AN: If you were wondering, this is set before season two—or probably this is set in season two but the mountain men never came and there was never a war. The grounders never met the hundred, Murphy was never exiled, Wells and Charlotte did die, but she didn't kill Wells and they both died from some other reason. She did not kill herself here. Lincoln never met Octavia, and this is set sort-of in fall. So my version is different from the show. The plot is still the same but not entirely accurate from what I said earlier. Not sure why I'm saying it now but here it is. Anyways, enjoy! :D


Finn woke up with an arm around his body; a person snoring loudly beside his ear, and his throat very dry. His eyes were fluttering open, adjusting to the bright morning light. His body shifted checking who the person was: it was Bellamy. Finn yawned and carefully lifted the older boy's large arm away from his body, hoping not to wake him up. Still lifting the arm, he gently placed it on the leader's broad chest and slowly limped away with the help of the staff he found yesterday. When he went out Bellamy's tent he smelled roasted meat and a hint of grilled lizard by the fireplace surrounded with starving teens. He limped away from the crowd, wanting to be alone. Finn saw Octavia, her back against the fence showing no emotion at all. The girl held a piece of the chicken's bone, devouring the remaining pieces. The sight made Finn's stomach growl with anger but he didn't feel like eating at all. His eyes pointed at the nearest bottle of fresh water, wanting to drink that to settle his growling stomach. It didn't affect that much, but it did refresh his dry mouth and relieved some of his hunger. He sat on a small wooden stool with circled carvings, "very whimsical" Finn thought. From the looks of it, it was freshly carved. Not painted fully, but it was strong enough to carry his weight. Which impressed him since the chair was big enough to be a kid's stool. Above the circled carvings it ended with blooming flowers. It was painted with mixed shades of pink, purple and blue. "Did Clarke do this?"
There was a trail of stepped flowers and drops of paint heading away. The steps weren't that big but it wasn't small either. He couldn't identify whether the prints belonged to a male or female. But it was definitely a person from the hundred since the markings was a boot. The paint was still wet so someone was here just a while ago. It leads to a small tent away from the camp, camouflaging with the trees. The vibrant colors of green made Finn's eyes burst into a million pieces because of the contrast and saturation it holds. He went to the west side of the forest. Bellamy forbids it for some reason. Finn slowly limped towards the tent, cautious of traps set by the person living there or the grounders. Stepping on the dry leaves made Finn more cautious from the rustling of his large boots made. Cutting the long vines that covered the green tent he saw a boy around his age, wooden planks surrounding him. "So it wasn't Clarke…" He whispered to himself slightly disappointed. He knocked on one of the planks, hoping to see the hidden face, to see who this beautiful carvings belonged to. But when the brunette boy turned around, he saw his hair tangling down his face. He couldn't recognize who the boy was at first, but when he combed it with his fingers it was John Murphy. "What are you doing here?" Murphy said, turning back, continuing to work on his current project, not bothered to look at Finn as he talked. He carved a straight line on the unfinished chair. It wasn't as good as the other one, but this one is still unfinished. Finn studied Murphy as he carves. He doesn't remember the ark hosting any woodcarving classes but then again he never knew anything about Murphy or what he did to become a delinquent. "If you're just going to stand there, might as well leave." He snapped, finally looking at Finn. "Jeez, I'm just here to see where the trail of paint leads." Finn said innocently. Murphy softened his face then stood up. "Well I don't know about you but I'm leaving. I'm starving." He dropped his knife on the table by the unfinished chair and walked out, but he was quickly blocked with Finn's arm. "But I just got here."
Murphy sighed and sat back on his stool, his eyebrow raising. "So what do you want, Finn?"
"Did you make this?" Finn looked around, touching the smooth carvings. "That's a stupid question since you just saw my making these." Murphy rolled his eyes.
Finn shook his head, trying to hide his embarrassment. But before he could speak he saw Murphy walking out the tent. Finn limped as fast as he can to catch the boy, but the staff was useless. He just shouted his name, asking to wait for him. Murphy just sighed in irritation and went back. Bellamy is the one who often helps Finn but this is a good opportunity to properly ask Murphy.
"I never knew you could carve." Finn said quietly, looking down at the leaves of different colors. Murphy didn't reply, but Finn is sure he heard.

