"Why isn't he responding to you?" Octavia's irritated voice reflected into Harley's ears. She could hear how furious the fierce girl was, and she lifted her head to see that Octavia was pacing back and forth in front of the dropship with her fists clenched at her sides. "I need to know what the hell is going on with my brother." Her words spat out, much more aggressive this time.

Quickly averting back to the walkie talkie in her limp hand, Harley shook her head sadly. "Me too." She missed the way Octavia's thin eyebrows lifted in confusion, but knew there was no time for an explanation. Raven and Jasper were underneath the dropship, working on messing with the wires to open the door, and Harley knew if she didn't calm Murphy down in time, he wasn't getting away from this alive. He's already killed Myles, and no one knew what he would do to Bellamy. A handful of the gunners had surrounded the dropship, all ready incase Murphy came out, or waiting for him to do something stupid.

Harley lifted the walkie talkie up again. "Please answer me, John," she pleaded. She knew he didn't want to talk, and was probably busy messing with Bellamy, but this was too much. "I know you're mad at Bellamy, and what he did was horrible, but that can be dealt with later. The grounders are out there, and we need the bullets and gunpowder in the dropship." It was the best excuse Harley could come up with, if she thought for a second that Murphy cared for the other delinquents, even if they hung him.

Suddenly, Murphy's voice flooded through the walkie talkie, cracking. "I thought you were about peacemaking, El."

Feeling herself breath sharply in relief, Harley nodded to Octavia, signing to her that she had finally got Murphy to listen. She pressed the button again as Octavia marched towards her and spoke calmly. "You called me El." The only nickname she's been referred to by her friends since landing was the Social Butterfly, she's had yet to hear a shortened version of her name. From least of all, Murphy.

"Well, I am about peacemaking," Harley continued. "That's why I'm talking to you." She glanced up, seeing Octavia staring back at her, boiling with rage. "We keep him calm," she said softly, making sure her finger was off the button so Murphy couldn't hear her. "Keep him talking, and they'll both be okay."

"I don't care if Murphy's okay," Octavia hissed with a scoff.

This was the problem, Harley thought to herself. Nobody cared about Murphy and if he was okay or not. Only she did. It wasn't about them being siblings, because if it was anyone else in the dropship, Harley would still be outside and trying to calm them down.

"No, you're talking to me because you think me being your brother is supposed to mean something," Murphy shot back, his voice firm and livid through the walkie talkie. Harley shut her eyes, from being stung by his words and not wanting to see Octavia's expression. They didn't have time to dwell on it. "I don't know you. You don't know me."

"And if you do something stupid I'll never get the chance to," Harley stated gingerly. She waited for him to process it before continuing. "Bellamy hung you when you were innocent, then him and Clarke banished you. There can be consequences for what was done. But not like this."

The silence was heavy and deafening. Harley didn't know if Murphy was going to respond, so she let out a low frustrated whine coming from the back of her throat and took a small step back from the dropship. She wasn't going to give in and give up just yet, but she was sensing that he didn't want to talk anymore.

"So," Octavia droned out slowly, catching Harley's attention. "I guess I'm not the only one who gets what it's like to have a brother who's obnoxious." Harley shrugged loosely, neglecting the walkie talkie in her hand. She remembered trying to comfort Octavia by assuring her she was there, despite not understanding what it was like to have a brother like Bellamy. "Why didn't you tell me you had a brother?" Octavia didn't sound as angry anymore, more so troubled.

"I didn't know," Harley replied honestly. If it was different, and she did know, maybe she could have done something more to help Murphy. She needed to lighten the mood, so she lifted her free hand and motioned to her face in a circular motion with a small smile on her face. "We have the same face. Twins," she explained simply.

Shaking her head in understanding, Octavia caught on. "Must suck to be related to him," she commented before giving Harley a quick look over, not so subtly. "Considering you two are complete opposites Miss Optimism."

At the joke, Harley finally broke and let out a small laugh. She knew it was true, no matter how much she cared for Murphy. Although they were the carbon copy of each other, their personalities would always clash. Murphy was more unpleasant to be around; from being vile and downright negative, even murdering two of his own who had tried to kill him. While on the other hand, Harley was more delightful and peaceful, believing in good people, no matter what they've done.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang in the air. Harley was worried for a second that it was coming from one of the gunners behind her, but it sounded as if it was from a distance away as an echo. She knew it was coming from the dropship, and the only one armed in it was Murphy. Stunned, Harley slowly lifted the walkie talkie again and pressed the button. "Please tell me you didn't do this," she whispered, disturbed.

