Hey all! So here is Chapter 3!

They were running through the forest as fast as their legs would take them. Blurs of green, brown, and grey whizzing past them as they headed back to the drop site. Willow's breath was heavy in her chest. If it weren't for all of the adrenaline racing through her body, she probably would have had to stop ages ago. Her legs were heavy and her lungs burned but none of that mattered now. Everything was a blur in her mind. She could barely remember why they were running, her mind just kept screaming at her to run. Monty and Octavia were slightly ahead of her with Finn and Clarke following closely behind. As they took a leap over a large tree root, Monty's foot caught on a rock, causing him to fall.

"Monty!" Octavia called as she and Willow reached down to pick him up off the ground. Lying right in front of them was a large skeleton. The body was mostly attached, but there were bones of limbs laying all over. Willow's eyes widened as both of the girls pulled Monty the rest of the way up.

"What the hell is this?" Willow breathed in between her labored breaths. Finn lightly shook his head, his eyebrows coming together in concern and confusion. "Who are they?" He added.

Clarke bent down and picked up the skull of the body. It had resemblances of a face, but the bone structure around the eyes were much larger than a normal human skull.

"We are so screwed." Octavia huffed. The others looked at each other, eyes wide, brows furrowed, and hearts in their stomachs.

Everyone quickly turned to the sound of screaming. Willow's heart immediately lurched into her throat. The scream was full of pain and agony, and she knew it could only be one person. "It's him!" She cried.

"Jasper! He's still alive!" Clarke said as she moved quickly towards the scream, everyone trailing right behind her.

"Clarke wait!" Finn called, but no one paid attention. They continued running, hoping to catch up to their friend. "Wait, wait!" He tried again and grabbed Clarke's arm, pulling her to a halt. "Stay out of the trees." He warned and they all stopped and stared across the river, to where they had seen Jasper last. They all stared, horrified as Jasper was nowhere to be found. "He was right there." Finn said, confusion riddled his voice.

"No…" Monty whispered. "Where is he?" Willow put her hand on Monty's arm and gave it a squeeze for support, but she knew there was nothing that they could do. Jasper was gone, and they didn't know who, or what was out there.

"They took him." Clarke said in disbelief as Willow tried to swallow the deep knot in her throat. Octavia was right, they were screwed.

After all of the running, it was nearly impossible for Octavia to keep going from the injury to her leg. They were maybe a half a mile away from camp when she finally collapsed. "Octavia!" Willow called as she bent down to help her. "Are you okay?" She asked while examining her to the best of her ability. The others had just barely noticed that they were not following and finally stopped.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't think my leg can hold out any longer." Octavia grunted as she tried to stand on her own and failed. Willow quickly hooked Octavia's left arm around her shoulder and helped pull her up with a slight struggle.

"Okay." Willow began, more to assure herself than anyone else. "We can make it. We're almost to camp and then we're safe… I hope." She said while they began to walk again. Octavia chuckled darkly. "Safe. What a concept."

As they neared the camp, they could hear the chants and shouts of the 100. Clarke and Finn rushed ahead to see what all the commotion was about while Monty stayed with Willow and Octavia to help steady them down the hill.

"Wells! Let him go!" She heard Clarke yell from just ahead. The three of them had just made their way into the clearing to see Bellamy stop Flat Face's attack. "Enough, Murphy." He said as he pushed the boy back and turned to see Willow, Octavia, and Monty stumble into the camp clearing.

"Octavia, are you alright?" He asked as he rushed over and took her off Willow's shoulder and engulfed his sister into a hug. "Yeah." Octavia replied, though you could clearly hear the pain in her voice. Willow stretched out her shoulder a bit and staggered over to a log so she could sit down and rest.

"Where's the food?" Bellamy asked as Finn sat down next to Willow and answered Bellamy's question. "We didn't make it to Mount Weather."

"What the hell happened out there?" Bellamy demanded as he looked around at the five who made it back.

"We were attacked." Clarke added.

"Attacked? By what?" Now it was Wells who spoke up, his concern for Clarke very apparent.

