A/N: Hello again, my lovlies. This is the last chapter from Jasper's perspective, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Oh and a special thanks to all my followers, favouriters and reviewers! You're all special to me and help me write and break through my writer's block (which is unfortunately frequent). You all make my day and I love you dearly x

Jasper

Both of us were sufficiently buzzed when the bottle emptied all too quickly. I scan the room from where I was sitting, hoping for another one to magically appear, but nothing materialised. Now that I wasn't distracted from the drinking, I could feel Tash sitting beside me, her arm touching my arm. The more I noticed her presence, the warmer my face felt; and it wasn't from the alcohol. How had I never noticed her sadness before today? It seemed to envelop her now. Every fibre of my being wanted me to hold her, but I couldn't do it. Just as I was adjusting to her company, she must have been doing the same, because she turned to me and broke the silence that had been hanging over us.

"You know why I'm seeking self-destruction, now you tell me. You were okay earlier, I thought, what changed?" I ponder her question for a while. What had changed? Well for starters, she occupied most of my thoughts, but that wasn't what I was trying to burn away. Because I was definitely trying to burn something away. Yes, the thoughts that threaten to drive me insane. That I'm expendable. I finally form an answer.

"I'm disposable." Tash looked puzzled, and it wasn't just from the alcohol either, I could see that she was trying to piece together my words into something she could recognise. It didn't seem to be working out too well because she had to ask me anyway.

"I don't know what you mean, Jasper… Explain it to me?" She left it as a question, letting me decide if I want to tell her or not. I found myself speaking the words before I had agreed to let them out of their cage.

"Do you remember when I was speared by the Grounders?" She nods in confirmation so I continue, "Well, being downstairs with Miller…" She cringes at his name and I give her an apologetic smile, "Seeing him like that, it felt like it was me on the table. I don't remember how I was saved; it's all blank between when I got hit, and waking up here, my friends passing around a bottle of whisky. I later found out Murphy tried to kill me because I was driving people crazy with my cries of pain. I mean, how fucked up is that? I was unconscious and had no control over that, and he was ready to kill me for it. How many others could have thought that? How many others still think that?" I look to her, my eyes pleading for answers; she realises what I want to know almost immediately, but asks anyway.

"You want to know who else would have wanted you dead, correct?" She was asking for confirmation, but also giving me a chance to not hear what she was going to tell me. I had to know, so I only nodded, not trusting my voice in that moment.

"Well, back then, I was quiet, slipped around the camp, not really being noticed. But that meant I heard everything. Finn was the first to say he didn't want to go find you, because of the Grounders. He thought it must have been a trap or something," My eyes widened at Finn's name. He was going to leave me there to die? I looked up to him, and he was going to abandon me. I put my head in my hands, trying not to let the tears out. I thought I knew him; I thought I could trust him. Seeing my turmoil, Tash put a hand on my back and continued; her voice softer and full of sympathy.

"But he went after you anyway; he helped to bring you back. Unfortunately, he also didn't think Clarke could save you and should be put out of your misery." My shoulders hunched more. I didn't want to hear this anymore, "But again, he went with Clarke and Wells to find the seaweed that saved your life." I felt so conflicted over this; he thought I was dead, anyway, yet he saved my life. Probably to stay in Clarke's good books. I owe Finn nothing now, that bastard. Tash now wraps her arm full around me and holds me to her like I did for her this morning. She continues speaking, hurrying through, as to cause me less anguish, "Bellamy was the same; he didn't think Clarke could help. Yet, he seemed genuinely happy when you pulled through. You know Murphy tried to kill you; most of the camp was on edge and half ready to help him. You didn't hear yourself, Jasper; it sucked hearing you in so much pain and not being able to do anything. They didn't do it because they thought you were expendable, it was because we couldn't help and it was only hurting you." She tried to make me feel better and I was surprised when I realised that it was working.

She hadn't finished yet though, "But do you want to know who never gave up on you? Clarke, Monty, Octavia and… And me. They searched for you and your medicine; protected you from psychos like Murphy. But me? I didn't do anything to really help, and I'm sorry for that. I tried to stop the others from going near you and the dropship. The whole time you were up there, I never stopped believing that you could pull through. I just wish I had done more to help…" She was the one looking sad now; not to mention guilty. I raised my head and caught her eyes which were shining with unshed tears.

