2.02

Jordan and Bellamy stood at a window, staring out at the earth and the stars behind them, taking in the view. It wasn't often that they could stand in silence, without a worry in the whole system.

The two had just finished dinner at the mess hall, making it as a romantic as possible while also slipping out food for Octavia, but it was still nice to them.

"Do you think we'll ever get down there?" Bellamy asked her, staring at her face as she stared at the earth. She could see their reflection in the window, she was oblivious to his stare, but it still made her blush like she was ten years old.

"I don't know. We don't even know if there is anything down there for us," she answered, still staring at the sphere.

"But if there was if we knew there was something down there. Do you think that we'd get down there?" His question was misleading to her for many reasons. The government on the Ark might make them go down because they were disposable, as they had no real purpose to society on the Ark. Sure, everyone had a part to play on the Ark, but in the grand scheme of things, did Thelonius Jaha really think they had any importance.

"I hope so."

But Bellamy didn't let it drop. "What would you do down there?"

"Whatever the hell I want, I guess." Bellamy laughed, Jordan bringing her head around to finally look at him directly. The easy smile on his face brought one to hers as well. "As soon as I got down, I'd run." Bellamy frowned, the insecure part of him thinking that she'd leave as soon as she had an escape. "With you and Octavia by my side, of course," she added, abating his worries.

"What else do you want?" Bellamy continued his questioning. If it wasn't often that they could sit in silence, it was even less common that they talk about the future and the one they wanted with each other. "What's anything you want?"

"Where is this coming from?" Jordan asked, grabbing his hand and turning him to face her.

"We might not get the chance to do this again for a long time, and I'm tired of waiting for everything with you. I want it all." He took a deep breath, looking away from her for a few seconds before focusing back on her face. "I want a family; I want to raise kids with you. Kids, Jor, not one child. I want three kids, two girls, and one boy. I want them to grow up on earth, with an amazing life like the ones on earth before everyone started to bomb each other. Before everyone became selfish and took things for themselves.

"I want them to breath fresh air, from trees. I want them to see grass and flowers that are on earth and not from the pictures we grew up with. I want them to have a better life than us.

Jordan was silent for a few seconds before a smile broke out onto her face. "Thank god you only want one boy, I don't know how much I could handle of a little you running around while we have two girls."

Johnson followed Marcus into the dropship, a scowl on his face as he stared at the man. He wasn't sure what he was still doing in Camp Jaha when Jordan and the other's were still out there without any help.

"Open it up," Marcus ordered to the guard.

"Yes, sir."

"How long are you gonna keep me locked up in here?" Bellamy asked. Johnson could feel the annoyance radiating off of Bellamy in a similar way that Jordan always let her emotions show.

"Until I'm confident you're no longer a threat to others," Marcus answered. Johnson rolled his eyes, watching as the older man grabbed a chair and put it down in front of the other chair, sitting down on it. "Let's continue. Now you said there were hundreds of Grounders attacking. 200, 300?"

"I didn't count."

"Why do you think they attacked? What provoked them?" Johnson stared at Bellamy, wondering the same things but he also wanted to know about Jordan. Marcus wouldn't ask those questions though, not after everything he put her through.

"We were here. That was enough.," Bellamy answered. "We're wasting time," his tone changed into one that was harsh and accusatory. Bellamy looked away from Marcus to Johnson, trying to convince the other man to do something. "The others didn't just vanish into thin air. They were taken, and we need to go after them."

"Search team is prepping to leave," Johnson responded, trying to ease Bellamy's concern of the others.

"Not before we've gotten the intel we need from you," Marcus added quickly. Johnson rolled his eyes in response. Why Marcus couldn't tell that Bellamy actually wanted something done regarding all his friends was annoying.

"I need to be on that team, please." Bellamy sat down, his face much more sincere now.

"That's out of the question. You're not trained. It's too dangerous."

"Those are my people out there."

"They're my people, too. You want to help them? Tell me what we're up against…" Marcus leaned forward, pushing Bellamy for more information. "Grounder tactics, their numbers, what kind of weapons they used."

