#murphy tbt

She should have known that the closed door wouldn’t keep him out; not now, not with them both still grieving the loss of one of their own ( would they ever not be grieving this loss? ). She hadn’t told Murphy yet; hadn’t even known herself until a couple weeks ago, when the hospital staff congratulated her and assured her they both were okay.

How was it fair that she was okay and he was gone? How could she have left the wreckage with a dislocated shoulder, glass in her arm and a concussion but been released with a clean bill of health barely a day later while he was never going to walk out of that hospital? Maybe if they’d taken him first, if he hadn’t pointed the EMTs to her first maybe he’d still be alive, maybe they could have done something, saved him.

So maybe maybes.

Murphy pushed the door open, but she didn’t bother moving from her spot on the bed where she was curled up in a little ball in one of Mbege’s sweatshirt. She was facing the door, she could see him, and he her. She needed to tell him, she’d been turning it over in her head for the last couple days. Keeping it to herself was killing her. “Hey,” she greeted quietly.  She reached a hand out to him. “C’mere…” she pleaded, rolling into a sitting position even as she kept her arms around herself.

“Please don’t be mad,” she started, her eyes on the ground, “I- Murphy I’m pregnant.” She finally glanced up at him, scared of his reaction.

The waiting was the worst part, as far as she was concerned. The white room had almost given her a panic attack when she’d woken up; she’d never been anywhere that was all white before- the ark had been the silver blue of metal walls, the ground was a hundred different colors all at once. White was nothing, white was ‘am I dead?’ and she’d panicked appropriately before realizing she wasn’t dead, just kidnapped. Which… actually hadn’t done much to calm her panic. Finally she’d been let out and taken to a group dorm room where she’d been reunited with Jasper, Monty, Harper and a dozen other kids. But there were still a dozen others missing; Bellamy, Clarke, Miller, Murphy, Sterling, Finn, just to name a few. Clarke came in not too long after she did, and Miller too, but too many were missing to calm Fox’s pack-comfortable nerves.

Murphy frowned. He felt the same. Their whole lives had been confined to tight spaces on the Ark and now, having experienced the freedom of Earth, he was reluctant to spend the rest of his life stowed away. But what options did they have? “I don’t really see another choice though. If the world really is ending again… we might have to.” 

“Six months, though. We’re all going to go crazy or a few of us are going to start killing others. This isn’t the Ark, there isn’t anywhere to escape each other, and there’s a rumor going around that we’re not going to have enough water and-” She stopped herself, raking a hand through her hair and accidentally pulling out the clip holding her bangs back, too stressed to redo it and simply shaking out her too-long, too-dirty hair. “Sorry. Sorry I just- I think I’ve turned claustrophobic since the Skybox and the mountain.” She tried to joke, tried to smile ruefully.

Murphy blinked up from his position on the sandy beach and grunted. How he had managed to fall asleep and forgot about the tide he had no idea but getting back into the water was a fucking nightmare and of course some human had to walk by and find him. He glared up at her, sharp teeth showing. He aggressively waved his fine and hissed. “What kind of question is that? You find a mermen and the first thing you ask is if I’m poisonous? How rude” 

“How did you do that?” Murphy asked in surprise, looking between Jayce and his new savior. “He’s been crying all day and now he’s…” Well, it was apparent with the way the baby reached for the source of his amusement and Murphy struggled to hold him in his lap.

“Have you been fussy, handsome?” She shrugged, still making happy faces at the little boy settled in the lap of his… father or brother she couldn’t entirely tell. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I grew up around a lot of kids, I like them, they like me. It’s a nice little relationship we’ve got. Oh!” She laughed worriedly, holding out a hand as though to stop the little boy from wiggling his way completely out of the lap he was seated in, but stopped herself before she actually touched him, aware that strangers on a bus weren’t exactly who people wanted touching their kids. She smiled up at the man apologetically, “Sorry, I’ll stop being so enthusiastic, I don’t want him to swan dive from your seat.”

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Fox feels so fucking guilty over everything that happened to Murphy. She’s constantly thinking if she’d said something or did something, maybe something would have changed I mean, we all know it wouldn’t because no one gave a shit about her opinions in S1 but still and it’s part of the reason she’s so nice to him whenever she ends up around him. She’s trying to make amends. 

Murphy looked over his shoulder at her for a moment. The bag slung over his shoulder wasn’t heavy but it still contained everything he had. “It is… what choice do I have? I’ve been banned before… coming back was s stupid idea. I’ll never fit in here anyways”