A/N: I'm so sorry it took me so long to update this chapter; between school work, friends and writer's block, I never thought I'd get it done. Unfortunately, I don't think it is as good as my other chapters... I was finding it quite difficult to write Jasper's perspective, because he is so funny, and I'm really not. This chapter is also a lot shorter than the last, which is surprising, considering it took so long to write. Another thing that's different is the fact that I'm introducing an OC, which I never thought I would do. It wasn't planned, but I couldn't find another way to do this chapter. More will be explained in the author's note at the end of the chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Jasper

"Stupid piece of crap! Why won't you work?" Well, well, well. I hadn't expected my morning to get so lively, so soon; with Miller downstairs half dead and then this. The third level of the dropship was otherwise empty, which wasn't unusual. Almost no one comes up here, not unless they want a drink. The furious girl pushed over the still and was about to kick it when I spoke up. Apparently I had chosen a good morning to skip breakfast to work on the broken still. Even more broken now by the looks of it.

"It'll never work again if you treat it like that," the girl jumped, turned and saw me, her face bright red. "And then where would we be, hmm? Depressingly sober in a world that's trying to kill us. Now, where's the fun in that?"

Her blush now fading, along with her embarrassment; she knew I was only teasing, and he had to admit, catching her off guard was a rare and wonderful occurrence. As quickly as her embarrassment left, her brazen attitude returned. And with a vengeance too.

"Like you and Monty couldn't make another one. Isn't that what you two are planning to do when the Ark comes down and confiscates this one?" She gestures to the mangled still on the ground.

"We could, but that's not the point. Oh, and I don't think they'll be anything left for the Ark to confiscate, not if you have your way with it much longer." He smirks at the distorted contraption. Oh well, Monty and I can always build a new one, like she said. He studied the girl in front of him; her hair, up in a messy bun, a few brunette strands here and there , eyes matching the colour of the woods around them; dark and mysterious, rimmed with thick lashes. She really was pretty to look at, even as she stared down at me with contempt.

"Bite me, Jordan." She rolls her eyes at me as I finish climbing the ladder up to the third floor.

"Ouch, Natasha, last name basis? That hurts." I press a hand to my chest in a wounded gesture, "I thought we were closer than that."

"You cannot be serious. Natasha? Breaking out the full name, huh." She placed her hands on her hips in an impertinent manner, "I thought we were closer than that." Now she was mocking me. Fabulous.

"Okay, truce, Tash, truce." I give her a playful grin, which she returns. "What are you doing up here, mangling my pride and joy, so early in the morning?" Her grin fades.

"I wanted a drink, obviously. Monty said I could come up and here and see what I could find." Tash turns her back on me and walks around. Damn it, Monty, what game do you think you're playing?

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you that you won't find what you're looking for here. Monty must have forgotten that we moved all our moonshine to our tent, to stop little scavengers like yourself from drinking us dry." I try lightening the heavy mood that had settled over the room, but with little luck. Tash turns around suddenly, a real glare in her eyes, full of malice. I step back in astonishment.

"Screw you." She heads towards the ladder, but I grab her arm. "Let go of me, Jasper, or I swear to God, I will hurt you."

"No. You won't." Her eyes meet mine and I see genuine sadness in them. "What are you running from?"

She tried staring me down, which is usually quite effective considering her eyes are level with my chest, but it didn't work today. She soon caved. "Miller. I… I saw him… When they brought him in." Her voice was hitching in her throat, tears rolling down her cheeks. Oh fuck. It all makes sense now. As I pull her into my arms, I remember the Ark. One crazy girl, always getting herself into scrapes, but just avoiding getting into trouble almost every time. And by her side, a boy just as reckless. Tash and Miller. They were best friends before she got arrested, but on the ground, they barely acknowledges the other one's existence. As I reminisced, she was still crying, I was still holding her, rubbing circles into her arms, muttering that everything will be okay. I knew her on the Ark too; always laughing, joking. We were the same in that respect, yet somehow we never really spoke to one another. There was one exception, but I doubt she remembered.

Her tears were starting to slow now, her sniffling lessening so she began to pull away. I was half reluctant to let go, which took me by surprise.

"Thank you, Jasper." She tries for a small smile, to cover up that she was still upset, but it falters.

"You don't have to thank me; my shoulders have been known to be a nice place to cry." We both give a feeble chuckle and she punches me in the arm before heading down the ladder. At least everything is back to normal. I feel a faint drop in my stomach as she ventured further away; my arms felt empty. Well, almost normal. I shake my head and walk over to the ruined still. Maybe work will help to clear my head.

"This is going to take forever," I say my thoughts aloud in the vain hope that it would change the truth of the situation. "She really did a number on you didn't she?" Great, now I was talking to inanimate objects. I must be losing my mind. I catalogue all the damages and try to figure out if it was even worth fixing, anymore. I was so immersed in my work, and my own thoughts, to notice the footsteps creeping up behind me.

"Boo!" I jolt forwards, into the still, damaging it even more. I swivel my head to see who had scared the living crap out of me, to see someone nearly crying from laughing. "Damn it, Monty! What the fuck, man? You almost gave me a heart attack, and I don't think Clarke can handle another emergency right now." I grumbled, only adding to my best friend's delight.

"Sorry, man, I couldn't resist," he laughed, wiping tears from his eyes, not looking apologetic in the slightest. I started to laugh too; okay, I can admit, it was funny and the opportunity was too tempting to pass.

