Jordan was trying very hard not to show how nervous she was, just so that kids around her wouldn't start anything. However, she wasn't doing a great job at it. She wasn't pacing around the ship, but she was tapping her fingers on her leg and looking around at the room. She stepped outside every minute or so incase the storm had calmed down or if Bellamy and his group was back, but they never were. Her nerves were showing and creating a slight panic in the group.

Every so often there was a group of three kids coming in after gathering blankets and supplies they'd need to ride out the storm. Unfortunately for Jordan, they were still missing a crucial few, like their leader and such. "Hold it back!" Jordan snapped as the tarp got loose from some hands. One kid sent her a scared look that she didn't see, as she turned her attention to Clarke and Raven behind her.

She knew that they were trying to contact the Ark, but she didn't have much hope. Bellamy had done a good job trashing their radio and now they desperately needed it.

"The hundred are alive," she heard Raven say into the radio and some part deep inside of Jordan smiled. They weren't completely alone now, but she tuned out again, seeing Octavia bolt out the door.

She moved to go after her, but Monty held her back, shaking his head. "She's going to get some of my moonshine for Clarke," he told her, but she wasn't pleased.

"She should have asked me!" Jordan yelled angrily, gaining more attention from the kids around her.

"You don't want to be like Bellamy, Jordan," Monty whispered to her, causing her anger to disappear quickly. It was replaced by guilt immediately, though she was thankful that the younger Blake hadn't seen her overprotective outburst.

"Clarke," a new voice said and Jordan finally tuned back into what was going on around her. "This is the Chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?" Jordan turned to face Clarke, seeing the blonde already looking at her.

Jordan nodded at Clarke, telling her that it was okay to talk, she wouldn't be mad. She was starting to feel controling and a lot like Bellamy, something that worried her. "Yes, the Earth is survivable. We're not alone."

"Clarke," Jordan began, leaving the door for the radio. "We've gotta close those doors as soon as Octavia get's back."

"Jordan," a voice crackled through the radio and Jordan's eyes widened, "is that you?" Clarke stared at Jordan who stared at the radio, almost expecting to see her father come through.

"Yeah," she finally answered. A big bang tore Jordan's eyes away from the radio to look at the door. She winced, "How bad is the storm? We've got people out there and I need to know if we can wait or not."

Back on the Ark, Marcus almost smiled, she was turning out to be a remarkable young woman and her leadership on the ground would most likely allow for him to see her when the rest of the Ark followed them down to the ground.

"It's a big hurricane," her father answered and Jordan bit her lip. It was up to her or Clarke with the door, and they couldn't wait much longer.

"Mom," Clarke started after a long pause, and Jordan followed the girl's gaze to Finn, "he's dying. The knife is still in his chest."

"Clarke." Jaha came through the radio and Jordan turned away from Finn to the radio. "Is my son with you?" Jordan and Clarke shared a sad look before Jordan nodded, taking the responsibility of telling Jaha.

"I'm so sorry," Jordan said, her mind going to finding his dead body, with Charlotte's terrorized cries following. Atom was next. "Wells is- Wells is dead." Jordan could only imagine how he was feeling about the news. Everyone up there had to have been holding out hope for their kids, just because the bracelets had stopped transmitting signs didn't mean the 100 were dead.

"I'm going to talk you through it, step by step," Abby's voice came through broken on the radio and Jordan nodded. "Clarke… just five… to get to medical."

"What!" Clarke asked leaning in.

"Raven, what's wrong?" Jordan asked walking over to the girl.

"It's not the radio, it's the storm," she answered and Jordan nodded, she should have assumed as much. There was more crackling voice and Jordan looked around. She'd give Bellamy five more minutes, then the door was closing.

Octavia came through seconds later and Jordan relaxed, not realizing how nervous she was. The younger Blake had two canisters in her hands, both holding Monty's moonshine. Jordan and Clarke ran over to her, Clarke grabbing one and opening it up.

"Ugh," she groaned, closing the thing back up. "Monty's moonshine?"