"Not what. Who." Finn replied. "It turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last Grounder."

Clarke nodded and spoke up when she noticed the looks of disbelief cross the others at the camp. "It's true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, but the bad news is the Grounders will." Finn stated as murmurs grew throughout the crowd. Only a few hours ago, everyone thought that they were the only humans on Earth. Now everyone knows that there are others out there.

"Where's the kid with the goggles?" Wells asked with shock as he finally realized that one of their own was missing. The five of them went silent and Willow forced her eyes to stay open to block out the memory of Jasper lying there with a spear hanging out of his chest. "He's gone." She said, clearing her throat and then looking up at the members of the camp. "They threw a spear into his chest and then took him."

The murmurs now turned into exclamations of fear. Not only where there other people on the ground, but they were running around, trying to kill their people. Willow made eye contact with Clarke for a second before Clarke noticed something and grabbed Wells' wrist. "Where is your wristband?" She asked, her voice fluttering with anger.

"Ask him." Wells replied and gestured to Bellamy. The five of them turned to the young leader, obviously missing something while they were getting attacked by Grounders. Willow squinted her eyes at Bellamy and looked over to a few boys who were not too far from him.

"Clarke, look." Willow said and pointed at their wrists which were also missing the metal bracelets. Clarke looked over at them and her eyes filled with anger.

"How many?" She demanded taking a small yet threatening step towards Bellamy.

"Twenty-four and counting." Murphy replied with a disgusting, proud grin on his face.

Clarke shook her head out of complete disbelief of what she was hearing and seeing. "You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us!"

People around the camp started to look worried and began whispering to each other. Willow looked over at Bellamy who had stiffened. She eyed him carefully as he wiped the concern off of his face a replaced it with cocky determination.

"We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same?" He paused to let the 100 think about his words. They all knew they were prisoners before, and he was playing into their fear. "We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!"

They all seemed to like Bellamy's speech as the crowd cheered. Willow knew he was up to something. The way he initially reacted, and then turned around and told the people what they wanted to hear. When the cheering didn't cease, Clarke took off with Monty right behind her. Finn stood up from next to Willow and offered her his hand. "You coming?" He asked her when she didn't take up his offer.

"Nah, I'm just gonna sit here for a bit. Go ahead, come get me when we go back for Jasper." She said and waved him off with a smile. He nodded his understanding and followed after Clarke and Monty. Willow rested her elbows on her knees and held her head in her hands. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down when she heard Bellamy and Octavia. She lifted her head slightly to see them.

"God O, you're bleeding." He sighed, but it was flowing with concern. Octavia rolled her eyes and pushed him away. "I'm fine, okay? I can take care of myself." She told him and tried to walk away but stumbled. Bellamy caught her and shook his head. "Yeah, sure you can." He led her over to a space near Willow and sat her down. "Roll up your pant leg. I'll be back to clean that for you." He scolded and walked off before she had a chance to say anything in response. Willow moved her head back to its prior position and continued to try to calm herself.

"Willow? Are you okay?" Octavia asked, noticing her odd posture and forcibly controlled breathing. She took a final deep breath and sat up, turning to face Octavia as she released the breath.

"Yeah, I'm good. I mean, as good as I can be after all of that." Willow replied with a swinging hand gesture to the woods. She glanced over to where Bellamy had walked off and noticed him making his way back with a damp rag. "You should probably pull up your pant leg, the King is almost back."

Octavia scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I wish he would just leave me alone. Since we got down here all he's done is monitor me and try to control me." She paused and looked at Willow. "I'm just so tired of feeling trapped. I've been trapped my whole life and now that I finally have a chance at freedom, he's trying to take it all away." Willow reached over and put a hand on her knee. She understood what Octavia meant, but for some reason Willow couldn't help but defend the man in question.

"I get that, I really do. But… as much as your brother annoys me, and the others, and you, he does have one redeeming quality." She started. "Now no offense, I don't trust him in the slightest. He's manipulative, aggressive, and has a huge ego, but I can tell that he really does love you Octavia. He would do literally anything to keep you safe and as irritating as that can be, it also deserves to be appreciated." Bellamy was only a few feet away by now and both of the girls knew they didn't have time to continue their conversation, but Willow could see Octavia take in her words and silently nod her understanding and began to life her pant leg.

