Author's note:

Hey guys! So bad news, my laptop recently broke. Luckily I have all my stuff backed up, it's just hard to get to a computer now. I'm mainly working off my phone and so I use this app/website called wattpad. It allows you to edit on your phone so if you go on there and look me up under the same username, I have this story on there too! And I usually update faster on there from my phone.

Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only own Evelyn Stark, everything else is the CW and Kass Morgan.

A few hours later Wells left to bury the two kids who had died on the dropship. I had also told him to spread a message for me: anyone who felt sick or injured should come to the dropship to get checked out. Soon enough, I had a steady trickle of kids coming in to be looked at.

"So how long have you been feeling skittish?"

The kid, Bryan, shrugged as I inspected his eyes.

"A few hours after we landed I guess."

I nodded and made a few notes in the notebook from my backpack. I was trying to keep track of all these kids and any conditions that required supervision. Bryan looked worriedly at me writing in the book.

"What are you writing? Am I going to die?!"

I shook my head, stopped writing and spoke softly.

"You are not going to die Bryan. You probably weren't aware of this but you have a mild form of diabetes. This means that your body can't process sugars as well as other people's bodies can."

Suddenly the tent flap was pulled back and in walked Bellamy making out with some girl. Quickly they realized that they were not alone, and broke apart. Bellamy looked a mix between angry and shocked at the site of me sitting with young Bryan. Ignoring the two intruders for now, I gathered some of the nuts and berries that Wells had found for me and turned to give them to Bryan.

"Here. Make sure you always have some type of food on you. Try to limit the amount of sugar you consume and drink plenty of water. Just try and check in with me every week or so. You'll be fine."

"Thanks Doc!"

I smiled at his gratefulness, and the nickname, and watched as he sheepishly edged past Bellamy and the girl next to him. Turning toward the couple, I forced a smile.

"Can I help you?"

Bellamy nudged the girl and motioned for her to leave. She sent me a nasty glare to which I just lifted an eyebrow. Very mature.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Obviously not having as much fun as you are."

He frowned at my sarcasm.

"What gave you the right to take over the dropship?"

"No one. But no one's complaining either because I'm not using this for a personal gain. What did you want to use it for, Bellamy?"

His eyes flicked to outside where I bet the girl he had sent was standing, waiting for him. I raised both my eyebrows at that notion.

"A bachelor pad... really? In your dreams Blake."

He stepped closer to me, invading my personal space.

"You think you're going to stop me?"

I stepped closer so that our noses were almost touching and looked between his eyes, fiercely. His brown eyes clashed fiercely with my hazel ones, like two raging fires competing with one another.

"I'm not afraid of you."

He waited a few minuted before smirking and stepping to the entrance of the dropship. Lifting the curtain he looked back at me with an unreadable expression.

"You should be."

I was making a makeshift bed when Wells came stomping in.

"What made you wake up on the wrong side of the ground today?"

He handed me the stuff that he'd gathered. Strips of cloth, a few pens and some sharp pieces of debris I could use as medical supplies.

"You didn't see Bellamy last night?"

"Ah..."

I understood Wells' frustration now. Last night, Bellamy had rallied the troops. Gave an impressive speech on how we were free to do whatever we wanted. That followed with a number of kids choosing to take their bracelets off. Looking down I noticed that Wells didn't have his wristband on anymore.

"I'm sorry Wells-"

Suddenly, the tent flap was ripped back and Bellamy stepped inside... with his crew. Wells immediately stood in front of me as I noticed Murphy flanking Bellamy on his left.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Wells, don't..."

I may not be scared of Bellamy or his goons but I wasn't stupid either. Eight guys against just me and Wells was not going to end well for us.

"You know what we want."

Suddenly the tension in the room erupted as Murphy punched Wells and latched onto him, causing them to stumble out of the dropship. I was caught off guard, not expecting that because of Murphy's arm. I underestimated him. Immediately, the rest of us followed to see them wrestling each other on the ground.

"Wells!"

I ran forward but was held back by one of the guys and forced to watch as Murphy hit Wells repeatedly. They switched between having the upperhand when suddenly Murphy pinned Wells to the ground and began raining punches down on him. I struggled against the arms holding me back and looked at Bellamy who was smirking.

"Bellamy stop this!"

He ignored me so I threw my elbow back into the kid holding my right arm's ribs. Next, I brought my arm up to hit the boy on my left. It connected with his nose and he stumbled back, trying to stem the blood that flowed down. I ran towards the boys punching each other. Wrenching Murphy off of Wells I stood between them. Murphy had an angry glare set on his face but underneath it was apprehensiveness.

"What're you gonna do. You wanna hit me again?"

I challenged him as I noticed the surprised look on Bellamy's face. Suddenly Murphy slipped out a knife and lunged for me and Wells who was still behind me.

"Murphy!"

"Eve!"

Bellamy shouted Murphy's name to stop him while Wells shouted mine to warn me to get out of the way of the knife. At the same time, strong hands pushed me out of the way and I landed hard on top of a rock. The pain erupted in my side, intensely, and my vision blurred for a few minutes before I focused on the site in front of me. Wells had Murphy in a headlock with the knife in his hand, pressed against Murphy's throat. Bellamy stood off to the side with an impressed look on his face.

"Wells!"

This time, it wasn't just me that yelled his name. Clark climbed down from the forest with the rest of the gang behind her.

"Let him go! What the hell are you doing?"

Wells threw Murphy to the ground at the same time I picked myself up, ignoring the searing pain in my side. My attention focused on the latter part of the group. Specifically, Octavia who had a bandage around her leg.

"Octavia!"

I heard Bellamy call his sister's name but I got to her first.

"Hey, you alright?"

My hand cupped her head, making her look into my eyes. Her pupils were normal and she nodded to me, but I saw the wince she made when I moved to check her bandage.

Meanwhile Finn and Clark were explaining how they never reached Mount Weather. How they were attacked by survivors of the nuclear war, lost Jasper, and how everything we knew about the ground was wrong. When Clarke noticed Wells' wristband was gone, he pointed to Bellamy. She looked furious.

"How many?"

"24 and counting." Came Murphy's slick response.

"You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they sent us down here. And now you're giving them the message that it's not safe to come down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again and we need their help against whoever is out there! If you take off your wristbands you're not just killing them. You're killing us!"

That's why I was going to be floated...

I saw a flash of panic on Bellamy's face before he addressed the crowd.

"Don't listen to her! She's a part of the privileged. That wristband on your arm makes you a prisoner. And we are not prisoners anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say we are NOT criminals! We are survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!"

The crowd cheered as Clark and Wells shook their heads. At her moan of pain, I focused my attention back on Octavia who slumped against Monty.

"Finn! Come here, I need you to carry Octavia into the dropship."

I looked over at Bellamy, daring him to stop me. My gaze heated, ready to fight with him if he persisted the argument that had started this whole show. But instead he his gaze moved from his sister to me as he nodded.