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F I V E | TROUBLE IN PARADISE

Carter awoke on top of the Drop ship just as the sun began to rise and reflected off the glistening dew drops that surrounded her. She sat up sleepily as a groggy smile eased onto her face as the crisp morning air nipped at her arms. She watched with awe as the sun rose, shielding her eyes as the bright fiery orange and yellow rays began to light up the treeline. It was a hell of a lot more beautiful down on the ground compared to space.

And for the first time since she was on earth, Carter was actually happy to be there-- hell, the way she felt, it was probably the happiest she felt in a while.

She stood up shakily and glanced around in wonderment. She wasn't entirely sure how she managed to sleep amongst exposed wires and other various dangerous objects, but she did. She didn't want to sleep on the floor, especially since Murphy seemed to be out for her blood.

Literally.

The memory of their last encounter surfaced and she glanced at her arm curiously. It had stopped bleeding, but there was a large gash going from the top of her shoulder to half way down her bicep surrounded with crusted dark blood. She poked it and hissed as a singe of pain flowed through her whole arm. With a disconted huff, she pulled her grey sweater on and tried to ignore the large patch of blood along the sleeve. Carefully, she began climbing down the ladder, jumping down the last few pegs onto the damp mud below.

Carter looked around the camp with a half-lidded sleepy gaze. Only a few people were up, aimlessly walking around with nothing to do, some spoke together and small groups with small smiles.

She contemplated going to her little reserve she found, but quickly decided against it. She didn't want to risk being followed and it's location found. It was selfish of her not to tell the others, but she didn't care. It was an escape for her and only her.

Her eyes fell on the Drop ship and they lit with an idea. There was probably scrap pieces of metal she could manipulate to make as tools so she could finally fix the panels on the roof. Some of the Hundred had taken shelter in there for the night, so she made sure to be quiet. Most of the interior had already been used to make tents and other things the camp could use, but in the corner there was some discarded screws from the seats and bent pieces of metal. She bit back a smile and the urge to fist pump the air and grabbed the materials before making a quick exit out, successfully waking no one up.

Until she got outside. She lost her footing as she walked down the ramp and fell, all the the scrap metal flying out of her hands and clattering down onto the ramp. She cringed at the loudness of it, followed by a moan from inside the Drop ship.

"What was that?" A croaky voice slurred from inside, although where they were still half-asleep and didn't have full control of their speech it came out more like, 'Wohtwuszat?"

"Sorry!" Carter whisper-yelled back, picking herself up and the metal. She could feel her neck and cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "Idiot." She mumbled to herself, retreating towards the fire that managed to survive the night.

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A few hours later, practically all of the Hundred were up. Some moaned about the noise that woke them up early that morning and Carter looked down at her feet inconspicuously.

"So, what did you do to get here?" A boy who sat across her asked. He couldn't have been older than sixteen and was just staring at her through the dull flames of the camp fire as she sharpened and bent the thick stick of metal.

"I knew too much," she replied vaguely, sticking the edge of the stick into the fire until it glowed a dull orange and red. She used the other piece of metal to help bend it and then inspected it with a proud smile. It worked as a makeshift screwdriver on one end and the other end was sharp enough for her to make a hole in the drop ship roof and the left over panels. She stood up and stretched her stiff muscles. "Well, I've got work to do," she felt as if she should say goodbye to the kid even though they had exchanged a sentence each.

"Oh! Yeah, me too," he rushed out standing up quickly. "Well, uh, goodbye Carter."

Her eyebrows rose into her hairline. "You know my name?"

"Well yeah," he shrugged, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair sheepishly. "Most people know who you are. You're Councilman Kane's daughter."

Her smile faltered. Figures. That was all she was known for; her dad. She forced a grin and played with the piece of metal in her hand absently. "I need to get going. Goodbye, uh..."

"Steven." He smiled. Carter nodded once politely and turned on her heel towards the way she came. She stalked up to the Drop ship and almost tripped. Again.

But this time, it wasn't because she lost her balance. Her eyes widened at the sight of Bellamy-- which is something she would never dream of-- it was like he completely changed over night. Technically, he did, he wasn't wearing the guards uniform he wore the day before. His dark hair wasn't slicked back anymore, but nested on his head wildly and freely and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Carter's eyes shamefully flickered to his toned chest and she bit her lip.

Overnight he managed to get hot. Like, really hot.

She shook her head forcefully and looked away, tightening her grip on her new tool. A pretty brunette sauntered out of his tent and curved around the side of his body. Carter smirked to herself, who knew he was a womanizer? She thought sarcastically. With a deep exhale, she continued her path to the Drop ship, disinterested in the continuous tension between Wells and Bellamy. This time it looked like it was over clothes.

