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"This kid is gonna be tough as hell," Raven smiled at the thought of him or her. They were slowly becoming more and more real. It was both terrifying and exciting, but she found that she really liked talking about them. “Any child of mine’s going to be a damn genius,” she teased. Raven was feeling more at ease, she’d gotten past the hard part of telling him. She hadn’t been sure if she would make it through that. Now they’d just have to get past the hard part of actually having and raising this kid. Yeah, should be fine, she thought sarcastically.

"How soon do you want to tell people?" Her thoughts automatically went to Wick. They hadn’t really talked much since Mount Weather. After she’d recovered from the extraction, Raven’d had a very short and difficult conversation with him which basically entailed her telling him that she cared about him but she wasn’t ready for any kind of relationship, and that he deserved someone better who could give him what he wanted. They’d barely spoken since, only exchanging words over work. And now she was having a baby with Bellamy Blake. That was sure to go over well. “Soon,” she answered. But she needed to tell Kyle first, he deserved at least that. “I mean they’ll figure it out by themselves eventually.” She would start showing of course, and that wouldn’t be easy to hide for very long. “I just need to tell someone first.” She obviously meant Wick, and had a feeling Bellamy probably knew that too.

"And now I have to live with it." His response was more personal than she’d expected it to be. Raven wasn’t sure what she’d expected, maybe she’d get a rise out of him, or he’d leave, but not that. Maybe the whole thing had affected him more than he’d let on. She had to live with it too and she supposed since Bellamy had actively taken out the radio maybe it was worse for him. Good, she thought bitterly, not totally sure if she meant it or not. Raven was feeling the beginnings of sympathy for him, but quickly stuffed it down. She didn’t understand where his faith was coming from. The chancellor never forgave anyone. Hell, he even sent his son down here to die. Bellamy didn’t stand a chance. Perhaps it wasn’t faith, maybe it was desperation. Raven was familiar with that feeling.

“Tell me you wouldn't do anything to protect the one you love, even if it involves potentially taking a life." Her thoughts immediately went to Finn, and she looked down. He was her family, even after everything that had happened. She’d die for him, so it wasn’t too far-fetched a thought that she’d probably kill for him too. Raven may be stubborn but she knew he had a point. Sighing in defeat she took a step back, only just realising how close she’d gotten to him in her anger. She took a moment to calm herself down.

Bellamy’s sincerity caught her off guard and forced her to stop thinking of him as some selfish arrogant prick, as much as she wanted to. His fierce love for and protectiveness over his sister was something she couldn’t help but relate to. “None of us should have to make those kinds of decisions,” she said, finally showing a hint of sympathy rather than red hot rage. Sitting back down, she held a handful of bullets. “We shouldn’t have to be dealing with any of this.” They were kids pretending to be soldiers, preparing for war. Smacking her open fist with the bullets on the desk, Raven rubbed her eyes. She was so tired of all of this. “The ground actually kinda sucks.”

"No." It was apparent by his tone of voice that he did know about them. Raven wasn’t sure if that was a good thing yet. "Rayes, do you know how long they have not worked for?" He answered his own question before she could respond. But that’s why she was here; why she’d come straight to Kyle in the first place. He was the best engineer here, and the only one who could pull this off. Or rather help her pull this off. “Which is why we have to fix them.” This was about more than just the thrusters, this was about proving her worth not just to everyone else, but herself too.

Raven stood impatiently leaning against his bench with her arms crossed as he rambled on about how impossible fixing the thrusters was going to be. She didn’t need him telling her that too. She’d heard enough of that from the other mechanics who’d scoffed at the idea of anyone, let alone some rookie having a go at it. "Which is actually not a bad idea." That’s it. Just what she’d come here for. “There’s the Wick I know and…tolerate.” She said with a smirk. Raven followed Wick to his board, rubbing her hands together in excitement.

