Harley's knees were beginning to hurt and ache from her bended position on the ground. She had been in the same stance for hours, up until the sun rose. Nothing has changed, besides the time. Indra was still out cold, and the sniper was still shooting down people. She would hear bullets hitting off of whatever was left of the rubble in miss shots. Even worse, it could hit some innocent person trying to make a run for it and Harley would flinch when hearing their cries of pain before slowly dying. She couldn't block the sound out, it seemed to echo forever in her ears.

Unable to stand, Harley leaned over, feeling small stones dig into the palms of her hands as she put pressure on them to keep still. She couldn't stand from the fear of being shot, and instead chose to shift closer to Octavia. She was peering past the bit of smoke, as if thinking of endless plans that wouldn't work. Harley knew how she felt, but couldn't imagine the pressure that Indra gave her to save her people. She tried to smile faintly, setting her hand on the elbow of Octavia's leather jacket and catching her attention.

"You're doing the best you can," Harley told her softly figuring that they were thinking of the people that couldn't be saved. "This isn't going to be easy, but we just have to wait for Lincoln's horn. You can do this."

Overhearing Harley, Atohl picked his head up in annoyance and scowled. "We can't wait anymore," he stated. "Our people are dying down there."

Knowing he was right, Octavia peered forward as close as she could and Harley pulled her hand away. She tried to see what Octavia was looking at, but couldn't see past the cowering people in hiding. "If we can get to the crater, we can tunnel in from the side," she proclaimed after a moment.

"There's no cover," one of the grounders pointed out in distress.

Atohl took a long drink from a bottle that Harley could assume was alcohol. "I'll do it." She spluttered a protest as he bolted, lurching to stop him but being held back by Octavia. Harley didn't need to stop him, as within seconds, gunshots rang in there and hit the wreckage around them, narrowly missing him.

"Get back!" Octavia demanded as Atohl fell in retreat, hiding back into the spot they've been in.

The grounder behind them scoffed at the attempt. "Any other bad ideas?" She questioned bitterly.

"I think we're always going to be full of bad ideas," Harley murmured under her breath, but Atohl was right to at least try. They couldn't wait there forever, more people were dying and soon they could be next. There was nothing they could do sitting there.

"Yeah," Octavia agreed, swiping up the bottle that Atohl dropped. Harley watched in surprise as she took one long drink before wincing at the sharp taste. "I have just one." She took one last deep breath before pitching it. Harley didn't know if she was astonished or amazed as the alcohol hit the growing flames.

Holding a hand up, Octavia kept Harley and the grounders in place silently. She waited until smoke arose from the flickering flames, keeping the sniper from seeing them before she was suddenly charging away. "Wait!" Harley exclaimed in desperation, hands reaching out to clasp nothing as Octavia ran through the smoke and disappeared.

"Move, sky girl, before the smoke clears," Atohl ordered, shoving Harley's shoulder and giving her no option. She swallowed any fear she had, reminding herself to pretend to be brave as she made herself dart forward. A bullet whizzed by her, making her heart nearly stop racing, but she used the heel of her boots to slide down the sloping dirt. Harley nearly rammed into Octavia in the process, but she was stopped before she could with a hand from the other.

Eyeing Harley and noticing how much she was panting, Octavia questioned her swiftly. "Are you alright?" Harley nodded, unsure if she was attempting to convince herself or Octavia. She told herself she had to be, if she wanted to save others. Clover could be close by too, and she was just as important to Harley as the rest.

The pair were joined by the grounder girl and Atohl soon, each with pleased grins plastered from Octavia's plan that saved them all. "Now what?" She asked.

Octavia grasped one of the rocks, lifting it with a grunt and shoving it to the side in exasperation. "Now we dig," she declared sharply. "Stay down, move in."

