This chapter is completely off my own back, so the structure may be a little wobbly. If that's the case, then I apologise in advance :L

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T W E N T Y  T H R E E | INSUBORDINATE

She was alive.

It didn't make sense to him at first. He was so adamant that his daughter had burned to ashes along with the rest of the Hundred. Nothing but a burned pool of burned flesh and flecks of bone.

But he was wrong. All that time he had spent grieving the loss of his one soft spot, he was wrong. Carter, amongst others, was alive. He wanted to talk to her the second he heard Clarke Griffin's voice crackle through the speakers. But upon hearing that one of their respective camp mate's life was in danger, he decided it would be best to leave it until later.

But the longer that thought was left to fester in his mind, the stronger Kane's nerves got. What would he say? 'Hello Carter, how's Earth? Sorry I haven't been a good father and tried harder to contact you. Guess you kind of expected it considering I've never been a good dad.' No, he waved the thought away almost immediately. He wasn't expecting a happy reunion with Carter, by all means-- in truth, he expected the opposite. Kane had already prepared himself for the suspected abuse Carter would hurl at him for his poor paternal skills.

Even in Carter's youth, Kane wasn't much of a good dad, he spent most of his time trying to uphold his status in his work rather than noting Carter passing all her milestones. Even when Mia had died, Kane had little to do with Carter, especially after finding out Kane was the one to initiate that execution of her mother. She shut him out of her life and he didn't even push to win her back, instead, he did what Kane does best.

He worked. Leaving Finn and Raven to pick up and fix the broken pieces of his daughter. And how did he thank them? He sneered whenever he saw the two in mild distaste-- always thinking he was better than their existence.

He caused Carter to grieve and he couldn't even clean up his mess. Pathetic, Kane hissed at himself. The burdening weight of Carter's 'death' may no longer heavily weigh on his shoulders, but now he had the weight and responsibility of the death of three hundred-and-twenty people as well building bridges with his daughter.

Kane quickly scurried into his room and thrusted open the small metal safe he had under his bed. Inside the safe was a few important documents, a letter to Carter and a 170 year-old whiskey. Greedily, Kane unscrewed the lid and brought the bittersweet liquid to his mouth, welcoming the burn it left trailing down his throat. He hoped that the alcohol would numb the ever growing emotions he felt.

For the time being, at least.

Carter's knuckles rapped against the metal of the hatch to the top level of the drop ship, her face hardened with purpose.

After a moment of waiting, she knocked again, but harder.

"They're not gonna answer," Octavia sighed in defeat. Her eyes focused on the blond as she lazily held onto the ladder, yet her body was so rigid. "I've tried."

"If they had any sense, they would open this damn hatch now!" Carter yelled the last part, hoping they would hear the seriousness in her voice. Just as she was about to start banging harder, there was a swift movement above them and the hatch opened. Bellamy's impatient face loomed above her.

"What?"

"Let me up." Carter demanded, not waiting for an answer as she pushed her way forward and onto the upper level. Her eyes scanned carefully around the room, hoping to find the item she needed. But, what she saw was far from what she was looking for. Her eyes widened.

The Grounder that Bellamy had brought in earlier was tied up like an animal, his breathing hoarse and uneven. There was a mixture of shallow and deep cuts across his face and along his arms. The Grounder's head was dipped with exhaustion and it looked as if he could barely hold up his own weight. The mysterious man Carter was intimidated by had been stripped back into a defenseless human.

Carter snapped her gaze back to Bellamy, her eyes narrowed into a scowl but the shock was still evident on her face. He fell silent for a moment, looking down at his hands before speaking. "I didn't want you to see this."

Didn't want me to see this? Carter frowned with disbelief. So, he was quite happy to hurt a man, Grounder or not, as long as she remained oblivious to it? "Torture? Have we really stooped to that level?"

"Yes. We have." Bellamy replied bluntly, not missing a beat. The metal pole he had in his grip was raised and pointed towards the Grounder's broken form. Bellamy's stare stayed on Carter. "His people have killed our people. He stabbed Finn!"

