Murfamy (The 100)

Chapter 8: Clark's Gone

While Bellamy and Murphy were gone, Pike and a groups of survivors are found. Marcus, thinking that bringing them back is the best idea he's ever had, maybe will be his downfall.

"Wow, what I nice place you've got here Marcus," Pike compliments, looking all around the camp; making sure to take in everything. "Thanks. You see, ever since we landed, we've all decided to make this place our new home-"

"Yep, that's...sweet," Pike trails off to evidentially nothing.

He's not paying a single mind to Marcus or what that man's saying. "You know," he starts.

"This is a really nice place..."

"Thanks?"

"I'm gonna have to take it," Pike announces, throwing his arms up in the air like a mad man. "What? You-you can't just-"

"Oh, but I can. You see Marcus; on the ground there really aren't any rules set in place. So, I can do whatever I want." He smirks, snapping his fingers. The other survivors that they picked up all held up guns to the others faces.

"Marcus, what's going on?" Abby strolls out only to be met with a fresh gun to her head. She slowly puts her hands up, but doesn't look like she'll ever surrender.

—

When Murphy comes to, the same familiar swaying of being carried is present.

'Damnit....again?' he thinks.

He slowly opens his sleepy eyes, and the first thing he sees is a blur of green.  So, he rubs his eyes until he can see again.

'It looks like we're in a forest- wait! Who's-....dammit, why's he-' he thinks as he gently lifts his head off of the man's shoulders. "Bellamy?" he croaks out, his throat feeling sore.

This seems to startle Bellamy, as he flinches a little upon hearing Murphy's sudden voice.

"Morning sleeping prince." The nickname makes him scrunch up his nose in disagreement. "Where are we?" the younger boy asks, trying to look around without getting blinded by the bright sunlight. "We're about an hour away from camp," he chuckles.

'Godammit! Why's his laugh have to be so damn attractive! Geez- get your shit together....idiot.'

"Hmm..." Murphy lets out a low hum at the idea of going back to the Ark.

He thinks that Bellamy can tell that he's a little nervous of going back to the Ark.  

"It won't be so bad, right? I'm sure they'll accept you, Murphy," he says, in the stupid reassuring voice. "Who will though? I'm not well liked whatsoever, Bellamy..." Murphy slightly trails off for a moment. "No one. That's who."

"I'm sure they will. Just, give them a chance- give yourself a chance."

And then there was awkward silence. He sighs and lays his head back down on Bellamy's shoulder. Just then, he loses consciousness again.

—

"Murphy?" He suddenly speaks up.

"..."

"I know you're awake," Bellamy states.

"What?" Murphy asks, sharply.

"How's- how're you feeling?" He speaks kinda like he was unsure of how to ask it.

The younger male lets out a sigh, "why?" Murphy asks, more curious of why the other man wants to know more then willing to answer that question.

"Well......I just wanted to apologize..." he trails off. Maybe catching his breath, or finding better words to say. "For, that night. I was drunk and not thinking r-"