"Arrows and spears, axes, swords, their teeth."

"No guns?" Marcus questioned to which Bellamy shook his head. "You had guns."

"The guns we found at the aid depot leveled the playing field," Bellamy explained, and Johnson already didn't want to see his face when he found out about the guns. "And maybe, maybe if we'd had more bullets, we could have-"

"There were more bullets. Search team just returned from the bunker. They found two more barrels full of rifles and a third filled with bullets." Johnson watched Bellamy's face slip into disappointment.

"She said we should have gone there," he whispered, shaking his head. "Why does she always know?"

"Who's she?" Johnson asked, stepping forward so he could get a clearer look at Bellamy, but before Bellamy could respond the glass door opened and a voice carried through. Johnson turned around to see who the new person was, recognizing him as John Murphy.

"Keep walking."

"What's he doing here?" Bellamy asked with anger seeping into his voice. Johnson turned around to look at Bellamy again, seeing the anger clear on his face.

"Excuse me, sir. Dr. Griffin cleared Mr. Murphy out of medical." Major Byrne explained. Marcus stood up, also looking at Bellamy who was clearly upset with the current situation.

"Put him over there, Major Byrne." Major Byrne brought Murphy over to the wall pushing him down as two other guards moved Bellamy to another post. Bellamy had his hands zipped together, then attached to the post, all the while staring at Johnson.

"Well, this should be fun," Murphy added in a tone that screamed sarcasm.

Gunshots broke through the air, alerting everyone in the camp that something was wrong. Johnson moved to follow the guards that were leaving the ship, but Marcus stopped him, nodding his head at Bellamy. "I want more from him."

Jordan sat in her medical bed reading a history book that Maya had given her, trying to focus on the words on the page when the siren went off. She dropped the book quickly, sitting up straight and scanning the room for signs of whatever was causing the sound.

She found none in the room and decided to look for herself. After pulling the blanket off her lap she moved her feet to the ground, finding that movement sent her head into a dizzy spin. Taking a deep breath she stood up fully, looking for the door that would lead her out of the medical wing.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked making Jordan pause in her steps. "Jordan, what are you doing?"

"Who's there?" Jordan asked, not turning around in fear of the voice. It sounded familiar to her, but she couldn't place it. "Who's there?"

"Look for yourself," it answered. Jordan still didn't look, but she caught a glimpse of the person in a silver tray.

"You're not here, Octavia," Jordan said wearily, still refusing to look at her.

"You haven't answered my question, Jor, what are you doing?" Jordan opened her mouth to answer Octavia's question, but she couldn't. "You think that you're just going to go out there and figure out what the noise is?" She still couldn't answer. "Have you not thought about any of the consequences? If you find it, is it good or bad? If it's bad, how are you going to get away from it? You don't know anything about this place; you won't be able to escape it." Jordan opened her mouth to retort, but Octavia beat her to it again. "And what if you don't find it? Jordan you're extremely weak right now, you can't go off on your own, let alone in a place you don't know."

"So I'm just supposed to let myself be vulnerable here, waiting like a sitting duck?" Jordan finally got in, turning around to face the girl that sat on her bed. The Octavia sitting on her bed was of the ark, looking skinny and pale and not knowing what to do, but somehow she held the wisdom of a grounder. She carried herself differently.

"No, Jordan. You arm yourself." Octavia stood up from the bed, aging in a few seconds to look the same as the last Jordan saw her, older and wiser, but dirty from the ground. "Think, Jordan. You're in a medical station; there are plenty of weapons here that you can use."

Jordan nodded, looking around the room for anything that would hold tools, sharp tools that she could use against an attacker. "That's it, Jordan, think."

Johnson stood in the makeshift cell, watching in silence as Bellamy sulked and John Murphy brooded. "So," Johnson broke the silence. "What'd you do to Jordan?" Bellamy looked up at Johnson, the envy he felt from before resurfacing while Murphy looked up in confusion. The question wasn't directed to either, but it applied to both.

