Disclaimer: Don't own the CW or the 100 or all the amazing characters it has.
Raven sat up on Murphy's shoulders as she stretched her arms overhead. She squinted at the glaring sunlight that streamed through the hole she was currently trying to patch.
"Okay, move a little to your right." She said, her voice muffled as she tried to speak and hold the long needle between her teeth.
Murphy shuffled a few steps.
"No, no that's too far. Move back."
He complied, and she hummed in approval. He strengthened his grip slightly on her calves as she stretched her upper body higher.
They had been at this all morning. Raven had shown up minutes after breakfast ended with a long rolled up piece of tarp, a knife, needle, and twine and commanded him to hoist her up. He wasn't exactly sure when he started taking orders from her, but he wasn't going to complain when he would reap the benefits of said orders. Little by little, his tent was fixed. Murphy didn't ask where she got the materials to do so, but he was pretty sure she found them in the tech room. Whether or not she got permission to have them to do as she pleased—that he was unsure of.
He asked her before they began, and she had only rolled her eyes in response. If she didn't care, he wasn't going to push it.
Plus he knew she was in need of something to do. Still banished to the silent radio room, he knew her patience and sanity were hanging on mere threads. She had that engineer guy Wick on her side, but that was about it. Clarke and Bellamy had tried to help her out at first, but they had their hands full trying to uphold some sort of power in Camp Jaha. Abby had kept her Chancellor seat, a fact that Jaha was not thrilled about, but working at the med bay took up a lot of her time. Thus, Kane became her second in command, and while Clarke and Bellamy both had seats on the council, Kane didn't trust their decisions as much as they wanted.
"And that does it. Was that the last one?" Raven put her hands on her thighs.
"Yeah, I think so." He answered, and began lowering himself to the ground so that she could crawl off his shoulders.
She heaved herself onto the ground with a triumphant smile, not even deterred when her bad leg failed to cooperate and made her stumble. She spun slowly around the tent holding her arms wide open.
"Didn't I tell you?" She bragged.
"Yes, it's good as new." He smiles in amusement as she inspects the patches on the sides.
"This should keep the wind out, but we need to create some sort of heater in here for you. Most people are using small bonfires inside their tents for now, but we all know that's just another fire hazard."
"Aren't they working on that already?"
Raven made an indignant sound at the back of her throat.
"At the pace they're going, winter will be here before they build one heater."
"Didn't you already build one for your tent?" Murphy asked.
"Yeah, ages ago." She huffed "But they won't listen to me!"
He puts his hands on her shoulders and spun her around to face him.
"Then make them listen to you." He squeezed her shoulders and she sighed.
"I wish it was that simple." She watched him walk to his bedside and put on his jacket.
"It is." He ran a hand through his hair. "I have to report to Major Byrnes."
"Now?" She reached over to the metal crate she had brought over to him a few nights before and grabbed her own jacket from atop it.
"Yeah, I'm on hunting duty today."
"At least that's one thing Bellamy and Clarke have accomplished since becoming part of the council." She walked out of his tent with him.
He shot her that look that she had grown accustomed to—A cross between amusement and chastisement.
"I know, I know." She mumbled.
They passed by Monty on their walk, who after he furrowed his eyebrows slightly, returned her wave. Raven didn't notice, but Monty didn't take his eyes off of them as they rounded the corner.
Murphy did though.
It was something he was getting used to. People stared at them all the time. He was sure they made quite the sight—the girl with the leg brace and the boy that the 100 had banished. Gossip had spread faster since they got their people back from the Mountain men, as he expected since they were the ones who got to witness firsthand all of his mistakes. The people of the ark caught on quickly, however.
The other day he had heard a woman talk to her friend about the fact that "that mechanic girl with the brace had moved on from her ex's death rather fast". He had fisted his hands and taken a deep breath before walking away. There was no use letting his anger get the best of him. One wrong move could spell banishment for him once again, or one of the ark's infamous punishment techniques. Before, he had not had anything to lose.
These days, that statement didn't ring true.
"Alright so I'm gonna head to the tech room, see if they have some parts lying around I can use for that space heater. Catch you at dinner?" She said looking over her shoulder as they began walking in opposite directions.
"Yeah, see you then. And Raven? Thanks."
She gave him a thumbs up as she kept walking.
Once inside the tech room, Raven attacked the spare part bin. Pleasantly surprised to find the room empty, she went to work without distractions. She knew exactly what parts she needed.
Weeks ago she had engineered for herself a compact wood burning stove with simple parts. To make another one, she wouldn't even have to use the exact same parts, just ones that performed a similar task. She needed something to generate energy—something that got hot.
