With a scream, Octavia ran to her brother, rolling over his limp body and ripping away the shreds of clothing left. The BPP looked intact,. After she shook him, Bellamy gasped and coughed, but it was shallow and worrisome.

"We need a stretcher!"

Octavia's command sent the troops into immediate action. They put together the pieces they carried and created a stretcher. After loading Bellamy onto it, careful to not jar his back or neck, Octavia and her lieutenants carried him out.

Working quick on the pile of rubble, Indra's soldiers heard voices on the other side. "Indra. Listen." They paused to let her hear.

"Look, I don't care if you're the president of my ball sac, you're not getting out of here alive. And pointing a gun at me is only going to piss me off more." Murphy's muffled voice, sarcastic and cocky as always, provoked an eruption of laughter that started with Indra and spread through the ranks until even the children were giggling.

"Let's get through this trash." They still obeyed Indra's command with immediacy even if she was half laughing when issuing it.

Murphy's weapons, lost while avoiding the ceiling's collapse, didn't phase him and neither did the machine gun pointed at him. The man with the mangy lip holding the thing didn't seem to know how it worked. And when his first attempts to fire resulted in nothing, Murphy's laughter angered the guy off more. He got so enraged that he rushed John.

Snatching the president by his collar, Murphy pulled him into a headlock. "If you lick my boots, I'll consider just maiming you instead of killing you after I maim you."

The smell of urine and feces permeated the air.

"Ugh! You're such a fucking useless shit." Murphy shoved Cage to the floor and boot stomped his face until it caved.

He stared at the body as it sucked in blood instead of air, then got distracted when some bits of concrete cascaded down. "Huh. Almost forgot."

Climbing to the top, he pulled out the rubble as the other soldiers pushed it. Twenty minutes later, they'd made a hole big enough for people to crawl through, but Murphy made them wait until he reinforced the top with a door and some rebar. "Don't want anyone getting crushed."

The incredulous look Indra gave him as she pulled herself through only made him grin wider.

"Smug bitch, aren't you?" she asked when she made it through.

He laughed. "Always."

Pressing on Anya's lower back to stem the blood flow, Clarke tried to gauge what type of spinal injury she had on her hands. Would Anya be paralyzed, or would she regain limited function after healing? "Nyko! I need a pressure bandage. Now!" While she waited for Nyko to get the bandage, Clarke muttered in frustration. "Why couldn't Fox have stayed out here? We need her medic skills here more than they need her in there. But sometimes Indra's so stubborn about warriors fighting being more important than fisas keeping them alive." She kept complaining even after getting the bandage and wrapping it around Anya's body. "I need a back board."

The battery that had been with Anya inside flowed around Clarke with their prisoners bound and leashed.

"Double check all the prisoners for weapons!" Clarke continued to look long enough to see them obey before turning back to Anya and getting her on the back board.

"Abby!" Sinclair's terrified cry pulled all gazes to the dead chancellor, and more screaming followed as the prisoners struggled to escape.

Irritated, Clarke shouted orders to get the body and prisoners away from each other, while never stopping her care of Anya. When she'd done all she could without operating, Clarke turned her attention to restoring order. "Tie the prisoners to a log." As that happened, Clarke met the next team coming down the mountain. "Injured?"

"Bellamy threw himself on a grenade," Octavia said as they set down the stretcher in front of Clarke.

She did a quick appraisal of his condition. "There's some blunt trauma, broken ribs, but he'll be fine. Get him down the hill."

When Indra and Murphy waltzed into view with their team, Clarke sighed. No major injuries there as far as she could see. So she called Indra over. "I need to talk to you."

"What is it fisa?"

"Anya got stabbed in the back. There was a seam in her armor that got exploited and she's… Indra, she may never walk again even if she lives through getting back to Shaw." Clarke hugged Indra, who'd been shocked into silence. "You should go be with her."

"Someone needs to lead our people," Indra said, half choked, her eyes catching on the other teams returning-some with bodies, some with wounded, some with prisoners.

"Murphy and Octavia can take care of that. And I'll back them up. Anya needs you right now, she'll probably wake up any minute." Clarke patted Indra on the back and went to look for Octavia and Murphy.

She found them easy enough. Octavia was sitting next to her brother and Murphy was entertaining the kids with outlandish stories. It worked in keeping them calm, but it meant that neither of them were in a position to lead. So Clarke sucked up her pain and pointed at Gustus. "Sound the victory. Retrieve the dead. And then prepare to go home!"