“Of course I looked at it,” Raven said approaching him. "Can you get them off?" Turning towards him, she scoffed. “Umm have you met me?” She asked rhetorically. “Consider it done.” Grabbing the marker out of his hand, Raven turned to the board. “Move over, Wick,” she said pushing him out of the way. “Let me show you how the pros do it.” Teasing apparent in her tone and on her face, as she glanced up at him. Raven then proceeded to start drawing the old plans for the old thrusters on the board so they had somewhere to start from. She’d basically memorised them after attempting to do this by herself so many times, before eventually accepting the need for help.

"It wasn't my idea," Raven listened to his explanation but she wasn’t having any of it. “Did what you had to do?” Raven stood and turned to him. “Like you did what you had to do when you took my radio.” She knew that was a low blow the moment she said it, but Raven stood her ground. She was in a bad mood and if that meant taking her anger out on Bellamy then she had no problems with that. He wasn’t exactly her favourite person in the world, and she was feeling especially bitter. Just because they were working together didn’t mean she had to be nice. Besides, he could take it. And if he couldn’t…well that was his problem.

"Jaha's life is still in danger. And that, is what we're gonna warn him about." That meant Bellamy had a chance of a getting a pardon. Raven wasn’t yet sure how she felt about that. “What a miraculous change of heart,” Raven stated disregarding his earlier statement of it not being his idea. She held no love for the man but she was at least sure she didn’t want to see him dead. That didn’t mean she didn’t want him to suffer at least. He was a constant reminder of her failure so maybe that was her job. Raven knew that was probably bullshit, and maybe she was being childish, but that didn’t matter right now. “Good luck with that Bellamy. The Chancellor is known to be forgiving of course,” she added with obvious sarcasm in her tone.

Make this an ideal world? She wanted that more than anything. But every other day something would try to kill them. It might have been quiet for a little while but who knew how long that would last. A war could start any minute, and she was pregnant. She was pregnant and afraid. But if Bellamy was telling the truth then at least she wasn’t alone. "Let's give this baby a mother, and a father." The sincerity in his voice gave her hope. But she tried not to get her hopes too high. “I want that too.” She didn’t know the first thing about having a baby or raising a child. Raven was a mechanic and it wasn’t exactly a baby friendly job, so she’d never really had to deal with them before. As Bellamy enforced his earlier statement by mimicking her words, she felt the weight on her chest that she hadn’t even noticed before, lighten slightly. Almost like she could breathe a little easier

Her defences were still up though and they were going to stay that way, for now at least. Bellamy sounded genuine in his words but who knew how long that would last. Sure he didn’t seem like the type to go back on his word and leave her, but they never do. "And I'm proud. To be a father to your child." Raven smiled for the first time since she began this conversation and unthinkingly took a step towards him. His words…they were personal and that he was proud to be the father of her child; that meant a lot to her. Taking a step back again, Raven quickly broke the silence in the tent and spoke. “Well, you’re not too bad yourself,” she said, playfully pushing his shoulder. “What a pair we’re going to make, huh,” Raven chuckled quietly with sarcasm in her tone. A makeshift king, though she’d never call him that to his face, and the youngest mechanic on the ark, a title that hardly mattered anymore.

"I can't think of anything Id rather do, then be apart of this." Those words, in that moment, meant everything to her. They finally allowed her to let go of some of the weight that she hadn't noticed was slowly piling on her shoulders since she became aware of her pregnancy. Sure she still had fears, she was freaking terrified. But she wasn't alone. Wick was choosing this, he was choosing her; them. A smile creeped its way onto her features. They were really going to do this. They were going to be parents. Raven couldn’t help but rub her abdomen again and think that she was actually really damn happy that the baby was Wick’s. There was no one else she’d rather do this with and hey, maybe she’d actually tell him that someday.

Maybe not all her defences were down.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but chuckle at his "joke." Classic Wick. She knew what he was doing; trying to lighten the mood and she appreciated it. But this was heavy stuff. "So we're doing this?" She asked rhetorically with disbelief in her voice. "Wick, we're having a baby." It was finally starting to hit her. Raven was dealing with the fear and finally letting the disbelief overwhelm her, with maybe a little joy. "We're. Having. A. Baby." She burst out laughing hard and loud, and she didn’t care who heard her because they were going to have a freaking baby.