I am still yet to receive my laptop, but I couldn't keep you lot waiting until I got it back, so I wrote all this on my phone and I've gone through it looking for mistakes, but my eyes aren't as keen as Spell Check so do excuse any mistakes.

Btw, it took me a whole hour and a half to download that episode onto my phone, and it's taken up a lot of my memory-- I did all that for you guys. Feel special.

Onwards, to the season finale!

Bold= Swedishhh.

F O U R T Y   T W O | NO ESCAPING THIS WAR

Raven's cries of pain stretched across camp, causing the people outside to wince, hearing the agony in her voice.

Carter winced too, but for a different reason. Raven had a death grip on her fingers, crushing them together and Carter bit down on her lip to stop herself from yelping when Raven squeezed harder. Finn, who was holding Raven's other hand, exchanged a wary glance with Carter. They were both worried for the brunette's well-being. The bullet was too deep for Clarke to even try and get it out and the blonde had stressed that there wasn't enough time for her to operate safely, so cauterzing the wound in order to stop the bleeding was the only thing Clarke could do.

The smell of burning flesh lingured in the air and Carter tried not to breath it in. It smelled vulgar and Raven's wound faired no better than the air smelled. She had a grotesque bloody mark on the side of her abdomen, skin puckered and blistered from the hot blade that closed up the wound.

"There," Clarke placed the blade down on the table, the tip still glowing a bright orange. "That should stop the external bleeding."

"I don't get it, how did Murphy get a gun?" Finn asked, drawing his eyebrows together as he looked towards Bellamy who stood silently beside Carter, his expression was conflicting.

"Long story." Bellamy responded vaguely, feeling no need to waste time with explanations. Carter subconsciously looked down to her wrists, which were now sterilized and bandaged-- courtesy of Clarke-- and shook the memories of Murphy and the cave away. There was more pressing topics to worry about.

"We got lucky," Raven's voice was hoarse and weak. "If Murphy hit the fuel tanks instead of me we'd all be dead."

"Wait, there's rocket fuel down there?" Clarke frowned, leaning closer. "Enough to build a bomb?"

"Enough to build a hundred bombs. If we had any gun powder left."

"It makes sense," Carter murmured, more to herself than to her comrades. "The thrusters never kicked in on time, so there would be hydrazine..." How did she not realize before? "Dammit! If I figured it out sooner we could have used that instead of the crappy mines we did use."

"Relax, it doesn't matter now." Bellamy sideglanced at Carter before looking back around at the mini group that surrounded him. "Let's get back to the Reapers."

In his hand, he held a worn out, leather-faced book filled with various drawings, including one of their camp and Octavia-- much to Bellamy's distain. Carter leaned closer in order to see the sketch of said 'Reapers'. They looked like Grounders, except their appearance seemed more intimidating and angry, if that was even possible. Carter ran her index finger over the drawn markings all over the Reapers face, reminding her of the scales on snakes she once saw in one of the books on the Ark. He wore heavy eye makeup and even as a drawing, his eyes veered downward in an animalistic fashion.

"Maybe they'll help us," Bellamy continued. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"

"They don't look like the kind of people you could have a conversation with, Bell. They look like they would skip the formalities and get right down to tearing you apart." Carter spoke lowly, her eyes still fixed on the sketch. There was an element of fear the lay deep within her voice, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

"Yeah, we saw them." Clarke nodded, her expression grim. "Trust me, it's not an option."

"We don't have time for this!" Finn stressed as his patience wore thin. "Can she walk or not?"

"No." Clarke shook her head, not missing a beat. Carter gnawed at her bottom lip as she watched determination harden in Raven's eyes. "She'll need to be carried."

"The hell I will." The mechanic retorted, straining to lift up her torso. "I'm good to go-"

"-Get your ass back down." Carter cut her off, using her free hand to push her friend back down. Raven narrowed her eyes at the engineer but Carter simply looked down with a sad expression. She knew what it was like to not be able to walk, how infuriating it was, but she didn't want Raven to injure herself further because of her blind stubbornness. "You're not 'good to go' and you know it. So stop pretending, you're not doing yourself any favors."