Ignoring the way her heart was beating, Harley tucked her hair back and pitched in. She grabbed the first rock she saw in the remains, feeling the weight as she hauled it out of the way. There seemed to be an endless pile of them, but if there were more on the other side and alive, Harley wouldn't stop until they were out, even if she was beyond scared out of her mind.

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It wasn't often that Harley did keep track of time, if ever. She knew she had been working longer than the time she had been sitting and waiting, unless she thought so from the work of digging out the pile of rocks. The bandaged scorch on her arm was still there, flaming up each time she picked a rock up, but she gritted her teeth and bared it for the sake of others. Harley could see they were making progress, and were currently in between boulders but she still wanted to throw a rock at something from the frustration of the process taking so long.

There was still no sign of Lincoln blowing his horn to signal the sniper was dead. To be fair, Harley hadn't heard any shots lately, which had to mean something, whether it was positive or negative. Her hands curled around another stone, as she heaved a deep sigh, exhausted from the hard labor and fear she couldn't ignore. "Harley," a voice spoke up, rough but caring, and she looked up to see Octavia staring her down worriedly with a solid rock weighing her down in hands. However, instead of a question, she assured her. "You can do this."

The dirt, soot, and dry blood coating Harley's face masked the faint smile she had. The words of encouragement repeated from what Harley told Octavia earlier was enough for her to use her strength to lift the heavy stone and move it out of their path. From where he was tugging a rope carrying a boulder, Atohl was growing frustrated. "It's no use," he declared.

Harley rose to her feet. She stumbled through the rubble, back to the outside and feeling the fresh sun hit her. "Come on," she urged him, fully knowing it was useless, but still joining him and grasping the rope. "We can do this! Just pull!" Her boots scraped against the ground beside him, as Atohl silently complied and tugged along her. With the pair, the boulder moved farther and quicker.

Once it was out of their way, Harley dropped the rope. She was prepared to head back into the opening and continue, but there was a sound in the distance catching her attention. She stopped suddenly, moving closer as if it would help her hear better, but slowly grinning when it was recognizable. Before Bellamy disabled the acid fog, it would have worried her, but now, Harley thought it had been the best noise she's heard all day. "Octavia!" She called out. "Octavia, get out here!"

There was the sound of rocks cracking off each other before footsteps, and Octavia appeared beside Harley. After listening for a moment, a proud smile spread on her face. "Lincoln," she whispered. "He did it."

"He did!" Harley exclaimed, feeling a sudden burst of energy. She didn't feel so tired anymore, and was prepared to finish digging. "We can save everyone!"

"No," the female grounder argued from behind. She sounded just as tired, but they couldn't stop any time soon. "We still can't get them out."

"Wanna bet?" Octavia challenged, already storming back to their site. "Get back in there."

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Once the sniper was dead, moving wasn't so hard. Harley's injured arm still hurt, and only worsened when she pushed herself. She tried not to think of it, only being able to imagine the night before, when Nova and possibly hundreds of others died from the missle. She could have too, anyone else could. She was just lucky. It left her feeling nauseous, knowing she was alive when others weren't, but the only view that kept Harley going was seeing she could save who was alive.

When it came to a larger boulder that needed the rope and plaster to be pulled with, Harley joined with Octavia and another grounder in lugging it out of the way. The burned wound wasn't getting any better, especially with the way she worked along tirelessly. Instead, she ignored each time it screamed in protest to keep going, refusing to give up. Once the sniper was dead, more people were less afraid and joined in, leaving Harley thankful. The more people the better.

Despite how many people on the rope, the boulder was hardly moving. Octavia eventually gave up, dropping the rope. Harley sighed when following in suit, relieved from the released strain in her muscles, rolling her shoulders back. Her head practically whipped to the side when hearing a grounder in the distance shout; "Sky people!" Curious, she crawled out of the deep slope, nearly straight behind Octavia to see what was happening.

As Harley planted her feet firmly, she saw her people being led by Sinclair with heaps of medical supplies being carried. Her eyes widened in astonishment and she her lips curled into a wide smile. "Sinclair!" She exclaimed happily.

