Short Drabbles//Short Stories

John Murphy (THE 100-fandomimaginesandstories)

Four weeks. It had been four weeks since you had slept like a normal human being. Ever since Bellamy floated, well half-ass floated, John Murphy, you were the most miserable person in the camp, even more miserable than Murphy himself, who had been crying in his sleep every night since being floated for Wells death, hence your lack of proper sleep. It started every night around the same time as the second watch was sent to take the place of whatever unlucky two were meant to be looking out for the camp that night. Due to the fact your tent was beside his, you heard him crying every night, always talking in his sleep saying 'It wasn't me, I didn't do it.', and if you hadn't been so sleep deprived, your heart would have broken for the poor boy, but until you were able to sleep peacefully again, you didn't have many good feelings for Murphy. Tonight was no different, you got in your bed as always, and laid there, unable to fall asleep, knowing what was coming within the next few minutes. Usually Murphy's pleas in his terror filled dreams were quiet enough that the only person it effected was you, but not tonight, no tonight his pleas grew louder than you though capable coming from the cocky boy who liked to make sexual comments at your expense. Being the "good Samaritan" you are (okay, so maybe not a good Samaritan per se, but you knew Bellamy would be extremely pissed if Murphy's nightmares woke the other 93 people up in camp, your lack of sleeping wasn't a major issue in Bellamy's eyes, considering you took up the issue of not being able to sleep properly over a week ago, and he just rolled his eyes at your complaints).

As Murphy cried out, you angrily sighed and tossed your blanket off your barely clothed body, knowing you were going to have to wake him up and find a way to force him to be quieter. You sat up out of bed, and made your way to the opening of your tent, not thinking twice about your outfit or the fact you would probably freeze without proper protection on your feet. Pushing open the flap of the tent, you turned to your left, headed to Murphy's tent, only to get there and find him sitting up on his bed, rubbing at his eyes.

'Murphy' you said softly, stepping into the tent completely, letting the flaps fall closed behind you.

He jerked his head up at hearing you call his name, 'Go away Y/N', he mumbled, not daring to speak any louder, for fear of his voice breaking when he spoke.

'Murphy' you spoke softly again, slowly walking across his tent to reach him, 'this has been going on for four weeks, you need to talk to someone, it might help.'

He shook his head at your comment, forcing himself to keep from breaking down in front of you, not wanting you to think he was weak and broken, 'Leave.'

'No' you replied, continuing to walk slowly towards him until you were directly in front of him, 'you need to talk to someone, you're not okay.'

Murphy shook his head once again at you and told you to leave once more, mentally noting the outfit you entered his tent in, then looked to the ground, fresh tears pooled in his eyes.

'John' you spoke, lowering yourself down to floor, making sure to place a soothing hand on his knee, in an attempt to keep him from pushing you away, 'John Murphy, you are not the only one suffering, you need to realize you're not alone.'

He slowly lifted his head to meet your sympathetic gaze, 'I am, and nothing you say will change that.'

'You know what' you responded, a defeated sigh slipping from your lips, 'I haven't slept properly in four weeks because of your night terrors, Bellamy put me on some kind of probation from going out on hunts because of you, because when you don't sleep, you get sloppy in your work, and you almost get killed, so no, you're not the only suffering.'

He didn't say anything, didn't move a muscle or anything, and the two of you continued to stare at one another, not uttering a single word. After a few minutes of silent staring, you started to get chilly, and you figured there was no way Murphy would talk to you at that point, so with another defeated sigh and a chill that ran down your spine, you stood from your spot in front of the boy, removing your hand from his knee, and turning to walk back out of his tent.

As you opened the tent, there was a small, broken voice, that came from behind you, 'Stay' it said, and you turned back to Murphy, looking at his face for any sign that he was just messing with you, but no such evidence was present. You let the tent close behind you and walked toward the broken boy in front of you, carefully sitting down beside him and placing his shaky hand in your own steady ones. He looked down at your hands, then into your eyes for reassurance you were okay with this and you nodded, mumbling that you both needed to sleep, and that you did. Murphy let you lay down before him and he placed his head on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat, giving him a feeling of comfort he hadn't felt before, you played with his hair and soon enough he fell asleep, you following shortly after.

Four weeks. Four weeks it had been since developed a routine of going to your tent and grabbing your blanket, then join John Murphy in his. Four weeks where he didn't wake up crying and you slept long enough that your sanity was still in a good condition. During those nights you stayed with Murphy, you learned a lot about his past, what his reason was for being sent down with everyone else, and he learned of your past and why you were put on the dropship too. Those nights were some of the best nights either of you had since being sent down to Earth. Around the second week of your staying with Murphy, he stopped sleeping with a shirt on, his reason being that he felt like he was being floated all over again, and you just told him 'whatever helps you sleep at night' then went about the night as you normally did. As the days went on, less clothes were worn, and eventually the two of you fell into the habit of laying together, naked, and one thing led to another and the two of you started having relations.

'You know when I said "whatever helps you sleep at night" I wasn't actually talking about this' you said one morning, talking to a smiling John Murphy, which was a rare sight to see, which you couldn't help but to smile at the sight.

His smile was replaced with a smirk in a matter of seconds, 'How was I to know that you didn't mean sex?'

You let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes at the boy, 'Murphy, I want to thank you for the past four weeks, I have slept better since sharing a bed with you, then any other day since we got here-'

'Y/N-'Murphy started, but you interrupted him.

'Let me finish first please,' you said, propping yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him, 'If this is going to be a thing John Murphy, where we stay together every night, then either I'm moving in here with you, or you're moving into my tent with me, because I don't like having an unused tent when there are other people in this camp who need one.'

He looked up at you, an amused expression sprawled across his face, 'What are you saying Y/N?'

'John Murphy, I'm saying that I want you to move into my tent with me' you answered without hesitation.

Murphy stared at you for an uncomfortable amount of time, causing you to mentally berate yourself and your plan of asking him to move into your tent with you.

'Please say something' you begged, hoping he would go ahead and reject your offer, so you could start being embarrassed already, so you could go back to your tent and cry from anger at yourself for asking him such a ridiculous question, rather a statement than a question, but if he said no, then it could seem like it was a question.

He stared at you, before brushing a strand of hair that had fallen down in your face behind your ear 'Or' Murphy started 'you can move in here with me and we can keep doing what we're doing right now.'

'And what pre-tale is that John Murphy?' you questioned, biting your lip out of habit.

With his signature smirk, John Murphy hovered over you, saying 'I'll show you' before bring his lips down to meet yours.