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There had been two times in Raven’s life that she had wished that she could see colours. The first was when she was a child and she realised that she loved Finn. She had wished that she could be the one to give him colour and that he in turn could give it to her. But alas that was not the case. Not that it mattered, it was a foolish childish desire. Honestly, she lived in fucking space! She didn't need colour, around her was the vast expanse of blackness that stretched out to oblivion, dotted with pinpricks of light. The Ark itself was grey, a metal ship orbiting the Earth which she wasn't ever supposed to set foot on in her lifetime. Well, not if she had anything to say about it.
The reality of the situation was that being able to see in colour, was a quirk, a cool party trick that only a few among them had. There were over twenty-six hundred people on the arc and maybe five percent of them could see in colour. That being said, it would be really fucking useful to be able to see some colour right about now.
Raven growled in frustration as she stared at the two wires before her. She was 98% sure that one was green and the other was blue, but to her they just looked grey and lighter grey. They could literally be any colour, red, yellow, fuchsia. She was pretty sure fuchsia was a colour, she vaguely remembered reading about it in a book somewhere. Not that she ever really bothered to learn the names of colours she would never see. Unfortunately for her, the wires she was holding were so old that the markers that would indicate their colours had been long worn away. Which was a problem as she needed to know what the wires were so she could make the drop pod she was currently working on make it through Earth's atmosphere. She was Raven fucking Reyes, she would not be undone by two stupid grey wires.
She considered that she could just connect them and hope for the best, she was a genius after all, the chances of her being right were very high. On the other hand, it would seem that whatever deities existed out there had nerfed her with chronic bad luck. Her mom, Finn being in prison, getting roped into this mess. She was probably, maybe, definitely cursed. So the chances of her causing a rather large explosion by connecting the wires was also a possibility. Alternatively she could connect them and nothing would happen. Although at this point Raven would almost rather the explosion, at least then something would happen.
But no, she couldn’t afford to make a mistake, she needed to get to Finn, they protected each other and getting herself blown up was not a helpful option. With a frustrated sigh Raven set the wires down and stretched, she would have to wait for Abby to come, she could see in colour and would be able to tell her what she was dealing with. Raven stared at the wires forlornly lamenting over her current situation. The whole situation with seeing the world in shades of grey had apparently been less of an issue in the old world. No one understood why only a few people on the Ark had their soulmates living among them. Not that it mattered, it wasn’t like the people who were on the ship even knew who their other half really was.
That was the problem with living in an enclosed space with a set population for your entire life. You might not know everyone, but you see everyone. Most people who can see in colour developed it when they were too young to know who the person they saw that gave them colour even was. It's a quirk, like being double jointed. Abby saw her soulmate as a child and was too young to know who they were, she married Jake who only saw in grey and when he was floated she still saw in colour. That's just how it was on the Ark. Soulmates and colours didn't matter in space, everyone was too busy trying not to die. They were the last of humanity, survival was all that mattered.
That being said, being able to see just a smidge of colour right now would be useful.
“How are things going?”
Raven was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of Abby entering the room, a concerned expression on her face. Time was really of the essence, the longer they stayed in the Ark the more likely it was the people they loved on the ground could die. If they were even still alive that is. Abby believed Clarke was alive, and Raven could do no less than hold out the same hope for Finn.
“Some of the markers on the wires have been worn off, I don't know what colour they're supposed to be.” Raven said pointing to the mess of wires sticking out of the side of the pod.
Abby nodded and walked over to the wires picking up on Raven’s unasked request for help. “This one is blue and this one is green.” Abby said pointing to the two wires Raven had been wrestling with moments before.
Raven smirked, she had been right. Still it was never bad to have someone check your work. Sinclair was always telling her that. Not that she ever needed to, she was a genius after all. Still, it never hurt to play nice with others.
“How much longer until the pod is ready to leave?” Abby asked fiddling with a loose wire nervously.
“Well, now that we have the pressure regulator, I just need to finish some more of the wiring to make sure the pod doesn't explode when it enters the atmosphere. So two more days at the most.” Raven estimated.
Abby nodded, taking a deep breath. “Good, then all that's left to do is go down there…” she trailed off a distant look on her face.
Raven snorted. “Yeah good thing the hard part will be over by then.”
Abby’s lips twitched in a smile her attempt at a joke. Abby patted Raven on the shoulder as she made to leave. “Keep up the good work, and let me know if anything else comes up. We’ll see them soon Raven.”
Raven smiled and nodded getting back to work with her wiring. As Abby left, Raven looked down at the necklace Finn made her and smiled.