The 100 Imagines/OneShot

Childhood Bully Part Four: Beyond the Butterflies

"That was...something." Bellamy says from the corner of the drop ship, sighing and rubbing his face. His eyes were weary and tired, a running trend with everyone in the drop ship. Clarke remained at your side, taking note of your condition.

"What the hell was that?" She whispers, mainly to her self. You sigh and lay back down fully, relaxing on the cold metal table.

"I've uh, I've always gotten hot easily, causing me to pass out. Maybe my body reacted to the new heat of being on earth poorly; maybe it was just the sun." You reply, closing your eyes and trying to calm down. All you could see was the pain in Murphy's eyes; it bothered you how rude you'd been to him after he helped you. It worried you that you may have actually hurt him.

"Alright." You say, suddenly getting up. You gently push Clarke's hands off and stand, walking to the door. Bellamy steps in front of you, a hand outstretches to stop you.

"Where are you going? You need to sit down for a bit." Bellamy says quietly, gently placing his hands on your shoulders. A new found kindness was in his voice, everyone was being so nice to you today. It was weird.

"I have to go apologize, for the first time Murphy wasn't the asshole."

"You can apologize later, for now-"

"No, Bellamy," You say sternly, removing his hands and stepping past him. "I have to do it now. Besides, I'm fine." You add a smirk at the end, earning a chuckled from him. You push through the makeshift curtain and step into sun; squinting harshly while you try to find the wayward boy. You spot him eventually, violently tossing logs in an attempt to look busy.

"Murphy!" You shout, walking over to him. Everyone was so used to hearing his name be yelled out, no one even looked up. Except him. His harsh glance locked on you for a millisecond, before fading and looking away.

"Murphy, can we talk?" You ask, he still didn't look at you. He continued bending over and picking up logs and tossing them closer to the wall.

"Isn't that what we're doing?" He remarks, sarcasm being his only defense. You smile to yourself and look down, momentarily defeated.

"Murphy please, this is the only time in human history that I'm actually going to apologize to you." This, of course, grabs his attention. He stands up, dusting off his hands and looking at you.

"Go on then, this should be good." He says in that irritating 'Holier than thou' voice, a smirk permanently fixated on his face.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you, you were just trying to help. I was wrong for being an ass after all you had done for me. I'm sorry." Your tone proved genuine and he smiled, looking away for a moment before returning his gaze to you.

"I'm serious, Murphy. Thank you for everything, it could have been a lot worse if you'd just left me there." You say quietly, your skin started to heat up and your fingers began twisting together. You'd never been this close to him for so long, let alone in a docile manor.

"I'd never leave you, Y/n." His voice was low and soft, like a sinner in confession. "I'm not a complete asshole." He retorts quickly, throwing up his famous stone cold smirk to save face. You chuckled and nodded, you slowly turned to leave getting a few steps away before stopping yourself.

"Hey Murphy?" You grab his attention again.

"Yeah?"

"Um...Octavia told me about this like, florescent butterfly field, I wanted to go but I don't have anyone to go with. Do you maybe...wanna go with me tonight?" You try your best to stay calm but your nerves were racked. Why the hell were your nerves racked? He smiles, genuinely smiles, at you and nods.