"Thank you, Tash, no matter what you think; you helped me just as much as Clarke, Monty and Octavia. You didn't give up hope, and you also never treated me like a victim; you believed I was strong enough to handle this, so thank you." Since her arm was still around me, I pulled her into a hug, which she returned with ferocity; gripping me tightly. I continued to hold her, relishing in the happiness I felt just by having her in my arms. When we finally pulled apart, it was far too soon for my liking. We sat in silence for a few more minutes, but the longer we sat there, the more I wanted to talk to her; the more I wanted to know her. I eventually broke the silence.

"So, by now you'd know how I got arrested on the Ark, correct?" She gives a cautious nod, trying to guess the way the conversation is going to go, "Okay, well, fair is fair; I think you should tell me how you got arrested on the Ark." Her expression doesn't change; she had guessed the direction of the conversation and steeled herself, body language tense.

"By that logic, I would have to tell the majority of the camp." She was trying to deflect the discussion, but I wasn't fooled. What could she be possibly hiding that is so horrible?

"You're not getting off that easy; spill it. You broke my still beyond repair, it's the least you could do," I give her my most charming smile, only for her to role her eyes at it.

"Fine, Jasper, you win!" She takes a deep breath. "I hope you realise the significance of this; I've never told anyone what I did to get arrested." I was stunned, everybody told at least one person what they did to end up on the ground, so why not her?

"If you don't want to tell me, you really don't have to… I mean, we can talk about something else if you want?" She shook her head.

"No, I said I would tell you, so I will. I don't go back on my word." She hesitated for a moment, "I guess that's part of the problem." She looked up at me, so I bump my arm into hers as a sign of encouragement.

"Okay then… Well it's simple really; I got arrested so my best friend didn't." She let out a sigh, "Miller and I were like siblings on the Ark; or what we considered siblings because of course neither of us knew any until we were on the ground with Bellamy and Octavia. Anyway, we were inseparable. I'm sure you knew of our reputation for pranking and such." She continues without waiting for confirmation; she was right of course, everyone knew about them. "It was stupid. Really stupid. Looking back on it, I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to do it." She shakes her head at the memory. "Miller had me sneak into the med bay for a bottle of; you know that anaesthesia stuff they have in the bottle? Happy gas? Anyway, I stole it, and we both snuck into the control room when everyone was heading out for a public announcement from the council. They were still in session at the time, so we hooked the gas up to their oxygen feed, and slowly released it. Before we started the prank, Miller made me promise that if things went south, I wouldn't bail. I, of course, agreed, trusting him whole-heartedly. He promised to do the same. It didn't take long for the Guard to be notified; Miller didn't go to the council room like he should have to steal the oxygen masks they keep there in case of emergency, so they hadn't been affected in the slightest. He ran, I stayed, I got busted and thrown in the Skybox for it. The Guard asked if I had an accomplice, I lied and told them it was just me. Miller's dad was interviewing me, so he didn't think twice about it. As far as he was concerned, that was enough to clear his son. Of course Miller got arrested less than a month later without me there to save his ass. But, I still got sent to the ground. If I hadn't I would have been floated for sure. All because I trusted my best friend to have my back. He had never even thanked me for not turning him in, or apologised for bailing. I get that he was scared, but he's all tough and shit now, apparently his old best friend isn't enough for him anymore." As Tash's story went on, her voice grew quieter and more forlorn. Her arms were wrapped around her knees, head pressed down. I reached my arm over her quivering frame and squeezed her tight. I didn't dare to interrupt her, scared she'd shut down and not finish. I hoped that telling me would bring her some sort of peace, but it only seems to have brought her more pain. She didn't allow herself to wallow for long, though, soon after she lifted her head up and spoke, deflecting once again.

"Your turn for story time. Tell me a tale from the many adventures of Jasper Jordan." She looked at me expectantly. I flick through my best and most treasured memories, essentially all of them were with Monty, but one stood out, brighter than all the rest. The reason it outshone all the others in this moment, is because it was the first time I laid eyes on the most amazing girl I have ever met. I smile at the memory; I turn to her as I begin my story.

