OK BUT the look on Jaha’s face when Monty told him that they strung up Murphy for Wells murder!! Like think about it, Murphy was the one that told Jaha about what happened to Wells!!!! What if Jaha now thinks that Murphy really killed his son, that he lied to save his own ass? (BC Murphy is pretty well-known for that, actually.) If he does, he wont be able to look at Murphy and let it go, right? Just like how Charlotte couldn't let it go looking at Wells. Did I hit the car behind me, or is that a parallel?

I need more The 100 blogs to follow, so heart this sumbitch up so we can cry together. Also, I am trying my imagination at writing for The 100, so if you have any request shoot ‘em to me. 

John Boy. (Part One) Murphy x daughter Kane! Reader

(A/N: I’ve been sucked into the fandom and now I have a story brewing in my head. This is my first go writing for The 100, so please bare with me.)

Enjoy!

Warnings: Mild language, violence, and mentions of drug abuse.

“I’ll survive.” Murphy smarted off from next to you, causing the class to burst into laughter, he smirked. Annoyance set in Pike’s face, he strolled over to the back where the two of you sat and hovered. “I know all about you, John Murphy.” Pike said. Murphy’s smirk grew, “Oh, you do, huh?” he turned his face and looked up. 

“Yeah, I do. Mother drank herself to death after father was floated.” 

Murphy turned his face away, his smirk vanished instantly. You looked over at John and noticed that he was trying to suppress himself as the entire class turned eyes to look at him, he was going back into his shell. Pike continued, “For stealing medicine to save you. That’s a tough row to hoe, i’ll give you that.”

“But what does he do with the second chance his father gave his life to buy for him?” Pike tauntingly asked the class of delinquents. Your eyes darted to the side to read Murphy’s expression, his jaw was set in anger and livid fire burned in his eyes. Murphy remained perfectly still, but Pike didn’t stop there. “He wasted it.” He said. “Setting the arresting officers quarters on fire.” With your eye still on Murphy, you noticed the slightest smirk pull at the corner of his mouth. 

“Say something.” Pike taunted, John snarled his lip and turned his face up again, and then everyone sat still shocked when Pike strongly struck Murphy across the face. The force of the blow was so strong that John almost toppled into your lap, you snapped out of your shock and reached your arms out to steady him, make sure he was alright - but John gently pushed your hands away from him, straightened himself, and angrily turned to Pike again. “Do something.” He lifted his hand and struck Murphy again. That’s when your vision turned red, you lunged out of your seat, and toward the Earth Skill’s teacher.

The class was silent as Pike ducked your attack, he grabbed you by the arms and twisted them behind your back painfully. “Let her go, Pike!” Murphy growled, he was the only one out of his seat. Instead, Pike shoved your arms into your back more, and you clenched your jaw tightly as a groan of pain managed to escape from you. He maneuvered you with him to the front of the class.

“Y/N Kane, daughter of council member, Marcus Kane. She was arrested for running a fight club and the trafficking of narcotic prescription medication. Tell the class, Miss. Kane, how long did you spend in the Skybox suffering from the withdrawals of the medicine that you abused?” Pike was now taunting you, but like Murphy, you kept silent. He shoved your twisted arm up higher, causing you to grit your teeth and grunt in pain, he was on the verge of breaking your damn arms. “Go float yourself.” you bit off. Some of the class laughed, but then you yelped out loudly as Pike twisted your arms to breaking point, the laughter stopped. Instinct from your days of fighting took over, as did the rage, and then you bucked your head back as hard as you could, bashing Pike in the face.

His grip slackened enough for you to slip from his clutches. “Y/N, are you alright?” Gentle hands grabbed your upper arms, your head snapped over, and then you sighed in relief when it was Murphy. “John boy.” Your voice cracked, and with your aching arms you burrowed yourself into him in a hug. He rested his chin on top of your head and snaked his arms around you, rubbing your back soothingly. Then he was ripped away from you as Pike blindsided the two of you, you were harshly shoved and went crashing head first into the group of delinquents, as you staggered to regain your footing, you noticed that Pike was assaulting John again - more viciously this time, and then the room turned chaotic in panic. In spite of the screaming protest of a cracked bone, you picked up a chair and smacked Pike across the head, he collapsed to the floor, and when you glanced up and noticed the blood running from John’s nose, you aggressively began to strike Pike with the chair over and over again. 

A hand reached out and caught you around the wrist, you looked up into Murphy’s eyes, “I think he’s had enough.” John gave you a bloody smirk. You took a ragged breath, nod, and then tossed the chair aside as Pike groggily turned onto his back. “You hurt my John boy, I hurt you.” you spat as Pike looked up at you with wide eyes. 

