"Where are we going?" Raven asked "and will you slow down, some of us have shorter legs than others." Roan chuckled, but he did slow down. Raven walked along as well as her bad leg would allow. "There's a reason my room is close to the com-room" she grumbled aloud. Roan stopped a few paces ahead and waited for Raven. When she was beside him he picked her up in his arms, placing her on his back "you are such a whiner" he snickered. Raven shrieked, then wrapped her good leg around his waist, her hands on his shoulders "you have got to stop doing that" she declared. Roan merely chuckled and continued walking. "Seriously, where are we going?" she asked him. "You'll see" was his only reply. Rounding the corner, he slowed to a stop, where a bunch of the ark's occupants were gathered in a large room with sticks and some kind of round objects. Raven looked at him questioningly. Taking his offered hand, Raven slid down his back.

"What are they doing? "She asked. "Ok" he snorted "I know you grew up in space and with very little" he said "but you don't know what stickball is?" he asked. "There was very little time for fun on the ark" she answered. Shaking his head, he led her into the room. Raven wrinkled her nose, the room smelled like a horrible mix of rotten apples and sweat. Roan laughed her reaction "how do you stand it?" she asked holding her nose. "Soon you'll not even smell it" he assured her. Raven shuddered, she hoped that was true! The earthborn, who had the forest as their playground, were teaching the Arkadians how to play. Everybody seemed to be having fun. A loud crack split the air making Raven jump. Roan placed a hand on her arm to steady her "it was just a stick breaking" Roan pointed to a broken limb on the ground. Someday, he'd have to ask her about her reaction to the noise, but he feared he would have to dip into his chocolate pudding reservoirs for that conversation to happen.

"Come on" he urged "it's also a great way to relieve stress too." Raven eyed him, unconvinced, but as he and Bellamy pointed out, boredom was quickly settling in. She sat back and watched for a little bit. Roan swore he could hear the wheels in her head turning. "You're supposed to be having fun" he said "I'm trying to figure this game out before…"

She was cutoff when he hauled her up to the mat someone had placed on the ground. He held up a stick. Glowering at him, she took it in her hands, she could think of thing or two to do with this stick. He motioned for her to stand at the plate like she'd seen the others do. The pitcher, an earthborn Raven didn't recognize tossed the ball in her direction. Raven knew she was supposed to swing, but her gut reaction was to step away from the plate. Roan scowled at her "Really" he asked. "What it looked like it was going to hit me" she defended. Shaking his head, he motioned for the pitcher to wait a minute. The pitcher grinned, but stood patiently on the dirt mound in the middle of the field. Roan stepped up behind her, placing a hand on each hip, then turned her so that she faced the plate. Then he adjusted her hands on the stick, "watch the ball" he instructed "when it gets within a few inches of the plate swing." Nodding to the pitcher he stepped back. The ball game flying out of his hand, Raven swung, but missed. It took a few pitches, but she eventually hit the ball "I did it" she exclaimed. "Go" Roan chuckled pointing toward another mat a few feet away. By the time she got there the first baseman had the ball and proclaimed her out. She shrugged and came to stand beside Roan "that was fun" she said "thanks." He grinned "I think you are going to need a lot of practice" he chortled. "Okay, big shot" she challenged "show me how it's done." Roan gazed steadily at her, his eyes glittering. Then he stepped up to the plate and called for a pitch. Raven heard a crack. The stick broke, but the apple flew up and out landing far away in a pile of pieces. Everyone groaned, but no one ran for the ball. Raven was confused.

"Home run" Roan said walking past her. He stepped on every mat on the diamond, ending back on the plate he started out on. "You were saying" he asked coming back over to her side. She ignored him. They stayed there for a while; Raven managed to hit a few balls, but never got past first base. Roan hit a home run every time, despite the best efforts of the others trying to stop him. Finally, her leg throbbing, Raven leaned against the wall and slid down. "Are you okay?" Roan came over to check on her. "Yeah" she answered "I just need to sit." Though she denied being in pain, Roan saw her wince. "Come on" he said helping her up "you've had enough for one day. "I'm fine, I just need to rest" she protested, but at that moment her leg cramped and buckled under her weight. "Uh-huh" he snorted catching her picking her up into his arms. Carrying her back to her room, Roan set her down on her bed. Raven groaned, clutching her leg. "Thanks that was fun" she said, pain still evident on her face. "You should have said something earlier" he chided "we could have left a long time ago." Raven grimaced as another wave of pain hit, maybe she should have. Sitting down on the opposite end of her bed, Roan took her foot into his hands. Using as gentle a touch as possible, he rolled up the hem of her pants to her knee, and then began kneading her leg.

