"We need you to stay here ma'am, with Kane still missing, and you being our only doctor, we need you" Major Bryne explained. The strong woman had a very serious expression on and Abby knew she was right.
"Can we spare any soldiers to go after them?" Abby asked, her voice shaking. She couldn't get the image of her daughter being dragged back to her bloody and shot just weeks before. She was her mother, she was suppose to protect her, be there for her, and she sent her down here. She had sent her only family down her not knowing if she would survive, and now…now…
Major Bryne stood up straighter, "I don't think that is wise ma'am, the boy, the Collin's boy, shooting those Grounders, we should be expecting retaliation."
Abby nodded her head. It was true, frustrating, but true.
"Bellamy will get your daughter back, I believe that" Bryne said, her eyes softening into an expression that seemed foreign on the usually stone face.
"I guess I will have to believe that too" Abby responded, feeling defeated
"Do you mind if I…" Clarke gestured at Murphy's ribs, she wanted to look at them, make sure it wasn't too bad, and that there wasn't any internal bleeding.
"Oh, uh, yeah", Murphy swallowed and lifted up his shirt to reveal deep purple bruising all down his right side. Clarke touched it gingerly and Murphy shuddered from her cold fingers, or that's what he told himself.
"Doesn't look like you have flail chest, that's good," she continued to feel around and listening to him breathing, except he wasn't breathing "hey, Murphy, I need you to breath" she looked up at him and he was staring at her. She locked eyes with him and raised her eyebrows.
Murphy got flustered, looked away quickly, and took a deep breath for her. She smiled to herself and listened, there were no grating sounds.
She sat back against the wall and Murphy pulled his shirt back down and cleared his throat.
"It's not too bad, you should be fine, you're obviously going to be sore, but nothing life-threatening," she said, looking at her feet.
"Good"
Clarke could see Murphy turn to look at her, his eyes moving around her face. She felt her cheeks flush under his gaze.
"Do you want me to look at your jaw, it looks pretty swollen", he offered and Clarke brought her hand up to touch the sore spot on her jaw.
"No, it's fine, I'll be fine" she turned to look at him and gave him a small smile, which Murphy returned.
"What are we going to do? When they come back, I mean" Clarke asked, leaning her head against the wall and sighing. Her body ached something awful and her jaw hurt every time she talked.
"I haven't thought that far," he responded, and then smirked and laughed, "this is your plan after all, Princess, what do you want to do?"
Clarke rolled her eyes and looked at him. She hated that he used the nickname Bellamy gave her. "Yeah, looks like my plan is a complete flop. I even told Bellamy and Octavia not to come and find me"
Murphy nodded and looked at the ground, thinking.
Just then there was a noise outside the door and Murphy quickly slid across to the other side of the room and put his hands behind his back like he was still tied up. Clarke followed suit.
The young guard came in and shut the door behind him. He looked through the small window in the door, like he was making sure no one saw him come in. He had something in his hand that Clarke couldn't quite see. But before she could react he turned and jabbed something into her side and she felt her whole body go stiff and her joints lock. There was an extreme pain, like all of her nerves were on fire. When she collapsed to the ground, the guard saw that her hands were no longer tied up.
"What the-" he started but before he could finish the sentence, Murphy had tackled him and the two went crashing to the ground. Murphy cried out in pain as the guard hit him in his already fractured ribs.
Clarke tried to stand, her legs still not completely responding after being tased. She watched as the guard got Murphy on his back and punched him in the face.
She crawled on her hands and knees towards the two.
Murphy got a knee into the groin of the young guard and flipped him over, grabbing the guard by the shoulders and slamming his head into the cement ground. His skull made a sickening clacking sound, but the guard was still conscious, teeth bared, and fighting.
The commotion must have gotten the attention of another guard that was outside and Clarke saw with horror that the door was opening. She got her fingers around the taser that had fallen out of the guard's hand when Murphy tackled him.
The guard was able to head-butt Murphy in his already broken nose, which lead to him being able to kick murphy off of him. Clarke lunged and tased the guard and he squirmed and cried out as the door opened.
Murphy had a hand over his nose and was climbing to his feet as the other, older guard entered the chaotic scene.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed and turned back to, what Clarke assumed was, to call for help but she tased him too, sticking the end in the mans calf, and all that came out of his mouth was a yelp, and he collapsed to the ground.
The young guard must of gotten back to his feet because the next thing Clarke knew was she was being kicked in the head. Her body flew to the right from the impact and her head bounced on the cement ground.
Everything was bright spots and pain. There was a ringing in her ears and everything that was happening around her was in slow motion. The older guard was still sprawled on the ground from being tased, but the younger one was reaching for Murphy.
Murphy must have been calling her name, because he was looking at her, and not at the guard. Clarke tried to yell for him to watch out, to move her arm, to do anything, but she couldn't move, everything spinning.
The guard punched Murphy across the face and Murphy slammed against the tiled wall and crumpled to the ground. The guard then brought his arm back to hit Murphy again, who was trying to get back to his feet and to block the incoming assault simultaneously.