Bellamy bent down as Octavia finished rolling up her pants to reveal the gash in her thigh. Willow quickly averted eye contact as Bellamy looked at her with a skeptical eye. Willow knew she was not the smoothest of the group, but her aversion to his gaze was so painfully obvious that they were talking about him, that it almost physically hurt. He narrowed his eyes at her and looked back to Octavia. "What were you two talking about?" He asked in more of an irritated, demanding tone.

Octavia rolled her eyes as she hissed at the pain as he began to clean her wound. "We were just talking about how annoying you are big brother." Willow couldn't help but release a muffled laugh at Octavia's bluntness. Bellamy glared at the two of them but continued to wipe the blood away.

"What the hell was it?" He asked.

"I don't know, the others said it looked like a giant snake." Octavia replied as Bellamy began to tie a new rag above the now clean wound.

"You could have been killed-" He began as Clarke walked over to them and cut him off.

"And she would have been if Willow and Jasper didn't pull her out."

"You guys leaving?" Octavia asked as Willow stood up and strode over to Wells and Clarke, ready to find Jasper. "I'm coming to." She said as she pulled the cloth tight around her leg and readied to stand."

"No no, no way. Not again." Bellamy interjected pushing her back to her seat.

"He's right." Clarke added. "You're leg is just going to slow us down." Willow gave Octavia an apologetic glance which quickly turned to horror at Clarke's next words. "I actually here for Willow, and you." She said to Bellamy, quickly gaining his attention.

"Clarke, what are you doing?" Wells asked slightly alarmed. "Yeah Clarke. What are you doing?" Willow added. She definitely did not want to be walking around the forest with Bellamy the King.

"I heard you have a gun." Clarke stated to him, ignoring both Willow and Wells. Bellamy looked at the trio and casually lifted the side of his shirt to show the gun sticking out of the waist line of his pants. "Good. Follow me." Clarke concluded and began to walk away.

"And why would I do that?" Bellamy challenged. Clarke turned to him with an amused look on her face.

"Because you want them to follow you. And right now, they're thinking only one of us is scared." She gave him a final, passive aggressive smile and kept walking, not awaiting his reply. Wells and Willow began to follow after her when Bellamy called for one of Willow's least favorite sleaze balls.

"Murphy, come with me." He ordered and pulled his jacket on. Willow picked up her pace so she did not have to hear any more of Bellamy's stupid ideas and demands. She caught up to Clarke and Wells and was relieved to hear that Wells had the same worries as her.

"They're not just bullies Clarke, they're dangerous criminals." He explained, but Clarke didn't seem phased.

"I'm counting on it."

Their walk had been silent. They were on a mission and the tension within the group did not go unnoticed. They had been walking at a relatively swift pace to make better time, when Bellamy decided to disrupt the peace.

"Hey, hold up. What's the rush? You don't survive a spear to the heart." He said while swinging his new toy around.

"Put the gun away Bellamy." Wells demanded as stepped in his path.

Murphy, being the guard dog he is, aggressively pushed Wells out of Bellamy's way. "Why don't you do something about it, huh?"

The two had a second stare down before Willow couldn't take it anymore. She let out an exasperated grunt and stepped in between the two boys and pushed Murphy back. "Why don't you back off?" Murphy and Bellamy both looked a little surprised at her bold move. Willow was more of the stand to the side type of girl when it came to confrontation, but this new world they were in caused her to do things that surprised even herself sometimes.

"Jasper screamed when they moved him." Clarke interjected before things got too heated. "If the spear struck his heart, he would've died instantly. Doesn't mean we have time to waste." Clarke turned to keep walking, but Bellamy reached out and quickly grabbed a hold of her wrist.

"As soon as you take this wristband off, we can go." He said with an authoritative smile. Willow had to choke down the rage that was sitting at the bottom of her throat. These douche bags were so entitled. Clarke ripped her arm away from him and took a threatening step towards him.

