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   She was a natural tinkerer.

   As a child she was always making things. With a mechanic for a father, he would help her create. They would build presents from scrap metal for her mother's birthday, necklaces and trinkets, and toy cars from motors he snuck out of the garbage disposal. Robin loved it as much as she loved watching her father fix things.

It was their thing — tinkering. While she wasn't much of an artist on paper, Robin was good with her hands. That was what gave her the edge over everyone else in engineering. Even Raven, and Wick.

They were older, and better, but Robin Loxely had them when it came to making new things out of old things. Most mechanics and engineers could make radios, and fix items that were broken, but it was always Robin who could take something shitty and turn it into something... less shitty. Sinclair always said she had an eye for it, Kyle Wick always said she got lucky, while Raven would always watch, a sly smirk on her lips when Robin rolled her eyes and told Wick two or three things that were inappropriate; mostly to do with where the sun doesn't shine. She had never figured out what that look meant, but she figured it wasn't bad. And when Robin got to know Raven better on the job, she learned that she was right — it wasn't bad as it was good. Apparently Raven found her skill impressive, which was why she worked with her plenty more times.

And, she was.

Robin Loxely was very impressive at tinkering.

That was why she was pulled from working on communications, instead put on wall duty.

She had insisted she stay with the radio. Robin wanted to be the first one there when they patched through to the ark, ready to tell Sinclair she was alive, but Monty had insisted that she was needed elsewhere, and to go. He could handle it, and she needed a break.

Begrudgingly, Robin gave in. She did need a break. She'd hardly left the dropship since Jasper woke up. Robin was committed to it; she wanted to make those radios, contact the ark, and get the balls rolling. After all, Robin and Monty were the only ones who had any chance at contacting the floating metal in the sky. If she didn't work day and night on them, then no one would. Over the last week on earth, Robin had hardly slept — it was no wonder Monty gave her a firm shove out of the dropship.

But, as soon as she was forced out of the metal box, Robin found herself being tugged back in by a mop of blonde hair. She frowned and wrenched her arm out of Clarke's grip.

    "Jeez— what gives, princess?"

    "I want it off."

   Robin blinked at her, "Excuse me?"

    "My wristband," Clarke rolled her eyes and held out her wrist, her face serious as ever. "Take it. Use it for comms; I want it off."

   She stared at the girl skeptically, peering between her and Finn, the latter look less enthusiastic about Clarke's decision. Folding her arms over her chest, Robin puckered her lips and mulled over the decision. Princess wanted her wristband off. She didn't know why, but she guessed it was something to do with what had happened to Wells Jaha.

   He had been murdered by grounders just outside camp. By talk of the vine — which totally meant a gossiping Finn — Robin heard that apparently the reason Clarke hated Wells was because he'd let her blame him for her father being floated, when actually it was all because of her mother. Truthfully, Robin didn't really get it. There was a lot more drama on alpha station that just Jake Griffin getting floated for telling the ark about oxygen failure, which was amusing in a sick and twisted way, at least to Robin. She could only imagine that this was a way that Clarke could get back at her mother for all the pain she had caused her — now Wells was dead, and she spent the last year hating him, because of what her mother did.

   If it was Robin, she would make her mother pay for it, too.

   Robin despised Wells Jaha, but she hadn't wanted him dead. She didn't care if he did die, but that didn't mean Robin would kill him with her bare hands. Sure, she bluffed a few times. That didn't make it true. She wasn't a murderer.

   Although, if one good thing could come out of Wells' death — if they weren't counting his irritating chancellor of the earth bullshit, and everything that came with his uptightness — it could be this: a working wristband from Clarke Griffin's wrist, that they might just manage to take off and keep working. No one else who was willing to take off their wristband was coming forward. Clarke Griffin, on the other hand, was holding hers on a silver platter.

   Perhaps it was wrong of her to take Clarke's wristband when she was grieving, and making bad decisions.

   But Robin felt greedy.

   Monty watched from afar, waiting for the decision to be made. It was a tense moment, and he desperately wanted the wristband for communications, but he left it to Robin. He trusted her decision as much as he trusted his own. She would know what to do. He knew she would do right by contacting the ark, so he got ready for work.