Just as she was about to climb the ladder to her favorite place in camp, a shrill of a scream shot through the camp and Carter suddenly forgot what she was about to do and ran towards  the scream, as if off instinct. She pushed past a group of kids and skidded to a stop when she saw Murphy holding a girl over the fire.

Murphy looked up with a less-than-human sadistic smile and caught eyes with her. His smile widened and an unwelcome chill ran down Carter's spine. There was something definitely wrong with him.

"Let her go, Murphy," She grounded out forcefully.

"And why would I do that?" Murphy let out a hollow chuckle. His gaze shifted from her to someone else and his smile gained a fraction of sanity. Though it was only a fraction. "Bellamy," he greeted their self-elected leader. "Check it out, we want the Ark to think the ground is killing us right, figured it would look better if we suffer a little bit first."

Carter's jaw turned slack. She was actually scared of him as well as for him. He was so far off rails he couldn't even muster a sane thought. Wells charged at him, pushing Murphy with a force that knocked him to the ground, letting go of the girl.

"Let her go!"

She scrambled to her feet and ran off to the side with wide, fearful eyes.

Wells looked up at Bellamy-- who was now sporting a shirt-- and pleaded, "You can stop this."

"Stop this?" Bellamy repeated with disbelief. "I'm just getting started." His eyes drifted to the side just as Murphy landed a punch on Wells' face, the noise sounded throughout the crowd and Carter cringed.

She looked over to Bellamy vacantly, he caught her stare and matched it, his smirk erased. She wanted to yell at him, but she didn't trust herself, not with the amount of information she knew. She curled her lip up in disgust and looked back at Wells and a Murphy who were now on the floor as they fought. It was all morphed together, first Murphy was on top serving the punches then it was Wells. He reeled his fist back and landed a sweet punch on Murphy's cheek. When he didn't move, Wells staggered to his feet and looked at Bellamy with the same pleading look.

"Don't you see you can't control this?" He gestured back to Murphy. Carter watched with horror as Murphy got back to his unsteady feet, the knife she was sliced with the night before firmly in his grip.

"You're dead," he glowered.

"Wells!" She shouted in warning, he turned around just as Murphy stalked up, his arm ready to swing, but Bellamy wedged himself in between, pushing at Murphy's chest.

"Wait," Bellamy ordered. He took out his own knife and held it up to Wells, "Fair fight." He chucked the knife on the ground, just by Wells' feet. Reluctantly, he picked it up and the two boys circled each other. Murphy feigned a lunge and Wells moved too late, Murphy's blade caught his arm. Déjà vu, Carter thought bitterly. He hissed in pain and Murphy took the opportunity to spit out,

"This is for my father," He swung his blade wildly, but underestimated Wells, losing his footing. Wells gained the upper hand and held the knife to Murphy's throat. There was a new look in his eyes, one similar to Murphy's when he held the girl over the fire and Carter didn't like it.

"Wells!" A new voice called out. Carter followed it to see Clarke and Finn walking down to the fire pit, both observing the situation with with confusion. Carter smiled at the sight of Finn and ran up to him, forgetting about everyone else. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he chuckled lightly at her eagerness, hugging her back.

"What's up Bambi, you miss me?" He murmured playfully. She pulled away and feigned a scowl.

"Shut up." She grinned. She did, and he knew she did. They both turned their attention back to the scene around the fire.

"Let him go!" Clarke ordered. Wells clenched his jaw and pushed Murphy away forcefully, causing the boy to stagger. Murphy made an ungodly growl and went to swing again, but Bellamy pushed him away with authorization.

"Woah, enough!" He ordered, "Murphy enough!" There was a groan in pain and he looked up to see Octavia and another kid, she was hurt and using him for support. "Octavia!" He called, rushing to her.

Carter watched with wide eyes at the amount of concern he had towards his sister. It reminded her of what he said last night and she involuntarily swallowed. He wasn't lying when he said he would do anything for Octavia, Carter could just see it. He couldn't have been as cold hearted as she originally thought.

Well, not to his sister anyway.

"Hey, what happened to your arm?" Finn broke Carter's train of thought. She looked to him and then down at her blood-soaked sweater.

"I was making friends," She replied nonchalantly.

"Carter, who did this to you?" He spoke lowly. There was both concern and anger in his eyes as he studied her. She chewed the inside of her cheek, averting his gaze. He grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her down on the log behind them. "We're not done with this conversation." He whispered sternly.

"Where's the food?" Bellamy asked, looking between Finn and Clarke.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather," Finn answered grimly as he took a seat beside Carter.

"Then what the hell happened out there?"

"We were attacked," Clarke knitted her eyebrows. There was fear that laced into her voice and it perked Carter's attention... and not in a good way.

