We make everyone stay close while exploring. The rest of the 100 are still back at the drop ship setting up makeshift living spaces.

Our first explorer group are Clarke, Bellamy, Octavia, Jasper, Monty, and space walker on one path with me leading the rear end.

I walk stomping my boots down on the green grass, long sharpened stick in my hand to push things out of the pathway on my own. The silver bracelet really irritating my wrist, so much I could cut my arm and live without it.

I listen to Finn and Clarke having but watching my surroundings none the less.

"Why are you so serious, Princess? It's not like we died in an explosion," Finn ask he's so oblivious as too why she is the way she is.

"Try telling that to the two guys who tried to follow you out of their seats," she barks back at him. That was a low blow especially for her. I keep walking but then I see a large mass of all forest in the way of a peak indicating a mountain.

"You don't like being called Princess, do you, Princess?" he asked basically mocking her. I scratch at my wrist, still feeling like a caged animal that couldn't get free again.

"Do you see that peak over there?" she asks loudly for us all to here.

"Yeah," we all say in unison.

"That's Mount Weather. There's-"I cut her off getting to the point because they don't need a long explanation, they just need to know the simple reason.

"They dropped us on the wrong fucking mountain!,"I shout with a chuckle throwing my spear onto the ground.

"This is just awesome, truly!" I prance around enjoying the freedom of more space to roam around but this very vexing bracelet they all looked at me as if I'm mad. I pick up my spear as to not forget it because it could be useful in this unknown territory. I smack the bracelet around my wrist again as if that would help it disappear.

"What!?Maybe it'll teach you guys what real surviving is. I've been doing it for years," I draw out the word years. Then began skipping the way we came from. "It'll teach you all a lesson nothing is as great as it seems dark and cloudy, filled with the unexpected, looking behind every crack, the green is camouflage hiding what's doesn't want to be seen," hearing their footsteps behind me I began to walk. They don't respond to me but I don't need one hopefully their thinking over what I just said.

As soon as I saw the drop ship I was quick to walk towards the pile of wood in the center of our camp hoping to find Murphy, leaving the others to do as they please. This bracelet was becoming an issue for me even though I'd only had it on for a few hours as the rest of us, but I just did not have high tolerance for things I had to use for and Murphy was just the guy to take care of my problem. A girl a bit taller than me had thin brown hair that was cut into a style I knew was called 'The Jane'. She threw a piece of wood down onto the pile and I yelled out to her before she could walk away "Hey, Jane!" she turns around as did a few other to see who was yelling and I was staring at her brown eyes met my dark blue she was quick to straighten up. I could never understand why people got stiff around me.

"Um, me?" she asks nervously I chuckle "Calm down will you I'm not the boogie man," I say and buck at her with my fingers wiggling and she flinches back. "I'm just playing around chill" I say again and she visibly relaxes. Am I that weird? I've never even met this girl but there is no telling what anyone knows about me. "My name is Hailey- "I cut her off politely "I won't remember, but do you happen to know the whereabouts of Murphy?" I ask getting to the point because I'm on a very important mission as of now.

"H-he was behind the drop ship when I last saw him." she rushes out." Thanks"

I stomp violently towards the direction she told me he could be, itching at the wristband. A kid nearly bumps into me and I shove them out of the way picking up my pace. I hop over a branch and put my back to the side of the ship and scoot towards the edge and peek around the corner to see Murphy sitting on a tree stump all bent over doing something with his hands and checking around him every now and again an action I knew meant he was either hiding something or was paranoid. I make noise before revealing myself.

"Johnny" I say his name softly as I've always done. He is now standing up hiding his arms behind his back, His dirty blonde air everywhere as usual when he didn't have hi brush. He glares at me as I stalk up to him. I am short probably shorter than most in our camp but it's an advantage I can easily put to use if trouble comes our way. He's stiff with his stance widened a defense mechanism he used when we first met as children, the one he uses against everyone.