"We saw the missile, heard the blast, figured you could use some help," Sinclair said in a greeting.

"Just in time," Octavia responded before becoming genuine. "Thank you." Sinclair nodded, and motioned for everyone to head forward into Tondc. "Alright, I need everybody on that rope!" She ordered. Harley was quick to join them, refusing to pay any attention to her body telling her otherwise, when she knew that they could finally pull free the large boulder.

Now that there was a crowd working on the rope, the heavy stone began to be released much quicker. Dust and smaller rocks poured into the hole it was covering, and Harley only unleashed the rope when she could see the opening. Octavia got there first, crouching and holding herself steady by setting her palms over the gap. "Do you see anyone?" Harley asked in concern.

Getting closer, Octavia eventually answered with a nod. "We've got two survivors," she stated. "It's Abby and Kane." She turned her head back to the hole, calling out. "We'll get you out of here!" Octavia dove in, crawling over the obstacles left by the missile to reach them.

The two names caught Harley by surprise, but they were two adults she cared for. She followed in the tight space, pushing aside wooden remains and scrabbling over the same stones. "Are they alright?" She asked worriedly, crouching and keeping her head ducked.

"Marcus is hurt," Abby stated. "We need to get him out first."

Abby's request had no room for argument, and once the breach had more of a opening to push through, Kane was brought out first on a stretcher. Harley was fortunately out of the slope now, staggering through what was once Tondc and moving towards the people moving on stretchers. There were men, women, children and both grounders and sky people working together. This was what she had wanted from the beginning, peace between two civilizations. She just wish it didn't start in tragedies, caused by both Finn and Mount Weather. Just like Finn was punished for his actions, Mount Weather would have to be held responsible as well. Harley shook her head in disbelief, feeling her stomach swirl in revulsion. She sighed, her hand rising to cradle her wounded arm.

Through the crowd, Harley squinted her eyes, scanning. She wasn't sure if she was seeing right, but there was a familiar head of blonde hair bobbing that caught her attention. "Excuse me," Harley had to mumble a few times, unsure if she could really see if it belonged to who she thought. And once Harley was close enough, she saw it really was. "Oh my god."

Clover was laid back on a long stretcher, paler than normal and with a orange blanket covered over. Her green eyes flickered to meet Harley's wide and stunned ones, and she slowly smiled weakly. "Hello." It was as if she was pretending she wasn't wounded.

"Oh my god," Harley repeated, her voice cracking and left almost paralyzed. "Are you, are you okay? What happened?" She sputtered, unsure if she was glad Clover was alive or shattered that she was hurt.

"It's okay," Clover interrupted, soft and assuring. "It's just my leg. It got stuck underneath a structure that fell. Just a little broken."

"A little?!" Harley exclaimed. "It's still broken!" Distressed, she reached out and on instinct, Clover's hand outstretched from underneath the overlay on her and gripped it tightly in comfort.

Soon, Clover's gaze landed on Harley's limp arm and her forehead creased in concern. "What about you? Did you get hurt?"

"You broke your leg and you're asking me if I'm okay?" Harley pointed out incredulously. "I just got my arm burned. It's nothing," she insisted.

Clover still seemed unsettled, but before she could argue it further, the grounder's began chanting; "Heda!" repeatedly. (Commander!) Puzzled, Harley turned her head, squeezing Clover's hand tighter. In the distance, standing on a hill, was Clarke and Lexa. The commander was observing Tondc. It ceased to a stop when Lexa rose her hand, silencing them.

"What happened here will not stand," Lexa declared sharply. "The Mountain will fall." She paused, sending one more longing stare before shouting. "The dead will be avenged!"

A lot of people died today, Harley thought to herself. More, including her, were fortunate enough to be alive. But Harley was sure enough of one fact as the grounder's cheering in agreement echoed in her ears.

War was coming.