"So that gives you a free pass to beat the shit out of him?" Carter cocked her head, stepping closer to the leader. Her posture was strong and had no chance of backing down.

"No," Bellamy shook his head, his jaw tightened. "That gives me the free pass to kill the bastard." Carter scoffed at his words and he narrowed his eyes. "Since when did you start talking like Clarke?"

Carter blinked at his words for a moment before letting out a humorless laugh. "Since we decided it was acceptable to torture our own species! Whether he's a Grounder or not." Carter turned her attention to the beaten outsider. "It makes us as bad as them."

Bellamy opened his mouth, ready to argue back, but the voice that filled the room was not his. "Hey Carter, are we doing this or not?"

Carter looked around Bellamy and regarded the girl who was addressing her. Kara had an eyebrow rose as she waited for an answer, her head sticking out of the hatch opening. Suddenly, Carter remembered the primary reason she came up to the top level in the first place. Rope. She needed rope. She quickly scanned the room, ignoring the Grounder the best she could, and quickly spotted some rope discarded in the corner. How convenient, she mused as she retrieved it.

Just as she was about to make her way back to where Kara's head poked up from, a calloused hand grabbed her arm and she looked down, noticing the bloody knuckles. It wasn't just his blood either. Her attention then shot up to Bellamy's face. He was looking between her and the rope she held, questionably. "What are you doing?"

"What I'm doing has jack squat to with you." She hissed, not hiding the annoyance and anger she felt towards him. Towards the actions he opted to take on the Grounder.

"Carter, we've got to go..." Kara's impatient tone cut off the glaring match between the two.

"I know," Carter acknowledged her eyes still fixed on Bellamy's face. It was just as rigid and hard as her own. "And we will go as soon as I've got my arm back."

"Tell me what you're doing and you can have your arm back." Bellamy grounded out, his grip on her arm tightened but not so much that he was hurting her.

She opened her mouth with every intention to insult the hell out of him, but then Finn's pained face came to mind and she was abruptly reminded that she had a greater task to do than argue with her oh-so-frustratingly annoying leader. "Fine." She growled, yanking her arm out of his hand, not holding back on the aggression. "The satellite on the roof has been disturbed from the storm, and we need to fix it so we can contact the Ark again. Happy?"

"The hell you are!" Bellamy's voice boomed through Carter's mind, making her freeze in her spot with surprise. She briefly wondered how he went from the nice, almost caring guy that she met in the tent to this demanding, cold jackass she wouldn't mind punching.

"Excuse me?" Carter raised an eyebrow.

"You aren't going out in that," His head gestured towards the outside of the Drop ship despite that none of them could see outside. "It's too dangerous."

"I'm not an idiot." Carter took a defensive tone, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's why we've got rope, so we don't get blown off."

"You aren't going out there." His voice was hard and authoritative, though Carter was unphased. She had seen the softer sides of Bellamy to know he's nothing to be afraid of. Well, at least she hoped she had nothing to be afraid of, but one look at that Grounder's face was enough to prove her wrong. Yet, she had a feeling he wouldn't hurt her. "Neither of you are." Bellamy added, sparing a glance at Kara before turning back to Carter.

"Listen buddy, I don't know wh-"

"- Don't waste your breath on him, Kara." Carter cut off the brunette before she managed to end up on Bellamy's shit-list too. "He's not worth the oxygen."

"You think I'm joking?" Bellamy frowned angrily, stepping closer to the blonde. "Because I'm not. You're not going out there."

"Oh, you think I'm joking? You have another thing coming if you think I'm gonna listen to your orders, sunshine. And you can't stop me." Carter's voice was low and unwavering under the leader's hard glare. She felt her frustration bubble angrily in her stomach and quickly decided to turn around and make a hasty exit before she did something she would end up regretting.

Bellamy Blake would be the death of her, she was sure.

                                                                  ***

"Are you sure you both want to do this?" Clarke's eyebrows weaved with concern as she looked between the two girls.

