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This was it. All the mind games and manipulations were over. It was finally time for her to show what she was really made of. The second the flag dropped her foot hit the pedal and they were off. No clear winner yet, their cars were side by side, nose to nose. Hmmm…it seemed like maybe he would prove to be some competition after all. “We’ll see about that,” she whispered aloud to herself. Her confidence had not yet wavered. If anything she was excited by this new development. The adrenaline rush was unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life. Every time she just got ahead, every time he did; it sparked a fire within her. More than just a determination to win. And she loved every goddamn second of it.

As soon as she saw the finish line, Raven chanced a glance to her side to see Murphy pulling ahead. No that wouldn’t do. Frowning, she had to play dirty if she wanted to win this thing. And she did. The rules here were, there were no rules. And now it seemed Raven would have to take full advantage of that. “Forgive me, Dean.” Placing both hands on the wheel, she swerved the car towards Murphy’s, hitting his. It wasn’t hard enough to do any real damage, but it was enough to slow him down slightly and at least disorientate him long enough for her to pull out her secret weapon. After the car was wrecked she hadn’t just rebuilt Dean. With this plan for revenge in mind, she’d added a couple of improvements. Adding a Nitrous Oxide system to her engine being one of them.

Keeping her eyes on the speedometer, as soon as it was fast enough she pressed the nitrous button, giving her the boost she needed. Taking one last glance at her opponent she couldn’t help but throw him a smirk as her car rocketed forward and past the finish line. Victory. It felt even better than she thought it would. She drowned out the sound of the cheering crowd. That’s not what she’d come for. Instead hopping out of her car and leaning on the side. Raven just waited for her now defeated opponent, a smug look on her face that she couldn’t, and hell didn’t really want to remove.

She only got more frustrated as he blatantly ignored her. Speaking over her to the guard behind her. It made her angry. The least she deserved was some answers even if it was just a name. Anything. That anger very quickly turned to blood curdling fear the moment he approached her with the dagger. Wrong answer then? Taking a step back she tried to find a way…any way out of this. Skimming the room, struggling against her ties…there was nothing. She was defenceless and moments from death. After everything she’d been through, this man she’d never met, who didn’t even bother to identify himself would be the end of her. “Hey….HEY WAIT!” The dagger cut through her jacket. She only had moments left before it sliced through her skin. “STOP!”

Squeezing her eyes shut, Raven waited for the contact of the sharp edge of the dagger with a major artery only…that moment never came. When she finally forced herself to open her eyes again, to find that she was alive, Raven realised what he’d done. The grounder had torn away her favourite jacket right off her body. Her expression changed from terrified to confused. What possible purpose could that serve? And why was she still alive? While she didn’t want to question it, Raven craved answers. “I am Roan, King of the Ice Nation.” She finally looked at him, instead of scanning the room. His revelation catching her off guard. She’d assumed he was an authority figure but King? And of one of the most ruthless grounder clans? She was in way over her head. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. Raven needed to get out of there and fast if she had any hope of staying alive.

Clarke helped him do what now? Every answer he gave her left her with more questions. Only Raven didn’t feel like sticking around to find out just how loyal he was to Wanheda, and how far that loyalty extended. She was still wary of him. His actions and words only continued to confuse her. “Take this.” Wait why was he giving him her now bloodied jacket?...and then his plan slowly dawned on her. “Drop it somewhere at the wall of Arkadia, not at the gate.” Oh god. “Try to be undetected.” Oh dear god no. “And prepare a kart. Our friend Raven will accompany us to our capital.” He was taking her prisoner? She was so overwhelmed Raven barely heard another word he said. A valued guest in his halls? Like. Hell. “STOP IT! OKAY…just stop talking and listen to me.” Looking him straight in the eyes, she tried to control her breathing. “You. Are not taking ‘your friend’ Raven anywhere. I demand you let me go. I demand you let me go RIGHT NOW!” She was freaking out. This couldn’t be happening. “If you're truly loyal to Clarke, or Wanheda or whatever! You’ll take me back to my people.” It was her last ditch attempt at getting out of here. “RIGHT FREAKING NOW!”

“I am pretty sure you’re wrong.” Raven grimaced, not taking too kindly to those words being said...to her. Raven was hardly ever wrong, and the fact that this girl had the….the audacity to think so made Raven all the more determined to be right. It was almost brave really, Gena had guts to think she could prove her wrong. It almost made her admire Gena…almost. “I doubt that, but sure I’ll humour you,” her smile returned, but her eyebrows were raised in speculation. “Cause you’re cute,” she said with a little smirk, teasing the bar tender. She was though, almost too cute. This girl had to be hiding something. And Raven would find out what.

All those doubts were very nearly purged from her mind the moment Gena mentioned chocolate cake. “Cake?” Raven perked up. “I’m listening.” There was no way she was going to pull a cake out of….oh dear god. She wouldn’t have believed it if it wasn’t right before. Gena…had…cake. “It looks just like the pictures.” She whispered more to herself in disbelief. Hearing about cake in Mount Weather was nothing compared to actually seeing it. The smell…it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Her hand raised, ready to just swipe a little bit of the cream...before she froze. “What’s the catch?” Massages? A shoulder to cry on? There was no way Gena was doing all of this to be helpful. People just weren’t that nice. At least not in Raven’s past experience. This girl wanted something from her. And if she was prepared to bribe her with cake…then it must be something big…and bad.

