hi!! :) congrats on your milestone! you so deserve it, beautiful, you have one of the best blogs i follow 💚 idk if you’re still taking the little drabble requests but if you are, can i have something involving jordan & whichever member of spacekru you chose? my sad little heart needs family fluff 😭
I know I started this celebration like 7 months ago but then life happened and I never finished it. So here is your prompt fill. More than half a year late. Oops. 💖 (And probably a lot angstier than you wanted, yikes, that was not where this was going when I started writing it)
“Hey,” Jordan says softly, stepping into the room that Raven had been allocated. They’ve been on this new planet - moon, for all of half a day and it’s already the same shit that it has been since Raven left the Ark. Over 100 years ago. Fighting, for their lives, their friends, their survival. Murphy had already died. So much for ‘do better.’
“Hi,” Raven says. She doesn’t look up, eyes trained on the tiny plastic motorcycle in her hands. The one Shaw had left with her before he came down. Before he’d been killed.
“Keep it,” he grinned, when she had tried to hand it back. “Give it back when I come up to get you.”
“Be safe,” she said, kissing him quickly. He was about to take her friends down into the uncharted land below. “Look after them.”
But he didn’t come back for her. And when she got down herself, he’d been killed.
“I’m sorry about Shaw,” Jordan says, stepping into the room. She can tell he’s unsure. He’d only ever known two people in his whole life. Another two people she’d lost.
“Me too,” Raven says quietly, closing her fist around the motorcycle. Little pieces of it dig into her hands, but she can’t bring herself to care. Not when she’s missing him so much.
“Mum and dad spoke really highly of him,” Jordan says. Raven’s not sure she wants to hear this. But she doesn’t have the energy to stop him. “They said cryo was his idea.”
“It was,” Raven agrees. There’s no emotion in her voice.
“They said he was a really good man,” he continues, either oblivious to her reluctance to converse or not caring. “I wish I got to know him better.”
“So do I,” Raven whispers. Her voice cracks this time because she barely knew him. But she cared about him so much. They’d only known each other for a few weeks but they went through so much together. And she tried to ignore it, tried not to fall for him, but she did. And losing him, so soon after Monty and Harper, had broken her.
“I just wanted to tell you that,” Jordan says softly, reaching a hand out towards her and pulling it back. “Do you ugh - do you want me to leave?”
“You don’t have to,” she says softly, remembering he’s in mourning too. She doesn’t want to push him away. Not when he doesn’t really have anyone. “You can hang out.”
“Thanks,” he says, dropping down on a chair opposite the bed she’s laying on.
“What else did they tell you?” She asks. Monty and Harper would have been such good parents. It breaks her heart that she didn’t get to watch them do it. That she didn’t get to see Jordan grow up.
“Oh everything,” Jordan says, a hint of the excitement she recognises from when they were still on the Eligius ship back in his voice. “You guys were my heroes growing up.”
He tells her that Monty and Harper were very honest in the stories they told him. He knew the facts, they didn’t sugarcoat anything. They told him they’d all done bad things to survive. They taught him to be better. Hearing the words come from Jordan but sounding so like the two friends she lost, finally brings a small smile to her face.
She’s hurting. But it’s helping.
