Stark Raven'... Relieved

[Nathan Miller]

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Miller had just finished covering the last body. Ironically the first one that was so severely threatened. Obika. The thought of just leaving them here was, unsettling. But he knew full well that hardly any would go against Bloodreina's orders. How far they had come. Miller still remembered the young girl who kept trying to get to the grounder that Bellamy had ordered him to keep watch of. And now . . . look at them. Look at what they had become. Glimpses of who they were flashed in Miller's mind every so often, but that version of them was gone. Replaced by . . . what survival made them become. Miller was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a sound he had not heard for so long . . . yet one he instantly recognized. He rose from his crouched position next to the corpse, eyeing the Rover as it finally ceased to a halt. Emotions erupted within him as he saw familiar faces begin to pile out of it. And, he could not keep the smile from touching his lips. Reminders of who they once were came out of that Rover. Yes. Everyone was different and yet, these were the people that Miller had started this journey on the ground with. There was something, refreshing about that. So he couldn't stop his feet from approaching them, greeting them, reaching Raven and well, she was no exception. "Welcome back," he said with a smile, extending his hand to her and already ready to pull her in for a hug.

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Almost every day in space another name would drop into Raven’s head in those short moments she’d allow herself to wallow in the grief of everything they’d lost. Everything they’d done to survive. She’d wonder who'd survived in that bunker and for how long. Hell if any of them had. She’d try not to dwell on it, to hope for the best. But 6 years and everything they’d been through didn’t exactly breed positive thoughts. But making it to the ground alive…again. Finding out Clarke had basically returned from the dead. Well, that would make anyone an optimist again. Suddenly those names that rang through her head like a funeral bell weren’t so grim anymore.

Those first hundred kids though, that she’d shared so much with, pain, loss, finding any of them alive meant…well, it meant a hell of a lot to her. They were all bonded in a way words could never explain. As she finally saw movement over the rover’s windshield, she tried not to get her hopes up too much. Six years is a long time. And hope was a dangerous thing. But as they finally stopped, and she took in the sheer number of survivors, Raven couldn’t help the grin that appeared on her face. A smile that only grew when she spotted Miller making his way towards her. She wrapped both arms around him in an embrace that said more than words ever could. “I’m really glad you’re not dead,” she mumbled before finally letting go. “You’ve aged though,” she said teasing him. “Is that…is that a frown line I see?” she added, smoothing out the clearly unwrinkled skin with her thumb.

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[Nathan Miller]

 Miller Tag: cherry1 outfit: clothes from 5x05 words: -- notes: HOPE THIS IS OK!! Also, better layout coming soon!

The hug was most welcome and Miller returned the gesture, wrapping his arms around Raven and briefly closing his eyes. Basking in the feeling of his friend having returned. When they started to pull away, Miller was only further reminded of her, and her teasing remark reminded him . . . of all that had happened and yet, they were not completely unchanged from who they once were. "Hey, with age comes maturity," Miller retorted teasingly. "Or you know, something like that." Truth was, a lot had happened in the bunker. A lot of . . . dark things. And Miller doubted he would have been able to get through any of it if it weren't for Jackson. Losing Bryan, his dad . . . Jackson was all that had remained in that bunker of any form of solace. Speaking of comfort, her gentle touch only had the small smile remain upon Miller's features, enjoying the light tone of conversation . . . for such a tone was often so rare and seldom experienced. "Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humour, being stuck with those guys for all that time," Miller said with fond teasing towards the group of people she was sent up with. Their people. The original 100. Well, most of them.

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“Oh don’t get me started. It’s nice to see new faces for a change.” She said, the smile never leaving her lips. The words were true, though in reality she knew it could’ve been a lot worse. “They’re my family now though.” At least she hadn’t had to endure those years alone. The thought alone set her teeth on edge. “Even Murphy,” she added with a smirk. Despite her teasing words, Miller did look different. Not so much physically, but it was something in his eyes. Something she recognised, and instantly she knew those years in the bunker must not have exactly been smooth sailing. “But I swear if I’d heard Monty tell another knock knock joke, I’d have flung myself out of the airlock,” she said chuckling.

With a hand on his arm she pulled him further aside, her smile faltering as she prepared herself to ask him a question. Making her way to a rock surface she sat herself down, pulling Miller down beside her. “Six years is a long time and…” there were some faces she couldn’t spot in the crowd. Faces of people she cared about. Her mind flashed to Murphy’s bullet being removed from her back. So that the first names that came out of her mouth were… “Abby, Jackson…are they…?” She couldn’t bring herself to complete the sentence. Already mentally preparing herself for the bad news.

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