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Okay... so I had totally meant "You're not Alone" to be a one-shot, but this kind of just wrote itself. I probably will turn this into a series of oneshots, but I have no idea how many I will end up writing. Could be 3, could be 4, could be 15 lol
As for the timing, last one shot I was thinking happened a few days after Finn's death, so this one would be like a week or so after that.
I saw the promo for 2x09, and I just had this idea. Warning, characters may be OOC, but I did my best.
Murphy was in the middle of his day patrol when Bellamy came barreling through the forest, bellowing at them to open the gates. He and Clarke were half-dragging someone, Clarke rapidly speaking and trying to get them to stay awake. He shouldn't have been surprised that this first meeting with the grounders after the truce ended in an injury, but he really thought they had established peace after Finn's death.
But then again, it had been far too quiet around here anyways, and he really should have known that something would happen sooner or later.
As they got closer, he saw Octavia and Lincoln rounding up in the rear of Bellamy and Clarke, Kane and Abby in between the two sets of teens. His eyes scanned for Raven, he knew she had insisted in tagging along, but she didn't walk out of the tree line with them.
His eyes landed on the wounded person's leg that seemed to drag uselessly behind them, and everything clicked in an instant. He felt his legs run for the gates as they were dragged open, and he must've dropped his gun somewhere because he felt his hands reaching for her.
"Raven." he said breathlessly.
He traded places with Clarke, who quickly tried to make the crowd that had gathered back up so that they had a clear path to medical. Ravens head lolled against his shoulder, her brown hair matted to her face with sweat. He felt the familiar stickiness of blood stuck to her back as he grasped her waist with one arm.
"What happened?" he snarled at Bellamy
"Misunderstanding." Bellamy said.
"What do you mean a misunderstanding?"
His words were laced with venom, to which Bellamy shot him a warning glare.
"Let's just get her to medical."
They trudged along until they reached the part of the ark that they had been using as their hospital. Clarke and her mom were already there. He and Bellamy carefully lifted Raven onto the table so that she lay on her stomach. Abby used scissors to cut her shirt open in one clean line. Murphy felt his hands gravitate towards where hers lay hanging off the table, and his eyes widened. Three of her fingernails in her right hand were gone. He gritted his teeth and flexed his jaw before lashing at Bellamy.
"What the hell happened?" He yelled, pushing him against the wall.
Bellamy shoved back, sending his backwards a few steps.
"Why did they torture her?" Murphy demanded.
His brain replayed memories of his own agony at the hands of the grounders, how they had prided in ripping off his own fingernails to get information about their camp, the blinding pain that their simple method brought forth, and he almost lost it.
"Why?" He asked, this time quietly.
"They thought she poisoned one of the grounders during the meeting." Bellamy explained.
"What? Why would they think that?"
"They saw her face when they killed Finn, they already had thoughts of her getting retribution. Thoughts which we didn't squash soon enough to avoid this whole thing."
"What did they do to her back?" Murphy asked, walking towards where Clarke and Abby were applying seaweed paste to the long lines that crisscrossed her back.
"Is this going to make her leg worse?" Clarke whispered to her mother, ignoring his question.
"I don't know, the lashes seem to have avoided the lesion the bullet created, but…" Abby trailed off.
Murphy rubbed his temples as he paced around the room. Bellamy walked over to where Clarke was washing her hands, and he rubbed her shoulders, whispering something Murphy couldn't hear.
"So who brought the poison to the party?" He asked.
"One of their own—the scary one, Indra." Bellamy said. "Not sure what they'll end up doing to her."
"Probably nothing like they did to me." Raven coughed, and everyone's attention instantly went to the brunette.
"Hey." Murphy laid his hand awkwardly on the table she lay in.
"Hey yourself." She smiled slightly.
"Raven." Clarke sat down on a chair opposite her. "I am so sorry. We should've defended you harder."
Raven shook her head. "What's done is done… I don't really want to talk to you, Clarke."
"Raven I—"
"Leave." She said, her teeth gritted.
Bellamy guided her up out of the chair, one hand on her elbow. They left medical quietly after that, having one of their silent conversations in which words were not needed.
"How do feel? Those grounders are some sons of bitches aren't they?" Murphy took Clarke's previous chair, barely looking up as Abby excused herself to go after Clarke.
"Now I can cross getting mutilated by a blood thirsty clan off my bucket list." Raven said bitterly.
"Your nails will grow back."
"Gee, thanks, because the thing I'm mostly worried about are my nails."
"Abby said the lashes they gave you didn't land were the bullet was."
"They still hurt like hell." She laid her head on crossed arms, her mouth turned down and eyes boring into Murphy.
"I would like to say you'll be fine, but—" Murphy sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair.
"Relax, John. If I wanted pity talk I would have let Clarke stay. The only reason I let you stay is because we're barely friends. I don't think I can stand being around anybody I actually like, hurt or not."
"What are you talking about? You like me, Raven. That's why you offered me up for sacrifice. In some ancient religions, that was an honor." He felt his lips form his signature smirk, and was satisfied when Raven's eyebrows shot up in amusement.
"Well, to be fair, you shot me."
"Gosh that was one time." he rolled his eyes.
They laughed to themselves for a few seconds, before locking eyes once again.
"Honestly, I am really sorry about that." Murphy said quietly.
"Water under the bridge." She tilted her head so that her cheek lay in her crossed arms.
Major Byrne picked that exact moment to come barging in.
"Go back to your post." she ordered, looking at Murphy.
"Be right there." he said, getting up from the chair.
"If you're not in your post in two minutes, I'll put you in night patrol for the next ten weeks." she threatened, letting the curtain fall back down into place.
"Yes ma'am." He gave Raven a lopsided smile.
"Thanks for distracting me from my pain, from all of it." She said softly.
"Just take it easy from now on, okay?" he looked at her from over his shoulder as he walked out.
"Hey John? Think you can give me a manicure sometime in the near future? Something tells me my hands won't look so pretty." she called, stopping him in his tracks.
"Let's take a raincheck on that until after the war, huh?" Murphy smirked, dropping the curtain in place.
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