BADLANDS [1] bellamy blake

21; a gift from the grounders

Brigid and Murphy were brought into the Dropship, Derek and Connor were watching them closely with their fingers still pressed against their triggers. Murphy couldn't stop shaking and Rory was trying to tend to his wounds but she didn't even know where to start. Miller had brought his blanket in, draping it over Brigid's shoulders and asking her every few minutes if she was okay.

"What the fuck happened out there?" Rory questioned, pulling the rag away from his one wound on his cheek and Murphy flinched as the alcohol stung.

Brigid pulled the blanket tighter around her, Miller placing his hand on top of her knee as he sat in front of her. "I was captured by grounders and they took me back to their prison camp. He was already there for two days before I got there. But we managed to escape."

"Where is he?" Bellamy barged into the room, pushing everyone out of his way in the process and storming towards Murphy. Murphy flinched backwards once his eyes landed on Bellamy. Clarke and Finn were following behind him, but once his eyes landed on the wounded and banished boy, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Everyone but Connor and Derek out... Now!"

Everyone began to follow his orders, leaving the Dropship but Rory and Miller hesitated. Brigid nodded for them to leave. As soon as they walked out, Derek spoke up, "He claims he was with the grounders."

"We're not claiming anything," Brigid mumbled under her breath, but Connor cut her off. They were acting like she wasn't even in the room, or was missing at all. "We caught him trying to sneak back into camp."

Murphy was leaning against the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest and his bloody hands shaking in his lap. He leaned the back of his head against the panel, "I wasn't sneaking. I was running from the grounders."

Bellamy shot back towards Derek and Connor, not even listening to Murphy. "Anyone see grounders?" They both shook their heads that they didn't so Bellamy put the gun up, placing his finger on the trigger. He pointed it towards Murphy, "Well in that case."

Brigid shot off of the ground, the blanket falling off of her shoulders and she rushed forward. She stood in front of Bellamy, blocking Murphy with her body. "Uh uh, you are not doing this."

Bellamy pulled the gun away from Brigid and his jaw throbbed, "Get out of my way, Brigid." But he grew impatient when she wouldn't budge and only folded her arms across her chest. He stepped closer so they were speaking lowly to one another, "You knew what would happen if he came back here."

Brigid shook her head at how stupid he was being. Sure, Brigid wasn't excusing Murphy's previous actions around the camp. She wasn't forgetting everything that he'd done. But she wouldn't let Bellamy shoot him in cold blood. She raised her chin, "Have you taken a look at him? Because if you haven't noticed, the grounders beat the freaking crap out of him. Where else would you have liked us to go, Bellamy?"

"You should have left him there."

Brigid shook her head. "What? To die?" Bellamy's head nodded slowly which pissed the redhead off. They may have had their differences, but at the end of the day - she cared for Murphy, just as she cared for all the other delinquents. "Whether you like it or not, he's still happens to be one of us."

He grabbed her arm, pulling her away so they could talk more intimately. "Did you happen to forget about Charlotte? About what he did to make her jump off that cliff. Or when he tried to kill Jasper, or you?"

Brigid shook her head, "Of course not. I'm not just forgiving and forgetting what he has done, Bell. But what do you want us to do with him? Throw him out for the grounders to pick back up? Should I hand deliver him to their prison cell's front door? We got out of there together. We survived together."