As I was packing my bag Sinclair came into the shop. Luckily Wick was completely dressed but this point; I don't think I could handle my boss lecturing me about sex in the work place. I'm already embarrassed and that embarrassment would only grow if my boss caught us.

"Wick, Reyes, come over here. I need to go over the strike plan with you." Sinclair called us over to his desk. He had been sitting in on all the strategy meetings to see if we need any last-minute bombs. We did. "There will be 4 strike teams," Sinclair began as he unrolled a map of Mount Weather, "you two will be in the team at the dam. We need to blow their power in order-"

"Won't blowing the dam's power kill all the people in there?" Wick asked. While trying to crack the acid fog I told him about the dam. He agreed that blowing the dam wasn't worth it if it kills everyone in Mount Weather.

"No, backup generator will prevent that from happening." Sinclair explained.

"If there's a backup generator then why bother blowing the power at all?" I asked.

"There's a lag. It takes about a minute to kick on. Which will give Clarke's team enough time to blow this." Sinclair pointed at the big metal door that was the only visible entrance/exit to the mountain. "Reyes, get started on a bomb that can blow this thing open. Wick, you can I will start planning how you two will blow the dam." And like that I was dismissed and quickly got the work.

If they only had a minute to blow the door, then a remote detonation bomb wouldn't work so I decided to make one they could shoot at from a distance; like how Jasper and I took out the bridge. I quickly gathered my materials and got to work. I was almost finished with the door bomb when Wick came over to where I was working.

"We need five more of those for the dam." He said coldly. "You make the bombs and I'll start on the detonator." I was about to say something snarky about him giving me orders but decided against it. He was clearly upset about how I acted right after sex. But like I told him, we have a war to win. I finished the bomb for Clarke and gave it to Sinclair with brief instructions to give to Clarke and he took off. Then it was just me and Wick.

Working along side him wasn't the same. Instead of feeling lighter I felt like there was a weight on my chest and incredibly guilty. I was guilty for momentarily forgetting about my friends in order to feel good but I was also guilty for how I treated Wick after. He deserved better. And I'm not in a place to do better so it's time to cut my losses. I just hope we can get our old banter back. It made work so much better if he was able to tell his dumb jokes and I was able to sarcastically respond. I hated this awkwardness between us but I brought it on myself.

With the bombs made and Wick's detonator finished, we made our way to the dam. We had a few Grounders with us so that they could be our cover while we set up the bombs. As we made our way to the mountain, Wick explained the plan to all of us. Once the Grounders made sure the dam was clear, Wick and I would go do the rest while they covered us. I was to attach a bomb to each turbine while Wick set up the detonators; then we would all hall ass out of there and get to a rendezvous point. The other three teams would rescue our people and we could finally go home.

We got to the dam and the Grounders were able to take out the guards extremely quickly. While my mind was a million other places it was hard not to feel grateful that there was some peace between the Grounders and us now. Finn would be happy about us working together towards the common good. Once we got the all clear Wick and I went to work. There were five turbines, five bombs, should be easy enough.

As we worked I tried to get some of our old banter going but so far it wasn't going anywhere.

"Three down, two to go." I said excitedly as we made our way to the next turbine. We were going to pull this off. "As soon as I'm done, you set the detonator." I told him as I worked my way under the turbine.

"I know the plan Raven. It's my plan." He was being short with me. But it was more than that. There was pain in his voice when he spoke to me. I didn't think he was that invested…

"Fine. Jeez, you can tell me a dam joke already." I said as I worked, not being able to take this weirdness between us anymore. "Get it? 'Dam' joke?"

"I got it." He said flatly behind me. "Your jokes are terrible." An insult. At least that's something!

"They are not." I said, hoping to bait him into our usual banter.

"They are." He wasn't going for it. "Now, concentrate. We don't have all day." Clearly Wick wanted to be done talking to me.

"I think I liked you better before we had sex." I tried teasing him.

"Right back at you." I heard the pain in his voice super clearly that time. "They can't leave if you push them away first, right? How's that working out for you so far?" I really fucked this up. As I kept working Wick went over to the next turbine to start our last bomb. Then we heard a woman's voice come through on a walkie. I finished attaching the fourth bomb as quickly as I could and got out from under the turbine just in time to see a Mount Weather guard lunge for Wick.

