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She watched as he picked the lock, a sad smile gracing her features as she too rememebered who taught her to pick locks. A shaggy haired boy  sharing his slim rations while she all but starved under her mother’s care. If that’s what you could call it. The ark wasn’t the only fucked up thing in her childhood. “Agreed,” she replied quietly, trying to pry herself away from her thoughts. Before they got too dark and morbid that she wouldn’t be of any use to Jasper after all.

If anything it just proved that getting drunk was definitely a bad idea for both of them, but still she grabbed a bottle out of Jasper’s hand, enjoying the weight of it in her own before looking up at him. While she technically had a spot with a bed to sleep in, there was little else because she barely used it. Being on her own surrounded by nothing was a breeding ground for misery that she didn’t need. She usually just slept here, in the workshop, a fact she liked to keep to herself to avoid concern or worse yet…pity. So with a teasing smile on her face to match the teasing remark she avoided the potential embarrassment. “Yours,” she said, “But don’t start getting any ideas,” she added with a wink before turning, deciding to play along. Because pretending that the world hadn’t almost just ended because of all of their weakness and that they weren’t messed up because of this place, this place which was supposed to be their salvation…, sounded a hell of a lot more appealing than acknowledging all that. It was a shitty way of dealing, but Jasper knew Raven well enough to know that while she wanted to help him, she couldn’t be anyone else for him. God, she’d make a terrible therapist. Add that to the list.

Raven stayed silent on the short walk to Jasper’s, instead walking slowly from behind him to by his side and without a word, placing a hand into his empty one. Eyes forward. No acknowledgement. As you do.

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The excitement in Nina’s expression was palpable. Just what Raven wanted to hear. Perhaps she should be a little wary or even concerned that the girl was so eager to help with making bombs…if she didn’t also share in the excitement. Her movements were more confident now that she knew she had her full support. “Okay then Nina,” she said calmly, not revealing quite how pleased she was. “No take backs,” she added teasingly, before grabbing one of the bombs and setting the satchel down.

Slowly she made her way to the middle of the clearing, picking up odd bits of wood and shrapnel on her way. Setting down the bomb right in the middle, Raven activated it, a smirk on her lips. Here we go. Making her way back to Nina, she felt bold and fearless. Her favourite part of making bombs was that feeling. That with her small hands she could take down a whole goddamn army if she wanted to. And boy did she…”Step back,” she ordered, taking a few steps back herself. Raven didn’t need another person’s blood on her hands. “Ready…” Without waiting for a reply, Raven took the makeshift remote in her hand and pressed down on the button to finally blow up the bomb.

One…Two…after half a minute of silence still nothing was happening. No boom…not even a spark. “Goddamn it!” She yelled, letting the anger that had been building up since the explosion she failed to prevent, surface momentarily. Raven threw the remote to the ground, kicking a nearby rock with her bum leg as hard as she could, feeling the force rock up to her hip and through her body. Flaring up her chronic pain. “I can’t even do this,” she groaned in frustration, kneeling down, she picked up the now broken remote, as if it was some symbol of her weakness. Of what Raven knew deep down was true. She was just as broken too.

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The crack in his voice pained her heart. Japer had grown to be such an important part of her life and all she wanted to do was show that. She’d meant what she’d said. Jasper was her family now. It’s why she was fighting so hard to save him. With his blessing she gently…or as gently as she could, began removing the bullet from the wound with the forceps. Trying as hard as she could to steady her hand and get it out cleanly. Raven sure as hell didn’t want to cause any more damage. Jasper was lucky that it wasn’t serious. It could’ve been a lot worse. As soon as the bullet was finally out, she exhaled, letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. “There.” The hard part was over. Some blood dribbled out of the open wound but not enough to cause any real concern. All that was left now was to stitch it closed.

“I deserved that,” she said with a short chuckle at his teasing remark. She couldn’t blame him though, medicine had never even been a hobby of hers. “I’m just gonna stitch you up, then you’ll be as good as new,” a figure of speech of course. While she was, all be it badly, fixing the physical wound, it would be a long road ahead to recover from the emotional pain he was in. Even then it might not be a full recovery. Raven knew that better than most. But she was determined to be there every step of the way. Jasper would never have to feel alone again. And maybe selfishly...she wouldn't be either.

After wiping away the fresh blood, she took the needle and thread in one hand, the other hand on the wound. “I’m a pro and sewing clothes, how different can it be?” She asked rhetorically, a teasing tone in her voice in an attempt to lift the mood slightly before she began. Slowly but surely, she stitched the wound closed. It wasn’t the prettiest thing but she got the job done at least. “Done.” She announced as soon as it was shut. With a bit of cloth, she bandaged his thigh to cover the wound. No way was she letting it get infected after all the work she’d just put into it. Taking a swig of the alcohol, she let it burn down her throat as a satisfied grin graced her features. “Abigail Griffin eat your heart out.”