"Pretty sure no germ could survive it," Octavia said under handedly, and if they weren't in a horrible situation Jordan would have highfived her for the comment. There was a loud boom and Jordan winced, she really wanted to give Bellamy the five minutes. Clarke looked up at her and then to the doors.

"Jordan we need-"

"You deal with Finn and I will handle the storm," Jordan spat walking away to the door and watching. There was no way she would be able to see if they were coming until they were in the ship unfortunately.

"You're not going to close the doors, are you?" she heard Octavia ask.

"Three minutes," was Jordan's only response.

"It's okay, they'll find somewhere to ride it out," Clarke comforted, but Jordan didn't know. Bellamy was stubborn and would want to get back to camp.

"One stitching needle," she heard Raven say but Jordan didn't take her eyes off of the door.

"Great, I still need something to close the wound." Jordan was still counting down. Two minutes.

"There's so wire on the second level. I used it for the tents," Octavia told the blonde girl who nodded.

"Let's see it."

"Stay away from the blue wires that run through the ceiling. I rigged it to the solar cells in the roof. That means they're hot! You got that?" Octavia was gone from Jordan's side, but she still looked outside.

"Yeah, I got that."

"Tell me you can do this," Jordan heard Raven plead with Clarke and she finally looked away from the door to the duo.

One min-

"Hey! They're back!" Jordan whipped her head around at the words, just barely stopping herself from going to hug Bellamy.

"Bellamy!" Octavia shouted and Jordan finally saw why Bellamy went back out. The grounder.

The grounder fell to the ground and Octavia walked over to to the two. "The hell are you doing?" She asked and Jordan nodded, she knew Bellamy was mad at the grounder because he took Octavia, though it did not justify his actions.

"It's time to get some answers," he answered.

"Oh you mean revenge?" Octavia corrected and Jordan smirked, in the week they had been here, Octavia was becoming a lot more independent.

"I mean intel," Bellamy corrected, sending Jordan a sharp look which she ignored. He turned to the boys who carried in the grounder. "Get him upstairs." Clarke joined the three, looking to Jordan for back up.

"Bellamy, she's right." Clarke gave Jordan a sharp look to tell her to back her up, but Jordan made a point of not looking at the blonde. Instead she stared a Bellamy, she knew that the man wanted to pin everything wrong in their camp on the grounder, but he had to know that wouldn't be possible.

"Clarke, okay we're ready. Can you hear me?" Abby's voice asked through the radio and Bellamy looked to Raven, surprised at the noise. Clarke looked away too and Jordan sighed, they needed the Ark to survive, everyone needed to know that.

Clarke realized that Jordan wasn't going to help her in the way she wanted and took things into her hands. "Look," she gave both Bellamy and Jordan the pointed look, "this is not who we are."

"Clarke?" Abby asked again, and Jordan looked to Bellamy.

"It is now," he said finally.

Octavia protested with a shake of her head but Bellamy ignored her, going up the ladder and to the third floor.

Clarke shook her head, disappointed in Jordan, who was angry at them. "One," she started, her eyebrows going up along with her voice, "I can't control Bellamy. And two, in case anyone wants to care, we need answers. Now, I'm not saying we do it Bellamy's twisted way, but we need them." Clarke stared at Jordan, biting back an angry retort.

"What're you doing up here?" He asked meeting her at the trap door.

"Here to make sure you don't regret whatever you're about to do."

"I know what I'm doing, Jordan."

"Do you?" She asked quirking an eyebrow. Bellamy huffed, stepping to the side and letting her in completely and she sent him a smirk, though it wasn't a teasing one. Derek and Miller were tying up the unconscious grounder with much difficulty, but Jordan and Bellamy didn't help, both just standing there and watching. "You're not going to torture him." It wasn't a question, she wasn't going to let him do that.

"Yes I-"

"He's here for intel Bellamy, not for revenge. If you plan on torturing him then you'll have to knock me out." He stared at her with an annoyed face, but she wasn't looking at him, she was watching the grounder.

