Authors Note:

I made this chapter a little longer as I'm still trying to figure out the right lengths for these things! I hope people are actually reading this and if you've read this before you'll see a big difference in this chapter and from here on out.

Disclaimer: I own nothing the 100 related except for my character Evelyn Stark! The rest is all the CW and Kass Morgan!

Enjoy! x


After seeing Finn, Jasper, Monty, Clarke and Octavia (who joined them last minute) leave, I turned back to Wells.

"Let's get you into the dropship." I helped him up and over to the dropship where he sat down. I propped up his ankle with some debris to stimulate the blood flow.

"I'm going to go find some sticks to make a splint. You'll be okay for a little bit right?"

He waved me off, "Yeah. I'll be fine."

I smiled and went to go find the splint materials. Making my way back to the clearing I had lost track of time in before, I realized how secluded it was from the main site. It wasn't too far, but at the same time it offered a sense of privacy. Shaking my head I started looking for fallen branches, preferable two that were the same size and very straight. Right when I had found what I was looking for I heard a noise behind me.

"Well look what we have here."

I stiffened at the smarmy voice. Spinning around, I recognized the boy's hair before his face. It was the kid who had started the fight with Wells, Murphy.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah..." He took a few steps closer to me but I held my ground, "How did you get your bracelet off?"

I just looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you talking-"

I felt a stinging sensation on my lip and cheek. He had hit me.

"I'm not going to ask you again."

I reached up to my lip and saw the flecks of red blood on my fingers.

My hand was covered in blood. I tried wiping it away but the stain grew bigger and bigger.

I jerked myself out of the memory before I succumbed to it fully as Murphy lunged for my wrist. Thankfully Mark had taught me self defense during my imprisonment in the Sky Box. I anticipated Murphy charging towards me and waited until the last minute to quickly dodge him, bringing my knee up to make contact with his groin. Using his momentum, I flipped him over my shoulder causing him to land hard on his back, with his arms behind him. Pushing his chest down with my knee, my fingers brushed against a sharp object on his belt and I pulled it out. My hands moved automatically, one bringing his blade up to his throat while the other pushed against his shoulder uncomfortably.

"You should know that people don't like to be touched without their permission. I'm one of those people."

"Get off of me bitch!"

Murphy let out a painful groan and tried to push me off. I anticipated this and shifted my weight to rest on the knee that was crushing his chest and pushed my hand harder into his shoulder, until I heard the satisfactory pop.

"Aaaarghh!"

I moved off of him, tucking the knife in my waistband behind my back.

"That pain you're feeling right now? It's because your humerus has separated from the scapula at the glenohumeral joint. Do you know what that means?"

He moved to get up but I pushed him back down by his uninjured shoulder.

"This means that you've dislocated your shoulder. Right now, the tissues around the joint are inflaming to cover up the vulnerable area. If you move too much, you're going to damage the tissue or even rip it. And if you do that, since there's no medical equipment down here, you'll damage the nerves in your shoulder to the point where you'll never be able to move it again without being in extreme pain."

I watched him grit his teeth as I squatted down in front of him.

"Now I can fix it and push it back into the socket, the correct way. You just have to apologize."

Looking down, I noticed a thick silver band on his wrist. I recognized it as Ark technology and put two and two together. The kids probably all had these bracelets that communicated with the Ark. They let the Ark know if the kids were still alive or not, and ultimately if the ground was safe enough for the rest of our people to come down. I grasped his arm firmly, positioning it, waiting for his response.

"Screw... you!" Murphy gasped out between panted breaths.

I tsk-ed him, rotating his arm gently in the opposite direction and heard his expletive.

"The longer you wait, the more this is going to hurt."

"Fine! Fine! I'm sorry! ARGHH!"

He cried out in pain as I pushed his shoulder back, correctly, into its socket.

"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Murphy where the hell are you?"

A voice shouted out, close by, as I looked down at the whimpering boy at my feet. I heard the footsteps come closer as another person joined Murphy and me in the clearing.

"What's going on here?"

I look over to see the voice belong to a tall figure, standing with authority. My lip throbbed as the figure made its way over to us and I quickly reached up to wipe the blood off. When I went to put my hand back to its place at my side, I notice how badly it was shaking. Calm down Eve...

"I asked a question."

Looking at the boy panting on the ground I had almost forgotten that there was someone else here. It was Octavia's brother.

"Nothing Bellamy. We were just..." Murphy struggled but got up, holding his arm close to his chest, as his voice trailed off.

So his name was Bellamy.

"I wasn't talking to you." His stern voice made Murphy shut up immediately.

It was then that I noticed that he had been looking at me the entire time. I lifted my chin and shrugged indifferently.

"We were just having a conversation."

"A conversation..." He repeated.

