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A/N: Here's chapter 4! Managed to get this one out sooner than I'd planned.

A big thank you to Holly, and narelclollie! I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this story! I'm having lots of fun writing it! I appreciate every single review I get, and will answer each on personally if I can! Nothing makes me happier!

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Edit: 2018-05-21. Minor changes and rewording.

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Chapter Four

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Clarke was crouched down in front of where Wells leaned against a log, rotating his ankle back and forth in an effort to determine what was wrong with it.

"Is it broken?" Wells asked, wincing as she rotated it a few times more.

Clarke shook her head. "No, I don't think so. Maybe sprained. You'll have to take it easy for a few days, just in case," Clarke told him simply, and turned away, heading over to Finn who was walking in their direction. Wells stared after her sadly, and Alex once again wondered what had happened between them. He was a nice guy. He'd stood up for her...

"Hey," Alex said, crouching down next to him, resting her elbows on her knees, feeling unable to meet his eyes. Wells sent her an inquiring look, and she gave him an unsure smile, before looking away again. "I just - I just wanted to say thanks...for sticking up for me earlier. You didn't have to," she told him.

"It was no problem," he replied, grimacing in discomfort as he adjusted his foot.

"Still… thanks. I feel like this, "she nodded to his ankle, "wouldn't have happened if you hadn't stood up for me."

"Hey, Alex. I'm serious," he told her, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder, turning her to face him. "I would do it again. If this," he gave her a sincere smile and motioned to the forest around them. "If this isn't a second chance… then I don't know what is."

His sincerity brought a grateful smile to her lips. "Thanks." Pushing herself to her feet, she held out a hand to help him to his feet, then helped him over to where Clarke and Finn were talking about the supplies.

"So, uh, Mount Weather. When do we leave?" Finn was asked Clarke, giving them a small nod of acknowledgment as they approached.

"Right now," Clarke said, turning to Wells. "We'll be back tomorrow with food."

"How are the three of you gonna carry enough food for a hundred?" Wells asked her with a frown. Clarke looked like she wanted to argue with Wells just because he'd brought it up.

"It's a fair point," Alex told her. "Even if all three of us carried as much as we physically could, I doubt it would be enough to feed us all."

Finn looked thoughtful for a moment before he turned around and grabbed Jasper and Monty by the scruff of their necks and dragging them back to the group, both boys cringing as they went. "There!" Finn said, looking pleased with himself. "Now there're five of us. Can we go now?"

"Sounds like a party!" Octavia called out suddenly as she walked up to them. "Make it six!" Clarke and Alex shared a mutual scowl of dislike for the other girl, rolling their eyes as Octavia batted her eyelashes at Finn.

Out of the corner of her eye, Alex saw Jasper turn to Monty with an excited look on his face, nodding his head minutely towards Octavia. Uh oh, someone has a crush.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Bellamy demanded as he caught up with Octavia and grabbed her shoulder.

"I'm going for a walk," Octavia told him, pulling away. Her expression looked as if she was daring her brother to say otherwise.

Alex rolled her eyes in disgust. "Please...no more family drama," she moaned to the sky.

"Shut up, Evans," Bellamy spat at her, barely sparing her a glance.

"Make me, Blake," she quipped back, shooting him and unimpressed glare.

"Hey," Clarke said, abruptly grabbing Finns wrist, starling everyone. "Were you trying to take this off?" she asked him as she checked out his wristband, turning his wrist this way and that. Alex could see the scuffmarks along the side of the metal band.

He shrugged casually, clearly not seeing what she was so worked up about. "Yeah...So?"

"So," Clarke replied pointedly, staring at him like he was an idiot. "This wristband transmits your vital signs to the Ark. Take it off, and they'll think you're dead."

Clearly, Finn was missing the point, as he stared back at her blankly. "Should I care?"

"So, you don't have anyone on the Ark you care about or who cares about you?" Alex asked him with a frown.

"Yeah, of course I do," Finn replied, sounding slightly defensive at the implication that he somehow didn't.

