Raven POV

I had never been so desperate to run before. That was until now. Fear and worry spurred me forward as I crashed into the trees. Tripping and careening as I headed in the direction I thought Harlee pointed that would lead me to the Hundred's camp. My chest was hurting even more as I began gasping for air. The Ark never prepared us for this kind of exertion, though I was fitter than most due to the nature of my job. Still, running…yeah, I think I'll leave that to others when this was all over.

I tripped over a root and went sprawling to the ground. The landing shoot pain through my chest. I groaned as I pushed myself up, breathing hard as I looked around me. Leaning against a tree, I tried to get my bearings, but everything looked the same. Fear jumped up a few notches, thinking I'd gotten myself lost, and Harlee would die because of it. I smacked the tree in frustration and shoved off, determined to try.

That's when I heard it. A sound that didn't quite belong with the normal chirps and flutters I had been absently listening as I ran. It sounded again. A kraw. It sounded a third time, and my head snapped in the direction it had come from. Then I remembered Harlee's words. The sound of my namesake.

Namesake? Raven? The sound of a raven? Yes! Harlee was referring to the sound a raven makes. That meant that the kraw was the sound a raven made. I need to follow the kraw.

I took off in the direction I heard the kraw come from. Though as I ran, slowing to listen for the kraw, a part of my brain was trying to figure out how that sound would lead me to Clarke. It shouldn't have been possible. However, I tried to run through plausible explanations. My mind going from a rescued pet raven to Harlee having mystical powers.

I snorted at that last one as I headed towards the latest kraw. Mysticism and the supernatural did not exist in the real world. I thought bitterly to myself that if it did, my mother wouldn't have been the way she had been.

I ran around a rather large bush, watching my feet more than what was around me when I collided with something. Or rather someone. A husky cry of pain met my ears as we both fell, and I landed on top of them. Of her.

I rolled off the girl, groaning in pain, and started to push myself up. I opened my mouth to bitch at this person for not looking when I finally looked at her. My complaints dried in my throat as I took the girl in. Blonde, slightly wavy hair. Slightly rounded oval face with a squared and dimple chin. Full lips with a mark above the left corner. Thin with a generous pair of breasts. Thin hourglass figure. And then she opened her eyes, and I was met with the bluest pair of eyes that I hadn't seen since meeting Jake Griffin.

I was face to face with Clarke Griffin. And I now understood Harlee's comment because Clarke looked like a fairy tale princess. Not Snow White but Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella. And Clarke was definitely beautiful. And of course, a part of my brain had to go and tell me that she wasn't as attractive as Harlee.

Dammit, my brain was really fixated on Harlee. Then I remembered why. Harlee was stabbed and slowly dying.

"Who the hell are you," Clarke demanded, shaking me out of my reverie.

"Raven," I replied, scrambling to my feet. "And you're Clarke. And we need to go."

I grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, holding on to her as I started heading back to the pod. And Harlee.

"Wait a minute" -she tugged her arm out of my grasp- "just who and what the hell is going on? Where did you come from?"

I rolled my eyes, grabbed her again, and started pulling, "I'll explain on the way, but we need to hurry. Harlee's hurt. Stabbed. Bleeding out. So, you know, a life is at stake here."

That seemed to snap her out of whatever argument she was ready to use, "Harlee's hurt?! Where and what the hell happened?"

I growled in frustration, "Just come on. I'll explain, but we need to hurry."

She nodded, and we picked up the pace. Running as I gasped out what had happened. We reached the stream faster than I had left. I immediately felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise. What was before us was not the way it had been when I left.

As we slid down the hill, I took everything in. Harlee had been moved. There looked to be drag or crawl marks. She now lay closer to the trees and on her front. A pool of blood beneath her. The boy had been flipped over to his front, and his hands and feet were now tied. I could only guess that somehow Harlee had found the energy to tie up the guy and then tried to make it to the trees before she collapsed again.

Clarke took the scene in and immediately rushed to Harlee. She turned Harlee over, and my heart dropped. Harlee was paler, and the bandage was soaked. I hurried over and knelt on the opposite side of Harlee.

Clarke let out a sigh of relief, "She's still alive. Her pulse is weak, and her breathing's shallow. We don't have much time to stop the bleeding."

I nodded, "What do you need?"

