The 100 Preferences

                  She was leaning over his makeshift workstation when he glanced up, curious as to why she was there. “What’s up?” he asked, his eyes darting between her and the wires his fingers were still diligently splicing. “Bellamy wants you out front by the gate.” she told him.

                  With an exasperated sigh Jasper placed his tools and the wires on the table and followed behind her. With everything he already had on his plate he dreaded what Bellamy needed from him. “Did he say anything about what he wanted at least?” Jasper asked the female who threw him a sympathetic look over her shoulder and shook her head no. She knew what a slave driver Bellamy could be.

                  As they exited the Ark Jasper could see Bellamy, 2 guns and a pissed off expression, talking to Kane before he spotted Jasper and broke away to meet him halfway before thrusting a gun at him. “Were going hunting.” was all he said as he turned on his heel and marched passed Kane to head into the forest, both him and Kane trailing not far behind.

                 While Jasper was mentally exhausted, he was excited as well. His first few days on earth after the Ark sent them he had met someone, a grounder. She was beautiful and, even though their first meeting she kicked his ass, he had fallen in love with her over time. He mostly had Lincoln to thank because he helped her to trust them, more importantly him, and he was hoping he would be able to see her on this outing.

                 “Stay sharp.” Kane chastised him once he realized the younger man was slightly zoned out and more interested in the surrounding area than the actual hunt itself. “Whatever you say, boss.” he mumbled sarcastically, hating that fact that Kane acted like he was the chancellor when he was barely wet behind the ears of what Earth and it’s inhabitants were like.

                As they delved deeper Jasper was more alert in looking for Y/n than anything, knowing this part of the forest like the back of his hand from their many meetings and little dates. The tree’s that held the glowing blue butterflies. Twigs snapped nearby and leaves rustled as though someone was making their way towards them from the left and Kane held his gun up, finger on the trigger and ready to shoot at any moment.

                 “Jasp-” your voice began to call to him and he turned to catch a glimpse of you when the deafening crack of Kane’s gun went off before he even had time to react or even register what was happening. “No!” Jasper yelled, running towards where you had been standing only moments before and to his relief finding you crouched behind one of the trees.

                 “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning over every inch of your body he could see, thankful you were unharmed. “Jasper watch out!” you called as you leaped to your feet before pulling him protectively to your side, pulling out your dagger as Kane approached with his gun pointed directly at your skull.

                 “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jasper’s eyes were ablaze with anger as he placed himself between you and Kane’s gun. “I’m protecting my people, my daughter, from these monsters.” Kane spat and Jasper swatted his gun to the side, holding it so it was pointed towards the roots ensuring that you were in no danger of being shot.

                   Bellamy quickly stepped between the two, trying to diffuse the situation and also hold his anger at the fact Kane had just alerted everyone within a certain radius where they were. “You have no right or authority down here Kane.” Bellamy replied calmly, his voice the icy edge of a blade as he spoke. 

                       “I have every right, you said so yourself that these people have killed. Who’s to say she won’t kill you too?” Kane shot back and Jasper felt his blood boil. “All this coming from the guy who sent us down here to die. Had it not been for us you wouldn’t be down here and alive. So back off.” Jasper spat, voice so venomous he could have been a cotton mouthed snake.

                       “Bellamy you said yourself what these people are capable of. I’m only thinking about our survival” Kane tried to reason but it only fell on deaf ears. “Well not everyone down here is trying to kill us.” Bellamy said, Kane reluctantly allowing his gun to drop to the end of his shoulder strap before backing away.

                        Jasper turned to face you and you reached up and cupped his cheek, noting his labored breathing and agitated features. He closed his eyes and placed his hand over yours, almost as though your touch had some sort of calming effect over him. “It’s been a while, my love.” you spoke, his eyes fluttering at the sound of your voice and he smiled, taking your hand from his cheek and kissing the palm of it before intertwining your fingers and allowing them to drop between you.

                      “I know, I’ve been wanting to come and see you so badly but my people need me.” he breathed out and you gave him a small smile. “I understand skylander, Earth is still new to them.” he leaned forward, touching his forehead to yours. “I will come see you whenever I have the chance...hell if I had it my way I’d bring you home with me.” he breathes out making you both chuckle. 

                    “At this rate you would probably be safer in my village than with him.” you joked, your arms resting on his shoulders, fingers running through the hair on the nape of his neck. “Jasper we gotta go.” Bellamy called and reluctantly he moved away from you. “I will be back soon, I promise.” he said before leaning down and touching his lips to yours.

                    Jasper rejoined Bellamy and Kane, the three of them resuming their mission of finding food for the others. “I swear to god if he tries to shoot Y/n again I’m gonna take him out myself.” he mumbled angrily to Bellamy causing him to smirk as they trailed behind Kane.

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              He was alone, or at least he told himself as much; with these woods you were never truly alone. He blocked out all unnecessary sounds, focusing solely on the hunt while keeping his fight or flight instincts on standby should something happen.

              The deer had finally come to a halt and began to graze, the perfect opportunity. Bellamy moved in, his feet carrying him as quiet as they could to close the distance between him and tonight’s dinner. He was mere inches away when an airy sound broke the silence and made the deer snap to attention before darting away.

              “Shit!” Bellamy cursed, feeling anger bubble up within him at the loss. He did not spend half the day tracking the deer for it to be wasted due to some stupid whistling sound. Clenching his jaw, he turned to head back towards camp when he heard the same airy sound, only this time differing in octaves telling him it wasn’t the wind. ‘Someone else is here’ he thought to himself. ‘And they ruined my hunt.’

              Swiftly he turned on his heel, his bitterness clouding all rational thought as he stealthily moved through the tree’s towards the noise, determined to find out who, or what, was causing it. The brush was only getting thicker as he went, the sun barely infiltrating the canopy of closely packed leaves of the tall trees around him. 

              The sound was closer now, he figured any given moment he would be face to face with whatever it was and he automatically switched into warrior mode, keeping himself shrouded in the large leaves of lush plants as he moved forward until he saw it; or rather, her   

               She was swaying slowly on a moss covered boulder with what appeared to be a long, thin stick clutched in her hands; one end held close to he pursed lips. He watched her blow gently, her fingers moving over the stick causing the light sound. Music.

              Every so often she would pace into a small patch of sunlight, her skin reminding him of warm cinnamon whenever her and the soft glow met. Her hair was a thick mane of long, wild curls dark as the midnight sky. Two braids tied together at the back acted like a crown holding various flowers and tiny colourful feathers in place.

             Her midriff was exposed and he could faintly make out the tribal tattoo that sprouted from the waist of her leather skirt and curving along her ribs before disappearing beneath the hide cropped shirt just beneath her right breast. All in all she looked like a typical grounder, face paint and all, only wearing a lot less than what he was used to. She was bare foot too.

            After allowing himself to get lost in the music reverberating around him and the beauty of the woman inducing it, he began to move once more. He wanted to see to her up close, to map out her facial features and see if she was truly as beautiful as he thought she’d be. Besides, by the looks of it they were the only 2 around and he was certain he could handle her if needed.

*crack*

              He froze. Her head snapped towards him and Bellamy was mentally scolding himself for not being more careful, for not going back to the camp when he should have. He met her gaze and gasped, and the second he blinked he was met with her retreating figure making quick work before disappearing between the trees.

              He stood shocked for a moment, registering what he had just seen before following her example and hurriedly rushing back to the camp before it got dark. He hated that he was going back empty handed but there was nothing he could do about it at this point.