"Raven, that bullet is still inside you," Clarke informed with an exasperated sigh. "If by some miracle there's no internal bleeding, it might hold until we get somewhere safe. Buy you are not allowed to walk there. Is that clear?"

Very reluctantly, the girl in question nodded.

"I'll go get the stretcher." Finn announced, ready to go find said object when Bellamy's voice pulled him to a halt.

"Can't get run away enough, huh? Real brave."

Finn turned on his heel and walked back to where the others stood, his eyes zoning in on the leader. "Dying in a fight you can't win isn't brave, Bellamy." Finn retorted. "It's stupid."

"Spoken like every coward who's ever ran away from a fight." Bellamy rounded the table, squaring up to the tracker with hard eyes. They both glared at each other and Carter began to grind her teeth together losing her patience.

"You're a fine one to talk about what's cow-"

"-Finn, stop!" Carter snapped, letting go of her injured best friend's hand and crossed her arms over her chest in a won't-take-no-shit fashion. "Both of you. This is not the time to have a battle of goddamn pride. We need to stick together now more than ever, so back off with the testosterone."

With one final glare, Finn took off without saying another word, his shoulders tense. Carter sighed and rubbed at her eyes.

"I'll go sort him out." She murmured as she followed after her best friend, not sticking around long enough for the remaining members to protest. She followed him all the way to the medical tent where he planned on grabbing the stretcher and waited until they were both in the tent and away from prying ears before talking.

"What a dick!" Finn hissed, throwing his arms up in the air to emphasize his pissed off mood. "He thinks he can talk to me about what's cowardly? I'm trying to keep us alive, he's just trying feed that ego of his-"

"-Finn-"

"- I heard how he didn't want to come looking for us on the off-chance that we might be dead. He was too scared to leave the camp and yet he calls me the coward!"

"Shut u-"

"- He just let you walk out of camp completely unarmed, Carter! Because he was too busy worrying about his precious guns, and look what happened! Murphy caught you and-and he tortured yo-"

"I said shut up!" Carter barked, silencing Finn's rant. He stared at her in surprise and she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. She didn't question how he found out about what happened between herself and Murphy, she already knew word travelled fast in a camp consisting of eighty-something members. "Just... stop. Okay, Bellamy's pride may still be overruling his common-sense, but that's Bellamy Blake for you. But don't blame what happened to me on him, that's on me. I was the idiot to walk out of camp unarmed, I was the one that let my guard down giving Murphy a chance to attack, not Bellamy. So don't blame him."

Finn stayed silent for a few beats before sighing, his shoulders deflated. "I haven't heard you defend someone with so much passion since Mia died." Carter flinched at her mother's name but otherwise stayed quiet. Finn lifted his head back up, a small, sad smile on his lips. "You're right, I shouldn't put the blame on him, but he let you go. He didn't stop you."

"Because he knew he would only be wasting his breath." Carter's voice had softened considerably. "Finn, you were out there. Like hell was I going to sit in camp and wait for you to come back. No, I was gonna do everything in my power to find you. Bellamy would only be wasting his time trying to stop me."

Finn's smile grew and enveloped Carter in a hug, which she returned, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on Finn's shoulder. She missed these moments between them. They made everything feel normal, like their impending death wasn't just around the corner. Like they were back on the Ark, whenever Carter felt lonely, or down and needed someone to talk to, she would go to Finn, he was her rock and on a few occasions, she was his. They would vent and rant at each other until they felt better and then, almost every time, Finn would hug her and tell her everything will be okay. And it was.

Everything was okay.

But that was when they weren't on the edge of war with a substantial amount of their own people dead. But still, in that moment, everything felt like it would be okay, because she was with her best friend-- her brother.

"Do you think running is the right thing to do?" He asked her, pulling away and studying her expression thoughtfully.