    "You sure, princess?" Robin rose a brow, "Once it's off, no one's putting it back on. The ark will think you're dead, like— dead. You gonna be able to live with that?"

    "I'm sure," she said.

    "Alrighty."

   Robin snatched her wrist and yanked her over to where she and Monty had spent most of their days, and forced Clarke to sit down.

   While Clarke muttered an ow! under her breath, the two trainee engineers worked on finding the right tools to keep the wristband alive as they took it off, unlike how Monty had failed with Octavia when prying hers off.

   It took some time, but eventually, they had Clarke's wristband off of her wrist and in their hands. She had complained, mostly since Robin hadn't cared to be gentle about it, but the procedure was all in all successful. The pair grinned and highfived, Robin rolling her eyes at Monty's childishness but giving into it — she couldn't help it, not when her skin was tingling with adrenaline. A working band was something they had wanted and finally gotten. A working band meant contacting the ark. Contacting the ark meant contacting the people she cared about. Sinclair would be proud.

    "We did it!" Monty grinned, "It's still operational!"

    "Great," Clarke rubbed her wrist.

    "You're officially dead, blondie." Robin informed the girl what she already knew. "Feel good?"

   Clarke pursed her lips but nodded, taking in the moment. Then she smiled, a smile that was pained, but a smile nonetheless. Robin wondered what it felt like to be pronounced dead in space. It must have been an adrenaline rush, because the blonde started to dance her way out of the dropship. Finn had stopped her short, however.

    "What?"

    "You know, what."

    "They needed a working wristband," she defended.

    "Yeah— and you needed to punish your mother." Finn shot back at her, catching the momentary guilty look she tried to hide. Robin shrugged when he looked over at her.

   She didn't care.

    "Look: they're running out of air, and we need their help." The blonde explained in her typical leader tone, adjusting the jacket on her shoulders as she justified her actions. "My mother thinking I'm dead is only temporary."

    "Not if I can't patch it through the dropship mainframe."

   They all turned to Monty.

    "He can do it," Robin sent him a bored expression a she rolled her eyes at Clarke and Finn's worried faces. "We'll be talking to the ark by nightfall."

    "Thanks, Robin." Clarke murmured, nodding with sincerity in her eyes. She looked genuinely grateful that she had helped in her wished for her mother to think she was dead. Robin was more than happy to kill the princess, even if only figuratively, but the look still had her taken aback. Robin hadn't expected Clarke Griffin to ever thank her. After all, there was bad blood between them. It wasn't a secret that Robin still hated Clarke. She had gotten her arrested; it wasn't a tension that would ease, not that Robin could see anyway. If she ever became friends with Clarke Griffin, Robin would need someone to put her head on a stick. She couldn't see it happening, not anytime soon. Or even in this dimension. So, even though that smile on Clarke's face had surprised her, Robin still shot her a look of total bemusement, like always.

    "I didn't do it for you," Robin shrugged.

   Expression now neutral, Clarke nodded once.

   She turned on her heel and walked out, Finn at her side like the lost puppy he became around her, meanwhile Robin returned her attention to Monty. He was staring up at her expectantly, to which she gave him an odd look, "What? What's with the face?"

    "I got this," he said.

    "Okay...?"

    "You can head outside; they need you, out there." He told her with a smug look. "Like you were supposed to, fifteen minutes ago."

   She was hesitant, sucking at her teeth. If he was going to make it through to the ark, then Robin wanted to do it with him. This was what she did. What they did. Robin was good at engineering, but it was clear that Monty could handle it. He was better at electrical, at the end of the day.

    "Monty—"

    "Robin. It's okay," he assured her. "I'll come and get you when it starts getting good— alright?"

    "Fine," she sighed. Robin made her way to the door and gave a last look in his direction, debating whether she should go, and gave in when he shoo'd her with a flick of his hand.

   Asshole.

