There was something different about Octavia, Harley slowly realized, as she watched her hug Bellamy tightly. Her dark hair was pulled back into braids to frame her sharp face, a sword hanging in a sheath slung over her back, but the same person. She saved their lives by blowing the horn, scaring the grounder's off before they all died. A proud, grateful smile arose on Harley's face as Bellamy directed his sister to the group.

Octavia's eyes met Harley's and a grin spread across her own face. "Hey!" She breathed out, striding forward. To Harley's disbelief, her friend through her arms over her shoulders and tightly embraced her.

Her heart warmed as she hugged Octavia back, glad. "I'm so happy you're alive," Harley whispered, remembering the last time she was Octavia was before the war at the dropship, and didn't even spend time to think that she wasn't in the dropship before the door closed. But she was alive; and for that, she was thankful.

"Likewise," Octavia responded in a soft mumble, patting Harley's back once before pulling away and releasing her. In seconds, her eyes widened in realization upon seeing the bit of red on the other's shirt. "Oh no, Harley, you're bleeding!" She exclaimed, her hand reaching out to touch the side.

Harley paused to look down, slowly processing what Octavia said. She didn't even process the stinging pain in her side, until now, when the adrenaline faded. "Oh," Harley responded in comprehension to the injury. "Would you look at that."

"Let me look at it," Octavia requested, guiding Harley to a large boulder. Harley winced as she sat down, feeling the sting from her wound sharply. As Octavia lifted her shirt far enough to see it, she looked over to see that Clover was helping Monroe with her arrow wound and Bellamy was tying a sling into Mel's arm. Finn was distancing himself from the others, choosing to kneel in front of the map that the grounder who he killed drew them. Shaking her head, she concentrated back on her injury.

The stitches were still in tact, but pulled through, leaving the wound a bit open again, causing the bleeding. It didn't look bad, so there was that to be grateful for. "It's not too bad," Harley spoke up, trying to dismiss Octavia's concerned features crossing her face. "I'll be okay. Thanks to you." If it wasn't for Octavia blowing the horn, none of them would be okay. She needed to know that.

Giving the other a small smile, Octavia finished inspecting the injury and gently lowered the shirt back down. As she did, Murphy approached, his gaze darting to the pack she abandoned, with the horn attached to the strap. "Nice foghorn," he complimented, leaning over to touch and observe it. "What happened to your boyfriend?"

With a scowl, Octavia snatched the object out of Murphy's hand. "He's gone." The sharp statement made Harley's face soften and she frowned, pitying her. Lincoln was the first grounder she's met, and as far as she knew, the kindest. Murphy hadn't expected that, but backed up, giving Octavia the space she needed.

Octavia's head fell forward, and Harley reached out, brushing her hand through the wisps of hair loose from the braids. "Hey," Bellamy greeted as he approached, his voice soft, as he crouched behind her. "I'm sorry, O."

Unable to choke out a response, Octavia nodded, brushing Harley's hand aside and rising to her feet as she swooped up her pack. "The grounders will be back!" She called out as she slung the back on her shoulder. "So we need to go, now."

"Yes, we do," Finn agreed. Harley stood, ignoring the slight ache in her side as she hobbled to the other three to find out what the plan was.

"I have to take them home," Bellamy stated, referring to the three girls who were wounded from before.

"I know," Finn responded, handing the folded map to Bellamy, indicating he wasn't following the group back home. Harley's brows furrowed, knowing that she still felt troubled around him when remembering the moment he shot the grounder in the head, but it wasn't the best plan to split up when the threat of the grounders loomed over them. But she chose to stay quiet, watching as Finn began to take off in the other direction with guns and supplies. They needed to go back home, and if he wanted to find their friends, than there was nothing that could be said to change it.

Bellamy watched for a minute, distressed, before Murphy passed by him to follow Finn. "Parting, such sweet sorrow, right?" He announced, holding out his arms, remaining his sarcastic self.

Seeing Finn leave didn't hurt Harley nearly as much as seeing Murphy walk away. "Hold on, where are you going?" She asked, worried. "We're going home."

Tilting his head, Murphy gave Harley a doubting look. "Come on. You know if I go with you, they'll just lock me up again."