"When I was in the ark my father was sort of a carpenter." Murphy hesitated. Finn never actually knew what happened in Murphy's life. He really didn't care at first—but slowly his story started to take interest in Finn. "On his spare time he often teaches me how to carve—the basics, really. It was really fun." Murphy smiled for a while, but the smile grew to a dark and cold scowl. "But then he was executed by Jaha just because I caught the damn flu."
Finn actually felt sorry for him. He never knew he and his father had a good relationship. Finn barely knew his father. All he knows that he died when he was young and was raised by his mother alone. The only part of his childhood that he enjoyed was Raven. He was his only real friend he had. He had a decent childhood until he turned to a teenager.
He didn't say anything to comfort him, but he was pretty sure Murphy would spit on him if he did. "You're pretty good." Finn mumbled, hoping Murphy could hear. "Thanks," he replied with sly smile.


When they arrived at the fence Finn heard Bellamy awake and shouting. But the way he shouts was different—it was like something important was taken from him. "I guess someone woke Bellamy in the wrong time," Murphy said jokingly, laughing under his breath. Finn ignored him, trying to focus on the leader. "Okay, then…"

Bellamy saw Finn's arm around Murphy's neck. Anger rose into him, probably thinking something had happen to the boy. He ran towards them and then he grabbed Murphy aggressively by the collar shouting in his face. Finn could barely hear what he's shouting. It was like word that he's speaking is jointing from talking way too fast. Clarke saw Bellamy pretty much almost choking the boy; she pushed Bellamy away from Murphy, trying to break their conflict. "What the hell!" Clarke shouted, still pushing him. "Jesus Christ," Finn heard Murphy saying in the distance as he went out the fence fixing his shirt. He saw Octavia running out of the tent along with Jasper and Monty. Octavia gave Bellamy weird glances—a look of suspicion. He tried limping towards Bellamy, grabbing him by the arm, but he just ignored the boy. "Are you okay?" Clarke said from the behind. She grimaced at the sight of Bellamy as he ran away. She put her hand on Finn's shoulder to see his reply. He just nodded then looked back at the girl. The hundred gathered around the recent scene, whispering and giving a look of confusion at Finn. He just followed where Bellamy headed off. The first place he thought was his tent, but when he went there it was empty. The blankets are not folded; the pillows are on the floor, the bed was barely in the same position where it was last night. What the hell happened when he left? He started getting anxious. He went out the tent, limping back and forth, circling around the tent. Minutes turned into hours, Finn couldn't help it but to go outside the camp to look for him. He was sure Clarke wouldn't allow him to go alone because she already knows what happened the last time he went outside. Luckily he found another exit going to the opposite direction on where Murphy's tent was. It was a small hole, but it wasn't small enough for Finn to find a different exit. The only struggle was his leg. It doesn't hurt that much as before, but he still had a hard time lying down. Just imagine if he crawls. Pain shot up to his throat, forcing himself not to scream in agony. He just bit his shirt's sleeve and continued to crawl. He was already covered in mud. There was no doubt he could hide it from Clarke or the others. When he reached the point he looked at his leg, hoping he didn't damage it more. Luckily it didn't. He stood up with the help of the staff; he was struggling to stand up on the steep steps of the woods. Dusk came; the sun is setting in the west. It's apparently fall on where they stood. But it's hot in the afternoon, which is strange since it was already autumn based on the books he studied back in the ark. The temperature begun to drop, Finn began to shiver. "This is probably the coldest it has ever been since we got here," He whispered under his breath, continuing to find Bellamy.
It has been at least half an hour for Finn trying to find Bellamy. He tightened his grip unto his stick as it got colder and colder. Covering himself more with all the fabric he has. He tried shouting for Bellamy—but there was still no reply. "He probably went to the other side" He told himself, almost seeing his breath in the cold air. He turned around taking slow steps going to the direction of the back of the dropship hoping the leader would be there. "God dammit Bellamy, where the hell are you?"
Finn has never been this worried for anymore before. For the first time he felt thoroughly anxious for the person he used to hate. Once despised, he felt utterly confused. But he just couldn't help it. It was like he'll feel more alone without the boy. It felt strange for Finn, of course, but he pretty much didn't care. He barely refused to let go of Bellamy's hand last night, probably the fact no one held his hand for comfort. Not even his mom. He wanted it. Most boys his age, or any other age would feel disgusted with the idea of holding another male's hand whether it was for comfort or anything. He barely refused; he barely cared on what people will think. Finn sighed and looked at the sky. The sun has already set, the moon and the stars has arrived. He has been circling around the camp for a long time now, looking for Bellamy. Finn knew he had to go further, not caring about his leg or Clarke. He shouted for his name once more—but he fell on a boobytrap surely set by the grounders. It was the same one Clarke fell into a few weeks ago. Luckily Finn grabbed into a thick vine before he could fall. He screamed in pain. He tried to pull his body upwards, but he was too weak. Then again he remembered he didn't eat lunch nor breakfast. His stomach growled in the worst possible time. He shouted Bellamy's name one last time, but now it was different. He screamed his name in terror now, hoping he could finally hear. His body felt like it was going to collapse from giving all his strength to save his own damn life. He was sure he was about to fall, but he felt a hand pulling him up with the entire person's might. The man who saved his life was the same person that saved Clarke's life. He finally heard
"Finn!" Bellamy exclaimed, hugging him tightly. Tighter than the first time he hugged him. But now he didn't refuse. He didn't refuse…

