Raven POV

The Next Day

As soon as we had arrived back to camp, Clarke ushered everybody into the dropship. Bellamy had been taken to the third level, where he continued to be restrained. Harlee had been laid out on a table on the first level. And I had set up shop on the opposite side of the first level, working with a quiet guy named Monty, and surprisingly, Wells Jaha. Together, the three of us were working on getting the radio hooked into the power of the dropship.

That had been yesterday. Now, I had just woken up to find my eye inches from the tip of a Torx screwdriver still held in my hand. I groaned and pushed myself up from the table and tiredly rubbed my face.

A husky giggle drew my attention to where Clarke was changing Harlee's bandage. I glared at her, and she just shook her head, a smile of amusement on her face.

"I tried to take that tool from you, but you just gripped it tighter," Clarke said as she finished.

"I probably thought you were trying to steal it," I grumbled as I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and scratching my scalp. "I didn't risk my life just to lose my tools."

"Is that why you've been guarding Harlee's stuff," she asked, cleaning up.

"We are in a camp full of thieves," I huffed. "And from what I've seen, Harlee's the only one with real knives. How did she come by them anyway?"

"She said that she found a bunker that had a few things in it. The knives were the only stuff that wasn't degraded or destroyed."

"Convenient," I muttered and then more loudly, "Has anybody else found bunkers?"

"Finn has. He showed it to me. It looked like it was set up for a family, and everything was still intact. Like the family had never made it."

"Well, if those two found bunkers, there's liable to be more around here. There could be some things I could find a use for," I replied thoughtfully and started working again. "How is Harlee, anyway?"

"She seems to be doing a lot better. No signs of fever or infection. She could wake up at any time now."

"That's good."

"It is. I should probably go and check on Bellamy. Make sure he hasn't died while I was asleep," Clarke sighed and headed to the ladder.

I looked over at her, "What are you going to do about him? Since, you know, he tried to kill Harlee and me."

Clarke sighed and leaned against the ladder, "I don't know. I know what we would have done on the Ark. The same thing he was trying to avoid by making them think we were dead. But, he was right about one thing. We're not on the Ark, and we're not beholden to the laws of the Ark. Not anymore. So, in this new world, does attempted murder warrant a death sentence? If it doesn't, what should the appropriate punishment be? Should we let the people decide? Should the victim decide? A select group? This is all so new, Raven. I mean, before it was just petty fights between the kids and the punishments were easy enough to decide. But this…this is so much more serious."

"I know what we can't do," I said as I regarded Harlee. "We can't let it slide. No matter his reasoning, he still made the conscious choice to do it. There wasn't someone with a gun to Bellamy's head, making him plunge his knife into Harlee. There was no one making him kick me, though it could have been retaliation for me stabbing him when he tried to grab me. But when he started kicking me, I thought he was going to kill me. Especially after seeing him holding the knife dripping with Harlee's blood."

Clarke bit her lip in thought, "Did Harlee say anything to you about what happened between them?"

"All she said was that he blindsided her. All I heard while in the pod were two thuds of something hitting the side."

"Then all we can do is wait until they both wake up to get the full story," Clarke sighed. "Once we have a clearer picture, we can go from there. If nothing else, maybe we can learn how he got the gun in the first place. That's information we can hold over Jaha."

"Plus, we know he was going to cull three hundred from the Ark," I pointed out. "You add that with your launch…threaten to expose them Ark-wide. You could probably get Jaha to agree to anything you wanted. He'd do anything to keep his power."

"Is that something you can do? Broadcast Ark-wide?"

I smirked and twirled the screwdriver around my fingers, "I can do just about anything with some duct tape and time."

"Kinky," Harlee's hoarse voice made both of us snap our heads around.

We both rushed over as Harlee tried to push herself up. Clarke reached her first and forced her back down.

"Don't even think about it," Clarke nearly growled. "You were stabbed, and you need to recover."

Harlee went to say something but started coughing. I reached for the water pouch as Clarke reluctantly helped her up. Harlee reached for the water, but I swatted her hand away before helping her drink. When she'd had enough, Clarke laid her back down.

