A/N: You may notice that I use metres instead of feet, or mum instead of mom, but as you may have seen, I am Australian, so these just come naturally to me, but if it puts any of you off, just let me know and I'll change it in future chapters. Okay, so chapter 3, we're going to explore the same day as in the previous 2 chapters, but this time, from Octavia's perspective. I hope you all like it, follow, favourite, review; all are greatly appreciated. Happy reading guys x

Octavia

I ventured outside my tent earlier than usual; there was barely any shift in the sky, with first light still a while off. I never get up this early, but today it was necessary. Lincoln had asked me upon my last visit to meet up with him, at his cave, just on dawn, because he had something to show me. My heart skips a beat as I think of our last meeting, him gazing at me with love. His hands, usually made for violence and killing, brushing gently over my skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I smile at the memory, and shake my head, trying to dislodge it from my mind. I won't be able to get out of here undetected if I can't stop thinking about him.

I scan the wall and notice most of the guards lethargically bumbling around. Brilliant, the shift change would be happening soon, so they're all exhausted. I have to get out before they leave, or I'll be caught for sure. I slip around the side of my tent, to the little gateway I made. No guards patrol this area anymore, ever since I suggested to Bellamy that they were waking me up with their pacing and talking in the early hours in the morning. I almost feel bad for using him like that, but it's the first time in a while that his overprotective nature has worked in my favour. The guards can still see behind my tent, but there's a blind spot, perfect for my needs. It's not flawless, but the gate does its job.

With one last look towards the fatigued guards, I dart out of the gate and close it silently behind me. Using the cover of darkness and trees, I hurry forward until I'm well out of the eye line of the camp. The woods were just as beautiful at night, if not more so. They have a haunted feel to them, which when it doesn't frighten you to death, makes you feel exhilarated. It must be the adrenaline coursing through my veins at the thought of defying my brother and leaving the safety of home behind me. The thought of this being home doesn't take me by surprise like it should; it seems more like an epiphany than anything. Being confined to one room for most of my life, being hidden away like a dirty secret in that cramped hole under the floor, none of those things amount to a life, or a home. Hell, I had more freedom in the skybox than I did in that so called home. No, Earth is where I belong. It may not be the epitome of independence, not with Bellamy always watching me, telling me what I can and can't do, who I can and can't see, but it's better than anything I've known before. Especially, when you bring Lincoln into the mix. He doesn't treat me like a weak little girl who needs protecting, he's even teaching me how to defend myself and become a warrior. There's nothing more freeing than the time I spend with him.

As my thoughts drift around, I hear a faint groan in the distance; I stiffen instantly. I reach for the knife Bellamy gave me when we first landed, and hold it firmly in my right hand, while I grab a second dagger, one from Lincoln, in my left. I approach the area where the sound came from, with caution, and see an arm barely visible behind a tree, a few metres in front of me. I hurdle the final bush between myself and the possible assailant, and I drop my weapons in shock. I was lucky to not have stabbed myself in the foot.

Miller wasn't so lucky…

I was too stunned to even scream, but I hurried back to camp immediately. There was no way I could get him back, alone. I convinced one of the wearied guards that they let me out for a walk, and the situation with Miller was too severe for anyone to ask any questions. Or so I thought.

It took my brother and three other guys about an hour to get Miller back to camp, by that time Clarke and I were already prepping for their return. I briefed her on what I remembered of Miller's injuries, she followed along well for someone who had just received a hell of a wake-up call. Clarke was certainly not a morning person, and everyone in camp knew it, but she looked more fatigued than usual. I didn't have time to dwell on it, because Miller was being carried into the dropship by Bellamy, and two others, whose faces were blurs right now. All that mattered was Miller, and the three spears sticking out of him. I heard Clarke's sharp intake of air. Even after everything I told her, she still wasn't prepared for what she saw. Hell, I was barely prepared and I was the one who found him. Three spears sticking out of a person doesn't get any less horrific the longer you look at it, if anything it only gets worse. One in his thigh, one in his shoulder, and the last at his hip. I couldn't tell whether the poor bastard was lucky or cursed to still be alive.

Clarke and I have been working together in the med bay for a little while now, so I knew how to help without getting in the way. She's so efficient and calm, no matter the situation, it's amazing to watch. I've been trying to learn from her so I can be more of a help around this camp, and take some of the pressure off her. I'm nowhere near her level, which comes from years and years of practice, but I'm a fast learner and I'm determined. Everyone may joke how she's the Princess, but if anything, I'm more of a princess around here. At least with this training, I'm not so useless. Together we get the first spear out of his leg, she stitches it up and then I bandage it with scraps of cloth while she moves onto the second spear in his shoulder. The same thing happens with the second spear, except as I finish the bandage, Bellamy comes in.

"O, I need to talk to you," when I don't begin to move straight away he adds, "Now, Octavia. I need you to tell me exactly what happened out there, and why you were with Miller."

"Bell, I can't. We're trying to save his life at the moment if you hadn't noticed." I look to Clarke to see what she needs me to do next, but Bellamy interrupts again.

