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(Prompt: It's not what it looks like.)

"Abby!" Raven walked as fast as she could down the corridor. Her limp was still evident with the new brace, but she had much greater support. Abby had stormed off up ahead without even a glance over her shoulder. Raven kept walking and when she caught up to Abby she grabbed her by the elbow. Abby threw her arm back, turning to look at Raven, her jaw clenched.

Raven could see tears streaming down Abby's cheeks, her chin creased from trying to hold onto what little was left of her composure.

"Abby-" Raven whispered the name, the syllables sticking in the back of her throat as she reached her hand towards Abby's cheek. "It's not what it looked like."

"Don't you dare touch me." Abby spat the words, voice wavering, and brought a hand to her mouth as a new wave of tears overtook her.

Raven was taken aback. When Abby had walked into the workshop Raven had been seated on the bench top, arms wrapped around Wick's neck, his hands on her hips as he stood between her legs. What Abby couldn't possibly see from her place at the door was the new brace Wick had constructed for her. He had just finished adjusting it before Abby walked in, poised to lift Raven from the bench and lower her down so as not to place unnecessary pressure on her leg with the new brace now secured.

"Abby, listen to me." Raven pleaded, heart hammering in her chest. "Wick has been working on this for weeks, look." She gestured to her leg, forehead creased with concern.

Abby took a breath, looking down at the brace which fit lower on Raven's thigh and had greater support around the knee. A pained smile formed on Raven's face as she awaited Abby's response, the reaction altogether unlike anything she'd ever seen from Abby in the past. She wasn't the jealous type. Nobody had time for wasted worries or misinterpreted feelings at the camp.

"So, the brace is new." Abby folded her arms, shrugging her shoulders. She was unwilling to back down, but made no attempts to move.

"Is that all you have to say, Abby. What can I do to prove to you that there's nothing between me and Wick?" Raven felt tears stinging her own eyes. Abby looked at her with a type of anger she'd never witnessed in the woman before.

"Bellamy saw you two, Raven. He told me. You don't get to lie to my face about this." Several members of the guard turned to look at them from their post near the Council meeting room up ahead.

"Bellamy is an asshole, Abby." Raven stepped closer to her girlfriend, lowering her voice so as not to draw any more attention. "Did you know he and I fucked when I first got here? I would probably have never mentioned it because it was so insignificant in the scheme of everything else we have going on here, but you know what? He did this to Wick, too. Told him he'd seen me with Monroe. He's an asshole, Abby. He's trying to hurt me, but you know what hurts more? This." Raven gestured in the space between them.

"Screw it, Abby. I love you, but if you think I would do anything with Wick or anyone else, then you don't know me at all."

Raven turned back in the direction of the workshop, the new brace helping her to take bigger strides without feeling as though she might fall.

Raven worked for hours, ignoring Wick's suggestions to eat, ignoring Sinclair's carefully chosen words proposing she try to speak with Abby again. She couldn't see the point. Even if Abby decided she believed her, the fact that she'd doubted her at all left Raven completely devastated. Abby was stubborn as hell, something they both had in common, but she'd given her a chance to back down and Abby had chosen not to take it.

When Wick came in, trying to hide the fact that he was nursing a swollen hand, she heard he and Sinclair arguing about letting people fight their own battles. Head pounding, Raven left the workshop to find something to drink to take the edge off her sadness, and the rage she felt building inside her.

Taking a seat at the bar she asked for a drink and threw back its contents far too quickly. The liquid burned her throat on its way down adding new discomfort to the growing list of things fueling her misery. When Bellamy walked in, the left side of his face a perfect match for Wick's injured right fist, she stood from her spot at the bar not trusting herself to be in the same space as him.

Her lack of food combined with the Moonshine to make her grip the bar for balance before leading off with her good leg, taking purposeful steps towards the other exit.