   Robin trudged down the ramp and into the main camp, her eyes raking over the large crowd. Most of the delinquents were working on getting the wall up, an avid work in progress, and she spotted a young girl with a familiar face. Charlotte was thing ropes around a bunch of logs, and while it looked messy and not entirely like what it was supposed to, Robin still slipped her a wink and headed over to where she was working.

    "Not bad, kid." She complimented, "Need any help?"

    "Sure," Charlotte sent her a small smile, and showed the older girl how to do it. Robin already knew how to, but what Charlotte didn't know couldn't hurt her— right?

"And she shows her face!"

Robin rolled her eyes, "Go away, Jace."

"No chance!" He grinned annoyingly and threw an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her to his side. "Haven't seen you in days! I almost thought you were dead," Jace rambled as she swatted at his hands and arms.

"I wish," she deadpanned. Jace had taken it upon himself to try and claim them as friends, which Robin wasn't fond of. He wasn't all that bad, but she would never tell him that. Robin didn't really do friends. She liked Monty, sure— but that didn't mean much. She just wanted to see Sinclair, again. That was all that mattered to her.

"Jace!"

"Hm—?" Jace span, bringing Robin with him.

They caught sight of Bellamy, whom stood with Murphy — who was watching Robin with humoured eyes. "Get back to work."

"Aye, aye, captain!" Mocking a salute, and ignoring the eye roll it got him from Bellamy, Jace let go of Robin and ruffled Charlotte's braids.

Robin found something about Jace weird. Not necessarily in the bad way, but weird nonetheless. No one was that bright. He was a sarcastic piece of shit, and he proved less afraid than the panicked boy she had met on the dropship, but he was as dramatic. Jace was like few other kids she had met.

   He trotted off and continued to help delegate here and there, in the places Murphy hadn't gotten to yet, and carried logs to where they were needed. He was stronger than his lanky figure looked to be, and seemed to carry them with ease, and she found herself the slightest bit impressed. But the moment was over and she turned a blind eye to it, her hands continuing to tie the knots alongside that of which Charlotte had done. She couldn't say that the girl was an expert at knot tying, but then again, Robin didn't say much. There wasn't much she could say to a little kid. Bellamy had been better at it, than she had been.

    "Hey!"

   She sighed, Murphy.

   Robin tilted her body to the left, eyes falling upon Murphy, the boy stalking over to a boy who had stumbled.

    "You think the grounders are just gonna sit around, and wait for us to finish that wall? Maybe we should let the little girls do all the lifting for you, huh?"

    "I just need some water— okay?" Connor explained, scoffing at Murphy's attitude. Not many of them were big fans of it, in camp. He was proving himself to be a scumbag. Robin knew the act had been heightened by his urges to impress Bellamy, and she couldn't help but wonder when the act would subside. It was getting old. He wasn't the same John Murphy that she knew. Murphy was always a dick, but not this much of a dick. All Robin did was roll her eyes; it wasn't as though she could tell him what to do. Connor breathed a long sigh, "Then I'll be fine."

    "Murphy, get this guy some water."

   When Bellamy intervened, Robin's eyebrows shot the the top of her forehead. He still looked as smug as ever, playing leader, but it softened when he caught sight of Charlotte. He pointed at the log, a quirk in his left brow; "Hey, you got this?"

   Charlotte nodded.

   She dropped the ropes and reached for the log, to which Bellamy rushed to stop her from grabbing it. A laugh passed his lips and he gently nudged her away, a playful grin on his face. Robin wasn't so sure that Bellamy even had a playful grin in his repertoire; he was a serious guy.

    "I'm just kidding," he assured.

Bellamy Blake?

Kidding?

Wow.

Maybe pigs would start flying around, next?

   They shared a smile as he bent down and picked up the log, his strong shoulders holding it with ease.

   Bellamy glanced at Robin. He passed by her in mere seconds, a blur of a man, though his gaze lingered on her for hours. At least, it felt that way. They both raised their eyebrows in synchronisation.