"Well, you're here now, so you can help fix the mess you made this morning." He looked genuinely confused as I spoke, so I gestured to the still; the confusion didn't clear from his expression so I had to continue, "Hurricane Natasha swept through here this morning and decided that the still was her new favourite punching bag." Understanding coloured his expression, or maybe that was just the abashed blush creeping up his cheeks.

He gave a nervous laugh, "Oh, yeah… Sorry about that… Figured you could have used the company, you can't pine after Octavia forever, and no other girl seems good enough." He hung his head.

"I'm not pining after Octavia!" It wasn't a complete lie either; I had accepted the fact that she saw me as a friend, but that didn't stop me crushing on her from a distance.

"Don't lie to me, I can see through your bullshit. I thought Tash would at least distract you from your thoughts," he looks over to the broken still again, "In a way she kinda has."

"Well, you can kinda fix it then, can't you?" I didn't like how he was using her to distract me, it just felt wrong. "I'm gonna go get some air."

"Jasper, wait-" He was cut off by a shout.

"I need help in here! Jasper! Get your ass in here and hold Miller down!" Since I was already starting down the ladder, I sped up, getting down to the ground floor in seconds. I pinned Miller's arms and torso down, careful of the already bandaged wound on his shoulder. This is the first time I had seen the extent of Miller's injuries and I could feel the blood rushing from my face.

"Fuck, what happened to him, Clarke?" I couldn't stop staring at Miller and the giant spear sticking out of his stomach.

"How about I fill you in when he's not dying right in front of us, okay?" Her tone was sharp and it was enough to snap me out of my thoughts and render me thoroughly embarrassed. She was right of course; this wasn't the time or place for this conversation. I steeled myself and held Miller down. By the time Clarke spoke to him, Miller had already begun to stop thrashing about.

"Okay, Miller, I can't pull this out of you unless you stop moving." Oh god, she was going to pull it out. I was feeling more grateful by the second that I was unconscious when I had the spear pulled from my chest; this definitely isn't something I want to be witnessing.

"Miller, look at me," Clarke was still trying to hold his attention, "I'm gonna pull this out of you on the count of three, but whatever you do, don't move. One" She shifted her stance, tightening her grip on the spear in her hands.

"Two," Before anyone could get prepared for three, she pulled out the spear and sighed in relief at something I didn't understand. It meant good news at least. Miller was breathing heavily; the pain had really taken a toll on his strength. But Clarke smiled to reassure him.

"I just have to patch you up now, okay? But you're not going anywhere for a while."

Miller gave a small, weak, laugh. "Whatever you say, Doc."

I watched as Clarke stitched up Miller's final wound and covered it. That could have been me, I thought. I could have died so easily on a table just like the one Miller was currently lying on. That thought was more terrifying than I could comprehend. When Clarke was done, she turned to me. She saw my face and hers transformed into one of understanding and sympathy.

"Thanks, Jasper, I couldn't have done this without you, but I'll be okay now. You don't have to stay here." She was giving me an out, and I really wanted to take it, but there was something I had to say first.

"Clarke…" She saved my life, not so long ago, and she needs to know how thankful I am, "That was incredible. I have never seen something so amazing." Her mouth fell open in shock. Okay, maybe it wasn't coming out like it should, but I continued anyway, trying to make it sound how it should. Grateful, proud and awed, "You didn't flinch, didn't shy away from any of it. We would all be dead several times over if it wasn't for you. Thank you." Without even registering what my arms were doing, I pulled her into a hug. I released her soon after, once my mind caught up with my actions, and I hurried, back up the ladder to the third floor.

Sometime during the surgery, Monty must have left, because the room was empty when I got up there. Perfect, I think, I need to be alone anyway. I turn to the still, and see it still mangled. Monty must have decided it wasn't worth saving. I wonder who thought the same about me when I was up here; unconscious and slowly dying. No one really talked about me getting rescued from the Grounders and patching me back up. I knew Murphy had tried to kill me, but not much more. Who else decided it wasn't worth the time? Wallowing in self-pity, I walk to a section of floor, and pull it open. In the small hatch was a hidden bottle of moonshine; it wasn't so much a bottle, as metal container. I pull it out and shift my body until I'm leaning against the wall of the dropship. The bottle was to my lips in seconds as I take the first fiery mouthful. It burns all the way down my throat, and an instant buzz follows it. Ah, it's one of the strong bottles, this keeps getting better and better. Before I have a chance to take another swig, a head pops up from the hatch. She gives me a sad look as she finishes climbing the ladder and walks over to me.

"Oh, Jasper. I guess I'm not the only one who is seeking self-destruction today, now am I?" Tash sits beside me and grabs the bottle from my hands. She takes a drink before sitting the bottle between us. The bottle is empty in minutes.

A/N: Hopefully this chapter wasn't too horrible to read, I'm sorry that it was different to the other four I've written so far. So I promised the use of the OC would be explained here. Well the OC is based on one of my best friends, she really helped me out with Jasper's perspective when I was suffering major writers block; I couldn't have finished it without her. I always planned for Jasper to have a love interest, but I couldn't picture him with anyone from the 100 aside from Octavia, who you've already seen with Lincoln in this fic, so I couldn't write it and this is the outcome. Anyway, I hope you liked it in one way or another. Follow, favourite, review, you guys know the drill. The next chapter shouldn't take me so long to finish, but it still might be a few days; again, I apologise for making you guys wait, I really hate doing that to all my lovely story followers and anyone who enjoys this fic. I'm writing as fast as I can, I promise you that! Until next time, stay awesome, readers! x