"Are you kidding? I need to get out of this Drop ship before I end up going crazy." Carter attempted to laugh. Keyword; attempted. Even to her, it was too forced and she quickly covered it with a cough. "Seriously Clarke, I went into space for a living, this is nothing."

Clarke studied her carefully before nodding, seemingly convinced with her lie. Externally, she attempted to keep herself emotionless and under control, but internally, was was freaking out. She watched as the rain pummelled violently against the ground, even the howling of the wind set her on edge, let alone the thunder and lighting. Clarke turned her attention to Kara, silently asking if she was okay with their task, the girl merely shrugged in response.

"It should be fun." Kara dismissed the worried look Clarke gave her and smiled. Carter had no doubts that Kara wasn't scared, if she was she would have never volunteered to help.

When Carter first realized someone needed to go and fix the satellite, she knew it would be her since she was the only one that was familiar with Drop ship roof. However, she never expected help. It was greatly needed, but it was something she could have managed without. So when Kara offered her help, Carter was taken by surprise. No one told the girl she was obligated to lend a hand, she just did. And Carter gratefully accepted.

Once Clarke seemed satisfied with their answers, she walked back over to where Finn lay. He was unconscious again and Raven had continuously voiced her concern on his temperature, which only pushed Carter further. Whilst Clarke had a decent amount of medical training behind her, Carter felt as if they needed Abby back-- a true doctor.

Shaking her head clear of all thoughts, Carter zipped up Bellamy's jacket and took one last look over at her best friend. She was doing this for him. After bidding Raven and Clarke goodbye, both girls set off, pulling back the drape of the Drop ship and heading out into the harsh weather.

The rain slapped against their skin and the gushes of wind were strong enough to blow both girls off their feet but they managed to stay grounded until they got to ladder. Carter squinted through the weather and turned to Kara, handing her part of the rope she retrieved.

"Tie this around your waist! When we're on the roof it's gonna be a hell of a lot stronger!"  Carter yelled over the fury of the wind and rain. Instead of verbally replying, Kara nodded, her hands moved from sheltering her eyes to tying the rope around her waist just as Carter did.

Getting up the ladder was the easy part. It was when they finally hit the roof it became harder. Just as Carter predicted, the wind was not only stronger but bitter too, and it bit away at their cheeks. The roof was slick with rain making it that little bit harder. Carter and Kara quickly tied themselves to the ladder. It didn't take them long to spot the crooked satellite dish.

"There!" Kara yelled over the wind and Carter squinted, following Kara's gaze until it landed on her satellite. She let a breath of relief as she noticed it wasn't broken, it had just been thrown off it's stand.

"It's all good, we won't be up here long! I just need to put the satellite back!" Carter explained as they both made their way to the center of the roof, where the satellite had been discarded. Carter got to her knees and thoroughly inspected the item, double checking if it had sustained any storm damage.

"Can I ask you something?" Kara asked, her voice still loud but there was no need to shout as the wind died down a little.

"Okay..." Carter nodded, not looking away from her contraption.

"Why won't anyone in camp give Murphy a chance?"

Carter froze and her back tensed. Images of Charlotte's fear struck face flittered in her mind and she tightened her jaw, turning to look at the brunette. "You're joking right?" When Kara made no move to talk and her facial expression didn't waver, Carter frowned. "You're not joking." It was more of  a statement than a question.

"Yeah, he's an ass but why shouldn't he be given a second chance?"

Carter stopped working on the satellite at looked up at the brunette beside her. She blinked at Kara as she tried to understand why the girl was asking such a question. A question that was too close to home for Carter's liking. "I don't think now is the right time or place to talk about this. We're supposed to be fixing the satellite." Just as Carter turned back to finish her work, which really consisted of securing the satellite, Kara began to speak again.

"I think now is the perfect time to talk about it." She retorted, her tone even. " You were there that night. You saw how bad Murphy felt, but no one would give him a second chance. He didn't mean any of this," Kara sighed and turned her gaze to the floor. "He was just upset that his own group could hang him up like an animal-- you would be too if that was you."

