"prisoners of the ark, hear me now"
in which a councillors daughter, a girl who doesn't exist, and a hotshot engineer find out how to survive on the dead planet of earth
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seasons 1-2 of the 100
multiple love interests for mu...
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"HOME SWEET HOME." Jasmine mumbled out at the sight of the dropship, walking up towards the metal ship with her brother. The two pushed through the red and white sheets, immediately finding rifles aimed at them.
"Whoa, hey, hey, hey!" Murphy quickly raised his hands at the sight of Bellamy, Waverly, and Hazel pointing guns at them.
"Please don't shoot." Jasmine looked at them.
"Murphy." Bellamy said, raising his eyebrows as he lowered his gun. "What are you doing here?"
"I believe I was invited." Murphy glanced towards Raven. He watched Waverly who still had her gun aimed up on him.
"Wave." Raven looked at her.
"Fine." Waverly groaned, dropping her gun. She looked towards Raven. "Why'd you invite him?"
Raven shrugged. "I thought we could use an extra gun."
"So, your first thought was Murphy?" Waverly asked. "He's a terrible choice for an extra gun."
Hazel only nodded. "Might be a good idea."
Jasmine smiled at that. She liked that she wasn't the only one who tried with Murphy, the others warming up to him too. She figured it'd help her form any sort of relationship with her brother if her friends didn't all hate him.
Raven gaze flickered to the door. "Finn should've been right behind you."
"Don't worry." Murphy drew out a breath. "Spacewalker's gonna be fine."
In perfect timing, Finn rushed into the dropship with Clarke in his arms. Murphy's words remained true as Finn was fine, but Clarke wasn't. She laid unconscious as Finn carried her in, blood smeared over her head.
"Clarke!" Jasmine exclaimed. "Finn, what happened?"
"A Grounder." Finn said, "hit her on the head."
Murphy quickly gathered an old blanket left in the dropship, balling it together as a pillow. "Put her here," he said, helping Finn lay her on the ground. Jasmine quickly sat beside her, looking at the blood over her head.
"I need a rag or something." Jasmine said quickly, "something to put pressure on her head."
"Here. I got it." Murphy quickly passed a cloth to her.
"Hold her head." Jasmine said, instructing her brother's assistance as she held the cloth against Clarke's forehead. She looked down at her friend, Clarke shifting in her unconscious state as she moaned in pain.
"Clarke, can you hear me?" Bellamy looked down at her. "Clarke. You're gonna be fine. You just need to rest."
"I got her." Jasmine assured, nodding at her friends. Her gaze flickered towards Finn. "She's gonna be fine. It's just a little bump, a little blood. Clarke's been through worse."