Murphy looked at the two, noticing how Johnson's face showed his determination while Bellamy looked a cross between jealousy and embarrassment. "Yeah, Belly, what did you do to Jordan?" His emphasis on the nickname that Jordan used, in the beginning, annoyed Bellamy, but he tried not to let it show.

"Don't think you've got yourself off the hook," Johnson spat at Murphy, shutting up the younger boy.

"What do you mean, what'd I do to Jordan?" Bellamy asked, looking up at the familiar guard.

"Like, what'd you do to get her trust back? I know what you did to lose it in the first place."

Murphy snorted at the comment. "Did she sleep with you too? Am I going to witness Jordan Spencer's two boyfriends fight each other?"

"Shut up, Toad Face," Bellamy spat. It felt good to use Jordan's name for him; it felt like she was still here with them.

"That's gotta be one of her's," Johnson remarked, a small smile making it's way on to his face. Murphy rolled his eyes, trying to tune out the ensuing conversation of Jordan Spencer Kane.

"We just know each other; things worked itself out." Bellamy stared up at Johnson, who was leaning against the door. "They always will," he added as an afterthought under his breath.

The screams of Raven broke the silence and Murphy could help but add to it. "That was me at the Grounder camp. You know, I did everything I could not to scream, but eventually-"

"But eventually, you broke and you told them everything," Bellamy said harshly, not looking at the boy.

"And you wouldn't have because you're better than me?" Murphy accused.

"Damn right," Bellamy said to him. "I'm not a traitor. I didn't tell them where they could find us."

"And I did," Murphy stated. "Yeah, I did. After they tortured me in their prison camp for three days, but go ahead. You just keep believing, even if you are in here just like me."

Frustration and anger broke through Jordan as she fiddled with the lock on the metal cabinet, trying to open it up. Eventually, the anger made Jordan scream, slamming her hand on the cabinet as she let out her anger. "You'll alert them if you scream like that, Jordan," Octavia told the frustrated girl.

"I don't care!" Jordan yelled, slamming her hands against the doors again. She was beyond angry with her whole situation, and the constant moving was not helping her healing shoulder. She should have kept it in the sling while reading. "I just don't care!" Jordan yelled again, her pounding against the doors losing strength. "I just don't care anymore," Jordan whispered, her hands sliding against the door as she fell to the ground, leaning against the cabinet. "I can't."

"What are you doing here?" Johnson asked Finn and Monroe, staring at them up and down.

"Listen, I really don't want to have to hurt you, so can you please just let us get Bellamy so we can get our friends," Finn begged. There was no way he could take Johnson in a fight, but he just needed to get Bellamy.

Johnson nodded his head to Bellamy, letting Finn step around him to get to the other boy. "Get up. We're going after them," Finn told Bellamy as he cut his wire.

"It's about time," Bellamy said with a smirk.

"Wait, wait," Murphy called out before they could leave. "What about me?" Bellamy and Finn looked at each other, Finn shaking his head no, but Bellamy had already decided. He leaned down to grab the wire cutters

"Wait, no!" Finn moved to stop Bellamy. "What are you doing?"

"He's coming with us," Bellamy answered leaning down to snap the wire.

"No way," Finn protested.

"He's been to the Grounder prison camp."

"He's right," Murphy confirmed as Bellamy lifted him up by the back of the jacket. "Ok. I can bring you there."

"Hey, Sterling just signaled," Monroe interjected, "someone's coming."

"I'm going with you," Johnson said, the four of them finally turning back to the guard.

"No way," Finn repeated, but Bellamy seemed to agree.

"You're gonna need someone good with a gun."

A couple of minutes later the group of six was walking through the underbrush outside the camp, keeping low to avoid being caught by the Ark guards.

"You don't think anyone saw us?" Sterling asked, Johnson immediately shhing him.

The group was stopped by a bright light, and Johnson felt his heart rate pick up, though it calmed when he saw it was Abby Griffin and David Miller. "You're late," the older woman scolded.