"Wick what out!" the guard tackled him but Wick was back on his feet in no time. The guard scrambled to get to his walkie while Wick grabbed a wrench of the wall as a way to defend himself. The guard reached his walkie and was able to announce that 'intruders were in the dam.' Wick then swung his wrench and bashed the guard's skull, blood coating the inside of his haz-mat suit.

Wick must've acted without thinking because he kept looking at the guard hoping that he would get up, that he was knocked out and not dead.

"Wick, they know we're here." I couldn't have him retreat into his own head, not now. "They are sending back up. We have to do this fast." He still wasn't responding; his breathing was becoming uneven. I took the wrench from him, "Welcome to the ground." It was kill or be killed down here and if we didn't move our asses, we would be next. Wick clearly needed a minute but we had to do this, "Give me that last bomb." That snapped him out of whatever dark train of thought he was one. We both looked around and noticed the last bomb, smashed on the floor.

"What happens if we only blow four of the five?" Wick asked, but I'm sure he already knew the answer.

"Power stays on, door stays locked. Everyone we care about dies." God damn it. We were so close! No, don't break down Reyes. Think. There has to be another way to blow the last turbine. I ran over to the last turbine and opened up the control panel. There has to be something. I could feel Wick pacing behind me. I just hoped we could come up with something before the guards get here. But my mind was drawing a blank. It was completely fried.

"Wick, stop!" he pacing was starting to become distracting.

"I'm not doing anything." He whined.

"Exactly." I barked. We were so close to getting our friends back and he was just pacing behind me was becoming distracting as well as annoying.

"Hey, I'm not the one that didn't make enough bombs." He shot back.

"Five turbine, five bombs! Maybe if you didn't drop the last one-"

"Any engineer worth his salt knows to plan for failure. Two is one, one is none. It's called-"

"Redundancy." I didn't need him to explain to me what it was it… "that's it. Redundancy, that's it!" Excited, I started yanking the surge protectors off of the turbine.

"What is? What are you doing?" Wick leaned in to watch what I was pulling.

"They built more turbines than they needed. We blow the other four, this one will take the load. Surge protectors will ramp it down to-"

"To keep it from blowing up." Wick said as he tried to stop me from pulling that last few surge protectors off.

"Yeah, we need to shut down this turbine, Wick." I shook him off and kept working, grinning to myself.

"Catastrophic failure? That's your plan?!"

"Okay, when you say it like that, it doesn't sound like a good idea." We both paused for a moment.

"I'll set the detonators." Wick said, jumping into action and I finished working on the last turbine. We are going to have to hall ass out of here both to avoid the guards and the explosion.

"Today Wick!" I called out from where we thought it would be a good place to go for cover once I was finished. I wasn't going to leave him but he needed to pick up the pace.

"I'm moving as fast as I-" there was pounding on the doors of the turbine room; the guards were here. "Actually, I can go faster." Then Wick came running towards me.

"You get it done?" I called out.

"Just push the damn button Raven." I did, there were four distinct booms. "It's working." As I watched the bombs go off I realized how fucked we were.

"We're too close, Wick." I pulled him to his feet. We had to put as much distance between is and that last turbine as possible.

"Freeze! Put your hands in the air." The guards were here, guns drawn. We both put out hands up and turned to face them but we didn't stop moving.

"Just keep backing up." Wick whispered.

"We're still too close." I whispered back.

"Not as close as they are." Then I heard the last turbine start to whirl faster and faster. I took off, Wick closely behind me. I heard the explosion and felt Wick's body cover mine as we fell to the floor then everything went black.

I don't know how long I was out but when I came to I saw Wick who was in rough shape. I can only assume I looked the same. There was rubble all around us.

"Raven?" Wick had crawled over to me. I tried to move but there was a shooting pain up my left leg. My brace was blown to bits and my hip felt like it was on fire. That coupled with my general achiness forced me to lay back down. "I'm just saying," Wick labored, "my brace would've held." That was the Wick I wanted to work with, to be with. I know I hurt him earlier but if he's able to joke about my brace still, maybe we have a shot.

"Come on. Let's get out of here." Wick made his way to pick me up but we both groaned as he tried to left me. He was injured too, his arm. He could still walk out of here, but I couldn't.

"Kyle-"

"No, no way. Don't even say it. I'm not going anywhere without you."

"What I was going to say is please don't leave me." I meant both here and now but also with us. I know I have some shit I need to work on and that he doesn't want to play games. But if he could just wait for me for a little bit, we could have a real shot at this.