"Last Unity Day on the Ark, it was at the Unity Day Dance, I had been drinking. A little, not too much, when this beautiful girl walked in, I didn't recognise her of course, because of the mask. I only later found out that it was Octavia." Upon mentioning Octavia's name, Tash's face fell, "I asked my friend who she was and he had no clue, just saying it was another girl who wouldn't go out with us. He was right of course. After that, I drank some more; still not drunk, but satisfyingly buzzed like we are now," I gave her a wink, "And I started to dance. I bumped into a second girl, this one was fiery, but still willing to hang with a guy like me, so we danced together. For a while, we simply danced, but then we started talking, which was really hard considering the volume of the music, but we really connected. Then the Guards came because of the solar flare, and made everyone take off their mask. By that time she had already begun to walk to the exit, leaving me behind, but then she took off her mask at the door. I just caught a glimpse of the mystery girl, and I was astonished." I look over at Tash, "It was you."

She was breathing heavily, her voice husky when she spoke, "Why did you choose that story? Of all the stories that you could have thought of, why that one?" Her eyes flickered across my face, demanding and slightly frightened. My eyebrows knit together in uncertainty.

"Because I wanted to know if you remembered. If you knew it was me."

Her face went blank, "Well you weren't the only one who had been drinking that night, I don't remember most of it, and I certainly don't remember that. Sorry, Jasper, but I have to go." She stood up and hurried to the ladder and down it. I sat there, alone, for a second, trying to grasp what had just happened. No, I thought, she's not getting off that easy. I hurry after her, almost crashing into her when I run out of the dropship. There was a huge crowd around Bellamy, near the gate. He had a small pack with him. Octavia was standing off to the side with a concerned look on her face. Clarke was nowhere to be seen.

"Clarke is missing, I'm going to go find her, and Octavia is in charge until I get back. If I hear that any of you don't listen to her or fuck around just because I'm away, will have to deal with me when I get back. I guarantee you it won't be pretty if it comes to that." Bellamy's voice echoed across camp, those who weren't stunned into silence by the news alone, were soon gagged by a glare from Bellamy, who then walked out the gate.

No, this can't be happening. Clarke can't be missing. We need her. Thoughts bounced around in my head, drowning out the voices of the 100 who suddenly started arguing about what to do. Tash rushed over to me where I had half collapsed against the dropship.

"Jasper? Jasper, look at me!" Her hand was under my chin, forcing my eyes to look into hers. "She'll be okay. Clarke is strong; a fighter. Bellamy will find her." Her words did nothing to comfort me and she knew it so she grabbed my arm and dragged towards the ladder. Instinct forced me to grab the rungs and climb it until I was up on the third floor, Tash right behind me. She guides me over to where we were sitting less than five minutes ago, and gets me to sit down. She squats down in front of me, getting me to look at her again.

"Jasper?" She's waiting for me to say something, do something, anything; I could tell.

"If he doesn't find her, we're all going to die. If Bellamy doesn't come back either, it'll be sooner. We need them. One of my best friends is missing, and I'm sitting here, completely useless. Maybe I am cursed after all, maybe Murphy should have killed me." My words were met with a burning sensation on my cheek. Tash had slapped me. She was breathing heavily, again, genuine rage covering her normally calm features.

"Jasper Jordan, you listen to me, you son of a bitch. Clarke did not save your life for you to wish it was over. Don't you dare even think it! You're being childish. People in this camp need you. You keep everything light and happy when everything outside these walls is scary as shit, okay? If the situation was reversed, would you want Clarke acting like this? If she really is one of your closest friends, think of a way to keep yourself together." She sighs deeply, letting go of her anger. She looks up at my cheek, which still stings and cringes. "I shouldn't have slapped you, but you were freaking me out and I had to snap you out of whatever funk you were in and it was the first thing I thought of. I'm sorry."

I look up at her, "No, I'm sorry. You're right. And I'm glad you slapped me, I deserved it the way I was acting. People must be scared out there; maybe they need someone to cheer them up." I go to stand up, but a hand on my chest pushes me back down.

"I heard Octavia tell anyone not on guard duty to go back to their tents just to shut them all up." I felt deflated again and she noticed, "Hey, it'll be fine. If anything happens, you can easily get down to the med bay and help."

"Well in case, we better sleep off our buzz, I do not want to be helping down there with a hangover." I give a small laugh, but it feels real. She soon joins in.

"Okay, do you think you'll be okay here on your own, now?" I slid down the wall until I was lying down, so I had to raise my head to look at her.