"Bellamy decided to bring company," Finn explained with a head nod to the oldest boy. "And we had a tag along."

"He's the only person that's been in their camp," Bellamy explained regarding Murphy.

"I thought they were gonna need someone good with a gun," Johnson shrugged, somehow deciding to keep the mood light.

The two groups just stared at each other, no one making a move until Abby held out a handgun, which Finn took as she pulled out another for Monroe.

"Here," David Miller pulled off one of the rifles from his shoulder, leaning forward to give it to Bellamy. The oldest took the gun from the man, nodding his thanks. David then handed the other boy his last rifle. "Find my son; his name is Nathan Miller."

"Bring them home," was Abby's last demand, stepping aside so that the group could begin their mission.

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know, Doctor Tsing; I stepped away to get dinner and-"

"You can't just leave her alone, Young."

"I didn't know this would happen. I'm sorry Doctor Tsing."

"She could have gotten into the bunker, Young. You're stupid mistake almost cost us the whole trust of the Forty-Eight."

"How's she doing, Doctor Tsing?"

"She seems to have had a mental relapse before, not uncommon for people dealing with PTSD, but we don't know what happened during it. Young wasn't here to monitor her… Don't worry; I already told him what was at risk."

"What's going to happen when she wakes up?"

"Unsure, we haven't seen her really react to anything here."

The voices moved farther away from her.

"How's Clarke?"

"Tore open her stitches. Not an accident."

"She'll need to be monitored as well."

"Yes, I understand President Wallace."

Unsure of how much time had passed since Jordan last heard people talking around her, Jordan opened her eyes hesitantly, trying to examine the room without drawing too much attention to herself.

A flutter of white passed her and Jordan snapped her eyes closed quickly, waiting until she heard the snap of a door to open them again. This time she saw Clarke moving around, coming closer to her bed. "What the hell did you do?" Jordan asked the blonde, but she shushed her, pointing to the bed on her other side. "What is it?"

"Something weird is going down here," Clarke explained. She moved around Jordan's bed to be next to the mane. "Langston," she prodded the man as Jordan pulled herself up, looking at the scene in front of her. "Langston," Clarke continued, but the man didn't respond to her.

Jordan's eyes followed the red tube from the rectangular unit behind him, eyes widening slightly as she saw the tube disappear into his body. "What are they doing to him?" Jordan asked, swinging her legs over the bed and moving to stand up but a wave of dizziness held her still.

"I don't know, but I'm determined to figure that out." Clarke looked back at Jordan, a flash of sympathy going across her face.

"Follow the tube," Jordan ordered, her eyes trailing the blood as it went through the unit and up to a pipe along the ceiling. She watched as it disappeared behind another door and gestured for Clarke to help her stand up so that they could investigate.

Clarke wrapped her arm under Jordan's armpits, taking some weight off and stabilizing her as they stood. Jordan's head nodded towards the door with pipes and a small window, Clarke understanding her request.

They walked quietly towards the door, the two of them pushing against it, trying to make it open. A disgruntled sigh almost escaped Jordan's lips when Clarke caught sight of the large vent. "Let's go." Clarke moved her arm back to its previous spot, helping Jordan to move. They moved the vent, Clarke climbing up and then helping Jordan get up without hurting her shoulder too much. They crawled through the short pipe, coming across another vent that Clarke pushed open.

She crawled through first, turning around to help Jordan up before she even got a glimpse of the room.

They both looked up at the same time, Jordan having nodded her thanks to the blonde. They were met with the sight of bodies hanging upside down, tubes coming out of them. Jordan wasn't sure if they were alive or dead, nothing was giving her a good clue as to what was going on other than the people of Mount Weather were messed up.

When she pulled her eyes away from the hanging bodies, some parts covered with white gauze and tattoos, she gathered that they were grounders. Her hearing finally picked up on the sound of moans and groans, so she turned around to see the cause of the noise, only to wish she hadn't. Grounders packed away in cages smaller than anyone should be in.

She felt like she was going to be sick.