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Heavy Hearts - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty-Two

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Summary: It took Pike less than 24 hours after being elected Chancellor for things to go downhill. And Michelle's relationship with Bellamy was one of those things that quickly withered, for the sole reason that he chose the wrong side, thinking Pike was giving him a purpose; to help protect their people. To them, that meant starting trouble, maybe even causing a war, with the Grounders...

Words: 7k

Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (episode 5 “Hakeldama”; episode 6 "Bitter Harvest"), blood, mention of mass killing, emotional distress, nervous breakdown, grief, betrayal

It had barely been a day since Pike took the lead at Arkadia and the group of nine of his minions, including Bellamy, were returning from their mission to exterminate the 300 Grounders who were stationed nearby to protect them. Michelle was outside of the Ark ring, drinking from a flask which concealed inside alcohol she had taken from the bar in the hangar last night. The last time she found herself drinking a whole bottle was when Murphy left with Jaha, a good three months ago. She was just so over it she didn’t know how to deal with the conflicting emotions within her. Her feelings for Bellamy, which she had tried to bury after it became too much for her, came into conflict with her frustration with the fact that he let Pike use him like this. Seeing the gate open and Pike’s group walk in, she stared at Bellamy who walked at the front. His bulletproof vest was covered in blood. She looked around, sliping her flask in her pocket and she moved closer to her father and Abby who were watching the comers with just as much shock on their faces. Everyone in the area had their eyes on them. It wasn’t just Bellamy who had blood everywhere, it was all of them. Octavia ran up to her brother, understandably worried but he seemed to kind of just brush her off, not even glancing at her, trying to be imperturbable. Or at least she hoped it was an act because it would mean he was beginning to understand and see what was wrong with all this.

“Lock it up.” Pike ordered the gate closed at he brought up the rear of the group. Bellamy had stopped in the middle of the ground, his head tilted forward, his gaze shifting around until he met Michelle’s. At the same time, Pike jumped on a stage, calling for everyone’s attention. Michelle crossed her arms, almost in sync with her father next to her. “Twenty-four hours ago, you elected me your Chancellor. Every action I’ve taken since, and every action I will take, will be to achieve one sacred goal. The creation of a self-sustaining, prosperous, and safe Arkadia.”

“Yeah.” The crowd agreed.

“This morning, on a muddy field, our people paid tribute to those who have been taken from us by sending a message to the Grounders. This land is ours now.” People cheered loudly, under the judgemental eye of Michelle as she frowned. Pike looked like a madman to her, speaking in such a fierce tone. “Resist, and you will be met by force. Fight and you will be greeted by death. Today is a new beginning. Mark it down, remember it just like the Grounders will remember it.”

As the cheering increased, Pike walked down and his group followed him, Bellamy at his heels as they walked past Michelle, Kane and Abby. This time no glances were exchanged between the two young people, and she just stared at them, gripping her arms tighter.

“No wounded.” Abby nodded quietly. “10 against 300 and there’s no wounded. How’s that possible?”

“10 with automatic rifles against 300 with swords, spears, and bows. Take down the archers and the rest of them will drop like flies.” Michelle said in a sigh. Her father and Abby looked at her. She was quick to understand how Pike, Bellamy and the others had gone about exterminating the Grounders. Get rid of the ones protecting the camp, the others with their blades won't stand a chance in front of bullets coming at them. While Abby headed to the infirmary, Kane and Michelle slipped away into a dimly lit corridor of the Ark ring with Octavia. With no one around, it was time to make a move. Kane informed the two girls that Indra had signaled and wanted to meet, meaning she had survived the massacre orchestrated earlier and he gave this mission to Octavia. He lifted a panel on the wall and gave her the direction to the crawlspace door, dropping her right outside the camp wall. She didn’t need much more convincing and slipped right in. An alarm went off as an announcement called for Kane to go to the Chancellor’s office. He closed the panel and turned to Michelle.

“I’ll go see Pike. Go to Abby and stay out of his sight. We don’t know what he will do next.”

“But—”

“Michelle, please. Listen to me.” She let out a sigh and nodded before heading to the infirmary outside, after asking her father to try and knock some sense into Bellamy if he came across the latter, and he left for Pike’s office. As she walked away, she realized how much their relationship had grown in less than a year. If he had asked her to listen to him back on the Ark, she would have spit in his face, which she did and there she was, barely rolling her eyes at the request and obliging. It may also have had to do with the fact that she was forced by circumstances to mature more quickly, even though she was only 18 years old. She was somewhat of a brat and very much insecure before she was put in solitary confinement but being thrown into the real world, having to take decisions for her survival as well as that of her friends, it really pushed her to being more of an adult when she had barely left adolescence. Now, she also had a parent to support and guide her through all of this when all of the young romances she got into ever only fucked her up even more. It didn’t mean she would always be so complient, otherwise she wouldn’t have sneaked out of that cave with Bellamy, ending up with a concussion and bedridden for days.