"Raven, wait." Bellamy called out to her, and she could hear him rushing to catch up with her as she tried to quicken her steps. Gripping her elbow the same way she had gripped Abby's earlier in the day, he stopped her in her tracks. Raven flung her arm back, hitting him in the stomach with force and causing him to groan.

"Fuck off Bellamy. You've already worn someones fist today because you're a pathetic shit. Go and find another relationship to fuck up."

Raven made to walk off again but he caught her arm once more. Raven didn't have time to react as Abby appeared from behind Bellamy, pushing a hand against his chest and forcing him away from Raven.

"Get your hands off her. You've done enough." Abby's eyes were filled with resentment. "I don't know what you're playing at, but you clearly need help."

Bellamy stared at her, running a hand threw his hair before glancing between Abby and Raven. He opened his mouth to say something before thinking better of it, ducking his head as if it would reduce his height as he walked between them.

Abby's jaw was clenched and her brow furrowed as she stood staring at Raven. Without knowing what changed Abby's mind, or why it had taken her the best part of the day to come to the realization that Bellamy was wrong, Raven remained silent. When Abby didn't jump to fill the space with an apology or some kind of explanation, Raven stormed off out of the room. Heading towards the sleeping quarters which still housed some of her belongings, but which she hadn't slept in for months, Raven made it most of the way down the corridor before she heard Abby following behind her.

"Raven, we need to talk." Abby ran to catch up with her, coming to a stop a few feet ahead. "Please." Abby gestured with both hands before letting them hang limply at her sides.

"What is there to say, Abby?" Raven stood, hands on hips, wishing for the burn of another drink to distract her from the feeling that her heart was in her throat. She clenched her own jaw as she tried to stop herself from appearing emotional in front of Abby. Moving aside Raven tried to walk past her.

Abby stepped closer to her and brought up a hand to place on Raven's shoulder but stopped short, pushing her hands into the pockets of her jeans instead.

"I'm so sorry." She shook her head and bit down on her lower lip as her chin began to crease again. "I don't know why I let Bellamy get to me. When he said he'd seen the two of you together I laughed in his face, but then when I walked in and saw you with your arms around him, my mind when into overdrive. I'm sorry, Raven, I'm so sorry."

Tears filled Abby's eyes as she pleaded, silently, for Raven to say something in response. Running a hand over her hair she shrugged and the tears began to fall.

"I messed up, Raven, and now I don't know how to fix this."

Regardless of how hurt Raven had been about Abby's assumptions, it hurt just as much to see the woman she loved standing there in pain. Abby put her hands on her hips, trying steady her breaths.

"I love you, Abby. You're the only person I want to be with. You're the only person I've thought about since the first time we kissed. I care about Wick, he's a good friend-" she tapped her brace for emphasis, "-and we have a short history of being something more than that, but it was over between us long before I fell in love with you."

Abby nodded, wiping at the tears which were now streaming down her face.

"I know it seemed like I was doubting you, but I was really doubting me." Abby bit her lip and ran her hand over her hair again, taking a breath before continuing. "I worry sometimes that I'm not enough, that you deserve someone younger and less reserved, someone who isn't me. I love you, Raven, so much, and that scares the life out of me."

Abby covered her mouth to suppress a sob and Raven felt her heart breaking, the space between them far too great as Abby fell apart before her. Raven stepped forward and rested her arms around Abby's neck, kissing her forehead and then her cheeks as her tears continued to fall.

"I love you, Abby. If I knew how to say it differently so you'd hear me more clearly, I would. I love you and you're more than enough. You're too much sometimes-" she teased, resting her forehead against Abby's and bringing a hand to Abby's cheek to wipe away her tears, a small smile forming on her girlfriend's face "-you're everything."

Abby kissed Raven slowly, with no concern for the hoard of people who filled the corridor headed for the mess hall at the end of their shift. Abby whispered apologies and promises against Raven's lips in the dimly lit corridor, and Raven reached for Abby's hand, pressing it to her chest. She wanted Abby to remember this. Raven wanted Abby to feel the way love sounded inside her chest.