Too busy watching after Bellamy, Robin didn't notice any of the commotion to her left until Charlotte yanked at her sleeve. She let go when Robin turned to see Murphy unzipping his pants, pissing on Connor's back like a savage animal. Her mouth dropped open, unable to react before Connor did — he shoved Murphy away by his shoulders, starting to yell profanities at the boy while Jace, and a few other kids, raced to hold him back. Murphy zipped his pants and smirked to himself.

"The hell is wrong with you, Murphy? I'm gonna kill you!"

"You wanted a water break," he shrugged.

"Fuck you, man!"

His words didn't bother Murphy. Rather, he shrugged. With the most devilish grin on his lips, he stepped back to stare at all of the teenagers, his voice booming as he filled in for Bellamy without his royal highness even asking him to; "Get back to work!"

As the crowd dispersed, murmuring angry words, Robin moved to follow after Murphy as he strolled away. From the corner of her eye she spotted Jace handing Connor some water, although he was more concentrated on Robin flying after Murphy like a magnet on his back, but she paid his nosiness no mind. Robin reached a hand and grabbed Murphy's elbow, and he span to face her. It looked as if he expected to see her. The way his brows were arched and both his eyes were accusatory, like it was her who unzipped her flies and pissed on a poor kid. At first, Robin said nothing. She just stared at him emptily, expectantly, earnestly. He quickly grew agitated, and huffed. Murphy had never liked it when Robin got stone cold with him. While they had never been best friends — because neither John Murphy or Robin Loxely did friends very well — they were closest that each other would probably ever get.

"Got anything to say?"

"No—" she looked into his eyes, shaking her head after a tense silence between them. She rolled her lips in her teeth, "—nothing."

"Great," Murphy sneered. "Then, get back to work."

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She didn't.

Go back to work, that is. Robin didn't bother. Not after Murphy and his bad attitude rubbed her up the wrong way. No chance was she getting back to work while he did nothing.

   Rather, Robin took for the gates.

   Since Jasper had been hit, Trina and Pascal had vanished, and a vast majority of the camp had almost been killed by acid fog, not forgetting Atom and Wells' deaths, the camp had been on a pretty tight lockdown. Until the wall was built and they were granted the permission to leave by Bellamy, no one was supposed to venture on and out of camp. Supposed to. Robin had never really cared for rules, which was why she adjusted her jacket and headed off. She wasn't meant to leave, but since when did she listen to Bellamy? Finn was no better. She had seen spacewalker leave randomly in the dead of night on multiple occasions, exploring the ground in darkness, and repeating the process in the light.

   If Finn Collins could leave, then why couldn't she?

Given, no one said he could leave. But that didn't matter to her a fraction more than it mattered to Finn — which, wasn't even a bit.

She tugged her hood up over her head and slipped her hands in her pockets, tapping a rhythm against her waist. Robin waltzed to the gates and dodged a group of working boys, almost making the distance until someone latched onto her wrist and yanked her back into camp.

"Not so fast, hood."

Groaning, the girl turned. She pulled her wrist away and looked at the guy with raised brows. It wasn't hard to recognise him — in the skybox, kids from alpha always became hot talk if you knew of their presence (unlike Clarke and Wells, solitary). Miller's kid wasn't kept in solitary. Actually, Nathan Miller was popular in the skybox; he was a hit amongst the kids.

Robin didn't know Nathan Miller, but it looked like he knew her. It wasn't too surprising. A lot of kids knew she was the hood without her knowing who they were, but Miller was a kid she did know. She knew he was light with his fingers, anyway.

   Rumour had it that Nathan Miller was a good thief. A fantastic pick-pocket, which was quite ironic seeing as he'd been committing crime since he was a child all the while his father, David Miller, was chief guard. Not many kids on alpha station became criminals, but Nathan was the unlucky exception to that rule— or, perhaps lucky. Robin knew that she would have committed crimes simply to leave alpha station. While they were rich, they weren't half snobby! So it was no wonder Miller became a name in the skybox; he had defied his own station and given less than two hoots. He was a criminal in the councils eyes, and yet he had come from the top of the pile, not the bottom of the scrapheap like the rest of them, down there. The concept was interesting, and one Robin didn't totally understand as she thought about it, but one she respected nonetheless. Miller was dumb but kinda respectable. And, he wasn't as annoying as Clarke and Wells had proved themselves to be.