"Not a chance." Wick said as he took me into his arms the best he could. We sat there, clinging to each other in the rubble until more guards showed up.

After seeing the damaged we caused to the dam, I half expected the guards to shoot Wick and I in the head. But they didn't. Instead they pulled Wick and I apart and took us into the mountain.

As they pulled me away from Wick, he lashed out and swung at the guards, trying to get back to me. I struggled against the guard that was now carrying me but once I saw Wick get butt in the head with the back of a gun, I stopped struggling. Wick was now unconscious but if I could keep my eyes open then maybe when he comes to we will be able to make out way back to the dam and find a way to get out from there. But the guards were one stop ahead of us; they placed a black bag over Wick's head and then mine. I had no idea where we were going or how to get out of there but I had to come up with a plan. Trying to come up with an escape plan is difficult, though, when I have this shooting pain in my hip and down my leg. If they were going to kill us, I hope they just do it quickly. I don't think I could take any more pain than what I am experiencing now.

Then I heard the drill and a heart wrenching scream. Of course they weren't going to kill us quickly. They were going to drill into us one by one until we died for our bone marrow. As the drilling and cries of pain grew louder I also heard a few people sobbing, others trying to talk in order to save whoever was currenly being drilled into. I then felt my feet touch the ground and the guard roughly pushing my back against a wall and yanking my arms above my head. I then felt the cool, hard metal of handcuffs encircle one of my wrists. Then the other one. Then the bag came off and I saw the true horror of Mount Weather.

Chained to the wall just like me were the friends I had spent weeks trying to get back, trying to save. We were lining the walls, forced to look at the operating tables in the middle of the room where person after person was being strapped down and drill into until they were dead. I did a quick scan and saw the both Monty and Jasper were missing and I could feel myself being to hyperventilate. What if they're already dead? No, they can't be. Focus Reyes, how can you get out of here.

Next to me Wick finally came too. He took in the gruesome scene then looked to me to see if I was alright considering the situation. Either of us felt like it was a good idea to talk. There were guards and med techs all over. But we were both trying to think of some way out of here. But it was impossible to think as I watched my friends get strapped into the table, hear them scream and cry and beg for their life, until finally they couldn't anymore. Then their body was taken off and a different terrified friend would be unchained and put on the table for the cycle to repeat. It was enough to make you want to break. I looked around, trying to find a way to get out of these cuffs when across the room I had eye contact with Harper. Her face was soaked with tears; she must've seen each person who's been strapped to that table die before her eyes. She was incredibly strong but watching that, your friends die one by one, that is a kind of torture that I know I couldn't endure. I felt my jaw set. We'll figure this out. We are going to make it out of here. I saw a similar determination set in on Harper as she nodded. Alright Reyes, think!

Then Emerson and the President came in with prisoner, all wearing bags over their heads. One by one they took off the bag; Monroe, Sergeant Miller, Kane, and Abby. Seeing both Kane and Abby on their knees with arms cuffed behind them halted whatever plan was forming in my brain. If they were in here that means out best hope of getting out is with Clarke. Whoever they had on the table had stopped screaming, had passed out from the pain. It wouldn't be long until he was gone and they put another one of us on the table. I gotta find I way out of here. If only-

"Her." A Guard stopped in front of me. "She's next." Find a way out. Think. You can go this.

"No, no. Take me." Wick was yelling out beside me. "Don't touch her!" Wick started kicking at the guards as I was being uncuffed. Once one of my hands was free a struggled against the guards. If I could just make a run for it and find Clarke, help her get everyone out of here. I was almost free when I felt the shock baton zap my side. I lost my balance. Another shock and I was being led over to the table. I could still hear Wick struggling to get to me, to save me.

As they strapped me in just laid there, trying to think of a way out. My legs were secure and as one guard started on my arms, the other went to adjust the head strap. I still had one hand free. I waited until he was close then I attacked; I bit into his face as hard as I could and pushed him off of me. I then tried to get my other arm free but another shock baton to the stomach, right over where Indra cut me, stopped whatever progress I had made on getting free. Soon there were guards and doctors holding me down, still shocking me to make sure I didn't try anything else. As they tighten the last strap I knew I was done. My plan had been to get free and I missed my only opportunity to do so. I just had to endure long enough for Clarke and Bellamy to come through. They had too.

