Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter thirty-three

"Hey," the Latina began to say as she became aware of her coworkers presence when his heavy footsteps entered the workspace. "I'm changing the tone frequency to 400 hertz. It'll increase the radiated modulation depth." Her head was too caught up in the mess of electronics to notice the exaggerated puff of air that Wick let out.

The blonde already had a valid point as to why that wouldn't work, which he did not hesitate making known, "Atmospheric noise will screw us."

Raven continued to work as she contemplated his words, but her response was fast, "So the signal's fainter. At least they'll know we're out here."

He let out another puff of air, except the time, she heard him. "What's wrong?" It was unusual for the easygoing male to seem frustrated, but it was even more so unusual for Raven to actually care.

"The current is not getting high enough. We might as well be shouting into the wind."

Again, the ponytail-haired brunette had a simple solution. "We put an insulator between the mast and capacity top hat."

Wick easily shut her down, "Already tried that—not working."

At his words, the mechanic dropped her tools and reached for her makeshift crutches. Then you're doing it wrong!"

With his hands tucked into his pockets, Wick said the female's name with a mixture of exasperation and disbelief, "Raven."

But she was not going to let some fake-concerned engineer speak to her so condescendingly. Raven figured that now that she was back to work, she would be able to solve everything. She had to prove that she could still do it—that she was still useful. "Don't worry, I'll fix it. I always do."

As she began to hobble out of the room, the blonde called out, "Try my damn brace!"

"Your damn brace sucks!" came her quick response.

Wick stood there holding the brace for a moment after watching her leave. He couldn't understand why he was so set on helping her when she had made it perfectly clear that she did not want it. The blonde briefly remembered their work related relationship back on the Ark.

He had just left Go-Sci Station—more specifically, Earth Monitoring Station—where he worked with the other engineers and unfortunately, mechanics. Wick was exhausted after a pointless day of hard work. The engineer had just found out that the invention he had been working on for the past few weeks would never be approved to be put to use because it was deemed to be 'too risky.' All he wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and lay on his bed where he hopefully would never wake up. He couldn't return to work ever again. Not with her there.

When he entered his living quarters, he was welcomed by the familiar sound of someone brushing their teeth. Wick closed the door behind him, leaned against it, and closed his eyes. He was not in the mood to be around anyone and he had forgotten that he had invited his girlfriend over after work.

"Wick, is that you?" He heard her normally melodious voice muffled by what was probably toothpaste in her mouth.

Wick did not answer immediately, still doing his best to calm down. He did want to bring out his aggravation on his girlfriend, who most likely had her own rough day at work being one of the Ark's doctors and all. "Yeah, it's me."