He shot up from his position and Jordan jerked back from his sudden movement, her heart racing. Bellamy's hand fell on the small of her back and he sent her an unreadable look, it was like he wanted her to not be there because he was worried for her, not because she would stand in his way.

"Tie him tighter. The last thing we need is this bastard getting free because you screwed up," Bellamy said to Miller, the softness in his look to Jordan gone in an instant. Jordan watched him struggle against the bonds, looking around at the four in the room until his eyes fell on something in the back. Jordan looked behind to see what the grounder was looking at. Octavia.

"Octavia, get out of here," Miller said.

"I told you he was protecting me. You didn't have to do this." It was directed at Bellamy, though jordan did notice that Octavia avoided her eyes.

"This isn't about you. I'm doing this for all of us."

"You did that for all of us?" Octavia asked in an accusatory tone, looking over at the grounder.

"I did that for Finn and Jasper and Diggs and John and Roma."

"It wasn't even him," Octavia pleaded. Jordan was about to say something when Bellamy cut her off.

"You don't know that! We need to know what we're up against. How many there are and why they're killing us." Jordan was almost scared of the tone that Bellamy had. "And he's gonna tell us right now." He started to walk to the grounder but Octavia tried to pull him back.

"No, Bellamy, please," Octavia grabbed Bellamy's hand to pull him away.

"Miller, get her out of here," Bellamy said shaking off his sister's hands.

"I was there!" Octavia yelled, "I- Hey, get… Get off of me!" Octavia ripped her arms out of Miller's grasp as the grounder fought with the restraints. Jordan narrowed her eyes at the tied up man. "You're pathetic," Octavia spat, "I don't even think he speaks English. He won't understand you." Jordan opened her eyes to watch the grounder as he moved around to keep his eyes on Octavia the whole time.

"Oh, I think he will." Jordan looked away from the captive to Bellamy, seeing his eyes harden. Jordan took a deep breath, catching Bellamy's attention and dragging it away from the grounder. "You don't need to be here for this, Jordan."

"I think I'll stay," she shot back harshly.

-:-

"What's your name?" Jordan asked standing next to Bellamy in front of the grounder. There was only silence. "What's your name?" she repeated, her voice taking on a harder edge. They had been getting nowhere for the last ten minutes.

She clenched her jaw in irritation, Bellamy's hand going to her arm and pulling her back just as the ship shook. Bellamy stumbled back a few steps, his hand still clamped on to Jordan's arm, pulling her back with him and then falling to the ground, Jordan on top of him.

Seconds after they fell Bellamy groaned. He let go of Jordan's arm, but she didn't get up right away, instead letting her head fall on his chest and trying to catch her breath. "You okay?" Bellamy asked, and Jordan felt his chest rise and fall with every word he said. Unfortunately, it reminded her too much of the intimate time they spent together a year ago.

"I'm okay," she answered quietly, pushing herself off of him. "You?" She asked this time, giving him a hand for help.

"Good," he answered after a nod. She nodded at him as well. Jordan looked around the room and sighed in relief when she saw that the grounder was still tied up. Miller went to check the bondages while Jordan picked up one of the lamps by the open hatch. Drew must have gone down there.

"What the hell was that? We under attack or not?" Bellamy asked as Drew came back up.

"Storm damage. We're okay," he answered pulling himself up. Jordan and Bellamy shared a relieved look, both of their shoulders falling almost in the same fashion. It was uncanny their similarities, something that happened because of how close they grew up.

"We're gonna try this one more time," Bellamy said after looking away from Jordan and to the grounder. He walked to the front of the grounder. "What's your name? Where's your camp? How many of you are there?" Jordan stood in the back this time, trying to see if she could read the grounder and pick at him.

"Hey," Miller interjected, "check it out." Bellamy looked over at Jordan who was standing over Miller. She looked down at what Miller had in his hand, her eyebrows raising in confusion. Bellamy approached with Drew, both kneeling down to see the box Miller had. "What is all this stuff?"