"Well, this wristband," Clarke said, holding up his wrist. "Is the only thing telling them that you are still alive. Don't you want them to come down in a couple of months?" she asked him. "Because they won't if they see that we are dropping like flies."

"Okay, okay! I get it!" Finn replied, pulling his wrist away from her. "Can we go now?"

Clarke nodded. "Yeah, let's go." As she and the rest of the group started to walk away, Clarke noticed that Alex wasn't following. "Alex? You coming?"

Stepping past Bellamy, she made her way over to Clarke. "Nah, I think I'm going to stay," she replied, then lowered her voice. "I have a feeling that Wells is going to need someone watching his back if he is going to be sitting around here." She nodded towards where Murphy and the rest of his gang were causing a ruckus. "I don't trust them, or Blake, for that matter. I'll keep an eye open at this end and let you know how things go when you get back. Plus, I think there is plenty to do around here. We need water too, don't we?" she asked rhetorically.

Clarke nodded, brow furrowing as she glanced over to where Wells was sitting on a log, before turning back to her. "Thanks."

Alex reached out and touched Clarke's arm before she turned away. "Be careful out there, okay? We don't know what's out there."

Clarke gave her a nod. "You too, keep your head up. I don't trust most of this group."

"Me neither," Alex noticed the rest of the expedition group waiting for Clarke, and nodded towards them. "You'd better get going. They're getting impatient."

~~~O~~~

As she accompanied Wells back to the drop ship, she kept an eye out for Jemma and Charlotte, wondering where they'd run off to. When she couldn't see any sign of them anywhere outside, she stopped in front of the ramp with a frown. Must be inside.

"Wells," Alex said turning to him. "How about you sit down for a bit and rest your ankle? I'm just going to head inside and see if I can find Jemma and Charlotte."

He looked puzzled. "Jemma and Charlotte?"

"Ah, two young girls I met when we first landed." She shrugged. "You'll meet them sooner or later. I'll be back in a minute." She walked up the ramp, feeling proud of herself when she only hesitated momentarily at the door before walking in.

Blinking a couple of times at the abrupt change in lighting, she paused just inside the door, waiting for her eyes adjust to the darkness.

Before her eyes fully adjusted, she heard a squeal come from the darkness. "Alex!" Then something heavy collided with her chest, nearly knocking her off her feet.

Startled, she managed to brace herself, then smiled when she looked down and found Jemma with her arms wrapped around her middle. Behind her, Charlotte drifted their way at a much more leisurely pace, though there was a distinct happy smile on her face that Alex hadn't seen earlier.

Good, she should to herself, feeling pleased.

"Hey," she said with a grin. "What kind of trouble have you been getting up to?" she asked, ruffling up Jemma's hair.

"We didn't get into any trouble!" Jemma replied, turning around to look at her slightly older friend. "Did we, Charlotte?" Charlotte gave an almost self-conscious shrug in response, shifting on her feel, but the tentative smile on her face became more genuine.

Alex snorted. "See that? That right there?" she asked, motioning between the two girls with a finger. "That is why I don't believe you." She shook her head in amusement. "So what have you been up to?"

"Oh!" Jemma said, grabbing Alex's hand and dragging her towards the back of the dropship. Alex was pleased that when she walked past Charlotte, the younger blonde slid her hand into her own. "We met a nice girl, her name's Harper, she did our hair for us, see?" Jemma rambled out, twirling around and showing off her hair, which had been pulled back into braids along the sides of their heads.

"Wow," Alex said, running her hands along the neat braids. "She did a really good job, your hair looks really pretty, and it will keep it out of the way. I like it."

Both girls beamed at the praise, then pulled her the rest of the way to the back, where a honey-blonde haired girl, a few years older than both Charlotte and Jemma, sat braiding another girl's hair.

"Hey," Alex greeted them as they approached, trying to ignore the way they both tensed at the sight of her, and instead put on a hopefully reassuring smile on her face. "You must be Harper," she motioned to Charlotte and Jemma. "Thanks for doing their hair. It's going to make it much easier to keep it out of the way."

Harper gave her a tentative smile, her fingers deftly weaving the dark strands of hair of the girl who sat before her. "It's no problem."

"Are you done?" interrupted the seated girl, face set in a scowl.

"Oh -uh, yeah, here let me just tie it off for you," Harper said, and quickly tied a thin piece of twine around the girls braids. As soon as she had finished, the girl hurriedly pushed herself to her feet and stormed away from them without another word.

"That was Roma," Harper said almost apologetically. "She's normally pretty nice."

"Don't worry about it." Alex shrugged. "I get the feeling she doesn't like me." She glanced back towards the drop ships opened doors contemplatively before turning back to Harper. "Anyways, I have a favour to ask you."

