𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | the 100

02 | Declined Favors

"You are neither an interest nor a threat to me."

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After the tension has died down from the confrontation between Murphy and Finn, Clarke kneels by Wells and checks on his leg. Amber watches from a distance, but she holds onto the deck of cards she always keeps hidden deep in her pocket and holds herself back. Clarke has more experience with injuries anyway and by the look on her face, Wells will be fine. There's nothing Amber can do to help.

When she sees them form a group to scout out Mount Weather, she disappears. She hates herself for her cowardice, like always, but she can't be seen as part of their group, she needs to survive and they already have too strong of a spotlight on them.

Instead she decides to scout a little for herself, especially once Murphy starts playing with a makeshift knife in everyone's faces. The scattered groups of people thin out as she leaves camp, while the shouts and laughter fade behind her for the serene silence of the trees. She's finally alone. Truly alone, not watching others from the shadows but free to let the dappling sunlight dance over her skin.

Then she freezes.

Lovely. Ahead is a couple in a passionate make-out. I suppose they can't really get a room. With a held breath, she circles them with her head stubbornly turned forward. A few twigs crack under her but the couple doesn't pause to look up.

Just when she thinks she's in the clear, with the couple behind her, a soft voice calls out. "Hey, wait!"

Surely she's not talking to me, Amber thinks. But surely enough, when she turns around, the girl that's pressed between her lover and a tree is looking straight at her, holding her hand against the boy's chest like she's taming a wild animal. It's Jules West again. Amber purses her lips as she waits for her to tell her what it is she wants.

"You were a medical apprentice, right?"

Amber cringes. She had only been a medical apprentice in all the ways that didn't matter. Everyone who worked in the medical wing had been calm, smart, ambitious. Amber had never managed to be any of those things.

She's about to deny it when the girl continues. "Hale? Or something?"

"Mhm, that's me," Amber says, suspicion creeping in. No one knows her name.

"I knew it! I'm Jules." She leans her head against the tree innocently, hair in tangles against the bark and between the boy's fingers. "Juliette West."

The boy shifts and gives Amber a frustrated glare. "Do you mind?"

"Already leaving," she's quick to respond, and turns around.

"No, hold up," Jules protests behind her and squirms away from the boy who grumbles in disappointment.

"Are you serious?"

"Fuck off, Peter."

Amber doesn't stop, but Jules catches up with her and for a moment they just walk beside each other in silence. Peter is far behind them when Jules finally speaks.

"Do you hate me or something?"

"No?" Amber scoffs in surprise, yet still refuses to slow down. "I don't know you." Although that isn't entirely the truth. Amber almost knows of everyone from the Skybox. They might not have been noticing her, but she noticed them. And while Jules seems to have her problems, she's definitely not highest on the list of threats.