He was frozen in his spot as he gawked at her and when Monty and Jasper noticed the staring contest between the two Monty was the one to inquire. "Do you know him?"

She felt herself nod unconsciously before asking. "Ya mind giving me a minute?"

The two walked away constantly glancing back at their newfound companion while whispering to each other about what they thought was going on between the two. Euphemia could faintly make out

"Effy…" Murphy uttered as he stared into her green eyes. There was no denying it was her. "You…" The next thing she knew she was wrapped in his arms and despite herself she felt at ease with his arms around her.

Silence enveloped them for a long while. "I hated you," she murmured into his jacket and he pulled away appearing surprised at her disclosure. Her eyes fell away from the blue of his eyes and favored the brown of the soil. " … you didn't come back when you said you would…" Murphy searched her face, realizing the implication of her words. "I thought you just stopped visiting," she admitted. "… I thought you didn't care anymore."

His brows furrowed as he shook his head shocked that the girl thought he would abandon her. "I got charged with assault," he told her. "I thought I would see you in the Skybox, but —"

She cut him off. "They put me in isolation." A pause. "A couple of days after your last visit. I got into an … altercation with one of the guards and was deemed too violent to be allowed with the other prisoners." A sudden bark of laughter ripped at her throat. " … this — this is the first time I've seen people other than my guards in a year."

A frown marred Murphy's face, but he had nothing to say to the girl standing in front of him, something he found odd. They had been friends since they were five. They were in the same classes. They lived in the same sector. They were constantly together until Euphemia was sent to the Skybox two years ago, but now for the first time since the beginning of their friendship, he didn't know what to say to her.

"I missed you, Murph," she said after a pregnant silence. She grabbed his hand which was rough and calloused just as she remembered it to be. "...it's been lonely…" she admitted.

He squeezed her hand and proclaimed softly. "I missed you too, Eff."

She effectively ruined whatever moment they were having when she abruptly snatched her hand away saying. "Well, now that we're done with all the sappy melodramatics." Her gaze shifted from Murphy whose face fell slightly over to her two new friends who were talking to a group that consisted of Blondie, Wells, Spacewalker, Octavia, and Bellamy.

"Hey Euphemia!" Monty called out when he noticed her stare. "We're heading to Mount Weather." A curious look donned her face as she contemplated joining their little ragtag group on the supply run.

"Euphemia…" Blondie said under her breath and when she looked up she locked eyes with the redhead. "Euphemia Macrae?"

Murphy stepped closer to her and eyed the blonde warily as Euphemia paled visibly but bobbed her head regardless. "That's me," she replied.

The blonde appeared pensive before she took a step forward and held out her hand. "Clarke," she introduced. "Clarke Griffin."

Euphemia felt herself deflate in what could only be relief as she grabbed Clarke's hand with a firm grip. "Pleasure." The handshake lasted longer than Euphemia was comfortable with as Clarke's eyes scanned her own as though she was looking for something within their green depths.

"You gonna come with us, Mia?" Jasper asked and as Euphemia relinquished her grasp of Clarke's hand it took her a moment to realize that he was referring to her.

"Mia?" she questioned and the name fell off of her tongue with distaste, but she answered him with. "Yeah, I'll come."

Murphy looked at her with surprise. "Are you serious?" he asked.

With her eyebrows furrowed she turned to him. "What?"

Murphy opened his mouth to say something, but after glimpsing at the others who had turned their attention to him, he scowled and grounded out a "nothing" before turning and walking away leaving Euphemia to watch him go with a bewildered look on her face.

"...and that makes six with Red," Finn announced breaking up the awkward silence.

Hey guys! So, this stems from my disappointment with the lack of Murphy fics on the site and my slight love for Richard Harmon. This story has been stewing in my head for quite a while and I have pretty much the entirety of Season 1 written out, but for now I'm posting this story to see what kind of reception it gets. This first chapter is subject to change as I continue to flesh out the story more and add in scenes.

Please let me know what you think of the story and if I get some good reviews I'll post the next chapter after the New Year. If anyone has any questions you can refer to my Tumblr bbyjesus !

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Edit: I just posted the final version of this chapter. Nothing major was changed other than the interaction with Clarke at the end which I felt necessary.