Just then the guard's arm spurted blood and he screamed. He fell to the ground clutching his arm and revealed Bellamy behind him in the doorway, his gun trained on the guard. Octavia had her gun trained on the older guard who had his hands up while still laying on the ground.
Bellamy walked over and hit the guard over the head with the gun, and the guard's body went limp. He then walked over to Clarke, and fell to his knees in front of her.
He cupped her face in his hands and his eyes searched all over, taking in every scratch and injury.
"You ok?" he asked, his eyes filled with worry
Clarke nodded and brought her arms up around his neck. She felt his strong arms wrap around her and his face turn to bury his nose in her neck.
"How did you find us?" she almost sobbed with relief
He brought her up to her feet still clinging to her.
"We found an entrance down here and came running when we heard Murphy yelling your name" his warm breathe grazing her neck sending a shiver down her spine.
"I'm ok too, you know," Murphy spoke up, still on the ground. Bellamy barked out a laugh into Clarke's neck.
"What should I do with him?" Octavia asked, her gun still trained on the older guard.
Bellamy removed his arms from Clarke and stepped back, still keeping his hands on her arms. "Knock him out, we will tied them both up in here"
He let go of her arms and turned to go help Octavia. Clarke looked over at Murphy, and he was looking at her. He started to climb to his feet, using the tiled wall to help him, cringing in pain.
She walked over and grabbed his arm to help him up. He smirked at her, "The king has arrived in time to save the princess" and he laughed, but his laugh turned to a groan as he grabbed his side.
"Need to keep the sarcasm to a minimum while you're injured" Clarke said with a smirk, realizing her hands were still on his arm she let go.
When the guards were tied up, and Clarke had grabbed their keys and clearance badges, they headed out.
"Know where to go, Clarke?" Octavia asked, grabbing a hold of a thrashing and angry Lincoln.
"Uh, not exactly, I can only assume we are downstairs, so our best bet is up" she said, her eyes warily watching Lincoln.
"Can I ask…" she whispered to Bellamy and gestured towards Lincoln. He shook his head and moved to grab Lincoln's other arm.
"Great, they bring a rabid Grounder with us, that should make it super easy to sneak around in here" Murphy said with a roll of his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, Murphy" Octavia retorted. "Where is the way up?" She asked turning to Clarke.
Clarke's head ached; she put a hand on her head and closed her eyes, trying to convince the headache to leave, but it was determined to throb along with the beat of her heart. She sighed, and looked around "This way" she said and started to walk to their right.
The group moved down the dark hallway, the walls and floor were all cement and there was very little light. It seemed the guards were the only two that were assigned to them, because there was no one else in sight down here. She wondered who the older guard was going to yell too.
"They must have had us hidden down here so no one else would stumble upon us and inform the President" Clarke suggested to no one in particular.
Down a hallway, Clarke saw doors that looked like an elevator shaft and a pad for a clearance badge to be used. They moved closer and saw it was just that. Clarke removed the older guards badge from her jacket pocket and placed it against the pad, the light switched from red to green and the elevator moaned to life. She heard the gears working and the elevator descending to them.
"Yes!" She exclaimed and then suddenly her stomach turned sour and she moved to the side and vomited on the ground.
"Whoa, you ok?" It was Murphy that had moved to her and put a hand on her back, Clarke straightened up and wiped her mouth on her sleeve, embarrassed.
"Yeah, sorry, I think I have a concussion" she said, her stomach still churning and upset. She looked at Murphy and he brought a hand to her face. It was oddly intimate, and Clarke wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. But the elevator dinged and she jumped back away from him, startled out of her thoughts.
"Ok, come on, lets get a move on" Bellamy said, his face set hard, still holding on to Lincoln, who growled and spit at him.
Clarke stepped away and moved into the elevator first. She looked at the numbers and pressed the floor she thought she remembered the 47 stayed on after the rest had gotten in.
The elevator creaked and groaned but continued to lift them up towards the destination.
"Ok, so the sleeping quarters is down the hall and to the right, there a large dorm in there, that is where most should be" Clarke explained. She was worried that the others wouldn't believe her and that they wouldn't come along with them. She couldn't even convince Jasper, and he had always been on her side.
Doubt continued to flood her mind when the elevator doors dinged open and the group were faced to face with five Mountain Men with guns trained on them.
Edit:Hey guys, so I decided to put a little bit of a Clarphy interaction in this due to how interesting that crack-ship is to me. I really think Murphy would develop feelings for Clarke if he saw just how much of a badass she is, and due to his character development, we know he has a caring side to him. He maintains a lot of qualities that the old Bellamy had, and I think their dynamic would be interesting. I hope you're liking it so far, please leave reviews (constructive criticism is always welcome!) and let me know of any grammatical errors (I read through it-but I am not perfect). I have finals this week, so I probably wont be able to update this for a while. Love you all!
xx-Shannon