After receiving no answer, Octavia held out her hand expectantly. "Can I - ?" She stopped, full of emotion, scared for her brother. Harley nodded, passing over the walkie talkie. Octavia held it up quickly, speaking into it. "Bellamy?" She spoke softly before clearing her throat. "Bellamy! Are you okay?!" Harley's hand rose to her mouth and she anxiously chewed at her thumbnail when receiving no answer, and upsetting Octavia further. "Bellamy! Do you copy?!" She exclaimed.

Finally, Bellamy responded. "I'm fine," he stated through the walkie talkie, making Harley sigh in relief, dropping her hand to her hip. "Just a misfire. Now stop worrying about me and get back to work, all of you... And tell Raven to hurry her ass up."

"He thinks we can all just work when he's in there with a sociopath?" Clover spoke up in exasperation when Bellamy was cut off quickly. The blonde stopped when noticing how Harley visibly stiffened by the insult directed towards her brother. "Sorry," Clover quickly apologized.

It was still weird for Harley to think of Murphy as her brother, but hearing the slandering truth still wasn't easy. But it didn't matter. What really mattered was that Harley didn't believe Murphy was a sociopath, she didn't feel it. If she believed in making peace with the grounders, than she believed in Murphy.

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At the sound of footsteps, Harley turned her head, seeing Jasper was racing towards them with a gun in his hand. Murphy had continued ignoring Harley, no matter her desperate attempts to talk him out of this hostage situation. She didn't know if not giving up would make it worse or not, but she stayed in front of the dropship, wishing she could see through to know what he was doing to Bellamy.

"She thinks she's got it," Jasper announced, referring to Raven whom was still under the dropship, and making Octavia breathe out a sigh of relief. "We just have to wait."

Watching, Harley noticed the gunners preparing themselves. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop a group of delinquents from unloading their bullets into Murphy, especially if Bellamy was inside and hurt. Although she had left Murphy alone for awhile, Harley knew she had to bug him again. She turned around quickly and lifted the walkie talkie to her mouth, speaking quietly to be sure no one else could hear her.

"John, it's me again," Harley whispered. "I want to help you. You're not the monster everyone here thinks you are." She stopped, finger off the button, and waiting for a response.

Yet again, Harley was met with nothing but silence. She knew that really, she wouldn't give up, but that thought was gone when the dropship door began to creak open again. She turned around, alarmed, and clutching the walkie talkie so tightly her knuckles turned white, making the blisters on her palms scratch open. Before Harley could move, Jasper was shouting to Raven and leading the gunners inside. She could hear shouting from the first people inside, and it made her find the strength to move.

Before Harley could dash into the dropship, she felt two arms wrap around her hip, keeping her from moving. "Harley, it's over for him." It was Clover, speaking softly, trying to calm the girl in despair.

"No!" Harley called out, voice cracking as tears welled in her eyes. "Please don't hurt him!" She pleaded, unknowing what was going on inside.

"It's going to be okay," Clover tried to soothe Harley, who was growing irrational. "I'm going inside. I'll do what I can. Okay? Stay here." She spoke so calm and gentle, and it made Harley agree. Clover finally let her go, picked her gun up, and headed inside the dropship after brushing the sheet aside.

Harley brought her hand up, covering her mouth with the back of it and letting the tears fall. It was a good sign she hasn't heard any gunshots yet, but the shouting still hadn't stopped, this time being muffled and coming from Bellamy. Her stomach was twisting and she felt dumbfounded, despite not knowing the real fate of Murphy.

Soon, the gunners began to pour out. Harley waited until she saw Clover's familiar face and she bolted forward, grabbing the girl's arm. "Is he okay?" She asked, hopeful with her small voice.

Before Clover could answer, there was a sudden and very loud explosion. Harley nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound, her heart hammering in her chest. She looked up, past Clover's head, and saw smoke pouring out of the side of the dropship. She squinted, trying to see what was happening. Before Harley could figure it out, Clover spoke up from behind her. "Holy crap," she uttered slowly. "The asshole made a run for it."