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Maybe it was too soon to get into the specifics of how Jasper was feeling. She didn’t want to scare him away. Raven was just glad she hadn’t pushed too hard. Afraid of risking him shutting her out. They had plenty of time to get there. Especially now with Raven’s very serious plan of staying with him. She hated causing him pain, knowing it’s what the City of Light had helped him avoid. But without pain life had no meaning. It’s what proved you were alive. Without pain, joy didn’t mean anything, not really. Her newfound appreciation for it nearly made her leg bearable. She’d almost missed it…almost.

His promise to keep what she’d said between them, put her at ease. There was no judgement in his words, no disappointment. Jasper understood what giving up felt like more than anyone, so Raven had nothing to fear from him. It took her a moment to realise it was relief she was feeling, at finally telling someone that. Like she could finally let go of some of the shame she’d carried around for submitting and putting everyone else in danger just because she couldn’t handle A.L.I.E. "I'm glad you're still here," her lips turned up into some semblance of smile. “Thanks to you,” she said laying a hand on his shoulder, genuine gratitude in her eyes. “We’ve all got each other now right?” she added with a squeeze before letting go. Repeating the words he’d once said to her almost a life time ago, but that she’d never forgotten. Words that were truer now than ever before. And words that she desperately wanted Jasper to believe.

“The bullet looks superficial which is…good,” obviously spewing bullshit, she was normally better at it than this. But here she was well and truly out of her depth. Laying a hand gently on his thigh just above the wound, she used her other to grab the forceps from the kit. She could see it at least, and it looked simple enough to remove. Here goes… “Are you…ready? I can count to 3 if you want?” She added, though more for herself than for Jasper really. Give her a car or a radio or a goddamn bomb to fix under pressure, and she’d be cool and collected, but a person…a person made her stomach do summersaults at the mere thought of trying to do this.

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Raven stood with her arms folded as she waited for Jasper to take off his pants, trying to steel her features as he spoke. She just wanted to be there for him. To help him. Even if selfishly she just didn’t want to lose anyone else she cared about. His comment about her taking his choice away entering her mind. “If I have to,” she answered honestly. If following him around, hell if tying him up was what it was going to take to save him then she’d gladly do it. “You’re still just what?” Perhaps making him address his reasons and his fears out loud would be helpful. For both of them.

Holding him up she watched him as he laid down in front of her. Allowing tears she’d been holding in to fall once his back was to her. She refused to be weak again in front of him. He didn’t need that from her now. He needed strength. And Raven needed to be that for him. Slowly Raven took out a bottle of pure alcohol from a makeshift bottle in the kit, must be some of that god awful drink Monty made, preparing to pour over the wound before he spoke. Forcing her to pause her movements. She stood in silence for a moment. “This is going to sting a little,” she finally said before pouring the contents over the wound to clean it. “Sorry,” she added before taking a cloth to clean away some of the dried blood so she could better see what she was doing.

After a long pause, Raven finally decided to speak. “I’ve lost a lot of people but after,” she stilled her hands for a moment before continuing. God, even after all this time it still hurt to say his name. “Finn,” she finally managed to say. “In that moment, I…didn’t want to…exist anymore.” It was difficult to admit. She’d never said it out loud before let alone told somebody else. Raven vaguely remembered collapsing into Bellamy’s arms but the memory of him, the moment his head slumped as the life literally left his body…now that…that was burned into her mind forever. Even A.L.I.E knew to use it to push her over the edge and force her to comply. The pain of it unbearable even now. “It’s how A.L.I.E turned me back into one of her little soldiers.” She added without really thinking. “I’ve never told anyone that before, any of it.” Her tone one of surprise at herself. This isn’t how she’d anticipated this night going. Jasper was the one that was supposed to bear his soul not her. What was she thinking telling him that?

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His response wasn’t surprising but that didn’t make it any less disappointing. Plan B it was. Though she never thought Plan A would work in the first place. This was the only sure fire way of getting this done. With Bellamy in the City of Light, everyone else would follow. This was one job she couldn’t afford to fail. He had to die. For his own good. Every word he said barely registered in her mind. Of course this was real. The key was only a facilitator, taking it didn’t make this any less genuine. A.L.I.E was just trying to help them. To save them.

“That you can't think of a time with him when you were happy?" Unlike the rest of his words, that made her stop. For just a fraction of a second, she paused and tried to think of him. Her eyebrows furrowing in visible confusion before she felt her own mind shift. Reminding her of her mission. The almost blank expression of bliss back on her face as quickly as it had been replaced. “I don’t need to think of him now. I don’t hurt anymore.” It was the only response her mind could make up. She knew what he was doing. He was trying to distract her. Well…it wouldn’t work. Raven instead focused on activating the radio signal in the grenade, but she couldn’t shake a feeling in the back of her mind. A feeling he’d put there with his words. An almost familiar feeling of…doubt? No. After everything she’d done, Raven couldn’t doubt A.L.I.E now. “Here,” she said offering the now live grenade back to Bellamy. “Place it over there in the middle of the clearing,” she said pointing in front of them. “Be careful though, we don’t want any accidents.” She added needlessly, almost sadistically. Though at this point she just wanted this over and done with. The remote firmly in her hands, she waited. Each second dragging on as the moment grew closer and closer. It was time to blow up Bellamy Blake.

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