"Hell knows," Jordan muttered, looking up at the grounder. Bellamy took the book that Miller handed him, opening up the strap much to the grounder's dislike.

"Think we found something he doesn't want us to see, Jordan," he muttered and Jordan nodded. She crouched down next to him as he went flipping through the book. "These aren't bad." Jordan looked up at the grounder to see him stare at her with more emotion than he had been showing since he was put in there. When she looked back down, Bellamy had the book open to a page with a drawing of Octavia on it.

Jordan put her hand on Bellamy's forearm, but he didn't look at her. She took the book from his hands, flipping to the next page. Their camp. "It's our camp," she whispered.

"I'm guessing if we counted all those marks, it would add up to 103."

"Ten are crossed out," Miller muttered, looking at Jordan and Bellamy.

"That's how many people we've lost," Bellamy responded, pushing himself up and walking to stand in front of the grounder. "They've been watching us ever since we got here."

"Bellamy," Jordan began after a few minutes of them staring at the grounder. "We're new people, they have every right to watch us." Bellamy whipped around to look at her, his eyes burning into hers.

"Get the hell out of my way," they heard Clarke say, bringing the two out of their intense stare down. The sexual tension between them was going up to a level it had never been to before.

"Let her through," Jordan said to Drew, who looked to Bellamy for confirmation, which he gave. Jordan rolled her eyes, annoyed by Drew's confirmation with Bellamy.

"Well, if he didn't hate us before, he does now." Clarke gave Bellamy an angry look, sparing Jordan from her disapproving look then. Bellamy looked between Jordan and Clarke, both were looking at him expectantly, though Clarke's look was slightly different than Jordan's. With a sigh he grabbed both of their arms and pulled them away from the grounder.

"Who cares?" Bellamy asked when they were away from the other three. "How's Finn?"

"Alive," Clarke answered. "His people will care," she said in reference to the grounder hanging up. "How long until they figure out where he is? And what happens when they do? I mean, when they come looking for him? They will, Bellamy."

"Relax, princess. No one saw us take him." Jordan nodded along side of Clarke, suddenly not knowing what she thought was right. "He was chained up in that cave the entire time, and thanks to the storm, we didn't see a soul on the way back." There was a loud bang from above and they all looked up. "Ok," Bellamy began, bringing out the notebook and flipping through to show Clarke what they were looking at a while ago. "In case you missed it, his people are already killing us. How many more of our people need to die until you realize we're fighting a war?"

"We're not soldiers, Bellamy," Jordan finally whispered, gaining both of their attention. "Look at him. We can't win."

"You're right," he said, but Jordan knew he wasn't agreeing with them. "We can't, if we don't fight."

"What would we even fight with?" Jordan asked angrily throwing her hands up in the air.

"Clarke, he's seizing!" Raven's voice came through the ship. Clarke's eyes widened.

"On my way!" she yelled and went to the hatch, but Jordan wasn't done with Bellamy.

"We have no weapons. Those kids out there don't know how to fight. Probably fifteen of them were in The Skybox for murder, Bellamy we can't win if we fight, you have to know that."

"If you have no faith in us, then why are you here?" Bellamy stared at her, anger brewing just under the surface.

"No faith and common sense are two different things, Bellamy!" But Jordan's anger had boiled over and she didn't want to deal with an incompetent Bellamy.

"Go downstairs, Jordan." She narrowed her eyes on him, but he wouldn't back down. "Go downstairs, Jordan." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And if I don't?" She asked.

"Go."

She looked away from him to the ceiling before giving in. "Fuck you, Bellamy." She went to the ladder and swung her legs around to the rungs. She was only down a few rungs when the hatch was shut.

"Jordan?" Octavia asked, seeing the girl with a very annoyed face on plant her feet firmly on the floor. "What happened?"

"You're brother is dick!" She yelled the last word, making sure that Bellamy heard it on the level above. When she was done seething she turned to Octavia, "I forgot how hard it is to get through to him."

"Welcome to the club," Octavia muttered harshly.

