After Jackson left, to assist Abby in Raven's surgery, Harley was left alone with Murphy. Now that her wound was stitched and given some sort of medicine to soothe the pain before putting a taped bandage on it, she was in a lot less pain, besides a dull ache and itching where the wound was mended shut.

A guard had brought them both food and water not too long ago, which Harley practically consumed quickly. She hadn't realized how hungry and thirsty she was until it was in front of her. The battle at the dropship had really taken a toll on her, she thought.

Letting her legs dangle over the edge of her raised stretcher, Harley tilted her head to the side and stared at Murphy's wound on his leg. "Is it feeling any better?" She asked him, concerned, despite knowing he was able to limp on it from before.

Murphy's head lolled over, facing Harley, with his typical scowl and annoyed gaze. "I'm fine." He emphasized the fine with a noticeable cross tone as Harley hassled him. "You can stop asking."

"You can stop acting like you don't care about me," Harley challenged, a sweet and knowing smile on her face. Murphy had said nothing, except rolled his eyes, but the open way to the entry had waved open and a tall woman with a uniform stalking inside.

"Major Byrne," she introduced to the two, professional. Before Harley could present herself politely, she was striding further inside and carefully grabbing Murphy by his upper arm and leading him upwards. "Doctor Griffin cleared you, and Chancellor Kane has placed you under arrest - "

"Hold on!" Harley exclaimed, outstretching her hand, before Major Byrne could finish her issued warrant. "Where are you taking him?"

"To lock up, with Bellamy Blake," Major Byrne answered. Harley was at a loss of words, and only watched silently as Murphy was guided out of the tent. She thought back to when they were first arrested, when he set the Alpha Station quarters on fire, and how he put up a fight until they had to put him down with a shock baton. Now, as he was brought into wherever they called lock up, he was completely silent, almost as if he didn't care.

It only left Harley in her own thoughts, refusing to lay down and rest as Jackson had recommended her to do. She didn't know how the broken laws would be handled, now that they were on Earth. She hoped Kane was more merciful than he was on The Ark for punishments, due to Jaha being left behind to save them, maybe it had an impact on him and how he would choose to lead.

Harley knew Murphy wasn't completely innocent, and would have to answer for his crimes, but she expected it to end better than floating him, alike to when the delinquents hung him for a crime he didn't commit. He wasn't the only person who had caused crimes or accidents, and he should be pardoned like everyone else was.

The tents flaps open once more, and Harley sighed, expecting it to be Clover, finally cleared and allowed into her tent. Instead, when she picked her head up, her eyes widened and she felt her heart plummet in her chest. "Mom?"

The word came out as a whisper, yet foreign to her. Genevieve Bostwick wasn't really Harley's mom. She adopted her, and has been lying to Harley her entire life. But up until now, she was sure that Genevieve was dead. Harley could hear her whisper her name back, before she was being enveloped in a tight hug. She knew she still loved her, despite the lying, and was more than happy that her adopted parents were actually alive.

Harley had practically forgot about Murphy for a minute as her arms went over Genevieve's slouched shoulders, her eyes squeezing shut, and wondering if this wasn't real. But it had to be her real life - the pain in her side was still there, and she could feel the sick twisting feel in her chest. "I thought you were in the ship that crashed."

"I wasn't." Was Harley's only response, as she felt Genevieve's chin press onto the top of her head. "Thank god I wasn't." She pulled away reluctantly, gently holding the side of Harley's face and staring at her with loving motherly eyes.

It didn't change how Harley felt. She was still grateful that she was alive, but she had questions, and a lot of them. To start with, she began with the one who was missing. "Where's... Dad?" She asked slowly.

She noticed how her adopted mother looked trouble by the hesitation Harley had, but shook it off. "Someone shot into the woods, he went with the other guards to see if they hit someone."

Harley nodded, understanding, before finally breaking. It was a quick question, one that she asked as if she was ripping off a bandaid, fast and blunt. "Why didn't you tell me I have a brother?" In some ways, maybe Harley was hoping it wasn't true. That Murphy had really played some cruel joke on her, and the whole adoption situation she didn't know about isn't really the life she had to live.

But Harley had watched the way Genevieve's entire features change, from the loving motherly look, to a nervous and complete shocked expression as her hands dropped from cupping Harley's face and knew it was true. Lower lip trembling, she shook her head, unable to meet the other's eyes. "It's true," she mumbled, hurt. "You lied to me."

This wasn't lying about something easy or simple, like the ones she told Harley as a child. Every parent lies to their child to preserve their innocence, but this was completely different. The hurt Harley felt overpowered any and all anger she might was supposed to feel. "I can't believe you lied to me."

Knowing how mortified Harley was by the truth, Genevieve attempted to justify her actions, must to Harley's dismay. "We wanted to protect you, from the people in Factory Station, we didn't want you to think that - that.." The words came out as a stammer, even unsure herself if there was a reason as to why she didn't tell Harley.

Shaking her head again, Harley felt sick. She's known for a while, but hearing it from the person who told the lie was completely different. She's lived this life she wasn't supposed to, had a family that she never knew about, even if there was only one left. "Just leave me alone." Her voice wavered in sorrow. She had always believed that problems could be talked through, all there needed to be was forgiveness.

