The Ark
Someone has placed some sort of trial set up in the mess hall. There was a larger table for the judge and space for the defence and prosecution and even a space for the jury.
Clarke wants to throw up. Doesn´t Kane know how Anya helped? Obviously not.
Or is it someone else´s trial. She can tell that the people from the ark are excited about the upcoming event. The halls are positively buzzing. She passes Monroe and turns to walk with her.
"Whose trial?" Clarke whispers
"Murphy"
Clarke was shocked,
"Why?"
"The chancellor heard about the murders from and thought this was a good idea to keep the peace in camp. By revisiting it" Monroe spat out, clearly not liking the idea. Clarke didn't think anyone was interested in re-visiting that incident.
Clarke needed a plan, but with Murphy´s condition even the acting chancellor would not make him sit through any trial until he was better. Priorities Clarke! She needed to get Anya out of camp, or fix the problem some other way. Marcus Kane seemed to be the same power-hungry dick as before. The strict Exodus charter had been a lifesaver when the resources were scarce. Didn´t he realize that down here there they didn´t need it in the same way. Anya had helped them, betrayed her own people and this is her thanks. Same with Murphy, she didn´t deny that he had murdered those two boys, but her gut told Clarke he he deserved another chance.
She makes a note of asking Murphy about his feelings for Anya, if he had any. She hopes he does, they both deserve a break.
Anya was outside teaching some younger kids how to throw a spear when she saw Clark approaching. "Come with me, Murphy is awake"
Anya smiled at the news, but she could sense on Clarkes whole demeanor that something was up.
"What´s wrong, is he not going to be ok after all?" She asked sounding worried.
"He´s better I promise, It´s you I´m worried about"
They walked into the infirmary to find Abby checking up on her patient. Anya stayed back a bit as Clarkes mom put some sort of metal stick into Murphy´s mouth and said in a soothing voice: "Let´s see if your temperature has improved". That woman had excellent bedside manner.
"Mom" Clarke interrupted as Abby picked up Murphy´s chart.
"Not now, can´t you see I´m busy" Abby had always been a doctor who liked to focus solely on the patients, no interruptions. She found that the extra attention and care often helped them recover, and she was sure this boy was no exception. She had heard about the trial, and Abby did believed in justice, but not this way. She wondered if it was true that he had killed someone. The kids she´d asked confirmed that, Abby shrugged, but no one seemed to want a trial. Abby found that somewhat peculiar.
His fever was down, and his colour was better. The cuts and burns on his body had healed somwhat but he still looked like he was a deaths door and would keep that look for some time. "You´ll live" she smiled as she took out the thermometer and looked at it. 38,5. Good.
He smiled at her, and through all the cuts it looked almost eerie. "He can´t have heard about the trial, poor thing," Abby thought as she let her daughter and Anya have a place at his bedside. Should she tell Clarke what she knew about the Chancellors plan for Anya?
"Oh, I´m mr popular today, who next on the list, Bellamy?" The tone coming from the bed was joking, only a small smile from Murphy as he sees the new visitors.
"Shut it tough guy, I´m glad your better" Clarke looks at him with softness in her eyes. He did seem a bit more mellow version of himself. Suddenly she sees through some of his bravado.
"Anya rescued you, you know that right"
He has the decency to look a bit sheepish, "yes, and I want to thank you Anya" He looks straight at Anya as he speaks, his tone no longer joking. "I owe you my life"
"Well I almost took yours" Anya almost sobs. Murphy and Clarke both look confused and wait for her to continue. Anya pauses.
"...It was me who let you escape our camp after I gave you the sickness that killed so many of you". The tears run down her cheek as she speaks.
Clarke gives out a small gasp. Murphy visibly pales but composes himself enough to give Anya a small smile. "So what" he states seriously. "If you hadn´t done that, one of the others had. I wouldn't want to have had anyone else next to me in that camp. ANYONE! Hadn't you been there I would be dead. You HAVE to know that" he pleads with her. Gone is his ususal calm self, Clarke thought to herself. She starts to suspect that Anyas feelings may be reciprocated.
The exhausting exchange has taken its toll and Murphy lays back down and closes his eyes. "Thanks" he said again. "Both of you" and continued "but we have more pressing matters. Anya, you are in danger, the chancellor wants you dead. I overheard him talking to Abby"
"Yes, I overheard Kane too when..." Clarke cuts herself off "MOM" She stares at her mother. "Did you know and not tell me!" Clarke was livid "Anya has sacificed a lot for us, that is not an option!"
Murphy has taken Anyas hand in his.
The woods
Octavia was finally glad to be out of camp Jaha, she hadn´t given up on Lincoln, she would never, and she sure as hell wasn't going to find him in the Ark. That whole trial business made her sick. Sometime in the last few days her animosity towards the former outcast had subsided. She still felt a little guilty for that hanging, and the trade-off in the grounder village. It was better to just leave. She missed them already though.
They had saved Clarke, Anya and Murphy, A trio of names she never thought she would say together.
But where was Lincoln? Was he even alive?