Harper looked hesitant, wary at what her request might be. "Yes?"

Alex looked amused at her hesitance. "Don't worry, nothing bad. I just needed someone to watch these two while I'm out looking for supplies," she told her, nodding her head to where Jemma and Charlotte had sat down and were chatting away. Although from the looks of it, Jemma was the one doing most of the talking, her hands thrown out in exaggerated gestures while Charlotte listened quietly, only contributing when Jemma asked her a direct question.

Harper's shoulders sagged in relief as she pushed herself to her feet. "I can definitely do that."

"Thanks," Alex replied. "I really appreciate it." She turned towards the younger duo. "Hey, you two! Harper is going to watch you guys until I get back."

"Okay!" Came Jemma's quick response before she dove right back into her story.

Alex rolled her eyes and glanced back at Harper's amused expression. "Thanks again, I shouldn't be gone too long." Turning, she headed back out the drop ship doors, frowning when she didn't find Wells where she'd left him. Looking around, she scanned the area, looking for any sign of him.

"And here I thought that killers didn't have a heart." Came a voice from her right, and she turned to find Blake standing not too far away, arms crossed as he watched her.

Rolling her eyes, she turned to walk past him, intent on fully ignoring him before he got on her nerves.

"Oh, come on, Evans," he continued, stepping in her way and forcing her to stop, giving her a small smirk. "Don't be like that."

Irritation shot through her when he wouldn't get out of her way. Biting the soft tissue on the inside of her cheek, she glared up at him, noting how he was quite a bit taller than she was. "Be like what, Blake?" she demanded, before shaking her head. "Actually, you know what? It doesn't matter. I have things to do." When she attempted to brush past him, he simply matched her sidestep, blocking her path once again. "Seriously Blake, get the fuck out of my way before I make you."

He merely smirked in response and leaned towards her, his face stopping only inches away from her own, warm brown eyes roaming her face.

Suddenly hyperaware of his proximity, she shifted on her feet, fully aware that he was trying to make her uncomfortable and completely unwilling to back down.

When his eyes flickered down to her lips, she swallowed, mouth suddenly uncomfortably dry. Still she didn't step away. Didn't break her gaze from his own.

This was something she wasn't going to allow him to win.

From this distance, she had a good look at his features. Dark hair and deep brown eyes that framed by thick, dark lashes. She could see the smattering of freckles that spread across his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. She noted how his hair, which had been slicked back when they had first landed, was slowly coming loose.

He was good looking, she'd give him that much.

From the smirk that slowly crossed his lips as he stared down at her, he was aware of it too.

"You know," his breath caressed her lips. "You can do so much better than Wells."

She blinked. "What?"

"You know what I mean. You guys seem pretty cozy together," he said, nodding over to where Wells was now sitting.

She couldn't help the slight uptick of her lips. He thought she and Wells were together?

Reigning in her amusement, she hummed. "Or maybe he's just one of the few people I can stand being around down here?" she asked in reply, staring at him pointedly.

He was unamused by her comment. "Very funny."

"Just making an observation. Besides, what makes you think you're any better than Wells?"

His smirk was quick to return. "Oh, Evans. I know I'm better than Wells." His eyebrows flickered up suggestively, innuendo practically dripping from his words.

"Good for you," she retorted, patting him lightly on the shoulder. "And as much as I'd love to find out, I honestly have better things to do, like…well, like pretty much anything else. So if you'll excuse me." Stepping around him for a third and final time, she walked away from him and headed over to Wells, feeling the weight of Blake's gaze on her back as she walked.

"Come on," Alex told Wells when she arrived. "We should probably start gathering wood for fire tonight, or people aren't going to be happy when everything turns pitch black and cold." She looked up through the treetops above her, the sun still high in the sky. "And water - I saw on Clarke's map that there's a creek not too far from here. We should check it out before it gets too dark."

Wells nodded in agreement, pushing himself to his feet with a small wince.

Alex frowned at his failed attempt at hiding his discomfort.

Maybe it would be better if we stayed around camp. While he had been managing for the most part to keep a straight face, she knew his ankle was hurting him from the way he braced himself, careful to not fully put his weight on his foot. "You going to be okay?" she asked him.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Wells replied pointedly before beginning to hobble away.

Alex shrugged and followed.

