Anya returned to Arkadia every chance she got which wasn't often. Every visit yielded the same results… no change. Raven remained asleep, and Anya stayed a broken soul. Devoid of her companion.

Each visit Jaha would linger in the background, always watching Anya with a studious gaze and sending an unnerving wink that sent a shiver down the warrior's spine.

After two weeks and still no difference in Raven's condition, Anya approached Abby about the chip and Jaha's claims. But the doctor had no helpful information. Insisting she didn't trust the technology or Jaha.

"Think about it," Jaha would whisper each time Anya left Arkadia.

This time, he slipped the chip into Anya's hand who clutched it tight and left without a word. She'd wait until she returned to her village to stare at and ponder the strange machina. How the piece exhibited the sacred symbol and Jaha managed to get his hands on it was beyond her.

Days later, totaling three weeks since Raven fell comatose, Jaha approached Anya's village with unsettling news.

"You're out of time, Anya. Raven's dying."

Anya was certain her heart stopped at Jaha's words. She shook her head violently. "No. You are lying."

"I'm not," Jaha insisted. "Come back with me. Let's save her, together. Anya, it's the only way. I promise this chip will fix everything!"

Anya wanted to stand her ground, instinct told her to fight. But she didn't want pride to be the cause of Raven's death. So instead, not wasting another moment, she ordered for a horse to be prepared and rode back to Arkadia with Jaha.

Upon arrival, Abby stood in front of Raven's room, arms crossed and unmoving.

"Stand aside, Abby," Anya ordered.

"We don't know what it does. Don't do this, Anya," Abby begged. "There's still a chance she can wake up."

Knowing time was of the essence, Anya withdrew her sword and held it to the doctor's throat. Clarke was quick to rush in next, resting a gentle hand on Anya's shoulder.

"Everyone calm down. Anya, it's your call. We'll do what you want."

Abby shot Clarke a death glare, but Clarke paid no attention.

"Give her this," Anya ordered, holding up the chip.

Abby let out a frustrated sigh and said nothing. It was Clarke who finally took the chip; pushed her mother aside, and entered Raven's room.

After Jaha instructed Clarke how to insert the chip, he left the room to leave Anya, Abby, and Clarke waiting. But not before turning to Anya to say, "You made the right choice."

Silence fell over the room for several agonizing moments. Until Clarke broke it.

"Heart rate rising," Clarke announced. "Blood pressure returning to normal. She's waking up!"

Anya held her breath as she watched Raven's lids slowly flicker open. "Reivon?"

Suddenly, Raven bolted straight up in bed, bleary eyed and dazed before looking down at her arms and reaching to pull the cables out. Abby and Clarke moved to stop her, but Anya held a hand up.

"This is impossible," Abby breathed as she continued to stare at Raven.

The trio watched as Raven acted like nothing was wrong. As if the mechanic hadn't been in a coma for the past few weeks and had simply woken from a nap.

"Uhhmm," Raven started, her voice raspy. "Where the fuck's my leg?"

All three women still flabbergasted by Raven froze.

"We had to remove it," Abby answered. "It was killing you."

Raven's expression fell as she looked away from Abby and Clarke. Her gaze narrowing when she spotted the grounder warrior gawking from the doorway.

Raven nodded her head toward Anya. "Who are you?"

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Abby had to take Anya aside to explain amnesia and all that meant. After some questioning, it seemed Raven couldn't remember the last year of her life. Didn't remember the Ark's problems with the air supply, building the escape pod, meeting Anya, or becoming a reaper.

Once she understood, Anya returned to Raven's room, approaching slowly and with caution. The brunette was sitting up in the hospital bed eating a bowl of rice while Clarke and Sinclair strapped a new prosthetic leg to Raven's nub.

This leg was not as high tech looking as the mountain man edition, but still had a shiny exterior and robotic look. Raven didn't miss a beat while eating her rice. Didn't even flinch. In fact, she didn't seem to feel a flicker of pain whatsoever.

"Hello, Reivon."

Raven looked up from her bowl, dark circles under her eyes and confusion in those chocolate orbs.

"Hi," Raven croaked, her voice thick and hoarse. "Err… sorry. Who are you again?"

Anya held back the tears stinging her eyes as she inched nearer Raven's bed. How was she supposed to respond to that?

"Friends." The term killed Anya a little inside. "I hope you are feeling better."

"Yeah! Actually, I don't feel a pain or anything. In fact, I feel great!"

The statement took a moment to sink in as it surprised everyone in the room.

"Glad to hear it, Rae," Clarke smiled at the brunette, sending a wave of jealousy through Anya.

"Okay, that should do it," Sinclair announced. "Since you're some sort of miracle prodigy, you want to try standing on it now?"

Clarke rested a hand on Raven's shoulder, again adding fuel to Anya's fire. "I think you should rest but if you're feeling up to it, you can try."

"I'm ready!" Raven said quickly; not even giving Clarke, Anya, or Sinclair a chance to brace her.

Raven leapt from the bed landing feet first without hesitation. Not even a wobble as she stood straight up, arms crossed, a smirk of over-confidence in place.

To say everyone was astounded at Raven's recovery was an understatement.

"Ooookay. I guess you're free to go then, Raven. I'll check on you later. I'm going to let my mom know how well you're doing."

"I'm going to go too. Glad you're okay, Rae," Sinclair added before following Clarke out the door.

Raven thanked Clarke and Sinclair on their way out, once they'd left, Anya and Raven were finally alone.

Anya shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Would you… maybe like to take a walk, Reivon?"

A shy smile pulled at Raven's lips. "Yeah. I'd love to get out of here. Let's go."

Raven didn't lack for speed in her stride. Anya had to quicken her steps just to keep up. They walked through the ark without a word, out the doors, and through the grounds toward the firepit. They sat on a fallen log facing the flames.

Luckily, the last two arkers were just leaving when they arrived, leaving Anya and Raven alone again to talk.

"So… what were we really?" Raven asked suddenly, taking Anya by surprise. "Abby says I lost a year of memories. And she said you've played a significant part. What did she mean by that?"

Anya stared into the dancing flames as she thought about her answer. How much should she reveal? She didn't want to scare Raven off.

"We grew close," Anya uttered, her voice hoarse with emotion.

They'd been through so much. She just wanted Raven back already. To feel those precious lips on her own again. Raven sat no more than two feet away, how could the universe be so cruel?

When Raven didn't respond, Anya looked up to see the brunette staring straight ahead as if something were right in front of her. She sat straight up and stiff like a statue, as if trapped in a trance, her face paled.

"Reivon?"

Again, she didn't respond.