Chapter 4

After finding Wells' body, Derek had hoped to keep it as quiet as possible, to prevent mass hysteria, some girl had followed him and her scream woke everyone else.

Hours later, Wells was buried and everyone was working on reinforcing the wall. Derek had been carrying logs around when Stiles came up to him with a worried look.

"You've been working for hours, you need to take a break."

"I'm fine." Derek grunted, dropping the log he had been carrying on his shoulder next to the wall. He reached for the makeshift axe but was stopped by Stiles grabbing his hand and dragging him away.

"It's cute how you thought that was a suggestion." Stiles smirked as Derek let himself be dragged away, grumbling. Stiles sat with his back to the dropship and led Derek so that he was sitting in front of him, his back against Stiles' chest. "Here, drink all of it." He said, handing Derek a small bottle of water.

"Yes master." Derek replied in a deadpan voice.

They sat in silence, Derek's head leaning on his boyfriend's shoulder. He could feel Stiles' hands fidgeting on each side of his waist.

"Are you alright?" Derek frowned as he stretched his neck to look at Stiles behind him.

"Yeah, yeah, it's nothing."

"Stiles." Derek insisted. Stiles sighed deeply, dropping his head down to lean against Derek's shoulder.

"It's just… I can't figure out why the grounders killed Wells." He finally said, looking back up.

"Do they need a reason?"

"No, I guess not, but… So far, the grounders only attacked Jasper when he crossed their territory, and they didn't even kill him. If they wanted to kill us, why wait for so long? And why just kill Wells? They probably outnumber us, they have more weapons and they probably know how to fight better than us… It makes no sense."

"But if it wasn't the grounders then-"

"It was one of us."

Before Derek could answer, they heard a shout not far from them. When they looked up they saw Connor being restrained by two of Murphy's goons as he tried to reach the smug bastard himself. Later, they heard that Murphy had literally pissed on Connor just because the guy was sitting down and asked for water.

"Get back to work!" Murphy shouted at everyone. He glanced at the resting couple quickly then walked away.

"Guess who's suspect number one on my list." Stiles said as they both stared at Murphy's retreating back.

…

After another hour of hard labour, both Derek and Stiles got tired of listening to Murphy pushing people to work harder. They decided to take a break and walk around the perimeter. They started to walk in silence but once they were far enough from the others, Stiles grabbed Derek's hand to get his attention.

"So… I was thinking, maybe, once the wall is up, we could…" Stiles said without finishing his sentence.

"What?"

"You know… we could… do it."

"Do wha-" Derek started to answer before suddenly stopping his step and turning to stare at his boyfriend. "Are you seriously talking about… what I think you're talking about?"

"If you think I'm talking about sex, then yes, it's definitely what I'm talking about."

"Stiles…" Derek said with a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

"What? Isn't that what couples do?"

"That's not why I… Don't you think we have better things to think about? I mean; we're on Earth, where there's apparently a bunch of savages who don't seem too friendly. And we live with criminals, one of which probably killed Wells-" Derek started ranting until Stiles interrupted him.

"And our people are probably dying in the Ark as we speak, and we're running out of food, and probably loads of other bad stuff I don't remember. I know, but… maybe we should just think about the good stuff once in awhile."

Derek raised both his eyebrows and smirked.

"And the good stuff is sex?"

"Well I just meant us, like, being together, but I sure hope the sex will be good to…" Stiles mumbled while staring at his feet.

Derek took him in his arms and kissed his forehead tenderly.

"It will be, just… not now, okay? Besides, unless you fancy everyone hearing us or doing it in the middle of the forest, there's no place where we could… be in private."

"At that rate, we're never going to have sex…" Stiles grumbled as they started to walk again.

A few moments later, they heard shouts coming from the camp.

"Is Bellamy making a speech again?" Stiles joked, but then they heard people crying out 'Float him!' over and over again. They ran back to camp but by the time they got there, Bellamy was kicking the box on which Murphy had been standing with a noose around his neck.

Murphy was struggling, dangling from the rope they had tied to a tree. He was surrounded by the others, most of which were cheering. Up close Stiles saw that Murphy had been beaten and gagged and he was covered in mud. Below him, Clarke was crying and pushed Bellamy away.

"This is on you Princess! You should have kept you mouth shut!" Bellamy screamed at her. Suddenly, Finn appeared.

"What the hell are you doing!" He shouted. "Charlotte, get out of here now!" He said to the youngest of the hundred, a girl who barely looked fourteen, before making his way towards Bellamy.

Connor stopped him, a makeshift knife in his hand, but before anything could happened Charlotte yelled "Stop, okay! Murphy didn't kill Wells!" Everyone froze around her. "I did!" She finally said.

While everyone was looking at Charlotte in disbelief, Clarke and Finn cut Murphy down and he was thankfully still breathing.

…

After Charlotte's confession, things escalated quickly. Clarke, Finn and Bellamy interrogated her in one of the tents while everyone waited outside but Murphy refused to wait and called out for her. He wanted her to hang for the crime he had almost been executed for but his goons were the only people who agreed. Instead, he decided to get vengeance on his own. He knocked down Bellamy with a piece of wood as he was walking back to the tent to get to the girl, but Clarke, Finn and Charlotte were gone when he got in.

Now it was the middle of the night and Murphy and his group were chasing them in the forest. Bellamy had disappeared after them and everyone else were freaking out.

Stiles and Derek were laying in each other's arms in their cabin, under their only blanket.

"We should leave." Derek said after a long silence.

"What?" Stiles sat up and turned to look at him.

"We don't have to stay here with them. We'd be better off on our own."

"Derek-"

"You saw what they did Stiles! I mean, Murphy's a dick, sure, but they were going to kill him without a trial, and without proof that he had killed Wells. They didn't even take the time to think about it."

"But… the grounders…"

"I know but… I don't really feel safe here either. Besides, the grounders know where we are, the dropship isn't really conspicuous. It'd be easier to hide from them if it's just the two of us."

They stared at each other for a moment, then Stiles sighed and layed back on Derek's chest.

"Can we just… give them another chance? Maybe this thing with Charlotte will snap some sense into them."

"Fine…" Derek sighed. "But I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"So… business as usual then." Stiles snorted, earning a light slap upside the head.

…

Hours later, someone woke them up and they all stood in circle as Clarke told them what had happened; Charlotte had jumped off a cliff when Murphy had cornered them. As a result, Murphy was banished. It was a relief, in a way, but Derek was still uneasy about staying with the others.

Not long after that, as they were trying to go back to sleep, Stiles jerked up holding his arm and his wristband fell from his wrist on its own.

"What the hell?" He whispered before hearing people getting agitated outside. Stiles jumped up and ran out of their shelter, followed closely by Derek. Inside the dropship they found Octavia, Clarke, Jasper and Monty looking dejectedly at an opened wristband connected to wires.

"What the hell happened?" Stiles shouted at them.

"Hum… I was trying to find a way to use the wristbands to communicate with the Ark but… it kinda fried them all." Monty said apologetically.

Stiles didn't answer, he just turned to Derek and buried his face in his boyfriend's chest to hide the tears falling from his eyes. "They're gonna die…" Stiles whimpered. Derek tried to find words to convince him that his father would be fine but at that point he couldn't think of anything. Instead he wrapped his arm around Stiles shoulders and led him back to their cabin.

"Maybe you were right…" Stiles whispered bitterly as they layed back down. "Maybe we'd be better off on our own."