Title: Bottom of a Bottle
Author: untapdtreasure
Rating: T (for language)
Summary: The minute that her name left his lips, he saw the dark-haired mechanics eyes grow hard, and there was a shake to her head in opposition.
A/N: When I recieve prompts at my roleplay tumblrs, I make them into drabbles. I've never written Raven before so I hope my version of her didn't suck too much.

Marcus took a deep breath as he approached the church in which the prisoners were being kept. He hated to see his people locked up like criminals. They were the furthest thing from it in his mind. They had left Wonkru wanting a better life.

A free life.

He pushed open the door and searched the room for the one person in which he thought could make a difference. His eyes landed on her, and he quickly approached. "Raven," his voice was just a little louder than a whisper.

Raven turned, meeting his eyes and immediately going soft. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Please tell me you have a plan to get us out all out of here."

He pulled back, searching her eyes. "I'm working on it. I promise. Right now, I need your help. It's Abby." The minute that her name left his lips, he saw the dark-haired mechanics eyes grow hard, and there was a shake to her head in opposition. "Raven, please, I don't know what else to do. I've tried..."

"Last time I tried helping an addict, she died," Raven's voice was distant. She wanted nothing at all to do with Abby. Not after what she'd done to her. "Do you know what she did to me?"

He took her by both arms. "It's not her. It's those goddamn pills," he seethed.

She met his eyes. "I know. Until she's ready to get help, there's nothing we can do. I'm sorry, Kane." She pulled out of his grasp and returned to her cot and to Echo. "Now please leave."

He started to protest when Echo stood. He held up his hand, showing that he understood and that he would comply. "Just think about it, Raven. Please?"

She refused to look at him or even speak as he urged her to reconsider. She had no desire to help the woman that she had put so much trust in and that had broken her trust so completely with the push of a button all because of a bottle of pills.