"The only way the Ark is going to think I'm dead, is if I'm dead. Got it?"

Bellamy was obviously uncomfortable and annoyed at her defiance. He shifted his wait and plastered a douchy grin on his face. "Brave Princess." He called her as they stared each other down. Willow turned to Murphy who was chuckling to himself and she wanted nothing more than to set him on fire. The tension was broke when a new voice cut through the air.

"Why don't you find your own nickname?" Finn appeared from behind them and Willow let out a quiet sigh of relief. "You call this a rescue party? Let's split up, cover more ground. Clarke, come with me." The relief was gone when Clarke and Finn left her and Wells with The King and Flat Face. She huffed a bit and began walking to the right of the woods, the opposite side of where Clarke and Finn went when suddenly she felt pain and pressure run through her upper left arm.

"Ow!" She hissed as Murphy pulled her and forced her to face him, his grip tightening every second. His eyes bore into hers with a look of murder. "Touch me again little girl, and I promise I will kill you." He threatened. Willow was starting to lose feeling in her arm from the lack of blood circulation. She tried to pull her arm away but he only tightened his grip.

"Let me go." She growled. She wanted to cry out from the pain but she would be damned if she gave Murphy the satisfaction, so she spoke louder. "I said, let me go."

"Murphy." Called a gruff voice and they both turned to look at Bellamy who had just entered their line of sight. Murphy and Bellamy seemed to have a silent argument that Bellamy must have won. Murphy growled with anger and threw Willow to the side as he stormed off. She stumbled a little but was able to balance herself. She looked at her arm and there was a predominant red hand print that she knew later would turn into a bruise. She looked over to Bellamy who had been watching her and she shook off any discomfort that she might be showing and continued to search without a word.

"A simple thank you would suffice." He called from a few feet behind her. She rolled her eyes and turned to face him, causing him to have to stop abruptly to avoid collision. "Oh right! Thank you!" She cheered, with a smile seething in sarcasm. "Thank you so much for talking down you psycho guard dog. I'm glad you thought bringing a psychopath along was a good idea." She dropped her smile and kept walking.

"What's your problem?" He yelled and jogged to catch up with her.

"You." She stated still walking. "You're my problem Bellamy. I don't trust you. You keep horrible company, you are aggressive and threatening, and you think it is okay to manipulate our entire camp-"

"Manipulate the camp?" He asked with a chuckle of disbelief. But Willow could see right through him. She stopped in her tracks and he followed suit and turned to face her, his face laced in amusement.

"Yes, manipulate the camp. I saw the way you reacted when Clarke was talking about the people from the Ark coming down. I also saw the way you reacted when she mentioned that they won't come down if they think were dying. Then we come back after what? A day? And you've managed to scare the entire camp into taking their wristbands off. You weren't even supposed to be on the drop ship Bellamy, you're not a minor." At her last words, Bellamy stiffened and his amused smirk dropped. She noticed immediately which words caught him and she pushed on. "What did you do Bellamy? Why are you so afraid of the Ark coming to Earth? What did you do that is so bad, that you are willing to let everyone on the Ark, innocent or not, run out of oxygen?"

He didn't say anything for what seemed like a lifetime. His breathing had become slightly more rapid at his growing anger and his fists were clenched. His gaze never left hers as he thought of what he could do or say. She looked into his eyes for any type of sign that would give him away, but all she could tell is that she was right. He did do something and she definitely hit a nerve.

"It's none of your business." He finally said and stormed away. She couldn't help the triumphant grin that spread across her face. "I knew you did something!" She taunted as the space between them grew.

Maybe thirty or forty-five minutes passed in complete silence when they heard Finn and Clarke call for the others. Both Willow and Bellamy took off into a jog to meet up with them, Murphy and Wells arrived right behind them. Clark and Finn we standing across a pond by some boulders that were covered in blood. Willow gulped and walked through the water to meet them with Bellamy, Murphy and Wells behind her.

