Between Law and Heart - The 100 Fanfiction

Clarke had decided that she wanted to go back to where they had last seen Jasper. From what she and Jasper's friend, Monty, had told Lily, they were almost at Mount Weather when, after crossing the last river, a spear came out of nowhere and hit Jasper. They thought he was dead, but as they were running away, they heard him scream. Yet, when they went back, he had already been moved. Lily didn't know if she felt relieved or not. If they had heard him scream, it meant he was still alive—but why would whoever attacked him take him away? Were they planning to hurt him even more?

"I need you to come with me, Lily," Clarke told her.

"Me?" she asked, a small frown forming on her face.

Clarke nodded. "You were a medical technician," she said, and Lily nodded back. "When we find him, I'll need as much help as I can get."

So far, no one else among the hundred seemed to have any medical training. Clarke was the only one with real practical experience, but Lily knew a few things—maybe not much, but certainly more than most of them.

"I'll come with you," Lily said at last, trying to sound as firm as she could.

Clarke took a breath. "Thank you," she said, before climbing up the iron stairs to grab a map and some more things that could have been useful.

Lily took a deep breath and couldn't stop thinking about Jasper—and the Grounders. There were real people out there, and they knew nothing about them. She looked around, her eyes lingering on the entrance of the dropship. Suddenly, she felt exposed. Vulnerable. If there really were Grounders, then the woods belonged to them. They knew every path, every sound. And the hundred? They knew nothing. They still had everything to learn about Earth.

Then her eyes caught the movement of Monty, pacing the room back and forth, biting his thumb nervously. She would have liked to say something to him, but what could she say? Making promises wouldn't have helped him. She wasn't even sure they would find Jasper alive. But of course, that was something she would never say to Monty. Lily had had the chance to speak only briefly with Jasper, but she had seen him and Monty always close, and judging by his reaction, the two of them must have known each other well.

"You're not coming with us," Clarke's voice caught Lily's attention, as she saw the girl climbing down the ladder, followed by Wells.

"My ankle is fine," he was saying, but Clarke was quick to respond.

"It's not your ankle, Wells. It's you," Lily frowned at Clarke's reply. Weren't the two of them friends? She thought so. She remembered seeing them always together on the Ark. Why was she being so hostile with Wells?

"You came back for reinforcements," Wells protested. "I'm coming with you."

"Clarke, he's right," Monty said, stepping forward. "We need him." Clarke didn't seem to like what Monty was saying, and that confused Lily even more.

"We need as many people as we can get," Lily said, her arms crossed over her chest, sharing a look with Monty.

He gave a quick nod. "Even because so far, no one else has volunteered." That was true. No one had stepped forward for Jasper except for Wells.

"I'm sorry, Monty," Clarke said, "but you're not going either."

Lily frowned, looking at the boy standing next to her, who now stepped forward urgently. "Like hell I'm not!" he exclaimed. "Jasper is my best friend."

"You're too important," Clarke answered with resolution. "You were raised in Farm Station, rescued by engineering." Lily widened her eyes at those words.

"So?" Monty asked.

And Clarke answered immediately, "So, food and communication. What's up here," she said, tapping Monty's head, "is going to save us all." He could really help them in that situation—they needed to speak to the Ark. They needed help now more than ever.

"You figure out how to talk to the Ark," Clarke said, "and Lily and I will bring Jasper back." Lily took a step forward, putting a hand on Monty's arm, making him look at her. She didn't say anything, just offered a small smile with a nod of her head. Then the two girls shared a look before turning to make their way toward the exit. But before they could step out, Finn appeared.

"Hey," Clarke told him, "you ready?"

"I'm not going anywhere," Finn answered, shaking his head, "and neither should any of you."

Lily looked at him with a little frown. "But… he could still be alive," she said in a quiet voice. She knew it was dangerous, but if Jasper was still alive, they couldn't leave him behind like that.

"That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from 300 feet," Finn said to her, but it was Monty who answered him.

"So what? We let Jasper die?" he asked, with anger rising in his tone.

"That's not gonna happen," Clarke reassured him, then turned back to Finn. "Spacewalker?" she said. "What a joke. You think you're such an adventurer. You're really just a coward." Then she turned to Lily. "Let's go."

Lily nodded and started to follow her. Just as they were about to walk out, Finn spoke again.

"It's not an adventure, Clarke. It's a suicide mission."

But Clarke didn't answer and walked away. Lily looked at Finn for a moment—he was scared, like they all were. But knowing Jasper was in the hands of the Grounders scared her even more. They had no way to know what their intentions were.

"It seems like it's just us," Clarke said, not hiding how annoyed she still was with Finn.

"I think Wells will come as well," Lily replied, glancing back to see the boy stepping out of the dropship. She didn't miss the tension on Clarke's face. Did something happen between them?

"Better three than two," Lily added, trying to sound as encouraging as she could.

Clarke took a deep breath. "I've got a better idea."