Craning her neck, Harley wished she could see him. Instead, she slowly accepted it. Murphy had to go, at least for now. There was no telling what Bellamy or the other delinquents would do to him, and he was possibly safer outside these walls than in them. Harley reached up, wiping her tears away before rubbing her pointed finger underneath her nose before whispering her goodbye he couldn't hear.

"May we meet again."

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After losing Murphy, there was hardly a moment to process it for Harley. She couldn't be given the time to go over it, or even mourn for a second. In minutes, she heard Miller shouting to the gunners from his position that there was movement outside the South wall. Fearing it was the grounders, Harley didn't move, but watched as Clover took off towards the direction of the South wall with a gun gripped tightly.

"Wait!" Miller called out upon the arrival of the others. "Hold your fire! Clarke and Finn! Open the gate!" At the mention of Harley's two friends, and not grounders, Harley realized she couldn't stay on the topic of Murphy running away. She forgot about the dropship and raced to the gate door that was sliding open.

Clarke and Finn came jogging in, only stopping to catch their breath as the gate door slid shut behind them. "Hey, we heard an explosion!" Clarke called out breathlessly. "What happened?"

"Murphy happened," Bellamy answered simply, approaching, with his voice husky. Harley's eyes darted from Finn to Clarke, reaching up and putting a hand over her heart thumping in her chest at the sight of them; okay.

Jasper was next, running towards Clarke and throwing his arms around her. "Thank God!" He exclaimed as she returned the embrace before slowly pulling away. "Where have you been? Where's Monty?"

At the mention of Monty, Clarke's eyes widened in surprise. "Monty's gone?" She asked worriedly.

Before Harley could let the worry of Monty really settle in, Finn began announcing a new fact in fright. "We need to leave, now," he declared. "All of us do. There's an army of grounders, unlike anything we've ever seen, coming for us right now." Harley felt her jaw drop and she crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly terrified. "We need to pack what we can and run."

Bellamy was the only one not stunned by the news. "Like hell we do," he argued bravely. "We knew this was coming. We still have time!" He insisted. "Besides, Finn, where would we go? Where would we be safer than behind these walls?" Despite the walls not being people proof, Harley had known that he was right. There was no place on this Earth they could run where the grounders wouldn't find them.

"There's an ocean to the East," Finn claimed. "People there will help us."

Brightening at the mention of the ocean, Octavia stepped forward. "You saw Lincoln," she stated, expectant. Finn nodded back.

Angered, Bellamy glared at them. "You expect us to trust a grounder?" He asked in disbelief.

"He's a grounder that tried to make peace with us," Harley alleged, her trust in Octavia that Lincoln was one of the good people.

Ignoring her, Bellamy began his inspirational speech to the awaiting delinquents that surrounded the small circle. "This is our home now!" He broadcasted, fearless. "We built this from nothing with our bare hands! Our dead are buried behind that wall in this ground! Our ground!" He continued, motioning to their graveyard. "The grounders think they can take that away.. They think that because we came from the sky, we don't belong here. But they're yet to realize one very important fact.. We are on the ground now, and that means we are grounders!" He announced boldly.

"Yeah!" One of the delinquents cheered on. "Grounders with guns!"

"Damn right!" Bellamy agreed. "I say, let them come!" He sounded so heroic, and Harley had wished she felt as unafraid as him.

Upset, Harley shook her head, not feeling well. They may be on the ground now, after spending their lives in space, but they weren't close to what the grounder's are. They aren't warriors that had spent their lives in battle.

"Bellamy's right," Clarke cut in. "If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. And God knows, in this world, we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow," she said, daring. "But that doesn't change the simple fact that if we stay here, we will die tonight. So pack your things. Just take what you can carry, now."

Harley spun on her heels, sighing quietly. This has been home for so long, that she was going to miss it when they left. She knew it was the right choice. She didn't know if the ocean would be the safest place, but she hoped it was. It was the only option they were left with, Harley knew, because this was a war they couldn't win.

Suddenly, Harley heard a shouting in the distance. She was stumbling to the direction of her tent, but stopped quickly, recognizing the voice as Raven. The girl was limping, clutching her bleeding chest and calling for help. Finn shouted her name, running forward and helping her by quickly lifting her in a quick sweep.

Barely given time to breathe, Clarke was ordering Finn to bring Raven into the dropship, leaving Harley stunned. This was just an addition to their threatening problems, but all Harley knew, was that Murphy had done this.