"It's Jasper. We're close." Finn said and everyone nodded. "Let's go." Finn said with a gesture in the right direction and they headed off. Another hour or so passed before Murphy spoke aloud everyone's doubts.

"Hey, how do we know this is the right way?"

"We don't. Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker." Bellamy replied, obviously doubting Finn as well.

"It's called 'cutting sign.' Fourth-year Earth skills. He's good." Wells defended.

"You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on our backs?" Finn scolded which sent a chill down Willow's spine. For a while she forgot that there were murderous Grounders running around the same woods. Finn reached out and messed with a broken branch and then bent down to see something that was on the ground. Blood.

Everyone's head snapped up at the sound of a distant groan. "What the hell was that?" Murphy asked as everyone shifted uneasily.

"Now would be a good time to take out that gun." Clarke suggested and they all began to head toward the sound of the groan that kept calling out. The hurried a little faster when the groaning out louder and they all stopped in shock as what was in front of them.

"Oh my god… Jasper." Willow whispered as she looked across a clearing to see Jasper hung up in a tree, still alive.

"Jasper!" Clarke called out and rushed forward, ignoring Finn's warning to be careful. "Jasper?" She called again, hoping he could hear her. Willow and Bellamy were right behind Clarke, Murphy and Finn behind them.

"What is this?" Bellamy asked, horrified at what they were seeing. Suddenly there was a sound of something breaking and Clarke was no longer in Willow's line of vision. She had fallen through a trap hole in the ground and Bellamy had instinctively reached down and caught her. "Clarke!" Willow shouted.

"Get her up!" Finn called to Bellamy but Willow saw the look in his eyes. He was contemplating whether or not to pull her up. It would be in his best interest to let her die, but could he be that cold and dead inside?

"Bellamy!" Willow shouted and reached down and grabbed Clarke's arm while the other three guys rushed behind Bellamy and helped him. Once she was back on safe ground Willow stood and look Bellamy dead in the eyes, silently warning him while Finn checked to make sure Clarke was okay.

"We need to get him down." Clarke panted.

"I'll climb up there and cut the vines." Finn suggested.

"Yeah, I'm there with you." Wells tried but Finn stopped him.

"No. Stay with Clarke and Willow. And watch him." He said and glanced at Bellamy, then turned to Murphy. "You, let's go."

Murphy and Finn began to carefully climb the tree that Jasper was attached to, while the others watched in anticipation, ready to help if needed.

Clarke took a step closer and marveled at what she was seeing. "There's a poultice on his wound."

"Medicine? Why would they save his life just to sting him up as live bait?" Wells asked, unintentionally answering Willow's question on what the hell a poultice was.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch likes its dinner to be breathing." Bellamy responded.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us." Finn stated.

There it was again. That uncomfortable chill in Willow's spine. Willow couldn't help but feel like they were being watched. She turned around to face the trees that surrounded them, her nerves getting the better or her, and scanned for any Grounders. Finn and Clarke were talking in the background while they were trying to get Jasper down. Willow's eyes shot out to a distant part of the clearing they were in when she heard something growl.

"What the hell was that?" Murphy asked as Willows eyes scanned as much of the clearing as she could. Everyone was still, trying not to make any sudden movements.

"Grounders?" Bellamy suggested but then Willow saw it. A large black cat prowling in the distance. It crouched down and if Willow remembered anything from earth animal studies, it was that it was going to attack. She took a few steps back and the giant cat snarled loudly and lurched forward at them.

"Bellamy! Gun!" Clarke called and Willow staggered back to be closer to the group. Bellamy reached for his gun but three gunshots rang out in the air, hitting the Panther before Bellamy really realized that he didn't have it. Willow jumped and turned to see Wells handling Bellamy's gun, shooting at the cat that had retreated back into the tall grass. Willow made a mental note of where the rest of her group was. Finn and Murphy were in the tree with Jasper, Clarke and Wells were about ten feet behind her and Bellamy was about three feet to her right. She could hear the animal's growls, but she couldn't pin-point where it was. Her eyes were wide as she scanned the tall grass, her breathing heavy out of fear and anticipation. Suddenly there was silence and the grass stopped moving behind Bellamy, who had his back turned. She couldn't see the big cat, but she knew it was there and that it was ready to pounce.