Lily frowned but kept following her through the camp. As they walked, she noticed Clarke heading straight toward Bellamy, who was kneeling in front of Octavia, checking a scratch on her leg.

Was she really going to ask him to tag along?

Lily didn't know how she felt about it. She didn't understand Bellamy—she didn't know what he wanted, or what he was capable of. And that didn't make her feel at ease with him, especially in a situation where Wells was involved.

"You could have died," he was saying to his sister as they got closer.

"She would have been," Clarke said, catching Bellamy's attention, "if Jasper didn't jump in to pull her out."

Lily looked at Octavia's leg. Her thigh had what looked like a bite; it didn't seem dangerously deep, but surely it must have hurt.

The dark-haired girl moved quickly as she noticed them. "You guys leaving?" she asked, trying to get up. "I'm coming, too." But Bellamy was quick to push her to sit back, not allowing her to move. Lily observed him—it was impressive how much he changed whenever something was about Octavia. That guy was very different from the one Lily had seen for a day, and she could not help but wonder which one was the real Bellamy.

"He is right," Clarke agreed with Bellamy. "Your leg is just gonna slow us down." Octavia let out a frustrated breath as the other girl looked up at Bellamy. "I'm here for you."

He seemed surprised to hear Clarke say that—and he wasn't the only one.

"Clarke, what are you doing?" Wells asked with wide eyes, but she ignored him.

"I heard you have a gun." At her words, Bellamy moved the hem of his shirt up to show her the weapon. Lily crossed her arms over her chest at the sight of it.

"Good," Clarke said. "Follow me."

But Bellamy didn't seem to like the idea as he looked at her. "Why would I do that?" Lily was not surprised by his reaction; if there was something she had understood about him, it was that he hated those who had lived as privileged on the Ark. He didn't seem like the kind of person who liked to oblige if someone asked him to do something—especially if he didn't like them.

"Because you want them to follow you," Clarke answered with resolution and distrust. "And right now, they're thinking that only one of us is scared." Lily had to stop herself from smiling proudly at Clarke's words; he was eager to become their leader, but that meant he had to show strength. Thinking it through, Lily wasn't sure many of them would have kept respecting him if he stayed hidden inside the dropship. And he knew that too.

As Lily moved to follow Clarke, she glanced at Bellamy. Their eyes met for a brief moment—tense, unreadable. He didn't smirk this time. Then he looked behind her.

"Murphy," he said, and Lily followed his gaze, only now noticing that Murphy was standing just a few feet away. "Come with me."

Lily kept her pace to follow Clarke, but her eyes shifted to Wells. She had seen how Bellamy liked to instigate Murphy and Wells against each other, and she just hoped he wasn't bringing him for a second agenda.

"Those guys aren't only bullies, Clarke," she heard Wells say to his friend. "They're dangerous criminals."

"I'm counting on it," Clarke answered. Lily listened carefully. Did she think they could help in case of danger? Would they help them if it came to that?

Lily turned as she walked, noticing how Bellamy and Murphy were talking to each other. They had to stay together if they hoped to survive—she knew that—but it was clear that a rift divided the group, and she worried about what could happen out there.

Still, there was no use in being paranoid. She had to stay focused on finding Jasper and bringing him back alive. There were priorities—and she hoped Bellamy and Murphy would feel the same way.

They walked quickly through the woods, following Clarke's lead. Lily looked around, unnerved by the forest. It felt like eyes were watching them, like shadows were hiding just behind the trees. A quiet, creeping threat she couldn't shake off.

"Hey, hold up. What's the rush?" Bellamy's voice made Lily exhale an annoyed breath, just before she looked in his direction. That same smug smirk on his face, the gun in his hand. "You don't survive a spear through the heart."

"Put the gun away, Bellamy!" Wells exclaimed, charging toward him, but Murphy stepped between them, shoving him back.

"Why don't you do something about it?" he hissed. Lily moved before she could think—positioning herself between the two and pushing them apart with both hands on their chests.

"Murphy, stop!" she exclaimed, looking up at him. "This is not the time." Murphy observed her silently for a moment before scoffing.

"What time?" he asked her, but Clarke was the one who answered.

"Jasper screamed when they moved him," she explained urgently. They needed to move, and wasting time like this was stupid and dangerous. "If the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly. It doesn't mean we have time to waste."

As she was about to move, Bellamy grabbed her wrist—the one with the wristband.

"As soon as you take this wristband off, we can go," he said with a smirk.

Even now? Lily thought, looking at him, her head still full of questions about why it was so important for him to stop the Ark from coming down.

Clarke pulled free from his hold and spoke again. "The only way the Ark is gonna think I'm dead is if I'm dead. Got it?" Bellamy let out a chuckle, sharing a look with Murphy that made Lily tense. What was he planning to do?

"Brave, princess," he said threateningly, taking a step toward Clarke.

He wanted to take off her wristband, like he had done with Wells the night before. Lily felt her heart hammering in her chest, but her body moved before she could stop it—her arms shot forward and grabbed Bellamy's wrist. He stopped, turning toward her. Lily didn't even know what she planned to do. Her body had just reacted.