"No," Carter shook her head, curtly. "I would never take the route he took. Sure, I would be pissed for everyone jumping to conclusions, but I can assure you, I would never ever act like he did."

"He's not a bad person, he was jus-"

"- He killed Charlotte!" Carter cut the girl off, her voice clipped and harsh. She couldn't understand why anyone would dare stick up for a murderer. Especially a dick like Murphy. "A little girl died because of him!"

"Murphy didn't push Charlotte off that edge, she did that herself. No one else-- When will you people accept that instead of condemning him!" Kara's tone matched Carter as the two girls continued to glare at each other. Though Kara's words may have been true, Carter refused to listen to them. Her heart still panged at the mention of Charlotte's name, even more so when she was made to go back to that night. The night she decided to jump. Kara must have noticed the sudden mixture of vulnerability and sadness in Carter's features as she sighed and her face softened slightly. Though only slightly. "Look, I know Murphy isn't innocent and sure, he did play a part in Charlotte's suicide but blaming him for everything that happened isn't gonna take the pain away. Believe me, I know." There was a hidden meaning behind Kara's words though Carter decided not to pursue further.

"Why are you defending him?" Carter suddenly asked with a frown. Her voice still had an element of hostility, but it had quietened considerably upon realizing that snapping at Kara wasn't going to help things.

"Because I believe in second chances..." Kara trailed off thoughtfully, before speaking again. "Actually, I've given him more than two chances, but that's not the point. I know there's a good part of Murphy somewhere, I've seen it. He's just... misunderstood."

Carter suppressed the urge to scoff. 'Misunderstood' wouldn't be the term she used to describe him. "What's the point in giving him a second chance? He's probably lost in the woods somewhere anyway. Hopefully the Grounders have found him." Carter muttered bitterly, her opinion of Murphy didn't sway.

There was a long pause between them before Kara took a sharp intake of air, startling Carter.

"The Grounders have found him." Kara blurted, her eyes wide. This gained Carter's full attention and not even the storm around them could have diverted Carter away from what she just heard.

"What?"

"The night after Bellamy banished him from camp, I looked after him-- since no one else gave a shit about him," Carter didn't miss the faint bitterness in Kara's voice, or face. She stayed quiet though, urging the girl to continue. "The next morning I saw him get dragged away by Grounders. Three of them." A pause. "You can't tell anyone, it will only scare the Hundred and that's the last thing this camp needs."

"They didn't just kill him?" Carter asked, her tone empty of emotion. Kara shook her head in confusion but otherwise stayed quiet. A moment passed before Carter quickly came to a conclusion she preyed to be wrong. If they didn't just dispose of Murphy that meant they wanted something from him first. Information. "Oh my god, he's gonna tell them about camp." He was bitter enough towards us anyway, Carter added silently,  it wouldn't take a lot for him to tell the Grounders everything.

"Was there any regard to Murphy's safety there at all?" Kara's expression turned sour and she stood to her feet, unphased by the strong tuffs of wind. "Do you even care if he's okay?"

"No." Was Carter's bunt reply as she stood up too, suddenly too annoyed and anxious to be able to focus on the satellite. "Like I said, I hoped the Grounder's found him so he suffers for the pain he's caused us. But don't you get it? He's gonna tell them everything. Our strengths, weapons, supplies, our weaknesses. I'm not concerned about him, but more like the lives of camp which are now in danger."

"You don't even know that! How do we know the Grounders even speak English? See, how is he supposed to be himself when everyone in camp always thinks the worst of him?"

"Because he's a bad person, Kara! He's responsible for Charlotte's death, whether you like it or not. You think Charlotte wanted to jump?" It was rhetorical question. "She practically begged us to make sure Murphy didn't get to her. If he never wanted revenge, she would have never-" She quickly cut herself off, shaking her head as she did. "She would still be here."