"What I need is a fully stocked clinic," Clarke sighed out in frustration. "A sterile environment. Drugs. Clean bandages. And a damn suture kit. None of which I have. I don't even know how to start a floating fire to burn the wound shut."

"I think I might have something that will work. Hold on," I said and scrambled to my feet.

I ran over to where Harlee had been and found her bag and the medkit where I'd dropped them. I grabbed both and one of Harlee's knives. I ran back and knelt again.

Holding out the medkit to Clarke, "This is Harlee's. I don't know how she came across it, but it has what you need. Something for pain and needle and thread."

Clarke took it and opened it up quickly, letting out a gasp as she took it in.

"Where? How?"

"I don't know, but I know it's not standard fare on the Ark."

"No, it's not. Okay. Now, I need to clean the wound as best as I can. Is there a pouch of water?"

I dug through the bag and came out with the water pouch. Then I remembered that it was empty.

"Hold on. Let me fill this up. I forgot that I had drunk it all earlier," I said and got up to head to the stream.

When I came back, Clarke had lifted Harlee's shirt and removed the dressing.

"The blood's slowed," Clarke said, worry evident in her voice.

"Harlee has this vial of coagulant. She had me pour it into the wound to slow the bleeding," I explained.

Clarke nodded as she began to thread one of the hooked needles, "Smart. It's probably the only reason she's alive right now."

"I noticed that. Harlee's like a damn Boy Scout. Prepared for anything. She had food, water, medkit, rope, and two knives on her," I said in wonder.

Clarke took the water pouch and started cleaning the wound, "I'm not surprised. She spends most of her days exploring outside camp. The day I finally met her, she had a run-in with a panther. She killed the panther, and they both tumbled down a ravine. Arrived at camp dragging the cat with scratches and a dislocated shoulder. Hardly made a sound while I treated her."

"Damn."

"You can say that again," Clarke replied with a snort as she started to stitch the wound closed. "The next day, she was back out and took down a deer. Bigger than the two-headed one, I saw our first day. And a huge set of antlers on its head. Nothing seems to stop her. Not even coming across Grounders."

"She's come across Grounders," I asked, looking at the medkit by Clarke and beginning to wonder.

"Yeah, she said that they appear to be hunters or travelers."

"Has she mentioned ever talking to one?"

"No," Clarke shook her head. "She said that she hides until they pass. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason," I quickly replied. "Harlee told Jaha that the Grounders have been observing the camp, but my arrival may change things."

Clarke looked up at me sharply, "Harlee spoke to Jaha? How?"

"I was sent down with a radio," I explained. "Your mom set it up because the Council was planning on culling three hundred people. Abby didn't believe that you guys were dying, but there was no way to prove it."

"I knew that the Council would do something like that. Did you stop it?"

"I think so. Harlee kept the conversation short. She kept to the bare minimum of what has been happening while pissing Jaha off."

Clarke snorted as she tied the last stitch off, "That should do it. Help me hold her up while we wrap the bandage around her. Now, we just need Finn to show up so I can send him back to camp. There's no way the three of us will be able to carry Harlee and Bellamy back by ourselves."

I helped Clarke get Harlee up, resting Harlee's head against my shoulder as Clarke wrapped the last of the bandages around Harlee's stomach. I felt relief course through me as Harlee's warm breath tickled the side of my neck. When she was done, I laid her gently back down, moving a few strands of hair from her face.

I turned back to Clarke, watching her clean up, "Finn's here? He's alive?"

"Yeah," Clarke replied. "He and I headed out when we found out that Bellamy had snuck out of camp. We split up to cover more ground. I wasn't expecting to run into you literally."

"Bellamy? As in Bellamy Blake?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Dude, Kane, and Jaha have been looking for him. He shot Jaha, nearly killing him, but your mom was able to save him."

"Sonofa—that's why he was convincing everyone to take off their bands," Clarke exclaiming, smacking the dirt in frustration, and turning a glare on the unconscious boy. "Why he was always preaching about how we're better than the Ark and don't need them. Bellamy didn't want to face execution."

I grunted in pain, my chest seizing as I shifted to sit down more comfortably.

Clarke turned her blue gaze on me with worry, "Are you okay?"

"Bellboy kicked me a couple of times in the chest. I think he cracked a rib."

"Would you like me to take a look," Clarke asked, already moving to my side.

I shrugged, taking off my jacket, "Sure, why not."