"On my own? Weren't you the one that told me Octavia told everyone to go to their tents then and there? If she sees you, you'll get in shit and have to deal with Bellamy later for not listening to her. Just stay here." I open my arms for her; she looks conflicted, "Seriously, Tash? You choose now to be shy? You'll get cold if you sleep over there by yourself and we've been hugging all day anyway, this is no different." Slowly she nods her head slowly and lies down; next to me at first, but then she moves into my arms and lays her head on my chest.

"Happy now?" She asks crankily.

"Very much so." I tighten my arms around her, still smiling as I fall asleep.

When I wake up, my head isn't throbbing, so I guess I escaped the hangover that I should be plagued with. Tash didn't seem as lucky. I shifted, which wakes her up, the first sound out of her mouth is a groan and she buries her head in my chest. I had to laugh at the sight. I knew she wasn't too hung-over because I then I felt a punch in the gut. Yep, she was good. She squirmed until I opened up my arms to free her and she rolled onto the floor and stayed there. I laughed again as I stood. I can't believe I slept with her in my arms. It was beyond anything I could have imagined; the serenity it brought me just to hold her was spellbinding. Another smile tugs at my lips as I look down on her. That was until I heard a commotion downstairs. I scurried down the ladder in a flash to see Bellamy carrying Clarke into the dropship, and placing her down on a table similar to the one Miller still lay on.

It was a horrific sight, five branches protruded from her chest, blood congealing around her wounds. I staggered at the scene before me; an unconscious Clarke, a distraught Octavia and a desperate looking Bellamy who had a vice like grip on Clarke's hand. Octavia started pacing around the med bay looking for supplies when I noticed how much she was shaking. I step forward and place a hand on her shoulder. She looks up at me with panic in her eyes; I try to give her a reassuring smile.

"You can do this, Octavia. I'll help in any way that I can." I look down at Clarke and cringe, but I also see Octavia clench her fists to stop them shaking. She was taking control of herself which is what we all needed to do if we were going to help Clarke.

"Okay, Jasper, hold her down. Bell, I'm gonna need you to move so-" As I place my hands on Clarke's shoulders that had miraculously remained untouched by the branches, I look over at Bellamy who still hadn't let go of her hand.

Cutting Octavia off he uttered, "No, I'm not leaving. I'll help to hold her down if need be. I'm not leaving her side."

Bellamy wasn't to be messed with and we both knew it. Just because he wasn't glaring at anyone, doesn't mean he wasn't willing to hurt anyone who tried to make him leave. Octavia hesitantly reaches for the first branch. After making a quick assessment of Clarke, she grasped it tightly and pulled it out, tears silently running down her face. I look down at Clarke, to see if she was still unconscious, but she began to groan. Before I could worry too much, she blacked out again, remaining silent. Without bothering to bandage up the first wound, which was trickling blood, Octavia grabbed the second branch out of Clarke. The removal of this branch also brought gasps of pain to Clarke's lips, but this time she didn't quieten.

"She's waking up, again!" I didn't know what to do, I held her down the best I could but she was starting to thrash about as Octavia was trying to reach the third branch.

"Damn it, Clarke! I'm probably already gonna screw this up; don't make it harder by moving! Please, god damn it!" Octavia was shaking again, crying louder than before. Bellamy stepped in before I could think of what to do.

"Clarke? Princess? Can you hear me? Don't move, okay? You're hurt really badly. Just stay still." What he said seemed to reach her because her breathing slowed and her writhing ceased. She had passed out again. Bellamy still looked rattled, "O, please, hurry. I don't know how much more she can take; she's already lost so much blood."

"Jesus, Bell, I'm trying." Octavia was becoming less flustered, and she grabbed the third branch, pulling it out. We all waited for Clarke to wake again, but she remained comatose. This worried me more, so I placed two shaking fingers to the side of her neck, just like she taught me. There was a fluttering of a pulse, and I let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding. She was still alive, thank god.

Octavia looked over at me with the same expression I imagined was on my face, relief mixed with worry. There were still two more branches that had to be removed. She reached for the next one and quickly removed it. When Clarke didn't react, I repeated my earlier action, finding her pulse again, my shoulders relaxing slightly. The last branch was the same. She was still alive, we saved her for once. My breathing was ragged, the shock finally setting in as the adrenaline faded. Octavia asked me to find the sutures which were still by Miller's bed from that morning. I gave him a quick glance before heading back over to Octavia. I don't think I could ever look at Miller the same way ever again, not after Tash's story. Octavia had her hand out, ready for the sutures, and I passed them over. A quick assessment of the room told me that I wasn't needed here anymore, and I walked out of the dropship, leaving a broken, but breathing Clarke behind me, and the sleeping girl upstairs.