"I'm really sorry—I'm so" Finn hushed Bellamy. The leader was crying, the first he had ever cried on Earth. It felt really strange, but Finn could barely care. "Its fine" He whispered in Bellamy's ear, smiling slightly. He heard a group of people running towards them. They probably heard Finn screaming. The first one who came to them was Octavia and Clarke. They shared anxious looks at Bellamy and Finn. They probably disturbed some of the people who have slept. "We heard screaming and—"
"We're fine now, it's okay." Finn interrupted Clarke, nodding at her. "Can you walk?" Bellamy said, looking at Finn. He wiped the remaining tears in his eyes, trying very hard to hide it from the others, but Octavia noticed. She raised her eyebrow at Bellamy, but not unkindly. "I think so" Finn said attempting to stand up with the help of Bellamy's shoulder. But it was no use. Pain shot into Finn's throat, screeching in pain. He looked at his leg and saw it bleeding. The stitches were now open. He was probably sliced when he fell but never noticed it. He felt Bellamy trying to carry him in his arms. Finn wrapped his on the leader's neck, his chin on his shoulder, he saw Clarke smiling at him on his view—but her smile has a mixture of concern and fear. Then he caught Octavia looking at his brother. The same look she gave him back at camp, but he didn't bother to care and just slept on Bellamy's shoulder.


Bellamy laid Finn on his bed, kissing him again on his forehead. His wounds are now stitched up and wrapped with clean clothing. He covered him with a blanket, two blankets actually. Finn stopped shivering and slumbered back in peace.
Bellamy suddenly clenched his hand and his eyes started to bawl. "I did this," he told himself, "this is all my fault!" he ran outside, kicking and pushing everything in his way. He didn't care if the hundred was asleep or not because all he cared about was keeping Finn away from danger, a promise to himself now broken.
Octavia saw Bellamy sitting beside a tree, his arms wrapped around his knee, eyes red. But Octavia knew what it was about. She noticed. "You love the boy don't you?" she started, looking at her brother with warm eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?" He wiped his tears like it was dirt as he looked up at her. He stood up and walked away from his sister like he heard nothing. "Cut the crap, Bellamy. Its pretty obvious." she then sighed, "Even if you think you don't like him in that way, or it's just a sign or friendship I know you love him. You never cry for someone—unless you truly care for them. I've seen the way you look at him, with such passion. You've slept with a lot of women before, but you've stopped after Finn's accident. You never took care of someone so much, except for me but that's entirely different. You care for him, you love him, just admit it!" Bellamy ignored her, but he knows everything that she said was true. Finn did change him alot. He can't stop thinking her words.
"I guess I do love him,"

Bellamy went back to his tent, walking towards the sleeping boy. He stared at him for a while, studying every inch of his face. But he mainly focused on his lips, having an urge to touch it with his own. Not knowing how long he has wanted this. He suddenly remembered Finn's question that he never answered: "Why are you so eager to help me?"
the reason why he didn't reply because he never had an answer. All he knows that he can't stop himself from helping him or following him wherever he goes—but now hearing Octavia's words, he finally has an answer. He leaned down towards the boy's lips, now touching his own to Finn's. The warm touch made Bellamy want more. He was sure Finn wouldn't feel or wake up from it because of his exhaustion so he kissed him without getting alert, but he did feel it—since he was awake.


My apologies if some of the dialogues are boring. I'm a basic person... :P
But the chapter is longer than usual so hooray for that :D
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