~~~O~~~

The creek turned out to be a bust. The area was bone dry and looked like it hadn't seen a drop of water in a long time. With their failed attempt to find water, they both agreed that maybe it would be better if they stayed near camp and collected firewood, specially for Wells ankle, which seemed to get worse the longer he walked.

It was after their third trip back to the drop ship, their arms laden with branches, that someone stopped them.

"Find any water yet?" A voice demanded from behind them.

Alex gritted her teeth as she dumped her armful of branches onto the pile where they had been collecting them, before turning to see who it was. She wasn't quite surprised to see Murphy standing not too far away, an insufferable smirk pasted on his face, hands in his pockets, one of his lackeys at his side.

Wiping her hands on her pants, she brushed some of the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear, wondering how this was going to play out.

She was mildly impressed when Wells managed to keep his cool as he turned to face them. "No, we didn't. But we're going back out, if you would like to come?" Wells offered politely, through Alex could tell it from Wells tense jaw that he didn't agree with what he was saying.

Murphy said nothing in response, the smug smirk on his face growing in response before he motioned towards the drop ship with a nod.

Glancing over her shoulder, Alex couldn't stop the bark of laughter that escaped her.

On the side of the dropship, someone, probably Murphy, had carved the words "FIRST SON FIRST TO DYE" on the side.

At her response, Murphy scowled. It was clearly not the response he'd been looking for. "Something funny, Evans?"

Alex put a hand up, still trying to wipe the smile off her face. "I'm sorry!" She giggled. "I know it's supposed to be threatening and all, but seriously?" she asked incredulously, waving a hand towards the threat, "You spelt die wrong? I mean, how is that even possible? It's a fucking three letter word!" She couldn't stop the laughter that escaped her this time. "Oh God," she moaned, trying to wipe the tears of laughter from her eyes, shaking her head, "Honestly," she said, looking at the fuming Murphy. "Thank you, I think you just made my day!"

Although not nearly as amused as she was, Wells couldn't stop the small smile that crossed his face, lips twitching and he tried his best to hide it.

"You think you're so funny, Evans?" Murphy demanded, looking furious as he stepped towards her.

It was only then that she noted the knife he now held in hand.

Her smile dropped a bit, although she still looked amused. She shook her head, "Me?" she asked, pointing at herself. "I don't think I'm that funny. But so far, you've been hilarious."

Murphy took another threatening step forward, though this time angling himself towards Wells. Alex felt herself tense up, suddenly nervous that he might try and to attack Wells, though she noted that he had discreetly picked up a thick stick from the pile. Reaching down, she tugged her switchblade from her boot, holding it lightly in hand.

"You know. My father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him," Murphy told Wells, who shifted uncomfortably at the statement.

Alex stepped up to Wells shoulder, offering him support like he had done for her earlier that day. "Like everybody here, your father knew the consequences of his actions. If he didn't want to get floated, he shouldn't have done the crime," she told Murphy firmly, who glared at her venomously in response.