"Bellamy! Move!" She shouted but she knew he wouldn't be able to move in time, so without thinking, she lunged forward just before the Panther and used all of her body weight to send her and Bellamy tumbling to the ground. There was another gunshot and then the sound of the cat hitting the ground beside them. Panting heavily they both looked at the dying animal and then back at Wells as the gun kept clicking, the gun trying to fire without any bullets. Willow let out a sigh of relief then looked down at Bellamy. Their eyes met for a moment while they breathed in sync... until she noticed that she was literally lying on top of him. She ripped her eyes away and scrambled off of him. He stood up shortly after and chuckled at her while he wiped the dust off of his body.

"You know, for not trusting me, you sure as hell just risked your life to save me." She looked at him and couldn't help but be annoyed at his smug ass smirk.

"Yeah? Well believe it or not, I'm not an asshole. Oh, and a simple thank you would suffice." She mimicked.

By the time they arrived back at camp, it was fairly dark. Clarke had taken the lead, Finn and Wells carried Murphy with Willow right behind them in case they needed help, and Bellamy and Murphy were in the back carrying the dead Panther that they all mutually agreed to bring back for food.

She heard the murmuring of the crowd when they came through the clearing with Jasper. Monty quickly ran up to them, relieved but also terrified. "Is he…?"

"He's alive." Clarke assured. "I need boiled water and strips of cloth for bandage." She told Monty as Finn and Wells carried Jasper into the drop ship. Willow stayed behind as Bellamy and Murphy dropped the tarp they were using to carry the animal to the floor and revealed the food they found for their people. There were a few gasps and quiet cheers.

"Who's hungry?!" Bellamy called to the crowed and they all engulfed him in hoots and cheers. Willow watched as Bellamy soaked in the glory of the people for something that he didn't even do. She shook her head as Clarke stepped into the drop ship to help with Jasper.

Willow stood in front of the spacecraft with her arms folded as Bellamy laid out the terms for the food. Take your wristband off, and you get to eat. Her mind wandered back to the woods when she confronted him about what he did. He obviously wasn't going to give up. He must have done something awful. She frowned as people began to line up to have their wristbands removed now that the food was cooked and ready. Finn had walked out of the drop ship and stood next to her, his expression matching hers. Clarke emerged a while later and stood in between them.

"He's stable for now, but without medicine…" She trailed off as she saw what had unfolded. "They're taking off their wristbands for food? No way. I- I won't do it." She turned to Willow and looked at her wrist, relieved to see that she still had hers on. "Please, promise me that you won't take it off."

Willow nodded. "I won't, I promise."

Clarke sighed with relief. "My mom would hate to think you're dead too." Clarke added and Willow had to look away. Clarke noticed her silence and left it alone.

"But… how are we going to eat if we don't take our wristbands off?" Willow asked honestly.

"You don't have to take them off." Finn said and stepped forward to the fire where the meat was. He grabbed three sticks of Panther before Murphy stopped him.

"Woah woah wait. What, you think you play by different rules?" There was a moment of silence and Finn turned to Murphy and shrugged.

"I thought there were no rules." Neither Murphy nor Bellamy had anything to say to him as Finn walked back to Willow and Clarke and handed them their own stick.

Willow grinned as Clarke and Finn walked off, but she wanted to see Bellamy's face. His brows were furrowed and he noticed the crowed beging to think for themselves. He quickly grabbed the hand of a boy who was following in Finn's footsteps and punched him, sending him to the ground. Willow winced at his display of dominance. Bellamy looked to Murphy and began to leave when he noticed Willow. He looked at her and could see the disappointment in her facial features. She sighed and looked away from him, turning back into the spacecraft to be with Jasper and the others.

So there it is! We get to see Willow being bold and spunky, but we also finally got some Bellamy interaction! As far as I can tell, this will probably be a pretty slow-burning relationship. But I guess we'll see! Please R&R if you can!