We're Coming Home (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

XI - The Calm

Raven was arguably one of the smartest people I'd ever met, certainly giving Monty a run for his money. Building a dropship from scrap parts, building a bomb, taking apart these bullets to make the best use of them? I couldn't imagine we'd have gotten very far without her. But right now, she was being absolutely dumb.

I leaned against the table covered in piles of bullets and watched Raven steadily work to split bullets and turn one into two. Watching her work was mesmerizing, and I almost could have done it for hours, but I knew she couldn't really just be enjoying this. She was trying to keep her mind busy so she didn't have to think about her breakup with Finn. I hadn't been there when it happened, but news traveled fast around here.

"Are you okay?" I asked, after standing there in silence for much too long for my own comfort.

Raven turned to look at me, and then resumed her work. "I'm fine, Y/n."

"Right."

She huffed. "I broke up with him, alright? I'm fine."

"No one who says they're fine is ever fine," I pointed out.

"Well I am."

"Obviously."

Raven turned around, her eyes like stone. I recognized that look. It was like staring at my own reflection. Not in the way that I lost a romantic love, but in the way that I lost my family. Finn was Raven's family, and about the only one to my knowledge. She hadn't just lost the love of her life. Now she thought she was all alone. "Just leave it alone."

I sighed, and then pulled her into a hug. She was stiff, and didn't really return it, which was okay. I didn't expect her to. People in pain rarely wanted help. They always wanted to suffer through it alone. "Raven, Finn isn't your only family anymore, alright? We are all in this together, here. I am your friend, and I'll be here for you if you need it."

I pulled away, and she didn't say anything, only returned to her work. I resumed my position leaning on the table, and took to sharpening my knife. Maybe she didn't want to talk or feel consoled, but sometimes a quiet, friendly presence was enough.

Finn entered the tent just then, interrupting our comfortable quietude. "What's for dinner?"

I looked at Raven, wondering if I should leave and she shook her head wordlessly. The tent was nearly bursting with tension, but I stayed, focusing on sharpening my knife.

"Split loads," Raven said with such a fake happy tone I winced. "Turning one bullet into two. That's all we can do until we get more gunpowder. Jasper has a recipe. Yesterday, I saw him taking buckets from the latrine. I didn't ask."

He laughed, and Raven flinched.

"Is one of those for me?" He asked, gesturing at the bullets.

"Maybe. Still deciding."

"Alright. Y/n, would you mind giving me a moment with Raven please?" He asked, his eyes pleading.

I looked at Raven, and she nodded reluctantly. Without a word, I exited the tent. Tucking my excessively sharp knife into my boot, I approached Bellamy, hoping for a less tense conversation. Of course, that was probably a far fetched hope, him being who he was. I was not surprised to find him shouting orders to everyone, head held high, holding his rifle tightly.

"Don't you ever relax?" I asked, rolling my eyes to myself.

He turned around with a scowl but his face softened when he saw me. "Not with the Grounders out there. I haven't seen you all day. Where were you?"

"With Raven," I replied. "Helping her sort through her emotions."

"Ah, so now you're the camp therapist, huh?"