"Mind your own business, Evans," he spat at her, clenching and unclenching the knife he had in hand almost spastically, and she briefly wondered what he was imagining doing with it. Gutting her? Knowing him, he probably was.

"You should mind you own," she replied, holding her ground. "It sounds to me like your issue is with Chancellor Jaha." She looked around pensively, before turning back to him mockingly. "And guess who isn't here, Murphy. Chancellor Jaha." She stepped towards him until they were nearly chest to chest, and glared up at him. "You don't scare me, Murphy," she told him bluntly. "So, since I have Wells' back, I highly suggest you go sort out your personal shit elsewhere."

Murphy didn't seem to know if he should back down, or stab her in the gut then and there.

When he didn't do anything, Alex didn't look away from him and called over her shoulder. "Come on Wells, we've got some more firewood to collect." Shooting Murphy one last glare in warning, she turned and walked away, Wells walking a few steps ahead of her.

It was only when they were no longer in hearing range that Wells snorted a laugh.

Alex shot him a questioning look in response.

Wells simply shook his head, looking amused. "You're crazy, you know that?"

~~~O~~~

As Alex and Wells walked away from them, Murphy clenched his teeth in anger. That stupid bitch, I'm going to gut her, and then I'm going to gut Jaha. I don't care if it's the father OR the son.

"You know," a condescending voice came from behind them, and Murphy turned to find Bellamy Blake standing not too far away. "If you're going to kill someone, it's probably best that you don't announce it."

"It wouldn't have been an issue if Evans hadn't stepped in," Mbege spat in reply.

Blake hummed in agreement. "Yeah, she does seem to do that." He sent them a dubious stare, quirking an eyebrow. "Although, it's more interesting to me how you guys seem to be afraid of her. She's just one girl. What could she possibly do to the two of you?" He snorted in amusement, shaking his head. "Don't tell me...you're actually scared of Evans?"

Murphy scowled at the insinuation that he was scared of a girl. "She did kill three people."

"Right…" Bellamy cast him a dubious look. "You honestly think she did it - killed three people?" He shook his head. "That's the thing about rumours, guys; they tend to exaggerate the truth."

"So, you don't think she did it?" Murphy asked. "She was arrested for something Blake. There was a reason for it."

"I'm sure there was," Bellamy replied with an unconcerned shrug. "But I don't think it should concern us. If we need to, we'll take care of her."

A guard? My ass. Murphy snorted in amusement as he eyed the dark haired man, feeling himself relax marginally, as a smirk crossed his face. "You're not really a member of the guard, are you?"

"No," Bellamy said simply. "But the real guards will be here soon enough, unless we stop them." He studied each of them in turn. "You don't actually think they're going to forgive your crimes?" he asked them, before shaking his head in disbelief, the smirk never leaving his face. "Even if they do, then what? Guys like us, we're gonna become model citizens now, get jobs, follow the rules?" He tilted his head. "Nah, if we're lucky, we'll be picking up their trash and eating their leftovers."

"You got a point?" Mbege demanded from next to Murphy.

"No," Bellamy said. "I got a question...They locked you up, dumped you down here like lab rats to die. So why are you helping them?"

Mbege seemed insulted at the insinuation. "Like hell we are!"

"You're still wearing your wristbands, aren't you?" Bellamy asked in reply. "Right now, those things are telling them whether or not it's safe to follow us down."

Murphy nodded slowly in agreement, beginning to see where Bellamy was going. "Okay, you said we could stop it. How?"

Bellamy gave him a small smirk of his own. "You take them off; the Ark will think you're dead, that it's not safe to follow." He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow. "You follow?"

"Right..."Murphy felt a smirk of his own forming on his face."And if we do this," he said, meeting Mbege's gaze, before turning back to Blake. "I mean, what's in it for us?" he added.

Blake smirked down at them. "Someone's got to help me run things," he told them, and began to turn away.

Murphy spotted Alex and Wells on the other side of the clearing, and frowned. "Wait," Murphy said, and Blake turned back to him. "What about Evans and Jaha? I don't think they're going to agree with anything we tell them."

"I don't see why she wouldn't," Blake shrugged in response, turning to stare at her figure. "It should be easy to convince her." Murphy frowned at him, wondering what that meant, and Blake sent him a knowing look. "If she is a murderer and if the Ark comes down, she's probably going to be the first executed for her crimes. For her, it's going to be a matter of survival."

"And if she doesn't care?" Murphy countered.

Blake gave him a grim smile. "Guys, she's one girl. If we can't handle one girl we're in a lot of trouble."