"Johnny, I have a proposition for you," I stop right in front of him our toes touching. I study his features, the ones I've come to remember by heart and I see he's acquired a scar above his right eyebrow. I was honestly afraid I would have forgotten when I was put into confinement only to learn he'd ended up locked away also a whole year later. I reach up on my tiptoes causing my navy blue shirt to rise showing my skin and pudgy stomach, instinctively my right hand tracing over the scar lightly. Whatever he was hiding must have not been important because as I began losing my balance his hands wrapped around my not so tiny waist pulling me closer. His hands on my exposed skin, and the warmth radiating off of him sent familiar shivers down my spine arousing me. He'd relaxed and I'm relived he had still let me touch him. Two and a half years is a long time.

"What'd you do Johnny?" I ask breathlessly letting my fingers slide all the way down to his jaw before landing om his chest. He wouldn't look at me but tightened his hold on me. His hands now resting on my back. I brought my hand up behind his neck and brought him down to my level he closed his eyes as our foreheads connected. Of course it won't be easy for him to tell me he isn't an open guy. He sighs "When I got caught setting fire to the officer's headquarters I fought back," his hands decide to have a mind of their own. They slide all the way down and grip my as he called it 'juicy' ass. This is his way of avoiding the rest of our conversation. He squeezes and rubs and I close my eyes as a light moan erupts from my mouth, our lips hover over each other causing an even more tense effect. My breathing had picked up greatly and when I felt his mouth attach to the sensitive skin on the right side of my neck right at my pulse, I knew I was done for it.

********SMUTT You're NOT MISSING ANYTHING EXCEPT

******* WHY SHE CALLS HIM JOHN AND NOT MURPHY********

I held onto him tighter while pushing myself against him but he wouldn't allow it was quick with his movements. He grabbed my thighs lifting me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His obvious erection hitting my core only making me moan louder as he held me pinned to the ship with his body touching mine. His mouth leaving wet kisses all the way up to the corner of my mouth as I squirmed to create some sort of friction as my body heated up more. He doesn't move his lips to where I want them, on mine. Instead he shoves his hand up my shirt under my bra as he fondles my sensitive breast. I arch my back into him and open my eyes just as our lips connect. It's sloppy, passionate, desperate, and filled with pure need. My hands roam under his shirt as he thrust his hips forward making me moan his name.

He groans as my nails scratch down his abs. His hands all over me. I whimper when he begins to unbutton my jeans. His hands trace my pantie line teasing me as his lips move to back to my neck and thrust his hips forwards teasing me. "Johnny!" I pant grabbing his head and yank at his hair as he bites my neck and causing him to groan and me to whimper. Suddenly his fingers slip under my garments and right where I want them. I gasp throwing my head back as he moves his fingers and bites my nipples through my shirt and bra causing me to moan louder this, only to have a hand over my mouth causing my eyes to fly open hooded as my hips move with his hand movements.

My eyes meet his. He's breathing heavy his eyes dark with lust as he watches me "Got to stay quiet," he commands and I nod as he picks up his pace. I'm so close. "God your so fucking wet," He groans out. I don't have to have my eyes open to know he's watching his hand movements he always does while pleasuring me and making me feel good. My sounds silenced by his hand. Our breathing hard and fast. "Tell Murphy what you want," He demands stopping his ministrations all together making me want to cry in need. I shake my head whimpering. He's such a demanding tease. "John- "I began breathlessly trying to grind into him but he was not letting me have any contact, much to my distress "Tell Murph what you want," He hisses in my ear biting my neck only fueling my need…..."I want You Murphy…T-to do Dirty things to me…r-right here," I managed to get out the whole sentence with difficulties "Whatever you want," He says stripping me of my jeans and undergarments because I was trembling too much to do it on my own. He pinned me against the ship my hands above my head as he thrust into me. Quieting my cries with his mouth as he filled me again after two and a half years.