I felt a doctor rip open the fabric of one of my pant legs open and the drill start. I tried to brace myself. I wasn't going to give this sadistic pricks the satisfaction of me screaming. I wasn't going to subject everyone I care about to hear me be tortured. I had to endure. I felt the bit break my skin, tears well up in my eyes, warm blood start to trickle down my leg then the drill hit bone. I saw starts is hurt so back. I felt my entire body rattle as the drill kept going. All my nerves were oversensitive and felt every little twist and prod of the doctor's drill. It was agony and I was able to ensure; I screamed. I screamed so loud my throat began to hurt but it was the only thing that offered any sense of relief. There was no time; the only thing I was aware of now was pain. Eventually I stopped screaming not because I'd grown used to it, but I voice wouldn't allow it anymore. So, I lay there, crying, hoping that this will end some way or other. I feel myself getting close to passing out when I hear someone order to take me off the table and put someone else on. Then I feel my restrains loosen and then I am handcuffed against the wall again.

Without the drill and the persistent pain it creates I could feel my mind start to clear and I came to. When I was finally able to left my head up I saw who replaced me on the table; Abby. Without Abby, our people would be lost. Kane was trying to negotiate with their President but it seemed to be going nowhere.

Then one of the doors opened and a guard brought in another one of us. Jasper. He was alive and looked unharmed and I couldn't help be feel relieved. Despite being caught he seemed calm. My eyes followed him as the guard led him over to the wall and cuffed him. His back was to me so I was able to see his shoulders were set; he had a plan. He was going to get us out of here. The guard walked away and Jasper glanced around him, stepping away from the wall. He had a knife and set his sights on the President. He was walking close.

Then an alarm went off, all the guards began coughing and dropped to their knees as sores began to form on their bodies. Radiation. Jasper dropped his knife and ran out of the room. A bunch of people called out to him to get us out but he was gone. After a few awkward moments Octavia burst into the room, got the keys from the dying guards, and began unlocking us all. Once Wick was freed he rushed to my side and unlocked me. Weak from both the explosion and the bone marrow extraction, I fell into his arms. He held me tightly, kissing my forehead.

"I thought I lost you." He said softly as he stroked my hair. After he held me for a few more minutes he sat me gently on the ground and went to go track down our packs and a blanket for me.

I sat with my back against the wall and took it all in. I couldn't believe I was alive. I did it, I'll make it out of this place alive. Smiling I looked around and noticed the door leading out of this room was open. I leaned over to peek in and saw an eloquent dining room; there were bodies of the people who lived in Mount Weather scattered all around the room but the one form I immediately noticed was Jasper's. He was kneeling on the floor, a body in his lap (Maya's I assume). He was sobbing. I could see his heart break from here. He looked exactly like I felt after Finn…

I felt my throat swell up. I had to get to him. To hold him while he broke down as Bellamy had for me. I tried to stand by my body wouldn't let me. Between my broken brace, my screaming hip, and my drilling into thigh, there was no way I was going to make it to Jasper.

"Here you are Reyes." Wick said lightly as he draped a blanket around my shoulders.

"Thanks." I wrapped it tighter around me and watch Wick sink down next to me. "You okay?"

"Me? I'm great." He lightly kissed me on the cheek and put his arm around me, pull me closer to him. I looked back into the dining room and saw Jasper was no longer there. "You ready to go home?" He asked as he got to his feet. I nodded. He handed me my bag and I remembered. I dug into it, panicked that they had been lost on the hike up here or during the explosion at the dam but then my fingers once again hit smooth plastic and I pulled them out: Jasper's goggles. I put them around my arm, adjusted my blanket and got to my feet with Wick's help. Once everyone had their things we made our way home.

It was a long walk and Wick had to carry me for most of it but he didn't seem to mind. I kept looking for Jasper in the sea of people so I could comfort him but it wasn't until get out to the gate that I finally saw him.

"Wait," I tell Wick was still carrying me. He stops next to Jasper. "Jasper, I almost forgot." I unhook his goggles from my arm and hold them out to him.

"My goggles." His voice is thick with grief. He looks at the goggles for a while then looks up at me, but doesn't make eye contact. "Thank you." He chokes out. I nod, wanting to give him something more but he rushes off before I am able to. Wick and I watch him go.

"You okay?" Wick asks me softly.

"I will be. We all will be, I think." I look up and Wick and smile sadly; there is no way we went through all of that not to come out the other side better. Right?