"I've been running away from my problems all my life. It doesn't help because, eventually, your problems catch up and then you've got to face them..." She trailed off, pulling her jacket around her in seek of comfort. Once she retrieved it from the Drop ship, she vowed never to leave without it again. Not only did it keep her warm in the ever growing cold weather, but it also seemed to have a way of keeping her calm and relaxed. "...However, on this occasion, I agree with you and Clarke. It's either die here tonight or we travel to wherever and keep our people-- our family-- safe. God knows, we've all each other have got now. And the Grounder's can kiss my ass if they think we're gonna let them slaughter us. This isn't cowardly. This is tactical." She nodded her head, as if convincing herself. "You're making the right choice, Finn. I believe that."

***

There was a weak knock at Finn's door and he stopped what he was doing and looked around. He was the only one in. The door knocked again, this time with more urgency and it compelled him to open it.

There, stood in a just a dull grey dress with no shoes was nine-year-old Carter. Her big eyes blinked expectantly at the brown haired boy and he suddenly moved to the side, allowing the little girl in.

"Where are your shoes?" Was the first thing he asked. Once the door was closed again, she shuffled her way to his bed and sat down on it, crossing her legs contently.

"I don't know."

"You... don't know?" Finn frowned, taking a seat next to his best friend who began tugging at the hems of her dress.

"Nope," the blonde shook her head, finally looking up. "They were on my feet when I began running, but I guess they slipped off."

"Why were you running?"

"Dad would have caught me if I walked." She answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She noticed the confusion on Finn's face and sighed loudly. "It's Grandpa Kane's memorial, it's kind of like a funeral, but more sad."

"Then why aren't you there?" Finn asked, swivelling his body to face her better.

"Because I can't cry." She stressed, sighing loudly. "Everybody is crying and I can't-- I tried. Even my grandparents neighbors are crying. "

"So..." Finn squinted as he came to his conclusion. "You ran away from the memorial because you can't cry?"

"Yes!" Carter exclaimed, jumping to her feet, pacing in the small space of Finn's quarters. Her hands clasped behind her back and a deep frown in between her eyebrows. "Everyone is crying because they miss Grandpa-pa but I can't cry. They all look at me like I'm crazy because of it."

"Hey!" Finn grabbed her shoulders, ceasing her frantic pacing. "Do you miss him?"

"What kind of stupid question is that?" She wrinkled up her nose.

"Well, do you?"

"Of course I do!" Carter threw her arms up for emphasis. "Grandpa-pa Kane was really kind and loving and he loved Grandma Kane a lot. When I visited he always used to slow dance with her and it was really cute, but now she has no one to dance with and Grandpa is gone. Of course I miss him, Finn, I'm not a monster."

"Then why are you worried about what other people are thinking?" Finn asked, flicking the end of her nose playfully. She scowled and batted his hand away but remained quiet, allowing him to continue. "Just because you don't cry doesn't mean you don't miss him. It just means you're not good at showing people how you really feel-"

"-If this is one of your pet-talks then you're not doing a very good job." Carter crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.

"It's pep-talk not pet," Finn rolled his eyes. "And I'm just trying to tell you that even if you're not crying it doesn't mean you're not feeling. Your Grandpa meant a lot to you, and anyone with two eyes and a brain can see your upset. So ignore the stupid people and go back to that memorial for your Grandpa's sake, okay?"

Carter blinked at the little boy for a few moments before nodding her head and barreling into him for a hug. He was taken back at first but then wrapped his arms around her tiny frame and hugged her back. "Can you come with me, please?" Carter pulled back, her eyes pleading. "You and Raven."

"Raven's mom is home so I doubt she can come," Finn muttered distastefully. "And I'm pretty sure your dad won't wanna see me."

"Daddy's gone. He's got work to do." Carter's shoulders deflated. "It's why he didn't chase after me. Please come Finn, I need your sup- suppor- sup-
"

"Support?" Finn quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes, that word." Carter nodded matter-of-factly. "Support is easier to say in Swedish."

"Nothing is easier to say in Swedish." Finn corrected.

"Come on, we're waiting time, are you coming or not?" Despite asking him a question, she was already tugging him towards the door, making his decision for him.

"Okay, I'll come."

***

The walk was long and tedious, and there was no sign that they were getting any closer to the beach. The trees were still tightly packed and thick.