For hers, she had found an old burner in the radio room. She sighed happily when she found a small hot plate in the bin. It was missing the metal casing, but the device only needed minimal repair in order to work.
"Hey what are you up to, grease monkey?" Wick strolled in, tossing a towel on the table.
"Working—You know, that thing you guys haven't been letting me do?" She said exasperatedly.
Wick chuckled in response. "Then what you working on?"
"A space heater." she replied, unscrewing the bottom panel of the hot plate. "What you and your guys have been working on for weeks and not gotten done."
"You're using a hot plate?"
Raven could feel the gears turning in his head and smiled to herself.
"You've been trying to make a heater using electrical energy. Have you guys tried using natural resources?"
"You mean wood?" He leaned over the table.
"Yes, wood. Octavia and I have been toasty warm for the past weeks with my little heater."
"You already made one?" Wick laughed loudly now "I told the guys they were underestimating you. So who's the lucky recipient of this one?"
"A friend" she said.
"A friend huh?" He wigged his eyebrows at her "Or a friend?"
"Don't push it. I'm still mad at you." She pointed her screwdriver at him playfully.
"Nobody stays mad at me for too long, grease monkey"
"Call me grease monkey one more time and see what happens."
"Grease—"
Raven threw his towel at his face, laughing for the first time in what seemed like forever.
Murphy shut one eye as he zeroed in on a large boar. He waited until it walked into his line of fire and shot. The bullet went through the head and the creature fell onto its side.
"Nice shot."
He looked behind him to see Bellamy leaning on a tree.
"Thanks." He said, walking down the small hill to where his catch lay bleeding.
"Need a hand?" Bellamy asked, walking behind him.
"You're already here, aren't you? Might as well do something productive." He muttered, putting his pack on the ground. He searched through it briefly before taking out a net.
"You talk to Raven with that attitude?" Bellamy raised an eyebrow, helping his stretch the net out.
Murphy sighed. "So that's why you're really here?"
"Partly," he shrugged "But also to see if there's any truth in the gossip that's circulating."
"Well that depends on the gossip." Murphy grunted as they rolled the animal onto the net. "Are we talking about the one about me and her toasting about Finn's death over dinner, or the one about us fucking in the supply closet? Because neither one is true."
"Not the second one? Man, I was hoping. You need to get laid." Bellamy joked.
"Raven and I are just friends—if that."
They heaved as they picked up the net, each holding two ends of it together to keep the boar in. They began towing it in the direction of the camp, Murphy in the front and Bellamy in the back.
"Friends can lead to something if you let it."
"Now you're talking about you and Clarke."
He heard Bellamy's familiar chuckle.
"That obvious, huh?" he said, to which Murphy laughed.
"Oh, dude you've got it bad."
"Yeah, I do… But she needs time. Finn's death complicates things. She needs to grieve." Bellamy sighed.
"Finn has always complicated things." Murphy said bitterly. "Sometimes, I think I hate him."
"I didn't hate the guy, but I do hate the way he left things and I hate the position he put us in—the position he put Clarke in."
"Raven doesn't hate Clarke." he whispered after a long beat of silence.
"Yeah, I know." Bellamy tugged the end of the net higher on his shoulder.
It was dinner time when Murphy and Raven saw each other next. Raven was already sitting down on a table, savoring the boar meat stew the kitchen had served. Her eyes rolled back as she ate the first spoon fool.
"That good huh?" Murphy sat across from her, smirking.
"So much better than the nutrition packets." She smiled.
"Well then you better thank me. One of those boars that they cooked was mine." He boasted.
"Really? Well then I guess you deserve this, huh?" She reached to the floor and put the square heater on the table, smiling widely when she noticed his expression.
"Wait? Already? No way, you mean I'm not gonna be freezing my ass off tonight?" He reached over to touch it. His eyes were wide with surprise, the blue irises standing out starkly in the dim lighting. He lifted it and looked all around it.
"Not tonight or any other night, as long as you remember to keep adding wood as it burns out."
"No ma'am, I won't forget." He put it aside and dug into his own stew.
"Wick finally took my advice too. They're letting me officially be back in the workshop tomorrow."
"About damn time."
"That's what I'm saying." she smiled crookedly.
"So I take it you had a good day?" He blew on his spoon before putting it into his mouth.
"Yeah," Raven nodded and smiled. "I had a really good day."
So even though this is a Murphy/Raven story, I can't deny that Wick and Raven have chemistry. It just happened when I was writing them. Raven is just so awesome she has chemistry with everyone xD
Thanks for reading!
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