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His answer to her question was…short to say the least. The words were heavy and hid something bubbling under the surface that Bellamy was clearly trying to avoid speaking about. And as he continued it was obvious that he was trying to change the subject. She understood that. Neither of them were particularly good at articulating their thoughts. But Raven was still curious. There weren’t a whole lot of people around who truly felt the weight of what Mount Weather did to them. What it took from them. But it was a difficult subject, and one she knew she might regret bringing up.

“Subtle change of subject there, Bellamy.” It was probably a risk to acknowledge it. But Raven wasn’t one to back down from a risk. “Real smooth.” They never talked about it. Not really. And she supposed a lot of that was down to her and her reluctance. It was just easier to push everyone away. But the trouble with that was that it meant at the end of the day she would always be alone. Usually she’d be fine with that. Hell she’d even prefer it. But sometimes, especially on a night like tonight, where not even sleep could bring her comfort...it just wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

If Clarke were here, maybe she would have been able to talk to her. But she wasn’t. She’d just up and left without even saying goodbye. It was actually Bellamy who'd told them she’d left. Raven still felt bitter about the memory. That he hadn’t done more to make her stay. Hell Raven would’ve knocked her out, easy and forced her to stay. Leaning back on the car, she looked away again, choosing to ignore his question about the cars. “I know what’s keeping me up at night,” she began, fiddling with the straps on her overalls, before finally choosing to look up again. “But what’s keeping you up?”

Use this to hurt her? Raven began feeling slightly worried as Clarke started telling her the news. She didn’t quite know what to expect. But it couldn’t be that bad could it? Whatever she needed, Raven was more than willing to help. And as long as Clarke was alive and well in front of her, there was nothing she could say that could surprise her. At least that’s what Raven thought. Placing her hand on top of Clarke’s on her shoulder, she nodded with a reassuring smile. Prompting Clarke to continue.

“Turns out I’m pregnant.” …Raven let go of Clarke’s hand as she took a moment to let the information sink in. “You’re….pregnant?” Turns out she was dead wrong in her assumption. Clarke was still able to shock her. And it was a hell of shock. She almost felt the wind knocked out of her and had to take a step back. A bitter memory of her confrontation with Clarke about sleeping with Finn flashed through her mind. This. This was insane. A million questions were raised but Raven couldn’t articulate a single one. “I can’t believe this,” she whispered to herself. Her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced down at Clarke’s soon to be growing stomach and then her own.

This would be almost funny if it wasn’t so ridiculous. Raven realised and was glad that out of all the emotions she was feeling, anger wasn’t one of them. She’d finally let go of that. It’s why they were still able to be friends. So, it was probably best not to keep secrets now. Clarke had the guts to tell her the truth so Raven needed to build up the courage and do the same. “I choose you too Clarke,” she said with a small smile, stepping towards her again. “I don’t want to keep this from you either, in fact I think your mom’s the only other person that knows.” She still hadn’t even told Finn. “After taking the bullet out of my back, she did a check-up.” Placing a hand on her stomach, she continued. “Turns out I’m pregnant…too.” Choosing to mimic Clarke’s own words, Raven finally let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. Anxiously waiting for a reaction.

A test drive. Now that was the dream. Just the thought of it got the blood pumping faster in her veins. It’s why she spent day and night to do all this. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure if that could be possible quite so quickly, but hey they could definitely give it a shot. Hell, she’d hurtled herself to the ground from space in an escape pod that she basically rebuilt in 10 days. And she survived. So what was the worst that could happen? Nobody would be touching the wheel before her though; that was for damn sure. “I’ll be driving it first,” she paused. “Obviously.” Though none of them really knew how to drive a car, Raven was confident in her ability to learn how. And fast. “Then maybe I could teach you,” she said with a smirk, retying the obviously oversized overalls around her waist to stop them from slipping.

She rolled her eyes at his comment. Choosing not to answer back. This time. “I’ve been working on it for about,” she took a moment to think. “A couple of weeks.” It wasn’t long at all. But she’d been basically living in the garage. Working on the car every chance she got. “You’ve gotta admit though,” she began, jumping up on to the hood of the car in front of him, her legs no longer quite reaching the ground. He was close to her again, not like before, but it was enough to make her notice. Especially with her heart beating as fast as it was just after hearing the rev of the engine. She instead quickly pushed her thoughts elsewhere getting back to what she was saying. And hoping her previous train of thought went unnoticed. “This is a piece of art.” The engine was antique, it was all stuff she’d only read about in books. “Just wait till you see it run.” Jumping back off the car, she finally spun round to turn the engine off. Not wanting to waste the fuel. The sudden silence that filled the room helped slow her breathing. She hadn’t even realised she’d needed to. Looking up at Bellamy, her curiosity got the better of her. “So what are you really doing here anyway?”

