It had only been an hour.

An hour before the first confrontation and in all honesty Winnie had begun to grow bored in the last twenty minutes. Thus when she saw Wells Jaha, she couldn't help herself and the fact that he was with Clarke Griffin of all people, it was too good an opportunity to miss.

Her grudge wasn't healthy but it did keep her entertained as she walked away from the Blake siblings to meet Wells. Her movement seem to spur another group on and when she saw the person leading them was no other than John Murphy she understood why.

John Murphy had power already and she felt an odd mix of pride and lust, people following her was like a drug to Winnie, people meant power and power meant everything.

Wells had none, his reputation would have worked in the structure of the Ark but now, if Winnie were him, it should be something to bury deep behind him, "Well, Wells, I must say I am very surprised to see you here."

"Stay out of this." Clarke demanded prying her eyes off the map and  tilting her head slightly to look at the oncoming group.

"Was I talking to you princess?" Winnie taunted, she had heard the nickname being used and it suited her, although she might like blondie just a tad bit more, "I think Wells here can speak for himself. But I am surprised to see you as well Clarke. Don't think we have ever had the pleasure of being introduced, Winnie Scarfone. Or maybe your people don't like to mix with people like me."

Clarke thought about how to reply, she had heard of Winnie and if she was being truthful what she had heard disturbed her. However she didn't need to say anything, "You should all be happy we're here-" Wells began to say but he said exactly the wrong words.

"Happy!" Bellamy retorted, "Sorry but the only reason I could ever be happy your here is so the privileged can do the work for once. You seem to be obsessed with your map, you know the way, go get your own damn supplies."

Winnie agreed along with the crowd. A good sign she thought, they agree with her mentality - not completely - but just enough to be interesting, the flicker of low morals was enough for Winnie to cling ahold of and have fun with.

"It's a twelve mile trek, we need all the help we can get and we need to leave now if we have any hope of getting there before sundown." Clarke tried to be inspiring but you can't just tell a group of criminals to do something with such a flat voice. Winnie looked at the way she carried herself as well, shoulders back and head high on her shoulders, she reminded Winnie of an angel. Her blonde hair a beacon of light in this forest, and her pitch never wavering or uncertain, Winnie hated her already.

"Bye then," Winnie spat whilst waving goodbye, "Safe journey really, just you two, would be a real shame if anything happened.

Winnie wasn't nice, she felt the rush of blood to Wells' cheeks in her own heart however instead of shame, she got a kick. Murphy thought he wasn't nice either, he shared the love of humiliation - when it wasn't his - with the witch.

He watched her but most importantly he listened to her. He concentrated hard for the sound of her tongue running along her slightly uneven teeth showing her pride. He waited for the occasional smack of her rosy lips together, a rarity as normally they never touched, showing that the girl had grown impatient. Murphy liked to listen, he believed he was good at it is. The truth is he is, he can never listen to himself. If he could, he wouldn't have done his next move.

John Murphy punched Wells Jaha so hard that many of the crowd will swear they heard a bone crack.

The mood of the whole camp divided, Winnie felt it. The slight unexpected initial step back of Clarke, the keenness of Murphy's gang, the excitement rising in their stomach and the curling of their fists and finally the sternness of others, namely of Bellamy Blake and Winnie herself.

Everybody's mood was affecting Winnie, her head reeled with the new information. She remained still as she calculated the best position to take: a supporter or the rebel. Winnie decided then, she would always be the supporter of a John Murphy.

"Come on Murphy, he's never lifted a finger a day in his life!" Winnie encouraged Murphy as punches were thrown and dodged.

Bellamy Blake was making decisions as well. He knew in that instant that this camp needed a leader and quickly and he also saw the two potential candidates; Winnie and Clarke. The two polar opposites that are fated to collide. North and South sides of a magnet drawn together.

They were too different and everybody could see it, the smirk painted on Winnie's lips and the shock portrayed in Clarke's eyes was only the tip of the iceberg. For Bellamy, he thinks this means a tough decision he has given himself the authority to make.

Winnie, Clarke and Bellamy are all natural born leaders. Clarke is because she doesn't want to be, Bellamy because he is willing to make tough decisions and Winnie as she represents the people. The one problem is two of them not only crave power but they believe they deserve it.

Winnie had to say she was a tad disappointed when Finn Collins broke up the fight, so much for him being the infamous Spacewalker. It was clear which side he supported which lead Winnie to begin thinking, she needed to start acting quickly.

John Murphy wiped his nose on the back of his hand and was shocked to find a trace of blood, Wells Jaha had done the impossible and actually surprised him. Murphy hated him even more now.

She studied him from afar at first. He went back to his group to high fives and pats on the back, they went back but he lingered. Lingered for Winnie, he knew she would come eventually, he just didn't expect her to come with a plan. A plan that will take her to the heavens  but leave her in the dust,

"How do you fancy becoming a leader?"