Raven leaned against the wall, whatever he was doing he could do that all day, with each touch her leg began to feel better. "What happened to your leg" he asked. Raven sighed "John Murphy" she answered. Roan wrinkled his brow "John Murphy who is always bringing you snacks and food?" he asked surprise. Raven nodded "Murphy was one of the original 100 that came down. He was in lock-up because his father was floated for stealing medicine to keep him from dying." Raven told him. "He had a chip on his shoulder and told anyone who would listen he wanted to kill Jaha, but since Jaha wasn't on the ground, he took his frustrations out on Well's, Jaha' son."

Roan was confused "how does the chancellors son end up in a drop ship with 99 other delinquents?" he asked. "By becoming one" Raven answered. "Wells knew Clarke was being sent to earth, so he got himself in trouble to help protect her on earth." Roan now knew why Clarke inspired so much loyalty in people, but if he'd have heard that a few months ago, he'd have been surprised. "Wells didn't make it?" Roan asked. "He was murdered, stabbed in the neck with Murphy's knife. Between the threats and the knife being his…" Raven trailed off. Roan got the gist "but it wasn't him?" he asked. "Nope" Raven's voice got sad "It was Charlotte." Roan had never heard this name, "who's Charlotte?" he asked, continuing to knead her leg. "Charlotte was a twelve-yea-old girl whose parents had been floated, leaving her an orphan. Bellamy found her one night when she woke up screaming. He took her under his wing, told her a story he used to tell Octavia about slaying her demons. He never figured she would actually do it." She looked up "Of all the things Bellamy has had to do to survive, all the people he's had to kill. Charlotte is the one he most blames himself for" Raven sighed. "Did he kill her?" Roan asked. Raven shook her head; Murphy got punished and nearly hung before Charlotte confessed. Bellamy, Finn and Clarke tried to protect her, but in the end she couldn't face her crime. She jumped off a cliff to her death.

"Murphy was banished from camp, then he was kidnapped, tortured and released back to the 100, but he came back with an even bigger chip on his shoulder. He got angry, shot a gun. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, now this…" she looked down at her leg. "The upside is that Murphy has found love and his guilt eats away at him, which means I eat too" she grinned pulling up her mattress to reveal a large stash of MREs. Roan shook his head, only Raven could find the upside in something like that. "Which reminds me" he said reaching into his pocket. "I knew it" she exclaimed "you are hoarding them, keeping them to use as bribery. Roan did not confirm or deny her statements, but he did hand her a familiar pouch. "I did have fun today" she told him "even if you're paying for it now?" he asked. She shrugged "It is what it is."

"Since you've obviously never heard of stickball" he drawled "what did you do for fun in space?" he asked. Raven grinned "I was great at pong, and snake she added. "Those things I would kick your fanny at?" she bragged. "Bring it on Raven of Skaikru" he said meeting her eyes. "Tomorrow" she agreed "tonight, I'm resting this leg." Though to be honest it wasn't hurting near as much as it had before. The air stilled, his hand traced a lazy circle on her calf, "thanks for teaching me how to play stickball today" she told him. Grinning, he stood up, propped a pillow under her foot and walked to stand beside her "it was good to see you having fun today" he said tracing a finger along her chin "I was beginning to think you didn't know how."

Raven looked him in the eyes, her breath caught in her throat. Roan continued a slow path with his finger, his eyes never leaving hers. Then his hand came up around her neck, drawing her closer. "Ro..." she started to say, but anything she wanted to say or do was stalled when he closed his lips over hers. Raven was surprised at first, she didn't try to stop him, but as he kissed her again, her hands wrapped around his neck, entangled in the long hair hanging down his back. "Tomorrow" he sighed breaking off the kiss "rest your leg tonight." Raven nodded, still trying to catch her breath. Maybe Clarke was right, she just needed to let this thing with Roan play out, but if he kept kissing her like that….