There was heavy clinking throughout the drop ship and not the good kind that Raven boasted about when she finally got something to work. No. In fact, it was the complete opposite. It shouldn't come as a surprise though. Things had been going to shit ever since you got to Earth. Raven gave up a few minutes ago, claiming to need some air or something along those lines. You couldn't blame her. Part of the drop ship had fried, so you were underneath, trying to fix it. 'Trying' being the keyword. It wouldn't have ended up that way if people had stopped trying to fix it themselves and just called for you or Raven. Soldering was the hardest part, considering you didn't have a soldering iron or anything that would heat the metal up to melt things together. Wires were sticking out everywhere as well—although that was Raven's doing.

Parts had come loose, some parts were even missing, which was odd considering they wouldn't have been useful on their own. But, then again, some of the delinquents were thieves, it wouldn't have mattered what it was as long as they could take it and discretely carry it away, they would take it. That pissed you off more than anything. You were just trying to help, which you voiced multiple times, on multiple various occasions, but they just didn't seem to allow that information to go through their thick skulls. They should have just been floated. Granted, you should have been as well, setting a fire on the Ark wasn't the smartest decision you've ever made, but it's one you now had to live with. You weren't one to judge. But you did anyway.

"Hey," Raven spoke as she dropped back down to where you were.

"I'm going to kill everyone," you murmured, hissing as a wire shocked you.

"That bad, huh?"

With a sigh, you turned your head back to look at her. "What the hell does someone need a broken circuit board for?"

"They break it?" Raven moved closer, looking at what you were trying to fix.

"Yeah, I mean, maybe." You shrugged. "I wasn't a designer for this thing, I definitely wasn't part of the assembly team, but if I'm betting on it, this didn't break on its own. More things would be broken if that was the case, but no, it's just this one goddamn circuit."

"Any clue what was on it?"

"Maybe something someone could use as a shiv, but it's a long shot at best."

"Okay, well, do you want me to shake some answers out of people?" Raven suggested, holding her hand out in the air as if weighing possible options.

Another sigh left your lips. "How about you beat the answers out of them."

Raven grinned. "I like it when you're feisty."

"Ha, ha." You rolled your eyes, picking up a spare screw driver.

"I'll get on it."

"Thanks," you mumbled, no longer listening as you unscrewed a panel loose, gritting your teeth at the burnt wires. "Perfect."

-

What had felt like days, but was really a few hours, had long passed over. But, of course, you weren't really keeping track of time. Instead, you had managed to get a few unburnt panels back up and running, somewhat, smoothly, while others just seemed too far gone to even attempt to fix, or even look at. There wasn't much time to celebrate as the small torch you were using continued to flicker and dim, meaning you'd have to go back up at some point and scavenge for batteries or something to charge the other ones with.

Raven had managed to find a few things, coming back down to see you with some bloodied circuit boards and knuckles, which she simply shrugged about when you asked how she got them. They helped, to some extent. The circuit boards, not her bloodied knuckles. A yawn managed to escape your lips, but you shook it off and opened your eyes wider, trying to get as much done as possible before the light completely failed you.

Another shock entered your body, and another yelp exited your body. A few strings of curse words followed as you tried not to punch the wall you tried so hard to fix. Raven tried persuading you to try tomorrow when you weren't as fired up or as aggravated, but her words fell on deaf ears as you continued anyway. She even suggested taking over from you, but you knew she would take more breaks than she would actually be doing the job, considering it wasn't that vital, but it was still important enough to get it done relatively quickly.

Raven dropped back down but stayed silent as you swore again, shaking your hand before rubbing your eyes. "Hey, Reyes, could you pass me the other screwdriver?"

"I would," Clarke started, "if I was Raven. But I'm not."

You turned your head to look at her. "Hey, C, what are you doing down here?"

"The sun set almost three hours ago. The real question is what are you still doing down here?"

"It did?"

She hummed. "Yeah."

"I didn't know."

"I gathered that much." She chuckled quietly, having to bend down in the crawl space. "Everyone else who isn't on the wall has gone to sleep, maybe you should too."

"Not until the light goes out." You shook your head. "I'm fine, Clarke, really."

"So, you say, but Raven has told me otherwise." She tilted her head. "How many times have you shocked yourself."

"Uh—"

"See. If you have to think about it, then clearly it's time for you to get some rest."

"C, I'm fine."

"You can continue tomorrow morning when you don't need a torch to see, and when your body doesn't want to collapse and sleep down here where the air is full of dirt and drop ship petrol fumes."

"Do you... ever take a break from being a doctor?"

"I'm not saying this as your doctor, I'm saying this as your friend."

You hummed this time, leaning over to pick up the screwdriver yourself, turning back around as you spoke, "Yeah, I'll leave as soon as I'm done here."

Clarke groaned, shuffling her way over to you, taking the small screwdriver from your hand. "Oh, look, you're done."

A chuckle left your lips. "C, I don't think that's how it works."

"Staying up without fresh air, decent amount of sunlight exposure, food, water, or even a small break isn't how the human body works."

Clarke took hold of your upper arm, dragging you outside of the crawl space, making you pull yourself up to the lower level of the drop ship before she followed you, closing the latch. "You left my torch on."

"It already went out," she told you as she took hold of your arm again, this time with both of her hands, making her way over to her tent.

"Uh, Clarke, my tent's the other way." You pointed behind you, glancing back.

"You'll just wake Miller up if you go there now, you know he's not much of a heavy sleeper."

"Right," you mumbled for the umpteenth time that day, ducking under the tent flap before you stood in the middle of her tent.

"Lay down."

"I'm not tired, Clarke."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't need you to believe me," you laughed out. "I'm going back to work."

"No!" Clarke stood in front of the tent flap.

"C." You looked down at her smaller figure, raising an eyebrow.

When you tried to move around her she simply moved back in front of you. "I said no."

"C," you repeated, attempting to leave on the other side of the tent flap when she pushed you back. "Clarke." You could help but laugh when you breathed out your words.

"Lay down."

"Clarke—"

"Don't make me repeat myself, please. Just... lay down with me."

You cleared your throat, looking at her. You couldn't help but notice the dark bags underneath her own eyes, or the way her lips had been chewed at almost religiously due to the stress she had been put under. You raised your arms, surrendering. "Alright, alright," your voice lowered and almost turned into a whisper. "I'll lay down," you told her quietly as you moved to sit down on her bed, pulling your shoes off as Clarke smiled faintly, finally glad to have you all by herself for once—considering it seemed to be an event that happened once every blue moon with you working with Raven and her acting as the camp doctor and voice of reason.

"Thank you," she called out to you and you laid down, watching as she crawled next to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, laying her head on your shoulder.

"Yeah, well..." You cleared your throat again. "I-I probably needed this."

You could feel the corners of Clarke's lips tug upwards into a shy smile as she squeezed you gently. You finally allowed yourself to close your eyes, settling in on the makeshift bed, breathing out heavily as you finally fell asleep.