Harlee looked between us, and a slow smirk started to spread, "I could get used to having two beautiful women hovering over me hand and foot."

I scoffed, and Clarke smacked her on the shoulder.

"Ow. Injured person, remember," Harlee chuckled.

"Shut up," Clarke grumbled and started checking her over again. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got stabbed," Harlee deadpanned. "Now, can we get back to Raven and duct tape?"

"Only if I use it to shut that mouth of yours," I huffed, though I was relieved that she was awake.

Harlee freaking pouted, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek at how sexy it looked, "But then you wouldn't be able to enjoy what I can do with it."

"Oh my god," I replied in exasperation even as I blushed at the implications while Clarke coughed to cover her own reaction.

Harlee smirked again, pleased with herself, then abruptly yawned.

"You should get some more rest," Clarke said, turning professional. "You lost a lot of blood and still need to recover."

"But I just woke up," Harlee whined, and I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of my chest, which made Harlee grin at me.

"She's right," I said, reaching out and tucking a strand of Harlee's hair behind her ear, and watched in amazement as Harlee leaned into the gesture. "You need rest, Harlee."

"Is that a command, my Valkyrie," Harlee said, her eyes already drooping.

"If it will get you to sleep, then yeah, it is, Casanova," I replied.

"Then, I shall obey. Only for you," she sleepily said as her eyes slid shut.

Clarke and I stood over Harlee, watching to make sure she had fallen asleep.

"Is she always so heavy-handed with the innuendos," I asked as I returned to the radio.

"I'm starting to think she does it to avoid subjects she doesn't want to talk about," Clarke replied, frowning in thought. "Like herself. What was that with the name she called you?"

I shrugged, not looking up from what I was doing, "I don't know. Isn't a Valkyrie some mythical female warrior or something?"

"They were maidens who were sent by some Norse god to take worthy warriors who had died in battle to a place called Valhalla," Wells said as he stepped further into the dropship. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You didn't," Clarke replied, walking over to hug him. "Harlee just woke up a bit ago, and we were just talking."

Wells hugged her back, "Okay. Raven, what needs to be done today?"

I looked over my shoulder at him, "Just need to check the connections with the solar panels and then run the wires down. After that, I can put the final components together while the rest of it charges."

Wells nodded and started to walk over to the ladder that would allow him up on the roof, but Clarke held him back for a moment, "How do you know about the Valkyries, Wells?"

"I took a class on classical mythologies," he sheepishly replied. "They covered Norse, Greek, Roman, Celtic, Hindu, and a few others."

"So, what's Valhalla," I asked.

"It's supposedly this great big hall where slain warriors gathered to wait for a world-ending event called Ragnarök. They were meant to fight alongside Odin, who was the head of the Norse gods."

"Huh," I looked over at Harlee, furrowing my brow in thought. "That's kinda interesting."

Wells grinned, "It really is, but I wished that we had saved more texts on some of those ancient cultures. Why the interest if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh," Clarke slyly grinned as she looked at me, "Harlee called Raven, her 'Valkyrie,' and neither of us knew what it was."

I blushed and abruptly turned back to the radio, "Weren't you going to check on Bellboy, Blondie?"

Clarke chuckled, "I was, and I probably should. You'll let me know if she wakes again?"

"Yeah, I will," I replied, ignoring that both of them were looking at me. "Wells, the solar panels."

"Right, I'm just gonna go and do that then," Wells said and started climbing the ladder.

Clarke laughed, following after Wells, "You still are too easily embarrassed, Wells."

"When it comes to Harlee, yes, yes, I am," Wells said as he ascended. "You didn't hear what she got up to while you were gone."

"Oh," Clarke questioned.

Wells' voice carried down the further he climbed, "No, I mean, you didn't hear Harlee."

My eyes widened at the implication, and I turned to stare at the now sleeping girl, "Are you freaking kidding me?! Casanova can't really be that spot on, can it? Oh, we really need to have that conversation now, Harlee."

Harlee remained sleeping, not even moving to give any indication that she heard me. I huffed in irritation and turned back to work. Though my mind wandered back to Harlee and how everything I had learned seemed to deepen the mystery surrounding the girl. Just who, exactly, was Harlee?