Very shortly after, the council and guard came in and quickly began to escort the teenagers back to the Skybox. Murphy and yourself were held back by Kane, “What did you do?” he asked, then gently grabbed you around the elbow, you hissed in pain. Shooting a glare at Pike as Jaha helped him to his feet, “Pike had a friggin hard on for John and then fractured my damn arm!” you exploded. John chuckled from next to you as Abby checked out his injury. “Y/N has excellent combat skill, Kane, I went after Mr. Murphy because I knew she would react, and they are going to need her fresh.” Pike piped up. “Fresh for what?” Confusion was an understatement, but then you noticed how all of the adults froze stiff in the room, and immediately you knew the council were up to something. “Y/N, sweetie, you need to go to Medical and get your arm checked out.” Your father said to you quietly, worry lines creased his face as Murphy and you were escorted to Medical. He diverted your question, tried to be a good dad instead of an Ark-Ass for the first time since you’d been locked up, combined with the terrified and sorrowful look he was giving you, suddenly the puzzle pieces all fell together. You turned your gaze away from him and already found Murphy’s eyes on you, “What are you thinking?” he asked, knowing that look on your face all too well. “Buckle up, John boy, we’re being sent to the ground.”

The looks that the council shared around the room were enough to confirm your quick thinking. Jaha stepped up and spoke for the first time, “What gives you that idea, Miss. Kane?” he questioned, arms crossed. You smirked at him, a smirk that Murphy had rubbed off on you in your years of causing chaos together, “C’mon, Earth Skill classes and combat warm ups for abuncha criminals that you’d float eventually. I may have been born at night, Jaha, but not last night.” Kane hid a smile and slightly shook his head, “You’ve always been too smart for your own good, Y/N.” he said softly. Then Murphy laughed, he sounded stuffy as Abby packed his nostrils with cotton, “It doesn’t take an Einstein to know that the council always has some kind of screwed up hidden agenda.” he stated. A frown found its way to your face as Jackson offered you a pill for the pain, it was tempting, but then you locked eyes with Murphy, and he shook his head. John boy was the only person on the Ark that did not turn his back on you when you spiraled into an addict, a monster. He stuck by your side and held you throughout the detoxification when you’d finally been arrested and hit rock bottom, he forced you to fight it, John Murphy made you strong again. “No thanks, Jackson.” You declined, not looking away from Murphy, whom gave you a nod of encouragement and winked, a half smile pulled at his mouth. Then you watched as Jackson placed the pills off to the side and began placing plaster soaked cloth strips on your carefully positioned arm and elbow, “Why are you sending us to Earth, though, I thought the radiation wouldn’t be gone from the planet for about another hundred years?” you mused. With a sly hand, you snatched the bottle of pain killers when everyone was distracted and stuck them in your bra, pretending to have an itch. 

Silence filled the room, and then John nudged your shoulder with his and wagged his brows, “Guess we’re getting a space float special, Y/N.” he joked, sounding funnily obnoxious with his nose completely plugged up. The two of you chuckled together, and then after John’s face was good to go and your arm had been securely braced in a half cast, the two of you were placed in solitary until the day you were all lined up to enter the Drop Ship. Waiting in line as the hundred climbed the later one by one, you peered across the corridor at your dad. A rush of sadness washed over you and you hastily broke out of the line, dodged the guards, and tightly hugged Kane. “I love you, Dad.” He hugged you back just as tight and kissed you atop your head, “I love you too, Y/N, to Earth and back.” his voice was low and strained, trying to hold himself together. You pulled back and pecked him on the cheek, “May we meet again.” you smiled at him, out of your pocket you pulled out your sobriety token and handed it to him, tears glazed in both of your eyes. “We will. I am so proud of you.” Kane said, and then pulled you in for one last hug.

Finally, you received a metal bracelet and it was your turn to climb the ladder. With one final glance at Kane, you raised a hand in farewell, then followed John up into the Drop Ship and strapped yourself into the seat next to his. “You ready for this?” Murphy smirked over at you. You smiled back, although your nerves were wrecked, “As ready as I’ll ever be.” you replied. “Oh, I imagine, Y/N. I seen you swipe that bottle at Medical.” He called you out, and you gaped. “I only took them incase-” Jaha’s message came over the screen, cutting you off, and then the sounds of the ship puurrrr’d and groaned as it was being set for liftoff. “John boy, will you hold my hand?” You squeaked, light laughter escaped from him, and then he tightly laced his fingers together with yours. “Don’t worry, Y/N, we’ll survive.”