Even In The Grave, All Is Not Lost

Too Much

A/N:

I really, really don't like this chapter - it's a bit too cracky - but oh well.

I'm not so sure if this chapter - maybe even the next one - fit all too well with the general tone of the over all fic. They were last minute additions. I considered reserving it for the other sea mechanic au fic I'm writing - which would probably match the tone better - but decided against it as parts of the chapter tie into other areas of this fic so I couldn't really cut it.

Also, fair warning, I wrote a good portion of this chapter when I was tipsy on New Year's Eve, so that might explain a lot ;)

Sorry, not much Luna in this one.

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"The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much."

― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

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Raven groaned as she winced her way into consciousness. The light of Becca's lab was way too fucking bright to be tolerable. What had the woman been thinking?

She rubbed at her forehead, blinking as she glanced around her, trying to get her bearings. She'd migrated to the lab after her room had grown increasingly claustrophobic; her awareness of Luna's presence, of her gaze, at an uncomfortable level.

Plus, the room had begun to fill up with that minty earth smell that Raven couldn't place and it was starting to get to her. She hated not knowing things.

Hated having yet another problem that she couldn't solve.

She'd needed space. And lots of it.

Raven hadn't meant to fall asleep, despite what she'd promised Luna about getting rest. Hadn't expected for a second that she even could sleep. But here she was, bent over the table, her cheek tingling from where it had been smushed uncomfortably against a tablet. Squinting her eyes, she thought she detected a little drool on the screen.

Very attractive.

Thank god, Murphy isn't here to witness this.

It was then Raven noticed the extra weight on her shoulders and looked down, frowning as she took in the ocean-colored jacket that belonged to someone very definitely not her.

Bewildered, she glanced around, eyes narrowing on a certain Grounder, seated a couple of meters away on the floor.

Luna's eyes were closed and her mouth was moving with soundless words, chest rising and falling easily.

Coupled with Raven's rising irritation there was also a pleasant tingle climbing up her spine at finding Luna there, with her, close-

Fuck that.

Raven rose to her feet, yanking off the jacket - which, before now, she'd assumed to be some kind of dress - and marched towards her. If Luna heard her, she gave no indication and Raven huffed, launching the hand with the jacket in it out in front of her.

"What's this?"

Luna's eyes finally opened, but she barely spared the offending object a glance before closing them again. "A jacket."

"I know it's a jacket. But what the hell was it doing on me?"

Her eyes remained shut. "You looked cold."

Raven huffed, annoyed at how Luna was mostly ignoring her and seemed largely unperturbed by her presence - which stood in stark contrast to how deeply perturbed Raven was by hers. "I wasn't."