Carter resided by her two best friend's, one of which was currently trying not to pass out on a stretcher. Every now and then Carter would nudge Raven awake, earning herself a hearty scowl from the brunette.

"You need to hang in there, R." Carter explained, not looking at the mechanic but in fact the area surrounding them. After her last mistake, Carter's was not letting her guard down. She held the gun closer to her chest and sighed loudly, they hadn't been walking long and already she began to favor her unscathed foot. The other was still sore from the pressure Murphy had put down on it. "How are you feeling?" She suddenly asked her injured friend, making sure Raven didn't fall asleep.

"Like crap."

Carter scoffed and finally turned to look at her friend, a smirk on her lips. "You look like crap too." Raven sent the engineer a flat look and Carter snickered, bringing a little light on the situation they found themselves in.

"I didn't think the ocean would be this far away." Finn murmured, more to himself. He looked down to Carter's slight limp and weaved his brows together, meeting her eyes. "That bad?"

"Nah, it just aches." She brushed him off. "Figured if I kept some pressure off it, it will go longer-" Carter made an 'oomph' as she walked into the back of the person in front of her and stumbled to a stop, noticing how everyone around her had come to a halt, confusion on their faces.

"Why are we stopping?" Raven asked meekly, trying to look up.

"I don't know." Finn breathed, his body tense as he waited for them to begin moving again. Carter shuffled forward a little, trying to make sense of why they stopped but then she noticed the mild breeze that had accompanied them was gone.

It was too quiet.

"Something's not right." She whispered, turning back to Finn and Raven. Just as she got back to them, a grunt sounded from the front of the line followed by gasps and Carter frowned. The next words she heard were enough clarify everything.

"Grounders!"

In a panicked frenzy, people started climbing over each other and pushing their way through, not wanting to be the next one dead. Carter got nudged in the ribs, but she pushed her way through to Finn, her eyes wide and alert.

"Lose the stretcher! We're gonna have to carry her!" She ordered, ready to grab Raven's other side when Finn stopped her.

"No, I'll handle Raven, you clear a path ahead." Finn countered, raising his voice over the wails and cries from the Hundred. Reluctantly, Carter nodded her head and began to push her way through the sea of people, making a path for Finn and the other boy who helped carry Raven.

They ploughed through, the journey back to the camp was quicker than when they left, people squeezed their way through, only stopping when they partially safe behind the camp walls. Just as Carter was about to get through, someone grabbed her wrist causing her to yelp in pain and yanked her to the side.

"Are you okay?" Bellamy asked, his own eyes wide.

"Y-yeah," she nodded, her breath was baited and harsh from running. "What about you?"

"I'm good." He affirmed, watching as the rest of the Hundred pushed through into camp. "What happened?"

"I don't know, I think someone was hit." Carter guessed, biting down on her bottom lip with trepidation. As if on cue, two boys carried a third into camp, the latter was limp and his feet dragged behind him. Carter looked up to his face and suppressed a gasp as she saw something that looked like an axe wedged in between his eyes. The kid was definitely dead, there was no doubt about that. "Yeah... that guy was hit. Look, I gotta go with Raven, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

He nodded his head and Carter disappeared into the crowd heading straight towards the Drop ship, where she knew Raven would be. A grim expression weighed heavily on the engineer as she squeezed the gun in her grip.

There was no escaping this war.

This should have been published yesterday, but I down the doctors, because I legit managed to burn and blister the roof of my mouth with a roast potato, fml. Teaches me not to eat food so hastily.

Kind've of filler chapter, but I estimate two chapters left in this book, so this will be Troublesome's last ever filler *weep*

Anyways, shit is about to go down in the last chapters, I repeat; Shit. Is. About. To. Go down.

Tack för läsning!

^^ According to Google translate that's how you say "thank you for reading" in Swedish-- correct me if I'm wrong. I know what Google Translate is like, I failed my french test thanks to it -.-

THANK YOU Lis_Rose_Fletcher WHO QUITE PROFOUNDLY CORRECTED MY WORK. I'VE EDITED IT, HAPPY NOW? ;)