She rolled her eyes at the obvious sarcasm in his tone. He still didn’t answer question. And it didn’t look like he was leaving either. “Yeah, a mechanic in a garage? What will they think of next?” She said with mock surprise on her face. The nerve. As if she needed any other reason to be here. No matter what time it was. "Ever take a break, Reyes?" If a car wasn’t on top of her and if she wasn’t curious as to why he was even here, she would have kicked him out herself. Bum leg and all. “This is my break,” she answered honestly. It was her break from the world, and from her own thoughts and nightmares. Where all that mattered was if the engine was working and how she could fix it or how she could use the spare parts. These days it was the only source of fun she had. But it was a hell of a source. They never had anything like it on the ark.

"Get it running yet?" So she guessed they were just going to skip over the reason he was here. After everything that happened, maybe it was the same reason she was here. To escape what the night would bring. What it would always bring. “Uhh have you met me?” she asked rhetorically, arrogance dripping off every word. “Of course I got it running.” Grinning, she looked up at Bellamy, rolling further out from underneath the car. “You wanna see?” Pride was a deadly sin apparently, but Raven had already committed so much worse that she didn’t care anymore. And she was proud. These babies were her masterpieces. No other mechanic could have gotten them running, and everyone should damn well know it. Raven glanced at her brace on top of the workbench and then sighed. Holding her hand out, she looked back up at Bellamy expectantly. “Are you going to help me up or what?”

The cars were the perfect distraction. Raven didn’t want to think about Mount Weather, or the fact that she didn’t know how to be with Wick…or about Finn. Or that the one person who understood the pain of losing him, had just up and left. Her leg wasn’t exactly getting any better either. Having a massive drill slowly digging through your bone tended to do that to you. She’d had nightmares for weeks.

But that was until they brought the cars. It was like a light at the end of the tunnel. A reason for living. Yes, she was aware that might be a slight exaggeration. But the feeling she got when she first saw them. That excitement. It was a mechanic’s dream and she couldn’t remember the last time she felt that way. It had been so damn long…too long. Working on those cars kept the nightmares at bay. And on the days that didn’t work, she would just work through the night.

Like tonight. Because while there was so much she couldn’t control, couldn’t fix; she could sure as hell fix these damn cars. Not all of them were salvageable. Hey, she wasn’t a miracle worker. But the one she was currently inspecting looked like it could be saved. Raven scores again. Cracking her knuckles and lowering the hood of the car, she tied her overalls around her waist and proceeded to wheel herself underneath it. Time to check on the axles and see if they could be saved.

Just as she was about to take measurements she heard footsteps walk into the garage. Before long, as if their presence wasn’t infuriating enough, they proceeded to make an infuriating amount of noise. Rude. Then she heard them slam something onto one of the cars. That. Was the last straw. “Hey,” she yelled. Wheeling herself back out, she saw that Bellamy was the one crashing about. He could be the damn chancellor and she wouldn’t care. This was her space. Everyone knew that… or at least they should. “Take it easy.” Nobody hurts one of her babies…cars, and gets away with it. “What are you even doing here, Bellamy? It’s the middle of the night.”

Raven disagreed with Clarke. Revenge was all she could hold on to. It’s what was keeping her afloat. That and the plan to save their friends. Otherwise she would have crumbled under the weight of losing him. “Finn doesn’t want anything. Finn’s dead.” She knew it was harsh but Raven refused to be the bigger person here. “But fine we’ll do it your way.” Only for their friends in Mount Weather and then that was it. They had a common enemy for now, so she wasn’t going to do anything. Even though all she could think about was blowing up their leader. But the second they got their friends out, the second this truce inevitably crumbled, all bets were off. “For now.”

Raven sighed as Clarke held her hand and squeezed it. She didn’t pull her hand away because even though it hurt to look Clarke in the eyes sometimes, she was still the only other person in camp who felt the pain as deeply as Raven. The only other person who really mourned for Finn. Nobody else understood how she felt. “You don’t have to pretend with me,” she said, hesitantly squeezing Clarke’s hand back. “You can be strong and cold in front of them but you don’t have to be that person all the time.” She was still just a kid after all. “Otherwise you’ll fall apart, and then where would we be,” she said, smiling slightly at the other girl. It was just some advice. But the irony of Raven giving it wasn’t lost on her. Because she too was only just keeping it together. Trying to help and keep herself distracted at all costs. If only she could take her own advice.

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