    "Do you mind?" She shot him a nasty look for grabbing her by the wrist.

    "Not at all," Miller grinned.

   Robin rolled her eyes, was chivalry non-existent? Arms crossed, the girl stared him up and down in silent challenge. Miller noticed, his face twisting in mischief.

    "Bellamy said no one leaves," he said while shrugging. As Robin scowled at his words, Miller faked some sympathy; "Sorry, lil' red."

   Her brows shot up at the nickname, before she digested what he had said about Bellamy's rules. Robin couldn't care less about the rules Bellamy made. To prove it, she span on her heel and walked through the gate while flipping her hair, "Cute— but I don't care."

    "Brave."

    "I try," she said.

    "But you still can't leave," he told her.

    "Wanna test that theory?" Robin glared at his hand when the boy reached for her wrist again, ready to rip it off.

"Why'd you wanna head out there, anyway?" Miller didn't get her persistence to leave camp. As far as he was aware, no one was needing anything — especially not after recent deaths. Their tasks were to build the wall and keep the grounders out. "Wells was got by grounders right outside the wall,"

"Wells was annoying; he probably pissed them off," perhaps her words were cruel, and unnecessary considering the boy was killed, but she had also told Jaha Junior to fall down the ladder of the ship and break his neck once, so she thought that it was quite light if it was compared to other things she had said. Robin noticed Miller's eyes widen slightly, only a little, before his lip twitched. "Not like I have much to live for, anyway. So—" Robin jutted her jaw leftward and said, "—get out my way."

"Listen—"

"Relax, Miller!"

They both turned to see Octavia walking towards them, Jasper's arm looped through hers.

"We're just going outside the wall," the girl explained. A second passed where Jasper looked faint at her words, but she ignored the way he wobbled and smiled smugly, just like her brother. "Robin's just waiting for us, jerk."

"None of you should be going outside the wall," Miller glanced at them skeptically. He had no way of really stopping them, but he was just trying to follow Bellamy's orders. They had trained for the guard together, way back, and he was loyal to his fellow cadet even if he had been older than Miller. Bellamy was a friend. He was far more standoffish now, but the loyalties remained all the same. And he had a suspicious feeling that Bellamy wouldn't be happy if Miller let his baby sister leave camp and get eaten by grounders. "No one is allowed to leave; Bellamy's orders." His eyes flickered to the king himself, across camp. "...but I guess if you wanna get eaten, you can deal with your brother." Miller shrugged and stepped back, so they could pass, "Ya didn't see me— alright?"

"Whatever," Octavia rolled her eyes at him.

She muttered pussy! as she walked by, dragging a fragile looking Jasper behind her. Miller bumped her in the side playfully and she smiled sarcastically at him.

Robin strolled after the pair with an arrogant hum. She felt the glare Miller aimed at her back, and threw a middle finger over her head. He murmured something that made her smirk, and fuelled a slight skip in her step. It wasn't the reason she wanted to get out of camp and explore the forest, but she guessed it was better than her being kept in camp and watching Murphy be an asshole.

Bumping into Jasper's back, she stopped short when he made no effort to move further than just outside the gates. He apologised to her under his breath, barely looking at her and instead keeping his eyes focused on the greenery around them. An anxious hand came up to hover above his chest where he had been speared. Robin was aware that they had been working to get him to face the world and not let his experience traumatise him out of living, but there was a clear hesitance in Jasper's eyes. Robin couldn't really blame him, if she was honest.

Robin carefully slipped past him and leaned against the wall, an eye closely trained on Octavia as she strolled further on. She made a note to thank the girl for smoothly lying to get her out of camp, as well as past CSI MILLER; she had been quick, and cunning, and Robin decided Octavia wasn't too bad of a kid.

"Look, we're already here!" Said girl exclaimed, "Just a few steps, okay? One foot in front of the other..."

Octavia noticed Jasper wasn't behind her.