~~~O~~~

Bellamy headed inside the drop ship, looking around and taking stock of what they could salvage from the inside to help them start building a camp. At the sight of a group of giggling girls in the back, he briefly wondered how the hell little girls like that would ever make it into the Skybox in the first place. Rummaging around the chairs, he yanked out some of the red strapping that had been used to strap the delinquents to their seats.

He needed to keep busy, to keep moving so his mind didn't have the chance to think about Octavia being off on her own with the other group. What if something happened? What if she got into trouble and he wasn't there to help?

Shaking his head, he pushed the futile thoughts to the back of his mind. He had other things he should worry about, things he could actually do something about.

Like the wristbands.

He needed to find a way to get everyone to take them off. They were the key to everything. If what Clarke had said was true, and they were sending the Ark their vital stats, than they needed to take them off as soon as possible. If the Ark thought they were all dying, there was no way they would come down.

Then he and Octavia would be safe.

"You, Blake?" A voice came from behind him, and Bellamy turned to find a guy a few years younger than himself standing a few feet away. His skin more tanned than most of the other delinquents around the drop ship, with dark features, and hair hidden beneath a black beanie. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his well-worn black jacket.

"That depends," Bellamy said, slightly wary of the stranger as he straightened to his full height and gave him his full attention. "Who's asking?"

Pulling a hand out his pocket, the other boy extended it out towards Bellamy. "Nathan, Nathan Miller."

Taking his hand, he shook it briefly, staring down at Miller, wondering what the other boy wanted. "What can I do for you, Miller?"

Miller shook his head. "Not so much what you can do for me." Bellamy raised an eyebrow at his vague response and the other boy continued. "I saw you chatting with Al- Evans earlier."

Bellamy's lips pursed into a thin line, not liking the idea of the other boy having been watching them. "Yeah, and?"

"You should stay away from her. You don't want any of that - she's nothing but trouble. Trust me." As Miller spoke, he shifted on his feet, hands balled at his side, his whole frame practically radiating tenseness.

Bellamy cocked his head to the side, curiosity peaked, although he kept his face carefully blank. The other boy had gone out of his way to find him and warn him, he may as well hear him out. He gave him a nod. "Go on."

"She's dangerous."

Bellamy scoffed, staring down at Miller dubiously. "Look, no offense, but everyone here is a criminal, most of them are dangerous," he replied dryly.

"None of them murdered three people," Miller spat back, staring up at him unblinkingly, jaw clenched. "She's dangerous," he repeated.

"Okay," Bellamy nodded playing along. "So what? Is there something you expect me to do about it? It's not like we have a place to lock her up. So, what do you want me to do?"

Miller clenched his jaw, looking away to glare at the floor. "I-I don't know."

Bellamy studied him for a moment before sighing with a shrug. Miller was clearly not okay with the idea of Evans walking around. "Look, I'm not going to do anything to her unless she starts something, okay? So, until then, she's just as free as the rest of us."

"Fine," Miller said, already turning to leave. He paused before he got too far, and glanced at Bellamy over his shoulder. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

With that, he turned around and headed back the way he'd come, leaving Bellamy to contemplate his warning.

A/N: Ohh, the mystery surrounding Alex deepens. Did she kill three people? Did she not? What do you think? Please leave a review and let me know! Also, any input on my writing, positive or negative, is greatly appreciated. I'm here to learn and improve!

Thanks for reading! :)