And Harley knew, as she watched her adopted mother finally leave that when the time was right, she really would forgive. But right now, she hadn't even heard an apology. There was no regret. So maybe it wasn't the right time.

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Unable to fall asleep, Harley did nothing, except stare at the ceiling of the tent. She remembered being in her cell in the Sky Box, and how bored she was, until she was brought a deck of cards, of all things. Even though it was small, she cherished the small game. She was sure others thought it was dumb, but Harley loved it. It was what really entertained her, put a smile on her face.

Although Harley was slightly tired, there was no chance of sleeping. With her head whirring of thoughts from her family, what was going to happen to Murphy, where her friends were, and the endless sound of Raven screaming in agony, she wasn't going to rest any time soon. At the sound of the medical tent flap opening once more, for the third time, Harley looked up, but this time relieved. It wasn't a guard, or anyone there that she didn't want to be. Instead, it was Clover, with a finger pressed to her lips to signal her to be quiet.

"Still not supposed to be in here," Clover had whispered in explanation, taking a few strides forward and helping Harley sit up before pulling her into an embrace. Harley could have cried at the warm gesture, instead she tried to smile and pulled Clover as close as she could without irritating her injury. "Are you doing better? Can you walk?"

Harley nodded quickly. "Yeah," she responded, soft. She was, really doing better. It definitely didn't hurt as much, only when she stretched it, and walking seemed like an adventure she wanted to take. Anything to move out of this tent. "Why?"

Smiling, Clover gave her a hand in moving off the stretcher. "Finn told me to meet him in lockup. We're going after our friends."

Suddenly beaming with a wide grin, Harley slid off the stretcher. It felt odd to be on her feet after so long, but after staggering for a few steps, she was walking much more normally. It wasn't too dark out, which she was grateful for, as she followed Clover to lockup. She dodged anyone who looked mildly familiar, worried that they'd send her straight back to the tent, as she hadn't been cleared yet, until they were safely inside the hall of the landing Ark, moving as fast as she could to the lockup.

Finn was already there when they arrived while Monroe stood on guard incase someone came by to stop them. Harley had took a quick look around, seeing it was nothing like a prison that she had in mind. Instead, it was only Murphy and Bellamy, each tied with cords to a pole on opposite sides. It only took a second for Finn to cut the cord keeping Bellamy tied, who mumbled that it was about time.

Worried more about Murphy than Bellamy, Harley cautiously knelt next to him and worked on his restraints with the knife she had always carried around. "Wait!" Finn exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"We can't just leave him here," Harley had declared, about to press the blade against the cords on Murphy's wrists, but Bellamy's hand on her arm and pulling her back stopped her.

Harley was about to argue further, until he took the cord that leashed Murphy's restraints and pulled him upwards. "He's coming with us," he stated towards Finn's protests. "He's been to the Grounder prison camp."

"He's right," Murphy agreed, seemingly pleased by Finn's irritation towards him joining the group into helping find their friends. "I can bring you there."

"Can you at least take the restraints off?" Harley requested, rising and putting her hands on her hips. "You were a prisoner too, but you're free."

"He's not a prisoner," Bellamy shot back, stepping forward and leaning until he was nearly nose to nose with the girl attempting to be brave. "He's a murderer."

Frowning and shrinking back, Harley was at a loss of what to say. She wasn't scared of Bellamy, but didn't like conflict. Clover, however, did. Noticing that Harley was visibly upset, she put her hand on her shoulder and backed her up, taking her place and being much more courageous with a full attitude. "Everyone else is," she challenged him. She was defending Harley, not Murphy, and remaining snarky despite the scowl she was receiving.

Bellamy's face visibly softened, and showed nothing but guilt for the reminder. Before he could say anything else, push the argument further, Monroe had quickly interrupted them. "Hey, guys!" She announced. "Sterling just signalled. Someone's coming."

Knowing that it was time to go, Harley watched as they began to leave. It was difficult to sneak a small group of delinquents, and Bellamy, out of the camp, but manageable. After all, they were delinquents. Crime wasn't something Harley was used to, she always obeyed the rules, and law, and the thought of breaking them made the sorrowful feeling fade and replace with excitement.

As the small group made their ways towards the woods, Harley paused to glance towards Murphy and Monroe who hung in the back. "Isn't this cool?" She asked, precious. "Breaking the rules. And sometime tomorrow, we'll get to see all our friends!" The words weren't so loud, more so in a loud whisper from the rush of enthusiasm.

"Are you ever quiet?" Bellamy whispered back, storming forward behind Finn who was in the lead.

There was no point in answering, because Bellamy had known, so Harley chose to stay silent, but the smile remain plastered on her face. She was only worried when Finn had come to a stop, due to Abby and a guard beside her, each holding weapons and staring the group members down.

"You're late," Abby finally commented. She held the two guns she was holding outwards, both towards Bellamy.

"Are they on our side?" Harley murmured nervously, shifting to Clover's side, who nodded in response.

"Here," the guard cut in, pulling two hand guns out of his holster and passing them over to Finn. "Find my son. His name is Nathan Miller."

Thinking of Miller, Harley tilted her head and smiled widely as Bellamy nodded towards the guard's request. She reached out, clasping her hands in Clover's tightly, feeling hopeful that they were going to bring their friends home.