TV Jumper | Jasper Jordan x reader

12-13 | We Are Grounders

I start cussing them out under my breath, when they put cloths to both our mouths, making us pass out.

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Pure panic exemplifies my blood, and I scream as I sit up. I'm in a room, much like the one Clarke was in. Identical to it, really. The only real difference being the painting on the wall.

Where hers was Starry Night, I'm faced with Lady With An Ermine. I only know the name because of the time I spent playing Animal Crossing. It was one of the paintings I'd been able to buy off of Redd.

My god, I'm actually in Mount Weather. Maya... An anger grows in me, and I glare at the door from my spot on my cot, wishing for it to open. I know it won't. Monty was still in the quarantine rooms when Clarke got here. I feel my face, and my small cuts - ones I didn't even realise I had - are covered with bandages.

I'm itching to be out there, to be helping the others. God knows they need it with this episode. Jasper being held hostage by Murphy, finding the hydrazine tanks, John wasting the remaining gun powder, Raven getting shot, and that's just this episode, not even counting the second part of the finale.

With no way to pass the time, minutes pass like hours. I eventually figure out there's a small kettle they provided me with, so I make myself a cup of tea. To my surprise, they have also bags of oolong, my favourite type of tea.

After it's brewed, I sip at it, then look up to the camera. "Hey, any chance I could get, like, a deck of cards, or something? A book? Anything to pass the time?"

No response, not that I'd been expecting one, and I groan. Taking another drink of my tea, I raise it in a feigned cheer at whoever it is behind the camera. "Thanks for bringing me tea, at least. You got me my favourite." I drop my voice down low. "You sons of bitches."

When the tea is finished, I roll around on my bed boredly. Soon, I take up jumping on it to try to pass the time, but it loses its amusement very quickly.

Beginning to hum to 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' by Paul Anka, it turns quickly into belting it. I stop when a click comes from the camera, and I'm shocked to hear it quietly crackle through the speaker. I laugh, pointing at the camera and singing along.

Thank you, President Wallace. Honestly, I don't hate the old man, it's that vampiric looking son of his I despise.

Where Dante had wanted to integrate the forty-eight into the population and have them... merge... to spread the immunity in their blood, Cage had been the one to steal bone marrow, murdering so many of us in cold blood.

The song ends, and I'm left in the awkward silence from before. Of course, while I know better than to trust anyone in this mountain, I look up at the camera.

"Could you play Come On Eileen? It's by Dexys-" I don't even have to finish before the iconic as ever intro begins. With a grin, I begin dancing around, not even letting myself care about whoever it is behind the camera. I remember the scene in The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, and messily attempt to recreate the dance Sam and Patrick do.

I'm back to belting along, just letting myself have fun while I can. Peaceful fun without the fear of a grounder attack, for the first time since I'd found myself on the ground, just after I discovered myself inside of the show.

The song fades to a close, and I'm panting. I stare at the camera. "You better have been dancing, or at least singing, along, too, and not letting me embarrass myself. It isn't that I'm thinking I'll get a response, but I still sigh at the lack of any kind of one.

"Whoever you are," I concede, waving my hand coyly. "You have impeccable music taste, if you knew what I was talking about so quickly. I trust you to play the next song, don't ruin that."

I'm pleasantly surprised when a song I only know because of POBAW, which is my absolute favourite movie, begins playing. Could It Be Another Change, by The Samples.

"You cheeky bastard," I hum, raising an eyebrow. "You've seen that movie, haven't you?" Again, no answer, but I scan the room. There's no way of telling time, and I groan.

With everything I've done so far, maybe two hours have passed. I sing along under my breath as yet another one of my favourite songs plays through. This one is Favourite Liar by The Wrecks. Gosh, whomever this is has incredible music taste.

Eventually, I lie back down on the bed, shutting my eyes and basking in the music as it continues to play, all being favourite songs of mine. I hum along, only whispering the words now.

I've made myself a second cup of oolong tea, and it helps to put me to sleep as whoever it is playing music switches it to softer music for me. Miraculously, of all songs, Pâquerette, one of my genuinely top ten songs, begins streaming, and I tear up, whimpering along.

Every single song so far has been part of the playlist I made for Jasper back before I'd been pulled in, and it makes me miss the boy. God, I miss my boyfriend. I roll over on the bed, holding my thin pillow close to my chest and sniffling.

He's not only going to find out Monty is missing, but I am as well, and Bellamy is going to forbid a search for either of us.

With the thought of what he must be going through in mind, I let out a cry, holding the pillow even tighter, burying my face now. My sobs are muffled by the music, but they ring in my ears and echo on the walls.

The music, once so much fun to listen to, seems to deafen me, filling my brain at an almost unbearable level. I want Jasper back, and I'm going to have to wait days, sitting in this white, barren room, while he's out there fighting.

Sitting up and putting my back against the cold wall, I keep my face in the soft, linen scented pillowcase. The pillow is pitifully thin, but compared to the sleeping bags and blankets I've been resting on for the past month, it's a godsend.

Letting myself curl up on the cot, I shut my eyes tightly, trying to get some kind of sleep. The longer I sleep, the faster the day will come that the 48 join us in Mount Weather.