Gustus blew the horn with a long breath and the warriors bellowed back their pride in victory over the mountain.

"Lincoln. Bring home the dead. All of them. I need to get the injured home. Can you do that?"

Octavia walked up. "I'll do it. It's my job as second."

Clarke hugged Octavia. "You're a great second. I'll take care of Bell, don't worry."

"Take care of all of them."

Murphy had gotten the kids calm enough that he could lead the main party back to Shaw. This let Clarke oversee her patients.

After sitting next to Anya as often as Clarke could, she felt like she'd failed. The entire command chain had collapsed into madness. Indra did her best to transition the village leadership to Murphy and Octavia, but the people weren't happy about Indra and Anya's choices for their successors. For the first time in two months, the immigrants from the dropship didn't belong, according to the majority. In the end, Indra had to replace Murphy with Lincoln. With the marriage between Octavia and Lincoln, the populous fell in line, appeased that at least one of their leaders was a native.

The real failure though turned out to be that Anya didn't want to be saved. Even if she did regain some function below the waist, the law stated the need for banishment. Clarke insisted that she'd go with Anya, but Anya refused and hadn't said a word since.

A cup of hot tea appeared in front of Clarke. Looking up to see Indra as her benefactor startled Clarke. "Thanks." She took a sip and closed her eyes. It tasted so good and felt so nice as it warmed her from the inside out.

"I know you're in love with her." Indra only raised an eyebrow at Clarke's surprise. "I'm going with her. With Fox dead, the village needs you as the head fisa. You're the only one that knows the new medicines and techniques and I can't let you abandon the village I've fought for my entire life. That Anya fought for."

"She's going to need me to care for…" Clarke stopped when hit with reality. "I'll teach you everything you need to know. We have time. She's not going to be ready to leave for a while yet."

Indra sat down next to Clarke. "That's the woman Anya fell in love with. The one with her head on straight."

"Thank you, Indra."

"You're welcome, Clarke."

"How're the ribs?" Murphy asked as he set a tray down next to his roomie.

"Sore. I've had to learn how to suppress yawning, and sneezing, and coughing, and breathing in general." Bellamy winced in pain as he pulled himself up to sitting.

"Well I got all your favorites. Smoked boar, those sweet berries, and the descendents of potatoes you love so much. And some wine, but so I don't get bitched out by Clarke, you have to finish the water too."

"She still sitting with Anya?"

"Yeah." Murphy sat down on the corner of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees.

"How long have you known they were a couple?"

Murphy snorted. "Since the beginning I think. Or at least close to it."

"Clarke's never going to love either of us like she loves Anya, will she? And you'll never love like that ever, will you?" Bellamy asked and Murphy recognized the questions as rhetorical.

"I have to check on Kevin." Murphy patted Bellamy on the knee and then climbed up to their new loft to see if their adopted son was sleeping. The three-year-old hadn't slept much since moving in three days ago for the obvious reasons. And sure enough, the kid didn't even try to fake sleep. "Hey, kiddo. What can I do to help you get some rest?"

Kevin shook his head, fine tawny hair flying.

Sitting with his legs dangling over the edge, Murphy patted the cushion next to him. "Let me tell you something that you're too young to learn on your own." When Kevin settled down a good meter away, Murphy continued talking. "It's not always easy to know who the monsters are. Sometimes they're the ones you thought had your best interests at heart. The ones you thought loved you. And the good guys seem like the bad guys then."

Wide brown eyes stared up at Murphy.

"How are you at maths?"

A small smile quirked at the edges of Kevin's mouth.

Murphy grinned. "Okay, let me break it down for you. The adults in Mount Weather hurt a lot of people. They kidnapped dozens of my people every week, and then hurt them a lot. Hurt them until they died. And they've been doing that for over fifty years. I don't think even you can count high enough to understand how many people died because of the adults in Mount Weather."

A thoughtful frown twisted Kevin's face until he asked, "And you wanted to stop people from getting hurt?"

"Isn't that what good guys do?"

"Can I sleep with you and Bellmy?"

"Sure." Murphy ruffled the boy's hair. "Just stay on the other side of me. We don't want to accidently hurt him, do we?"

"No."

Bellamy had already settled in again, so Murphy moved the tray, then lay flush against him to allow room for both Kevin and Clarke, if she decided to come home tonight.