I watched as his eyes flicker from my split lip to Murphy's arm.

"Go back to camp." He pointedly told Murphy who resembled a dog obeying it's master's command.

"Before you leave," I plucked the knife out of the back of my waistband and threw it to the ground in front of him. It landed sharply, point down.

"You dropped your knife."

Murphy's expression was a mixture of embarrassment and anger as he reached down to snatch his knife up before making his exit.

Once Murphy left I warily watched for Bellamy to make a move.

"What's your name?"

His question took me aback. It wasn't what I had expected but I was relieved.

"Eve."

We stood there, staring at one another. When I remembered the sticks in my boot for Wells.

"Well then... if we're done with introductions I have somewhere I need to be..."

I moved to walk past him when I felt his fingers enclose over my wrist, and pull me back. For the second time in the span of a few minutes, a flashback of that night raced through my mind and before I knew what I was doing I was sending a blow to his jaw. His reflexes were fast and he caught my hand with his free hand. His eyes reflected shock as he pulled my crossed arms towards his chest.

My breath left me and I found myself studying his face which was only a few inches away from my own. His hair was curly and rested carelessly on his forehead. His eyes were a deep brown that were ablaze and his nose looked crooked; he'd probably broken it when he was younger. There were a few freckles that dusted his upper cheeks and nose. My eyes dipped lower to where his mouth was. His lips were parted and looked chapped. And he had some faint stubble that spread over his sharp jawline and chin. My eyes flitted up to his and I noticed that he had been surveying my face as well. Even though I knew how to get out of this hold, something was stopping me from using force.

"I would appreciate if you'd let go." My voice was firm.

"And I would appreciate it if you told me how you got that bracelet off?" His baritone voice was husky and made my stomach flip.

Nevertheless I sent him a piercing glare, ignoring the fluttering in my stomach. What was it with these boys and those dumb bracelets?! Looking at his wrist I noticed it matched my own, free from the constraint of a silver bland. He never had on a bracelet either. Which means that he had snuck aboard the ship just as I had.

"I should ask you the same question but I think we both know the answer to that."

He looked confused for a few moments until my words registered. Abruptly he let go of my hands and I pulled away from him quickly heading for the dropship without turning around. My heart pounding.

"What the hell took you so long?"

"Careful, that almost sounded ungrateful..."

I laughed before teasing Wells. Looking at him he was staring at me curiously.

"What happened to your lip?"

I felt it to find the cut crusted in dried blood. Great.

"I fell."

I knew Wells wouldn't believe me but thankfully he let it go.

"So on a scale of 1-10, how bad is the pain?"

"Um... a 3? OW! Okay it's an 8."

I smiled at him, "Clarke's not here Wells. You don't have to act all tough now."

He raised his eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes.

"You know what I mean. What's the deal with you two anyway?"

I spoke softly, just trying to get him to keep his mind off the pain while I attempted to get his boot off his foot.

"We- ah! We were best friends. Until... um, her dad was floated."

"That's unfortunate."

"Yea-OW! Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

I laughed at his remark but nodded.

"What happened with her dad?"

I lined up the sticks next to both sides of his ankle and began wrapping a piece of fabric around it to hold them in place.

"He was going to leak some sensitive information, so I told my Dad. And he was floated."

I hesitated, before checking the wrapping to make sure it was tight.

"No you didn't."

"Excuse me?"

Wells looked shocked at my statement. I just shook my head, finishing wrapping up his foot so he coult pull his boot back on.

"You weren't the one who ratted Clarke's dad out."

He frowned at me.

"Why do you think that?"

I smiled, "Wells I spent 5 years in solitary with books for entertainment. Do you know how many books our library used to have on human behavior? I'm not only good at reading books but I'm good at reading people. And, I see the way you look at her. You obviously love her. Something tells me you're actually a good guy. I mean I may be wrong but I don't think you did it."

He just looked shocked which told me everything I needed to know; I was right.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. "

We sat in silence as I looked around the drop ship and found the backpack Mark had given to me before he snuck me on the dropship. Inside I found a blank notebook, pencil, a small flashlight, a bottle of water, a few granola bars and a small first aid kit. It was probably best ot save the survival supples for times of necessities, but I pulled out the notebook and pencil.

"I'm sorry."

I snapped my gaze up to Wells when he broke the silence with a confused expression on my face.

"What are you sorry about?"

"I'm sorry you spent 5 years in solitary because of my dad."

I sighed and shook my head.

"Wells you can't accept responsibility for the actions of your dad. Besides, how do you know I didn't deserve it."

I smirked at him, but he just returned my smirk with a soft smile.

"Something tells me you didn't."

My smile faded at his words as he got up, hobbling out, leaving me alone in the dropship. With a pensive expression on my face I whispered to the empty room,

"If only you were right Wells..."