I lifted my shirt, and we both saw a dark bruise already forming across half my chest. Clarke gently prodded it, making me hiss in pain. And that just so happened to be when someone else crashed through the trees. Clarke and I both looked up in surprise and froze. There, above us, stood Finn. Standing stock still in shock.

Happiness surged through me seeing Finn. I hastily got up and ran up to him.

"Finn," I happily cried as I collided with him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Raven," Fin hesitantly stuttered, wrapping me his arms around me.

I let out a happy hum as I felt his comforting embrace, "I knew you weren't dead."

"How did you get here," Finn asked, dumbfounded.

I leaned back, grinning at him, "You know that big scraphold? The one on K deck?"

"You built that from scrap," Finn looked down at me in wonder, and maybe a bit like I was crazy.

I scoffed, "I kind of rebuilt it. Please, like that's hard. It just needed a couple of parts and some love."

"You're insane," he laughed.

"I'd do more for you and worse," I replied, adoringly looking at him. "Just like you would for me."

I reached up and pulled him into a kiss, which after a moment, he returned. I hated to admit to myself, but I suddenly found it lacking. It was nothing compared to the one I'd shared with Harlee. I broke the kiss and tugged him down to where everyone was.

"What happened here," Finn asked as he took in everything.

"Bellamy tried to kill Harlee. Then he tried to kill me, but Harlee stopped him," I explained, pointing at them. "Then I ran off to find Clarke, we came back here, and Clarke saved Harlee."

"Well, I don't know if I saved her," Clarke said from where she was treating Bellamy. "I stopped the bleeding, and she's alive for now, but she's not out of the woods yet. I'll have to monitor closely for any signs of fever or infection. When she wakes up, I'll know she'll be okay."

"What about jackass there," I asked, making Finn wrap his arms around me again because it made me feel safe.

Clarke glanced up and then quickly back down before answering, "It looks like Harlee hit him pretty good on the head, but he's breathing, and his pulse is steady. But I don't know if he'll wake up. If he does, the shoulder wound will give him problems. It looks like the knife entered the joint."

I smirked, hearing that, "After the shit, he's done, he doesn't deserve to wake up whole."

"Babe, you don't mean that," Finn gently chastised me.

"I do," I snapped, stepping out of his embrace to glare at him. "He tried to kill Harlee. He was going to kill me. Not to mention, he tried to kill Jaha. The only reason that asshole's alive is because Clarke's mom saved him."

"By the way, where's the radio now," Clarke asked as she joined us.

"In Harlee's bag. I'd already disconnected it, and we were getting ready to head back when she heard someone. She stuck me and the bag back in the pod and told me to stay until it was safe. Then shit happened."

Clarke nodded, "Good. We still have power at the dropship and should be able to reconnect it there. Which is great because Finn, I need you to go back to camp."

"Clarke…" Finn looked hesitant to leave, and I noticed something in the way he looked at Clarke that I didn't like.

"No, Finn," Clarke sternly replied. "We need to get Harlee and Bellamy back to camp. The three of us won't be able to. Not with Raven's bruised, maybe cracked ribs. We need stretchers and people. I'd go, but someone needs to stay and make sure none of them get worse. So, that leaves you."

Finn heavily sighed, nodding to her arguments, "Alright, but it's going to take a few hours. I'm not even sure where we are to camp."

"Harlee said we're about an hour southeast of here. If you run, it'll maybe take you two, two and a half hours tops," I said, pointing in the direction I remembered Harlee pointing.

He looked in that direction and then back at Clarke, "If you're sure."

"I'm sure," Clarke replied. "Go. We'll be fine for now."

He nodded, "I'll be back as soon as I can."

He turned to leave, but I stopped him. I pulled him into another kiss before looking at him, "I love you."

"I love you too, Raven," he replied, looked to Clarke on last time, and then took off running.

I stood there for a long moment, replaying what I had just felt and saw. I looked at Clarke, but she had hastily moved back to Harlee. I looked where Finn had disappeared into the forest and raised a hand to my lips. That kiss hadn't felt like all the ones before. It lacked warmth and felt almost obligatory. Then there were the looks Finn had been throwing in Clarke's direction. It felt like there was something behind those looks. Something more than friendship.

But that was impossible, wasn't it? Finn loved me. Just like I love him. Finn wouldn't. He wouldn't hurt me like that. Would he?