"Hey— what's wrong?"

"Hm—?" His eyes flickered over to her and he shook his head, a futile attempt to assure her there was nothing bothering him. Lies didn't come as naturally to Jasper as they did to Octavia, it seemed. "Oh, nothing. I'm good."

Octavia sighed, "Jasper, it's been a week— okay?" She turned to Robin, whom she noted hadn't made a beeline to the woods as she thought the girl would have, "There's nothing to be afraid of, right Robin? You've been given a second chance, Jasp! You gotta use it!"

While she strode on, Jasper stole a glance at Robin. She looked a lot calmer about being outside the walls, as calm as Octavia did, so it eased his worry slightly. Monty had told him that she had played a role in rescuing him with Clarke and Finn, and she had even gone out to find medicine for him, so Jasper found her presence a vague comfort — if something happened, she and Octavia would be least likely to let him die a terrible death by grounder. He hoped, anyway. Robin was the hood, wasn't she? Sure, he didn't know her well, but as far as he knew that was her whole shtick: helping kids, helping them survive and all that. Monty liked her, too; trusted her.

"If the grounders get you—" she got cut off.

"What?"

"If the grounders you," Robin repeated with emphasis, noticing his panic. "We'll stop them. Saved you once, we'll save you again."

Jasper sighed, "Thanks."

   She waved him off.

    "See?" Octavia grinned, spinning around to walk backwards. In a joyous fashion, she threw her arms out. On earth, the girl looked at home.

    "You can't live your life in the dropship, Jasper! You had a shitty experience but you lived, and you can't let fear stop you from living! Don't be afraid, you gotta slay the demons!"

   Robin's mind ventured back to the cave, and how Bellamy dealt with Charlotte's nightmares. Her brows knotted, figuring that they must have gotten the whole slay your demons motto as children, back on the ark. Robin realised she knew very little about Octavia. Poor kid never had a life, but she did have a brother who lived for her.

"C'mon, Jas— ah!"

Taken aback by the sudden scream and the vanishing girl, Robin stumbled over her own two feet.

"Octavia?" Jasper yelled in worry. "Octavia!"

"Octavia?" Robin repeated her name as she rushed toward the bushes, only to have Jasper grab her arm and tug her back. While it was sweet that he didn't want her to be snatched by grounder, he was twice frightened as she was. Robin was more worried that they would get the blame when Bellamy found out his sister was gone if Miller squealed, and said they were with her. Not only did she not want to deal with Bellamy, but believe it or not, Robin didn't really want Octavia to be dead.

"Octavia?"

"Jasper," Robin hissed.

"Octavia, are you okay?" Still clinging to Robin like a lifeline, a hand somehow finding it's way into hers, Jasper found new sudden confidence and rushed towards the rustling bush; "Octavia—!"

"Hey, jerk!" Octavia jumped up, causing Jasper to lurch back at the shock of it. He took Robin with him and she forcibly dragged him back up, glaring at the random kid Octavia shoved away from her. He was laughing, jeering, and thinking he was funny. She sent him another shove, "Get the hell out of here!" While he scurried in the direction of camp, Octavia sighed. She rotated her body quick enough to catch Jasper's crumpled face, "Jasper—"

To Robin's dismay, Jasper shook his head and made for the gate of camp, humiliated and upset. He was still holding Robin's hand, and she was once again pulled with him when he tripped. Landing hard on the muddy ground, Jasper grunted and rapidly started his apologies to Robin — whom lay on the floor in a heap, biting on her lip to smother the groans and moans of pain with her shoulder taking the brunt of her fall. A heavy breath through her nose, and Robin let go of Jasper's hand so that Octavia could try and get the boy to his feet. She placed her palms against the dirt and heaved, a successful attempt to get up before she saw it. Jasper was frozen; he pointed a shaky finger at it, and it didn't take very long for Octavia to see it, as well.

Two dismembered fingers.

Robin breathed, "Son of a bitch..."

The three of them shared a glance, their stomachs queasy, but a same look of agreement in their eyes. They needed to tell Bellamy.

 
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