Knowing he was right, Harley's shoulders slumped down and she sighed. It was fair, she knew, because Murphy was a criminal who had done wrong, but so were the rest of them. However, Bellamy grabbed one of the guns and tossed it in the air, towards Murphy, who caught it. Just as astonished, Octavia watched with wide eyes, stunned that her brother was arming Harley's. "Really?"

"Watch his back," Bellamy requested simply. Murphy checked to see if it was really loaded, before nodding and finally rushing away, without as so much as a good-bye to Harley who hurt at the sight. She thought for a minute that maybe she wouldn't see him again, but that was something she considered the last few times. She knew this time, she'd see him again, just as always.

"Wait!" Harley called out. Murphy paused, waiting to see what she wanted. To his surprise, she had hurried forward and pulled him into a tight hug. The gun he was holding was held loosely in his hand, limp, as Harley embraced him tightly with her chin hooked over his shoulder. She hadn't cared if he wouldn't have hugged back, instead, Harley just let out a whisper of hope.

"Just be safe and come back."

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A loud alarm buzzing rang in Harley's ears as the group approached the gate. She could hear a guard demanding to open the gate upon the young ones reaching the opening. The guards securing Camp Jaha ordered for their weapons to be handed over. Harley had no problem pulling the knife out of her belt and passing it over, but she didn't miss the way Clover scowled when passing over the large firearm.

Bellamy was just as reluctant to surrender, but the handgun was snatched anyways. He held his free hand up, showing he had meant no harm with his other hand around Mel's shoulders. Harley turned her head, gazing past them, and meeting a tall woman eyes. She recognized it as her adoptive mother, the same woman who has lied to her for seventeen years. Harley could see she seemed worried, and she knew it was because she's been gone for a full day, but she forced herself to look away. She still needed more time.

Focusing back to her friends, Harley noticed Abby stepping forward with a look of distraught. She gazed to Mel, a familiar look replacing her features. "I know you," she remarked, reaching up and gently cupping Mel's face. "Factory station. Where are the others?"

"There are no others," Mel replied softly.

"Found her a day from here," Bellamy added, informing Abby of what they encountered. "No survivors but lots of supplies."

Nodding, Abby motioned to one of the guards. "Get her to medical," she instructed before guiding Monroe in their direction the medical tent.

"You should go too," Clover requested, eyes glancing to Harley's wound that was hidden beneath her shirt and jacket.

Harley shook her head, putting her hand over it as if to shield it from Clover's worried expression. "I'll be fine," she assured her. It didn't hurt, and she wasn't bleeding, but the stitches were just a bit loose from pulling the rope. It wasn't like she'd end up bleeding out, at least, she hoped.

Before Harley could barely blink, there was suddenly a flash of blonde hair launching themselves into Bellamy. Shocked, Harley's jaw dropped when she recognized who it was. She didn't need to see the girl's face who was buried into Bellamy's neck, she knew who it was.

Clarke.

Clarke was alive. A relieved smile spread on Harley's face and she beamed, close to laughing with solace.

"Now there's something I thought I'd never see," Octavia teased, mentioning the past, when the two leaders could hardly stand each other. Clarke let out a short laugh as she released Bellamy, turning towards Octavia with tears pricking the corner of her eyes as she hugged her next. Octavia returned it, as she whispered. "I'm glad you're okay."

"You too," Clarke murmured back, graciously moving onto Harley next.

Harley felt warm and soft as she squeezed the blonde, grinning into her shoulder. "Hey," she greeted, exhaling out sharply. Clarke was alive, and that had to be good news for their other friends. She pulled away, holding onto her arm tenderly. "Are the others with you?"

Sadly, and to everyone's disappointment, Clarke shook her head. "No," she answered as Raven suddenly approached from behind her, on two crutches with a limp. Harley looked over Clarke's shoulder to see the brace on Raven's leg, thankful that the other was walking again despite the circumstances of how it happened. All that mattered was that she was on her feet and walking again, determined, as she always was.

Clarke looked from each of them, eyes going down the line from Bellamy to Clover. "Where's Finn?" She asked anxiously.

Realization hit Harley, remembering both Murphy and Finn. How they were lost on the situation now, searching for Clarke after finding her watch on the deceased grounder. Harley wished she spoke up when she had the chance, to try and protest, even if it had done nothing. Then the pair would be back, safer than searching for someone who was here.

"Looking for you," Bellamy slowly responded, unsure of where to go from here. Harley didn't blame him. They had no idea what Finn and Murphy were walking into now.