Jordan sat back against the ladder with a bored look, though she was far from bored. Her mind was occupied with what Bellamy could be doing to the grounder and Finn's condition. She couldn't hear what was going on in either level, so she and everyone else was left to their imagination. Until Clarke came scrambling up the ladder.

"They locked the hatch," Jordan said without any care.

"Yeah well, they better open it," she said in a tone that made Jordan sit up straight. She wasn't happy about something. She pounded on the hatch. "Hey!" She pounded on it again. "Open the door!" A few seconds later the door was opened and Miller's face was in the hatch. "Get out of my way, Miller. Now!" Jordan followed Clarke up the ladder, thankful that the grounder didn't look any different than when she went down a few minutes before. "What's on this?" She asked holding up the knife.

"What are you talking about?" Bellamy asked.

"He poisoned the blade. All this time, you knew Finn was gonna die no matter what we did. What is it? Is there an antidote?"

"Clarke, he doesn't understand you." That was Octavia trying to save the grounder.

"Vials," Jordan breathed, looking at Bellamy. He nodded and they went for the box with the vials. There was a cling but Jordan didn't look up from rifling through the box to see what it was. "It's gotta be here. He's not stupid enough to have a poison around this long without an antidote."

"Which one?" Clarke asked.

"Answer the question!" Bellamy shouted.

"Show us," Octavia pleaded. "Please."

"Which one? Our friend is dying down there and you can stop that." Jordan was surprisingly silent, unable to think of what was right, and she felt so stupid for it. Clarke shared a look with Bellamy, pleading with him to do something.

"I'll get him to talk," Bellamy said harshly.

"Bellamy," Jordan breathed, "no." Octavia grabbed Bellamy's arm to try and stop him, but he was stronger than her.

"He wants Finn to die. Why can't you see that? Why can't either of you see that?" Jordan bit her lip, staring at Bellamy. "Do you want him to live or not?"

"Of course I want him to live!" Jordan shouted, "but not because of this!"

"Clarke, you even said it yourself," Octavia muttered, "this is not who we are! He was protecting me. He saved my life."

"We're talking about Finn's life!" Jordan shut her eyes in confusion, because she knew that Bellamy had some part of him that was grateful to the grounder, but now they had to think about Finn, and what was best for him.

"Do it," Clarke answered and Bellamy went to a strap. Octavia shook her head as Jordan opened her eyes.

"Just tell us!" Octavia pleaded, trying to a step to the grounder but Miller and Drew held her back.

"You're gonna show us the antidote or you're gonna wish you had," Bellamy said coming back with a cut seat belt. They had to find the antidote; they had to. But the way that Bellamy was going wasn't the only way. And Jordaan couldn't think of another way. She used to be so quick on her feet, but now she had no idea.

"Jordan," Octavia called, pulling Jordan out of her train of thought. "Jordan please, you can stop him."

Octavia was giving her a hopeful look, but she couldn't think of anything, she didn't deserve the look Octavia gave her. "Which one is the antidote?" Jordan asked, taking the box from Clarke and bringing it in front of the grounder. "Please tell us. Please save our friend." She could have sworn that his eyes flickered to the left, but it wasn't enough for her. Bellamy put his hand on Jordan's shoulder, pulling her back gently.

Bellamy shook out his arm with the seat belt in it, warming it up for what he was about to do. Jordan wanted to plead with Bellamy to not do what he was willing to do, but there was no other way for her to prevent him. There was no other way to get the answers from him.

The first whip came when Jordan was blinking, and she was thankful, but she could still see the red mark on the man's chest.

"Just tell them," Clarke pleaded, taking the box from Jordan's hand and getting down on her knees.

He didn't say or do anything though, and Bellamy brought her to stand behind him.

Jordan grabbed Octavia's arm, pulling her into a hug that didn't allow her to see what was going on. But Jordan watched. For some twisted reason in her mind, she made herself watch what Bellamy did, and she didn't know why.