"Attacked?" Wells suddenly spoke, looking at his former best friend. "By what?"

"Not what," Finn looked up gravely. "Who."

"I don't like the sound of this..." Carter groaned quietly, holding her head in her hands.

"Turns out when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last Grounder."

"It's true," Clarke nodded, her voice gained a stronger tone. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong, there are people here. Survivors. The good news is that we can survive, the radiation won't kill us,"

"The bad news is, the Grounders will," Finn sighed. Carter stood up and clenched her jaw, pacing in a small circle.

They were screwed. So royally screwed. With the way the Hundred were acting, they would be dead within a week, Carter was sure. They needed control and they needed weapons-- that was the only way they could fend for themselves.

"Where's the kid with the goggles?"

Carter looked up and noticed that there was a kid missing. She looked to Clarke expectantly. "Jasper was hit. They took him." Her eyes fell to Wells' wrist and she yanked up his sleeve. "Where's your wristband?"

Wells pulled his arm away and glared at Bellamy. "Ask him."

Clarke took a threatening step forward and asked, "How many?"

"Twenty-four and counting," Murphy smirked. His face was already bruised and bloodied from his fight with Wells and Carter couldn't help but want to add more to that face of his. Especially his nose.

"You idiots," Clarke whispered incredulously. "Life support on the Ark is dying, it's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again and we need their help against whoever's out there. If you take off your wristband you're not just killing them, you're killing us!"

Carter gasped and touched the cold metal of her wristband. How could she not know that? She always knew everything concerning the Ark-- much to Kane's distain-- how could she have not known that? Her stomach ignited with a fury towards Bellamy, Murphy, even her own father. Her body began to shake under the anger and she felt her breathing increase, she did not come down here and keep a stupid secret just for her father to die up there anyway. She went to jump for the closest one to her, Murphy, but Finn grabbed her elbow before anyone could see her seething. She looked over to him and he shook his head.

"You're better than that." He spoke quietly, just so she could hear. She balled her fists and took a deep breath, slowly nodding at him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from them. He knew she wouldn't keep her mouth shut otherwise, and it was her mouth that always got her in trouble.

Once they were out of earshot,  Carter pulled at her hair and groaned. She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths.

"How? How can they be so stupid? " She mumbled, peeking through on eye to look at Finn. He was beside her, leaning against the same tree and staring forward. "It actually hurts me on a spiritual level."

"I don't know, especially when Clarke talks as much sense as she does. You didn't see it, Carter, the way they threw that spear at Jasper... it was so fast and- and accurate. It's not safe here, not on our own."

Carter's eyes shot open. "Jasper was speared?" She pushed away from the tree and looked at Finn with knitted eyebrows.

"Yeah, straight through the chest," He nodded. "We thought he was dead but then we heard him scream so we ran back and he was gone..."

"They took him." Carter concluded with a nod. "Wait, he screamed?"

"Yeah."

"Which means he could still be alive," She furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip. If there was a chance he was alive, they needed to get him. "Do you know what way they could have taken him?"

"Well yeah, there was onl-"

"-then we need to get moving. Now." Carter's voice had a strength and determination in it that made Finn raise his brows. She hardly ever spoke with so much authority. "I'm no doctor but if he was impaled through the chest I doubt he'll have long to live. We need to go, Finn."

He grabbed her arm before she could dart off towards camp and looked at her intently. "First, tell me what happened to your arm."

"Finn, we really don't have time for this."

"Yes we do," he contended, not letting go of her. "Tell me."

She shook him off and sighed. "Murphy, okay? He came at me with a knife."

Carter grimaced as Finn's demeanour darkened. "What?" As he made to storm back into camp and straight towards Murphy. Carter ran in front of him and put her hands on his chest to try and stop him, but it was to no avail.

"No, no! I deserved it Finn, I made a remark about his dad," She strained, pushing all of her weight into his chest. "Who's dead."

He stopped and looked down at her angrily. "And that makes it okay to stab you?"

"Well, he didn't stab me..." Carter trailed off stupidly. "It was just a scratch."

"Yeah, that explains all the blood on your sweater," he retorted sarcastically.

"A deep scratch?" Carter offered. She watched as his eyes darkened more and she quickly spoke before he could do anything stupid. She had seen how dirty Murphy could fight. "Don't. Just... don't. I can take care of myself, and besides, there are more pressing matters, like Jasper's life. Please, Finn, not now."

Finn stared at her for what felt like forever until his eyes softened and an exasperated sigh slipped his lips. "Fine. I won't say anything until we get Jasper back."

A satisfied smile crossed her face and she nodded. "Thank you." He begrudgingly smiled and they walked back to camp, Carter's arm looped in his.