"Winnie, I thought you'd never ask," He smiled and ran his tongue over his lips but the overly cliche remark garnered him a light hit on the shoulder from the witch. He shook her hand away but Murphy sometimes was like a little kid, disapproval drove him on, "You'll get used to me in the flesh, I'm quite funny actually."

"Is that so?" Winnie questioned, uncrossing her arms as the pair began to walk away from the wondering eyes of the few people that cared.

Murphy nodded and looked at the girl, his grin couldn't leave his lips. He didn't care about the people staring, let them look because he was only going to look at Winnie.

-

The pair sat uncomfortably close to each other to spite the inches of metal that kept them apart before.
both acknowledging how Winnie's wild hair brushed coarsely against Murphy's neck, yet neither bothered to move as there feet dangled over the edge of the Dropship.

"I thought you'd be taller," Winnie told him, she didn't know what to call him yet.

Friend seemed too general a term, ally felt too much like back on the Ark, lover, now that confused Winnie; it felt so wrong yet so right.

John didn't reply except pull his gaze into the bottom left corner of his eye to stare down at her, he listened and heard the smack of her lips, "And I was expecting a bit more muscle, if I'm being honest."

"That's a lie, you're just saying that." Murphy almost sang out. He knew what to call Winnie right now, a liar. He could tell, that was his gift; knowing Winnie Scarfone almost as well as she knew herself.

Winnie craned her neck so Murphy could appreciate her fully raised eyebrow, something he had never had the pleasure to see before, "And how do you know that?"

"Because I know you." Murphy replied.

Time went slowly for a minute as Winnie brewed together her response, she calculated her approach for the first time since speaking to Murphy. They may be on the Earth but her mind was still on the Ark, she had to calculate every step to get the outcome she wanted.

"When's my birthday?" Winnie replied quickly.

"Two days time, you'll be eighteen." Murphy stared at the girl, watching how her head slowly nodded up and down, it was a small gesture.

"But do I know you?" Winnie asked. It was a rhetorical question that she was asking more for herself than for her companion.

This time Murphy got the chance to think, he thought about how much he thought he knew about the witch, despite not knowing her darkest secret.

"I told you why I was in the Skybox."

"And I'm sorry that I never could repay that courtesy."

"I'll find it out eventually, I'm quite a persuasive person." That has been a question that kept Murphy up at night, the one truth he could never know but was dying to find out. Eventually he would know, he had to.

"I bet you are. You're the friend my mother warned me about, if you jumped off a cliff I'd probably have to bloody well follow you."

"Oh, I don't fall."

"When you're pushed then."

"That does sound more like me,"

Winnie was slowly becoming a half open book, John had pieced together the prologue, he had speed read the introduction and was almost part way through.

It was now he realised he was sat with the author, no longer was he a reader; Jonathan Murphy was a character. Yet it was Winnie who had the power of the pen, she could make him a stranger, an enemy or even a lover.

"So, leaders?" Murphy elbowed Winnie in her side, "Like father, like daughter."

"No," She replied, it may have started like that but Winnies intuition told her that she had to be something in this camp. She cared about people, despite how badly she could treat them, "Like Winnie."

The words were powerful like a prophecy, they were real and meaningful. But of course Murphy had to have the last word.

"You know it's really weird to refer to yourself in the third person."

Murphy was leaning forward and watching the scene below him.

"Shut up John."

"Look as co- potential leader, I think I need to be honest-"

"That's the worst plan, I have-"

"No. Be honest Win. At least to me."

"Honestly I want to slap you right now Murphy."

"Good. You see this is communication, back and forth. So tell me the honest plan then, how am I going to become Chancellor Murphy?"

"Go to sleep because thats only going to happen in your sweet dreams."

"Don't worry doll, my dreams are much more interesting than that."

"Doll?" Winnie raised an eyebrow and had to fight back a laugh. The closest she is ever going to be to a doll is a voodoo doll.

"Yeah I said it." Murphy didn't know why, it just came out, "Now tell me the plan... doll."

Winnie answered his never ending questions by dragging her thumb over his chin. His porcelain white skin was smooth and gentle but Winnie's other fingers brushed against stubble on his neck. She pulled his vision away from her and directed it to the Ground.

"You see those two boys?"

Murphy tried to nod.

"They were done for drugs, not dealing, those two nerdy kids made the drugs. Monty and Jasper."

She pointed to another group, "Dax. He used to sit next to me in Science, I thought nothing of him until I meet him one day in a corridor after he had beaten his next door neighbor to death. All the man had done was taken Dax's rations that he had stolen from the kitchen in the first place,"

"Nathan Miller, the official documentation says he was imprisoned for stealing. In reality he hacked into the Alpa Station mainframe and stole information which he then sold to my father,"

"My point is, I know these people. These are our people, not Clarke's, not Bellamy, ours and the enemy of our enemy is a friend. And I love having friends that are indebted to the Scarfone name."