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Chapter 4

Five seconds can last a long time.

There'd only been a few times in Raven's life that time seemed to slow down. When she found Finn cheating on her. When the doctor told her she would never walk quite right again, meaning she could never be the astronaut she had always dreamed of. When she finally realized how crazy the cult she joined was and she'd just wasted a year of her life for nothing. In those moments, time seemed to be a being with a mind of its own and she was its puppet, made to suffer through every moment with agonizing detail.

In all those moments, she didn't think life could get any worse…until it did. Through it all, she had her friends. Clarke, Bellamy, Octavia, Jasper, Monty, Harper, Miller, they were all there to support her, even when she made crazy choices like joining a cult to try healing her leg. They were the ones to prove to her how crazy it was and pull her out of it. Then, they stood by her as she started a crazy business with her savings. She would be forever grateful to them for doing that and turning her life around.

With their encouragement, Raven had become an engineer, working with her partner Wick in a new company. They hadn't made much money yet and were still figuring out what exactly their plan was, but it gave her life meaning. Not to mention Wick was one fine piece to look at…not that she would ever tell him that. They bickered every day and fought over every decision. But she went to work every day excited about what ideas would pop into her head and what progress she could make.

Raven was at work when the phone call came. She knew it was strange from the moment her phone rang and she saw Clarke's name on her screen. Clarke would know she was at work and wouldn't interrupt unless it was an emergency. Not to mention, she usually turned off her phone when she walked into their office space. It gave her the space she needed to think

Wick looked at her from his desk, as confused as she was. He knew that she usually turned off her phone, but for some reason, she had forgotten today.

"It's Clarke. It must be important," she responded to his look. He nodded, his eyebrows scrunched in concern. Wick would never admit it, but Raven knew that he cared about her. Every time she did something potentially dangerous, he turned into a mother hen.

Raven stood up and walked to the one window in their office. "Hello?" she questioned as she answered the phone.

"Raven, I…" Clarke started, but drifted off. Her voice was low and gruff, as if she had been screaming for hours and lost her voice. Warning bells went off in Raven's head. She knew Clarke well enough to know that Clarke didn't stress the little things, which meant whatever happened had to be big.

"What's wrong?" she asked immediately. Her mind went to a million different places, a million different reasons that Clarke could be calling, none of them good.

There was a moment of silence before Clarke answered. "Raven, something happened. There was a shooting at the bar," Clarke explained slowly, seemingly forcing words out. She seemed out of breath, as if she had just been running.

Raven almost dropped the phone. "What? What happened? Is everyone ok?" she asked rapidly. Her mind ran through all the possibilities of what could have happened to make Clarke so upset.

Another moment of silence went by before Clarke responded to her. "There was a shooter who came into the bar earlier. I was there…meeting Bellamy. He…he was shot. I'm at the hospital right now…I don't know if he's going to make it," she told her, her voice breaking.

Raven didn't know how to respond. Bellamy, strong, hard-headed independent. Shot. It wasn't right. She hadn't heard her right. Bellamy was the one who she went to when she needed someone to tell her what to do. He had been in her life so long, she almost couldn't imagine her life before him. It couldn't be true.

But it was.

"What can I do?" Raven finally answered. She had already started packing up her things, calculating how long it would take her to get to the hospital. She would do whatever it took to help him whether it was donating blood, plasma, her kidney, she didn't care.

"I need you to call Finn," Clarke asked, her words blurring together. Finn. The boy who had broken her heart into a million pieces, stomped on them, then lit them on fire for good measure.

In five seconds, Clarke had just said the one thing that made Raven's heart stop even more than it already had.

"What?" she asked, hoping she had heard her wrong.

"Finn. He's the only one skilled enough to save Bellamy's life," Clarke added. She could almost see Clarke's cringe through the phone. To ask her to do this…Raven knew it was serious. Bellamy could die. Five years ago, Raven had sworn she would never speak to Finn again. Never think about him or wonder what might have been with him.

Yet, as all these thoughts went through her head, five seconds went by and she had a flashing thought with each second.

One. This was going to be the hardest phone call she had ever made.

Two. Finn was going to love that she needed him and she might kill him before he could even step foot in the hospital.

Three. Dear God, she needed a drink.

Four. She was going to kill Clarke for forcing her to do this.

Five. If Bellamy still didn't survive, she was going to bring him back just to kill him again.