After a few minutes of the torture Octavia got out of Jordan's arms and turned to watch. "Clarke! He's getting worse!" They heard Raven call up. Jordan and Clarke shared a hesitant glance.

"Go check up on him," Clarke said and Jordan nodded.

She was down on the ladder in matter of seconds, seeing Finn cough up something. And then everything stopped. Jordan ran to Finn's side, glad that she took the Health class on the Ark. She shoved Raven out of the way because she was crying from not knowing what to do.

"CPR?" Raven asked when she saw that Jordan was pushing on Finn's chest. Jordan only nodded, pushing for another 13 seconds before Finn coughed up more of the fluid in his lungs. Jordan sighed and fell back while Raven calmed down a little bit. "Are they getting anything out of him?" Raven asked and Jordan shook her head.

There was a thud from outside and Jordan grimaced. She didn't like rain so much anymore. "Do you think they'll get anywhere with him?"

"I don't know Raven!" Jordan yelled and Raven took a step back. "I just don't fucking know!"

"Sorry," Raven mumbled. Jordan shook her head, watching the girl go to the ladder and up it. She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

There had to be another way for them to get the answers from the grounder, she just didn't know it. Still.

She was down there wallowing in her self-pity when the lights started flickering. She pushed herself up and walked to the ladder. Things must've been awkward when Clarke saved Finn, almost as awkward between her and Bellamy. The tension could be cut with a...

Her eyes widened in shock and she went up the ladder. She pushed the hatch open and saw the knife right next to it. She grabbed it and pushed herself to her feet, seeing Raven push wires into the grounder a chest.

She winced as the grounder convulsed from the electricity, but now she had a plan. Octavia ripped the knife from Jordan's hand.

"No more!" Octavia yelled, showing everyone she had the knife.

"He's letting Finn die," Raven said harshly. That's when Jordan realized Octavia was using the knife on herself, and so did Bellamy.

"Octavia, no!" He yelled as she cut herself.

"He won't let me die," she said to him. She grabbed the vials and kneels in front of the grounder.

"Octavia, what the hell did you-" Jordan pulled Bellamy back from his sister, letting her do what she needed. It was the right thing, no matter how long it took her to find out.

Octavia was pointing to each individual vial for the grounder, and when he finally told her it was like a weight was lifted off of the room.

"Thank you," Clarke said to Octavia after taking the vial from her and going down the ladder. Octavia wrapped some cloth around her cut and got up, pushing Bellamy's hand away.

"Don't touch me."

-:-

"Jordan?" It was Octavia. "He said thank you to me," she whispered sitting down next to the girl in their tent. Octavia wasn't really mad at Jordan, because the girl seemed to be putting enough pressure on herself.

"I should've thought of it sooner, then every..." Octavia put her hand on Jordan's arm making her stop.

"The only people that should be mad at themselves are Bellamy, Clarke and Raven. You didn't do anything."

"But I didn't stop them. I knew there was a better way, I knew it. And yet- I'm supposed to be doing something, and I just couldn't fucking think. I feel so-"

"Jordan," this time it was the other Blake that spoke. Both Octavia and Jordan looked up at Bellamy, seeing him shake his head. "Can I speak to her alone, Octavia?"

Octavia nodded, leaving the tent without sparing a glance at the two. "What?" Jordan asked. It wasn't a hostile question, she was just tired and she just... "I thought it would be so much different," she muttered into her hands. "And I don't why."

Bellamy put his hand on hers, grabbing her fingers and intertwining them, a gesture that hasn't been done in a while. "I'm sorry. I feel like I..."

"You did what you thought you needed to do. I'm not mad."

"But you're upset."

"Of course I'm upset, Bellamy! I should've said something-"

"It's not easy being in charge, you know that."

"Yeah well, it's not easy just leaving it alone."

So here's the next chapter. I really like it because of Jordan's part. We see her struggle with what's right, her need to always think of the right thing. She developed it when she was young it will be a recurring theme throughout the series. I'm excited for her in the next episodes, things really pick up.

So did you guys watch the episode on Thursday? I'm looking forward to the rest of season.