Their eyes met, and his gaze was surprised as much as hers. He looked at her hand, then at her again. Lily didn't know what she had planned to do, maybe she had to say something, but before she or he could speak, another voice came from behind.

"Hey, why don't you find your own nickname?" Finn stepped out from behind a tree, making them all turn. "You call this a rescue party?" he said, stopping next to Bellamy. "Gotta split up. Cover more ground." Then he told Clarke to follow him.

They all watched as Clarke walked ahead—and only then did Lily realize she was still holding Bellamy's wrist. Their eyes met again, briefly, and this time she let go quickly and turned away. She didn't want to draw attention to herself—especially from someone like Bellamy. She didn't want to end up on his bad side, but she hadn't been able to stop herself.

As she walked, she heard footsteps behind her. Lily exhaled, pushing her hair back, expecting to see Wells beside her—but when she turned slightly, it was Murphy. The breath she had held escaped in a quiet sigh, and he caught it.

"You really are a feisty one," he said. She didn't need to look at him to hear the smirk in his voice. "Didn't think a girl like you would step up as often as you do."

Lily inhaled slowly. She wasn't sure she knew she had it in her either—but she wasn't about to let him know that.

"Someone has to stop you all when you act like children," she replied.

He laughed again, this time walking a little closer. "You're either brave… or stupid."

She looked up at him. Their eyes met—his still glinting with something unreadable—before he gave her another smirk and moved ahead. Lily watched him for a moment. He wasn't entirely wrong. She did need to think more before acting. These weren't just people—they were dangerous, some more than others. She had to start remembering that.

Then her gaze shifted back. Bellamy and Wells were walking a few steps behind, talking. And as she looked, Bellamy looked back. Their eyes met again, fleeting but direct.

In your position, I wouldn't want to draw attention to myself.

That's what he had told her that night. And she was doing exactly that.

Then suddenly, though, she felt a spike of anger. She was doing what she thought was right. They couldn't keep going like this—threatening each other every five seconds, circling like predators. They were stuck in this together, whether they liked it or not. And if they wanted to make it out alive, they had no choice but to collaborate.

She took a breath, stopping in her tracks and turning to look at Bellamy say one last thing to Wells, before walking faster.

What am I doing? she thought to herself, as she observed him getting closer. He looked at her before smirking.

"I haven't hurt the Chancellor," he said, raising his hands mockingly.

Lily rolled her eyes. "I want to speak with you," she said, clearly surprising him. He stopped in front of her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. As they studied each other, Wells passed by, eyeing them, but then he walked away.

Bellamy waited for him to be a few feet away before crossing his arms. "Ask away."

Lily took a breath. "Why did you decide to come?" she asked with a firm tone, and he raised his eyebrows at her question.

"You'd have preferred for me to stay back?" he answered with a question, but she didn't back away.

"After the show you put up with Clarke?" Lily said, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe it was better." He observed her in silence, as she took another breath. "But we need you, and Murphy, so please, just quit it with your obsession over these damn wristbands—just for today, alright?" He was quiet, his dark eyes studying every part of her face, and Lily didn't think that he would answer, so she took his silence as agreement and turned to keep walking.

But after she had made a few steps, he spoke. "You thought of taking it off yourself." She turned with a glare, observing him as he walked closer to her. "I saw you yesterday. You wanted to take it off."

Lily crossed her arms over her chest; she could not deny that the thought of starting all over had been tempting—but that was before she came to know that the Ark was dying, and with it all of their people.

Bellamy was just in front of her, and Lily had to look up to meet his gaze. "What I keep asking myself is why Counselor Kane's little pet would want to do something against the privilege."

Lily's eyes widened at the mention of her father's name. "What did you just call me?"

Bellamy chuckled as he started to walk around her. "Lily Hale," he said. "You were one of us, but then you got a cushy job, backed by Marcus Kane. People say you've played your cards right."

The girl glared at him with anger. "I don't like what you're implying."

He stopped, another smirk spreading on his face. "Not you, then—your mother?"

"Don't you dare speak about my mother!" she exclaimed, beyond angry now. She didn't know that people talked about her, or her mother. When her mother died, Marcus had helped her get a good job, but that was the only public thing he had ever done for her. She could never imagine that such nasty rumors would spread about her—or her mom. "I don't have to justify myself or my life. It has nothing to do with anything."

He chuckled, before reaching out to touch the wristband around her wrist. "I think it does, if you matter so much to a member of the Council." She snatched her arm away from his grasp.

"I don't matter to him. I'm here, am I not?" she exclaimed, looking at him straight in his dark eyes. "The real issue here is: why do you care so much about these wristbands? Why don't you want them to come down?"

Bellamy's jaw tensed as he glared down at her, but before he could say anything, they heard Clarke and Finn's voices calling for them, and, sharing a last look, they ran in the direction of their voices.

What was happening now?