Hello all! I realize that right now is quite the sensitive time for the 100 fandom(mainly the Bellarke part of it... *sigh*) But I am determined to fight the hiatus by publishing my first fanfic in years! Yah! Enjoy my angst and emotional problems! Whoo!

It had been 93 days. 93 days since Bellamy watched the planet he was once estranged from, then stranded on, then slowly began to call home go up in flames once again. Since Bellamy first felt the bitter, aching tear form in his heart at leaving his best friend behind to die. Bellamy considered this to be his 93rd day alone in space.

"Still defacing government property, I see." Raven's voice intruded Bellamy's thoughts as he scratched a tic mark on his wall- the 93rd one, to be exact.

"It doesn't count as government property when there's no government to own it." Bellamy smirked at his friend, sideways, dropping the stone shard he'd been using as chalk.

"Hey, hey, hey buddy," Raven warned. "Watch it. As of three months ago, I'm the government in this place." Her light expression made Bellamy want to chuckle, but he just smiled mercifully. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed.

Raven fidgeted. The toe of her boot ground into the dusty floor of Bellamy's bedroom, causing him to sit up straighter on his bed. He leaned forward, his brows furrowed together. He'd known Raven for as long as anyone else here, and he could tell there was something she wasn't saying.

"What is it?" He was concise and to the point. Maybe he wasn't always like that, he couldn't remember. He just knew he'd been like that since Clarke.

"I-" Raven cut herself off, leaning against the doorframe. She absently knocked on the thick metal beam and sucked her teeth. "Come with me, Blake."

The bed creaked loudly as Bellamy stood to follow the surprisingly fast girl down the hallway. He felt a small hint of pride at his friend. Very few people were better in space, but Raven Reyes was one of them. While Echo and Emori seemed to always be having melt downs, and Monty and Murphy were always there to pick up the pieces, Raven was thriving. She regularly made rounds through the Ring, went on frequent spacewalks(for work sometimes, but mainly just for enjoyment), and even in the simulated gravity, she seemed to have forgotten about her limp.

Then there was Bellamy. He drank, played cards, helped with the heavy lifting, and, on the off day, threw around with Murphy or Echo- the only two people on the station who could even stand a chance against him. He exhausted himself through vigorous exercises, sometimes to the point of passing out. But he saw through it, and so did everyone else.

Bellamy- the adult, the savior, the leader, the one born in space, was being broken by space. At least that's what he liked to think. He liked to think he was just so used to the ground and the real air and the trees and the dirt and the radiation and enemies, that the dark emptiness of the space station was just too much. He liked to think he missed earth, his home.

But, deep down, he knew he didn't miss earth. He just missed his home.

"Voila," Raven's voice was happy and anxious all at once as she swept her arms to reveal... something.

Bellamy crossed his arms, taking in the small contraption. It sat on the table in the middle of Raven's overly-huge lab, surrounded by tools, some gloves, a mask, and a half-eaten ration. That caught his eye, but he decided he could scold Raven about leaving food uneaten later. He focused his attention on figuring out what exactly her surprise was.

"Oh, come on. Really, Bellamy? I just- ugh, fine. I'll show you." Raven huffed, and quickly marched towards the table to fiddle with the device.

Bellamy considered telling her to just let him figure it out, but she was already powering the thing up.

"Speak," her voice turned soft and gentle as she held up part of the device to his face.

It clicked.

He could finally see the dials and the switches connected to a speaker, and a wire leading to the microphone in Raven's hand. He could even see the small satellite rigged to the back of it. She had done it. She had made a radio.

"Raven..." His voice cracked as he held onto the gift like a lifesaver. Raven had promised she would set out to getting a working long distance radio at some point, but with all the other projects she had on her hands, Bellamy doubted it would ever be finished. And here it was. If anyone was still alive on earth, he would be able to find out.

"Now, I don't know if the signal would be strong enough to break through a radiation and electrical-impulse blocking bunker wall, but it should be able to reach anyone on earth. That is if the alkaline battery is enough to sustain a 500 mile plus distance... Maybe I should've gone for a different dry cell-" As Raven began to drift off into her own little world of self-critique and science rhetoric, Bellamy stopped her.

His large arms wrapped around her shoulders and she gasped, rocking backwards on her heels. The last time Bellamy had shown anyone affection was three months ago, and it was only ever to Clarke or Octavia. Raven considered herself and Bellamy to be friends, but more like the type that gave each other curt nods and lead the citizens of Space Station Reyes together. She realized long ago that her and Bellamy's relationship would never be the type that he and Clarke had. And she was completely okay with that.

But here he was- hugging her. And she hugged him back. She squeezed her arms around his large waist and just thanked whatever entity was watching over him that, maybe, now he would start to get better. Maybe he just needed a little hope.

"Now, I can't promise you it will work," Raven began, hesitantly, as she wiggled her way out of his grasp, at last.

"I don't care," Bellamy smiled at the radio as if it was the most precious gift anyone could ever receive. And, maybe, to him, it was. "It's a chance."