"To me it looks like Clarke is the one saving his life, not you. Outside, now, O. I mean it." My mouth falls open in astonishment. Who does he think he is, talking to me like that?

"Octavia, you'd better go with your brother. He's not going to leave until you do, and he's only gonna get in my way. I'll be okay." Clarke barely looked up from Miller as she spoke, just long enough to give me a sympathetic look for having to deal with Bellamy, so she didn't see the concerned look that he gave her. I barely registered it, I was that irritated. It must have shown too, because he looked slightly chagrined as he walked out of the dropship, me following in his wake.

"Jesus Christ, Bellamy! What the hell is wrong with you?" I was practically shaking with anger, but my anger seemed to trigger his own. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the tent used for strategy meetings.

"What the hell is wrong with me? You're my sister, and you never listen to me, that's what's wrong here. Tell me everything that happened, starting with why you were with Miller, what the hell were you two doing and how did you get out of camp?" Bellamy was livid, but I was just as enraged.

"You have absolutely no right to control me the way you do. Sure you're my brother, but the overprotective bullshit has to stop! I'm going crazy! I've been cooped up all my damn life, and now, when I should be free to do as I please, you baby me, and I'm sick of it!" I stop to take a breath; his expression is one of disbelief, which only forces me to continue, "You want to know where I was? I was out for a walk, because I was so sick of being trapped in this stupid camp and being absolutely useless! And no, I wasn't with Miller, I just found him there, I heard a noise and investigated, but I do know what he was doing out there. He was boasting last night about how you were his most trusted friend on the ground, and how he was going to make you even more proud by locating all the Grounder traps in the area. So if Miller dies in there, that's on you. For encouraging their stupid fantasies and for taking me out of the med bay to answer your stupid questions."

With my rant over, I look at my brother and really see him. He sat down sometime during my tirade and put his head in his hands, in a gesture of defeat.

"I'm sorry, O, I really am. I just don't know how to take care of you anymore. You're all grown up and don't need me anymore. I guess I just can't handle that fact. You're the one person I truly care about, Octavia, and I swore I would protect you. My sister, my responsibility." He looks up at me, his eyes full of hopelessness, "I'm sorry I implied that there was something between you and Miller, and if there is, there's nothing I can do about that. And, you're right, if he dies in there it will be my fault. I should be taking care of these guys better than I am, I should never have encouraged this." His head falls once more. My anger abates, and I walk over to my brother and wrap my arms around him. I have never seen him look so pathetic before, and it scared me a little.

"No, it won't be your fault, big brother; I just said that because I was angry. Miller's actions are his own, and you can't control them, any more than you can control the weather… Or me for that matter," I let a small laugh escape my lips, "Thank you, for your apology, and I forgive you, just remember that I can take care of myself. I'm not telling you not to worry about me at all, just not so much. I need to live my own life. And there's nothing going on between me and Miller. He's your bitch, not mine." Bellamy lifts his head and gives me a weak smile and places a hand on my arm. I step back so he can stand, and give him a quick smile before I begin to head back to the med bay. Just as I was walking out of the tent, he grabbed my wrist again.

"O, wait. I need you to do something for me." He releases my wrist I look up at him and his expression is careful, "The other hunting and scouting parties still went out today, more cautious than usual thanks to Miller, but they should be getting back soon. If any of them still managed to get themselves hurt, would you be able to take care of it?"

"Um… Sure, I guess I can do that. Are you sure, though? Clarke would be much better suited to that job, not me."

He nods in confirmation, "I'm sure. Clarke has been run off her feet lately, she must be exhausted, I don't think she sleeps that much, even when she isn't working. Working on Miller all day won't have helped and I think she should get some rest instead of worrying about all these idiots getting themselves hurt and having to patch them up."

I consider this for a moment, but see his point almost instantly. Clarke had been going non-stop recently, and she has started to get dark circles under her eyes, not that I would tell her that.

"Okay, Bell, I'll do it. I can use Clarke's small supply of medical gear she keeps in her tent in case of emergency."

"Thank you, Octavia," he breathes a sigh of relief and smiles at me.

I return his smile, and start to walk out again, but I stop one last time, "Oh and Bellamy? I don't think I'm the only person you truly care about. Not anymore, at least." Without waiting for a response, I left the tent.

It was only then that I realised I never actually answered Bellamy's question about how I got out of camp.

A/N: Okay, there will be one more chapter for Octavia, then I plan on posting two each for Jasper, then Bellamy. If you want to see the perspectives from any other characters, let me know and I can add it, but I plan to have Bellamy's perspective of the day last so any ideas would have to be in before I publish his first chapter. I'm thinking of adding an epilogue to the end, to sort of sum up the events that took place, and to get some sort of closure on the story. So please feel free to send me any comments and I'll try and work something out for you. Any prompts are welcome for future stories also. The next chapter, as usual, will hopefully be up tomorrow, but I really need to do some homework before school starts back for me next week, so I don't know how much writing time I'll have.

Until next time, stay awesome x