Raven silently listened as she explained why she didn’t want Finn to know about her pregnancy just yet. It was sound reasoning. She was fully aware of the many risks a pregnancy entailed. And who really knew how Finn would react. But…despite all the pain he’d put her through since she got to the ground, he was her best friend, her family. She wasn’t sure if she could keep this from him for so long. “I understand Clarke, it’s your decision.”

She took a moment to reflect on her choice. Because sure Finn was her best friend, but the promises she’d just made to Clarke meant something to her. She was a woman of her word. They weren’t hollow. With these kids...Clarke was her family too now. “If that’s how you feel then…I wanna wait too.” It wouldn’t be easy, seeing Finn every day and keeping this massive secret from him. But he would surely forgive her. Dammit he sure as hell owed her that. “I meant it when I said I choose you Clarke, whatever we do…we do together.” And that included telling the father of their children. Raven gladly put all her faith in Clarke, but Finn? Maybe a year ago there would be no doubts about how he’d react, but now, after that trust was broken there was no way to be sure. She loved him, but she had to put her child...their children, first. “What about your mom? She knows about mine…are you gonna tell her about yours?” Another important person in Clarke’s life.
And this time it was just Clarke who had to decide. 

She could already imagine it happening. The smiles on people’s faces, the reunions, the happiness that would spread the moment Clarke walked through those gates. And soon all that would be a reality. She was an integral part of their community, a leader, hell she saved them all in more ways than one. Her loss was felt by everyone, just as her return would be. Raven didn’t doubt that for a second, and soon Clarke would feel the same way. Either that or she’d just have to see it for herself when she inevitably returned to camp.

Raven strained to sit up and lean forward, moving her legs out of the way to allow space for Clarke to sit on the bed, motioning for her to join Raven as she groaned at the movements. Holding Clarke hands in her own she paused for a moment. “Look at me Clarke, you may be a lot of things but you’re no coward.” She had flaws that was for sure, but one thing Raven was sure of was her bravery. “What you did…it’s one of the bravest acts I’ve ever, and probably will ever see.” Her mention of nightmares hit her hard. Something they had in common. “I know, if we’re together we can stop those nightmares from ruling our lives.” Not completely, but at least keep them at bay. With every word Raven felt her vulnerability showing, revealing just how desperately she’d missed Clarke and needed her to return home. "I promise...I'll help you fight them, we all will."

It was finally time. After what felt like ages of planning and building and planning all over again they had finally built designs that satisfied her. They’d spent countless hours trying to figure out how best to fix the thrusters and Kyle had played a huge part in that success. Though she’d never say it to his face. The nerves started to build within her as she started to install them. Usually she was never nervous. Always confident in her abilities to get whatever job that needed doing done. And done right. But this job meant a lot more to her. This job was personal.

It was her chance to prove herself to the other mechanics and even the engineers that despite her young age, she belonged there. And deserved to be there. Once she went through all the safety procedures of undocking, Raven practically ripped her space suit off and ran towards Wick. The butterflies in her stomach morphing into pterodactyls. She smiled genuinely at him when he offered her the button to press. Technically her job was done, but she appreciated the sentiment. The fact that he was acknowledging how important this particular job was to her. Her smile turned into a sarcastic one as he continued. There he was, the Wick she knew. As if she could screw up something so simple.

Taking a deep breath she took one last nervous glance at him, her hand hovering over the button. “Here goes.” The moment of truth. The second her hand made contact with the it she scrunched up her eyes, too afraid to look. Oh god what if it didn’t work? What if all the hours and the hard work they’d put into it, was for nothing? Maybe she didn’t belong….her train of thought was interrupted at the sound of whirring and creaking coming from just outside. The thrusters….were turning on? Opening her eyes she looked down at the controls. “Full capacity! YES!” They worked! Goddammit she was awesome! “WE are awesome!” She felt so overwhelmingly happy she didn’t know what to do with herself. Turning she put her arms around Wick, hugging him for all she was worth. Because right at that moment there was nobody else on the entire ark she would rather share this moment with.

Releasing him slightly, but keeping her arms around his shoulder Raven smiled the widest smile she’d ever had on her face. “Thank you for doing this, for helping me.” Well, that was a first. Gratitude had never been a skill of hers, especially when it came to Wick. But this was a special occasion. As the seconds passed, she became acutely aware of their close proximity to each other. She should really let go of him. Only she didn’t, she couldn’t. Taking one last look into his eyes, her own flickered down to his lips, as she slowly sealed the distance between them with a soft kiss. Maybe later she would convince herself it was a heat of the moment type thing. That she was just grateful. But even Raven wasn’t that good of a liar. And this certainly hadn’t been the first time she’d wondered what it would be like to feel his lips on hers.