He once said that death was a better option than draining the grounders of blood for survival. He felt no hesitation, only righteous indignation. Stealing blood from people's very veins? Keeping them caged until they were useful? That was more barbaric than hanging a speared teenager from a tree. Than floating a parent for stealing food to feed her starving child. Than incinerating 300 warriors for defending their land. Than…

Who was he kidding? No where he turned could he find someone innocent. Maybe if he could look at the children who survived the landing of the Ark, but he wasn't up to that yet. Too many memories of his beautiful lines of code turning into tables of dead men, women, and children. Children.

I am become Death, destroyer of worlds. And friendships.

Monty looked up from the tablet he was trying to fix for Wick and Raven. Moving his eyes across the fenced-in area surrounding the remains of Mecha station, he stopped searching once he found his target. Jasper was sitting on the same log he'd sat on every day since returning from the Mountain. He wasn't always there, of course, but he was always there at this time of night. He'd stay for three hours, then head to their tent. His tent.

As usual, Jasper was staring into the fire Harper was in charge of keeping lit, fixing it with a blank expression. Yet…something seemed slightly out of place. He would know since he'd been watching from afar for the past four weeks. Taking in the whole picture, he finally noticed the difference. Jasper was holding his goggles, turning them over and over in his hands in a steady rhythm. Until tonight his hands had always been clasped together in front of him, wrapped around his knees as if to keep his body in one piece.

Why the change?

Monty started looking around again, seeing if anything else looked out of the ordinary. Monroe was playing tag with the younger kids that were still awake. Nothing strange there. Turns out, she used to babysit for tons of families before getting caught stealing medicine for one of her charges. Quickly moving his head around further, he spotted Harper talking to her parents while sitting in her usual spot on the ground right next to the entrance to the station. That was as far outside of the Ark she'd gotten since returning from the battle, but it was still progress from last week.

Monty had thought being outside in the fresh air would make her feel safer than being back indoors, but Harper had grown fond of the airlocks that could keep everyone out of her private space. Only her parents and Monty were allowed into her room. He was amazed that Bellamy had convinced Dr. Griffin and Kane to let them have one of the few fully functioning rooms, as they definitely weren't part of the elite back in space. It seemed the two Council members had gained some empathy between landing on Earth and being rescued by two teenage delinquents and one pissed off big brother.

Forcing his thoughts away from that rescue, he finally spotted what he was looking for. Miller stood almost outside of his line of sight, facing towards him but talking with Kyle. He was surprised to see them together since they would have likely never encountered one another on the Ark and he hadn't seen them together in the camp before tonight. They weren't chained next to each other in the torture room either. He shook his head as if that would help clear his mind.

When he looked back, he saw Kyle staring back at him, but Miller was nowhere to be seen. Kyle gave him a wave and a wink, the latter of which only mildly surprised him. He and Kyle had been friends for about six months before he was locked up, ever since the older Engineer had found him working on a neighbor's tablet, trying to find out why it was malfunctioning. Turns out, fixing electronic equipment is a great way to build a friendship. And destroy one.

"Hey."

Monty started, looking to his right and watching Nathan approach him slowly. They hadn't talked much before or during the Mountain, but he had become oddly friendly after the walk back to camp. He assumed it was Bellamy's doing. Having one third of the killer trio walk away before even entering Camp Jaha had probably worried him. Having Octavia leave with Lincoln soon after probably hadn't helped.

"Monty? You sleepwalking?"

"Sorry, no, I'm awake. I was just thinking about how I could improve the battery life of this thing."

"No you weren't."

Monty glared at his new friend. He didn't appreciate how fast Nathan had learned to read him. Even Jasper had needed a couple months before he could tell when Monty was lying.

"Were you thinking about Jasper?"

Damn it.

"I already told you what I was thinking about."

"Well, if you decide to think about Jasper later, I just wanted you to know that I've already put a plan into action."

Monty raised his left eyebrow in question.

"You really have to teach me how to do that sometime. I'd love to use that on my dad when he tells me to go to bed."

Monty stares. Miller lightly punches his bicep in return.

"Well aren't you cheery tonight."

Silence.

"I just wanted to give you a heads up that Wick, Raven, and I have a plan to deal with Jasper's zone outs. Today it's his goggles."

"What about them?"

"Getting him moving is the first step. We figured getting his hands moving would be a good place to start, since Raven and I had noticed how he likes to fidget around with something when he's nervous or bored."

"You were paying that close of attention to Jasper since we've landed?"

Nathan quickly glanced away before looking back.

"I'm a people watcher and Raven and he were making gunpowder and bombs together. Wick knew him a bit before through you. But that's not the point."

"Ok. What is?"

"The point is that Jasper always sits by the fire like a statue. If he's going to snap out of it, he has to start remembering that his frozen mind is attached to an actual body."

"So you gave him his last pair of goggles. The lucky ones his parents gave him after he first exploded his homemade chem lab."

"Well, we didn't know they were lucky, but we knew he was attached to them."

"Weren't you worried he would put them on his head instead of in his hands?"

Miller glared as if he'd been personally insulted.

"We assumed Jasper wouldn't be aware enough to remember where he usually put them. An we were right! We'll see if our plan tomorrow works as well as this first attempt. Admittedly, we were a bit - and only a bit - surprised by this early success."

Monty stared at Nathan Miller in silence. He didn't understand why Bellamy's second in command was doing this. Did Bellamy put him up to this, too? He voiced his question aloud.

"Too?"

Now it was Monty's turn to glance away for a second. He wondered if their reasons for doing so were the same.

"Yeah, you know. Keep an eye on the guy who made it possible to irradiate 250 people. Oh, and while you're at it, fix his best friend whose girlfriend he killed, too."

Miller stared at him for a long moment, brow furrowed. Then, he took a step forward. Then another. He was only inches away from Monty now.

Nathan wrapped his arms around Monty and simply stayed in that position, not saying a word. Slowly, Monty slowly exhaled and relaxed his body, leaning his forehead against the broad shoulder in front of him.

He wondered if this was part of a plan, as well. Then, he stopped thinking for a while.

A/N: I would have never thought to put these two together until I started reading the fics about them. Now I can't think to write them with anyone else. Also, I was trying to get a point across with my use of both 'Nathan' and 'Miller'. I hope it worked while reading. Please R&R. Did the dialogue work?