Even In The Grave, All Is Not Lost

Not A Prisoner

A/N: let the sea mechanic begin!

So this is set after 4.5 but before 4.6 (so Luna and Raven haven't had their whole miracle of the sea moment yet)

. . .

"Are we done for today?"

Luna's voice intruded on the quiet of the lab, an unwelcome interruption to Raven's ever-fraying concentration. She lost the thread of one thought, sighed, closed her eyes and tried to find it again.

Nothing.

Damn it.

She raised her head to focus on the source of her problem just in time to catch Abby shifting uneasily.

The doctor hesitated - likely reluctant for the day to indeed be 'done' when they had so precious little time left to accomplish a miracle cure - but ultimately nodded.

Luna's expression remained somewhat impassive. "Then I'm going outside for a while."

Abby's eyes widened slightly and Raven gave up, abandoning her tablet. She could already tell this wasn't going to play out smoothly.

"I don't know if that's a good idea. We don't know if A.L.I.E. set up any other traps."

That was true but Raven knew it also wasn't the main reason for Abby's objection. She was worried about what Luna might do outside the confines of the lab or mansion when left to her own devices.

Worried she might not come back.

But Raven was confident that even if Luna did consider leaving again she wouldn't actually act on it. She seemed like the kind of person that put a lot of weight behind the decisions and promises they made and stuck to their word. And she'd made her choice that day on the dock, once she had finally been given the freedom to make one.

As long as they didn't go back on their end of the bargain, Luna wouldn't go back on hers. Of this, she was almost certain.

Raven didn't like the lack of surprise on her face at Abby's words, though, like this was exactly the kind of response she'd been expecting. Not when Raven had put so much effort into convincing Luna that her participation in their little humanity-saving mission was entirely at her discretion.

No way Abby was going to undo all her good work.

"Come on, Abby," Raven spoke up when she'd waited too long for Luna to respond. It unsettled her that she hadn't said anything, hadn't fought back.

She knew that Luna was more than capable of standing up for herself and speaking her mind. She'd been on the receiving end of it, after all. So Raven didn't really know what to make of the fact that she wasn't choosing to do so now.

Unsurprised and resigned was the expression she wore.

Raven hated it.

Abby turned to her, surprised at the interruption but open to whatever she had to say - whether she would listen to any of it was another matter.

Griffin women were stubborn. And tended to think they knew best.

The fact that sometimes they did only increased their conviction of this.

(it could be annoying as hell)

"She's been stuck inside for days," Raven reasoned. "She didn't grow up on the Ark, she's not used to this like us."

She'd noticed that, in between Luna's meditations - she seemed to have some sort of daily routine for them but Raven hadn't yet been able to pin down a schedule, from her perspective it seemed to be entirely random - it was becoming more and more obvious that she was growing increasingly close to all but climbing the walls. Luna hadn't said anything but Raven could tell that she didn't feel comfortable inside the stark white setting of Becca's lab where she spent most of her time.