I head wearily back to my tent. Mercifully, Monty wasn't there. He didn't want to feel his guilt about yelling at him earlier; not right now at least. Now, I wanted a drink. I head over to the stock of moonshine posing as a table, hidden under a scrap of parachute. Before I could get the first cup to my lips, a voice startled me into almost dropping it.

"You could at least offer me a drink since you didn't bother to come upstairs at the dropship to see if I was there."

I didn't answer at first, just handed her my drink, and pouring myself another. "Well clearly you aren't there if you're here in my tent." She shakes her head at me.

"That is not the point, Jasper and you know it." She was right, not that I would admit to that.

"I wanted to let you sleep in peace." I still hadn't faced her since she came in, I didn't dare to. She had every right to be pissed; I hadn't gone up to see if she was okay. I was scared. I didn't know how to act around her, not after today. She made me nervous, yet I wanted to be around her constantly. But as soon as I tried to show her that I care, she takes a step back. Just like with the Unity Day Dance story, and sleeping in the dropship. I didn't understand her, but I wanted to.

"That's total bullshit and don't bother trying to deny it." I was going to cut her off, but I didn't have any defence. When she was satisfied that I wasn't going to try and lie to her anymore she continued. "You're avoiding me and I want to know why."

"I don't know." Lying seemed like the better option right now, apparently I was wrong; she is extremely adept at figuring out my bullshit. Maybe the fact that I still hadn't looked at her, concentrating solely on the moonshine in my hands.

She fakes a sneeze. "Oh, I'm sorry; I'm just seriously allergic to bullshit." She evidently had enough of talking to my back because she walked around to face me instead of waiting for me to turn and look at her. "Tell me Jasper. Was it all the cuddling as we slept? Because, may I remind you, that it was your idea, not mine."

There was no avoiding the truth any longer; she could probably already see it in my eye; because now that she was in front of me, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Hands on her hips, hair mussed, a scowl etched into her features. She was glorious.

"I was scared." The scowl didn't lift from her face, but her eyes softened.

"Now there's the truth." She walks over to me and places her hands on my arms, "Now tell me why you're scared."

Her touch was electrifying; all my nerves sizzled where her skin made contact with mine. I couldn't come up with a sufficient lie; I couldn't think. The truth was out of my mouth before I had any inclination of uttering it. "Because I've started to care for you, and then you ran from me. I don't know if I can handle that." I think back to what Monty had said this morning about Octavia, but he was wrong; I wasn't pining over her, it was just easier to desire someone I knew I'd never have than to face the possibility of rejection. Her expression lit up at my words, and my fears vanished. Before I had a chance to really react to this sudden change in her, she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, pulling my head down and kissed me. For the fierceness of her actions, her lips were soft and I didn't hesitate to kiss her back. She broke away too soon; I almost groaned when she pulled back. This brought a wild smile to her face. She got up on to her tip-toes to whisper in my ear.

"I lied to you earlier; I remember every moment of the Unity Day Dance. I knew it was you who I was dancing with. I saw you take your mask off before I walked out. I was scared too, that's why I ran before. But I'm not scared anymore." I wrap my arms around her stronger than I had before. I was really falling for this girl. I kissed her this time, it wasn't a chaste kiss; I kissed her until I didn't know who's air I was breathing. I was the one to pull back this time, as hard as it was to do so. She grumbled at the fact our lips were no longer locked; I had to laugh at this.

"Remind me to thank Monty for lying to you this morning about the moonshine. Otherwise I wouldn't have had the guts to do this." I kiss her passionately. It was lucky that my tent was empty apart from the two of us, because they would have been blinded by the light of pure euphoria exploding around us.

A/N: And that's a close on Jasper. Please don't hate me for making Miller the bad guy of the chapter; I honestly love him and it was really hard to write him like this, but nothing else seemed to fit :( I'd love to hear about what you thought of the this chapter in a review, and as always follows and favourites are much encouraged. Bellamy is up next, I'm looking forward to being able to write his perspective. The last two chapters and the epilogue may take some time for me to write as school starts up for me in two days, but as always, I will try to get it out ASAP! Anyway, that's enough from me; until next time, stay awesome, readers!