Author Notes: These are one-shots but they will also link together to form my headcanon of life in the Ark, so I think you'll get more out of them if you read them in order. Each 'episode' will explore the relationship between two or more characters.

Murphy/Emori/Raven

Emori had the wide eyes of a rat trapped on a sinking ship, and it wasn't far from the truth, reflected Murphy.

She was sitting on the edge of their mattress, her arms around her knees. Even sitting she couldn't be still, and she tapped her feet sharply.

"Emori," he said softly.

She looked up at him, her eyes wild. "John. I don't know what to do."

He thought about sitting next to her, but realised that's not she needs. Instead, he leant down and grabbed her hand. He pulled until she rose. He pulled her roughly into a hug, then let go. The last thing he wanted was to add to her claustrophobia.

"We're going to see Raven," he said smiling. Emori looked understandably confused. "You'll see," he smirked, "I'm not ruining the surprise. Besides, she might say no." He was confident she wouldn't say no. She'd understand better than anyone what Emori needs.

They made it to the Raven's nest in no time. It was where she'd set up her equipment, and it was as untidy as anything Murphy had ever seen, hence the name.

"Hey, Spacewalker," he said. She glared at him for the nickname, but looked up anyway. She seemed to have a soft spot for Emori that had taken them both by surprise.

"Emori, are you ok?" Emori nodded energetically, but the wild look had not left her eyes. In here, surrounded by metal walls, she looked seconds from bolting.

"I need a favour, oh mighty leader," said Murphy, infusing the label with maximum sarcasm. Both women were staring at him by now.

"You know the spacesuits."

"That I topped up the oxygen for emergencies?" Asked Raven, raising her eyebrows.

"Of course," he said innocently, "well, I have an emergency."

Raven gave him a withering look, but with a look at Emori, it softened considerably.

"Murphy, you are the most…"

"I know, Reyes, the most charming man you've ever met."

Raven stood up abruptly. The spacesuits were lined up at the back of her nest. She pulled one down, clearly a specific one.

"Well, Emori, wanna go on a proper spacewalk?" She asked.

"What does that…?"

"When Raven went from the rocket to the Ark?"

"I can do that?" She looked like a child; her eyes were gleaming with delight. John swore to himself right then that he would do whatever he could to make sure that look is on her face as often as possible.

When he looked back at Raven she was looking at him completely seriously. When he caught her staring she smiled; an authentic smile. The only other time she'd looked at him like that was when she was talking about floating herself.

While Emori shrugged herself into the spacesuit, Raven put her hand on Murphy's arm. "You were right to ask this."

"Thank you, Raven. I had to do something. I don't know how she'll manage five years."

"Like we all did growing up. Like we all will. With patience. We'll all help her, Murphy."

"Thank you, Raven. I owe you."

"No. I owed her this," she said, her face and tone dropping dramatically. Murphy pulled his head back, stunned. Was she talking about Becca's lab?

"That wasn't your fault, Raven," said Murphy sincerely, frowning.

"I didn't stop it," she murmured. At that moment Emori turned, her spacesuit on, her face split by a huge grin.

"Raven?" She asked.

Murphy watched the women run through the final checks, and he smiled quietly.