hazardous || b.b.

XI. radios

"What's for dinner?" Finn asked and Wren spun around to glare at him.

What the hell was he thinking?

They'd broken up and he still had the nerve to waltz in and talk to her.

"A four course meal of fuck off." Wren narrowed her eyes in an unfriendly manner. Finn looked a little taken aback.

"Split loads, turning one bullet into two. It's all we can do until we get more gunpowder." Raven explained without turning around.

"Should be soon, Jasper's cooking up the recipe." Wren sighed, shooting Finn one last look before turning back around to continue working.

"Yeah, yesterday I saw him taking buckets from the latrine. I didn't ask." Raven joked.

"Smart move." Wren agreed with a nod.

"Is one of those for me?" Finn tried to push his way back into the conversation by trying to joke as well.

"Maybe. Still deciding." Raven replied. Wren just elbowed him on 'accident' when she reached for another tool. Finn moved to the other side of Raven.

"I keep wanting to apologize again." Finn confessed.

"You don't have to. We're good." Raven brushed him off, totally lying. But the idiot bought it. "I got to get this done."

"That's bad." Finn sighed, realizing they weren't actually cool.

"What?" Raven demanded.

"When you're really pissed off, you always find a project, something to keep your hands busy so you don't punch someone in the face." Finn explained to her. Wren was ticked the boy still thought he had the right to know her.

"Keeping everyone alive isn't a project. It's survival. So get out of our way before I start splitting heads instead of bullets." Wren threatened him, raising her wrench to show she meant business.

"Right." Finn swallowed heavily. "See ya."

"Wait." Raven called right as he went to leave the tent. Wren was a little surprised and so was Finn as he turned around. "We're good. We're good. We are. I just want you to be happy."

"Whoa! Guys! Fire!" Someone suddenly yelled from outside, catching the three's attention.

They all took off outside, instantly seeing the meat house in flames.

"This is all your fault. We told you it was too much wood!" Murphy yelled, stalking towards a boy.

"Get the hell away from me." The boy snapped but Murphy didn't listen, choosing to punch him instead.

"Hey! Hey!" Bellamy yelled, leaving his sisters side and trying to break the two apart. "Hey, Stop! Save it for the Grounders." Bellamy ordered after officially pulling them apart.

"Bell, now what the hell are we gonna do? That was all the food." Octavia worried. Bellamy ran a stressed hand over his face, sharing a look with Clarke.

Wren realized with a sigh that they literally had no idea either.

"Come on, we've got more bullets to make." Raven said softly after a minute, and with one last worried look towards Bellamy, Wren followed Raven back into the tent.

•••

"Where's Raven?" Bellamy asked, stepping into in bullet tent. Wren looked up.

"Her tent I think? Said she needed a break." Wren shrugged. Bellamy nodded and gestured for her to follow him, which she did.

"We need more ammo." Bellamy said the moment he entered Raven's tent. The owner of the tent was currently shoving things into a bag.