"He's still human." Kara muttered and whilst it was a simple retort, it struck Carter deep. Earlier, she got angry at Bellamy for torturing a Grounder. The people that had killed many of the Hundred and were willing to kill more. She got defensive over him yet she was more than happy to see one of their own tossed out like his life meant nothing to them. She hated Murphy with a burning passion, but that was no reason for what happened-- surely, there was other ways to reach civilization amongst the Hundred that didn't involve death? Murphy was the biggest jackass Carter had ever had the pleasure of meeting, but he was still human.

Of  course, with that in mind, Carter still wanted to beat the shit out of him for the pain he had left her with.

Pushing all the thoughts of Murphy, Grounders and her own need for revenge, Carter sighed, suddenly feeling overwhelmed again. There was already too much she was dealing with, she didn't need to balance anymore than what she had. Her main priority; Finn. "Can we talk about this some other time? I mean, we are on a roof during a god damn storm while my best friend could still be dying... Murphy isn't my problem-- Finn is and I intend to help him by securing this freaking satellite. Now we can either argue about some douche bag or we can do what we were supposed to be doing."

Kara opened her mouth to protest, but settled with a nod. Wise choice. Just as the two was about to get on with the work that called them to the roof in the first place, a strong talon of wind hit them at full force, it felt like running into a wall. Carter managed to quickly find her footing before she was blown backwards, the air forced from her lungs. The same couldn't be said for Kara. A sudden yelp from behind her caught Carter's attention and her eyes widened as she saw Kara stumble backwards, her arms swung wildly to keep herself balanced but it was too late. One moment she was stood at the edge of the Drop ship with a frightful look in her eyes, the next she was gone. Her body toppled over the side.

It was her scream that knocked Carter out of her fearful trance. "Kara!" Carter cried, running to the edge of the Drop ship with desperation. Carter had tried to brace herself for yet another camp mate dead, her heart in her throat, but when she peered over the edge she almost laughed as relief flooded through her. Instead of crushed against the mossy ground, Kara's body was suspended, dangling half way down the Drop ship, the rope tied securely around her waist was her savior. Even from on the roof, Carter could hear the girl's erratic breathing. Carter would have let her tense muscles relax at the sight of the girl alive, but she had no time to, as she rushed to try and save the suspended brunette. "I'm gonna pull you up, just hang on!"

"I am!" Came a strained, slightly annoyed reply and Carter grabbed the rope, attempting to pull the girl up but things weren't working in her favor was her rope was sick with rain.

"Kara, I'm gonna need you to help me out," Carter tried to keep her nerves out of her voice. "When I pull, I need you to put your feet on the Drop ship wall and walk upwards, can you do that?"

There was a pregnant pause before Kara answered hesitantly. "I think so."

Not the answer Carter walk looking for, but she made do with it anyway. "Okay. One..." Carter gripped hold of the rope with both hands as tight as she could. "Two..." She braced her feet on the small platform of the roof to stop herself from slipping and took a deep breath. "... Three!" Both girls thrusted into their work, Carter pulled the rope as hard as she could, her body quivered under her tense muscles and Kara used all of her weight to propel herself off the Drop ship wall and pushed herself upwards. A few grunts slipped Carter's throat, though they were drowned out by the tensity of the weather. Once Kara was close enough, Carter quickly grabbed Kara's hand which was just as slippery as the rope, but with both if their efforts, Kara was pulled back onto the roof and they both fell backwards, their breaths shallow and uneven. A moment passed the two of them as they tried to get their breath back and slow their heartbeat-- Kara's was beating faster for obvious reasons. Carter finally let her shoulders sag with relief at the thought that they didn't have to lose another camp member.

"Thanks," Kara breathed, her voice still shaky.

"Can we just get this fixed before that happens again?" Carter gulped at the air. Both girls stared at each other with wide eyes before coming to a mutual agreement. The second that satellite was secure, the quicker they could get the hell off that roof. There had been too many close calls for one lifetime, let alone one day.