She casually exited the ring, tucking her hair behind her ears, and tying it as she headed towards the infirmary. She walked around the gigantic structure from the outside since she had thought, if Bellamy was somewhere, it was where Pike was, and that would be inside. She really didn’t want to see him right now. She walked across the camp and noticed that the gate was open. Curious, she turned away from her original path to go see what was going on. Though she knew her father had specifically asked her to go to Abby, it made her think of why he was so worried. It probably had to do with the fact that even if she could be mature at times, he was aware that she was still young and could be reckless and if she happened to behave in a reckless manner in front of Pike, it would be purely for provocation and that could get her in trouble. Pike wasn’t the annoying Earth skills teacher that he was on the ark, he was the new Chancellor, and he was aggressive. And because she wasn’t scared of him, it could enrage his followers and put her in danger, which Kane wouldn’t let happen. Maybe knowing that she was kind of protected, no matter what she would do, made her a little more confident and more daring when it came to Pike.

She slowed down, eventually coming to a halt and watched the Arkadia guards walk outside the campgrounds. She saw someone with their face covered up and only the eyes visible. Another man was standing there, his hands up. She squinted her eyes, moving to the side to get a better sight and she almost lost her balance, tripping on her foot when she recognized Jaha. It made her look for Murphy, thinking it might be there as well but there was only Jaha and the other veiled stranger. She watched the group of men talk, unable to hear anything they were saying because of the distance but she quickly felt the friendly reunion turned quite hostile when the guards’ interest fell on his companion and the weird bag he was carrying. One went to snatch it from the latter, and they fell to the ground, fighting. Jaha yelled his name as a gunshot went off. The man rolled off the guard onto the ground, his hand still stretched out to the bag before he rolled on his back. The former Chancellor, troubled by the sudden violence walked to the Farm Station guy that came up to him and retrieved his bag while they called out for a medic. Michelle tightened her lips, looking at the man lying on the ground. All she could think of was that since Pike had taken command, the guards were much more reactive, quick to shoot those whose faces they didn’t like. Those being exclusively Grounders, of course. Jaha kneeled next to his friend, telling him a few words, and hugging him as his body stopped twitching. She was taken out of her contemplation when Abby walked past her.

The man was carried away while Jaha and Abby entered Arkadia. Jaha saw Michelle standing there and for some reason, he seemed pleasantly surprised to see her. She just looked back at him; a little sad Murphy wasn’t with him. There was something about Jaha that bothered her, and it was the same than months before, when he left. He was acting too peaceful, smiling at her as if they were friends. Well, she did use to be very good friends with his late son, but she had never been as close to him as Clarke was. He faced her and patted her shoulders, being all too friendly for her taste. She wasn’t even sure a greeting made its way out of her mouth. This awkward reunion was quickly over, and she followed them to the infirmary.

“Where’s John? I thought you left together.” She asked him once Abby was done telling Jaha about all that had happened recently. Jaha chuckled at her eagerness to know the boy’s whereabouts. She glanced away, brushing her hand over her hair.

“Don’t worry about John, Michelle. That boy is a fighter. That might be one of the few things you two have in common.” His smile was meant to be warm and reassuring but she didn't like Jaha's new behavior since he became obsessed with this city of lights thing. Abby continued the conversation. Michelle began to walk back and forth next to them before seeing her father come in from the other side of the room. She instantly wondered what he and Pike had talked about. He looked at her and gave her a smile. Unsurprisingly, she received his smile much better than Jaha’s.

“And the others? You left with 12 people, Thelonious.” When Kane walked past his daughter, he saw Jaha and stopped in his tracks, shocked at the man sudden reappanrance in Arkadia, which was still named Camp Jaha, not too long ago. The two men shared a hug.

“Where’s your uniform?” Abby wondered, seeing he wasn’t wearing his black jacket anymore. Michelle hadn’t even noticed it.

“Pike just relieved me of my command. Stripped Lincoln of his commission.” He looked back at Jaha. “You always did have good timing.”

“Abby caught me up. I’m sorry about the election, Marcus.” It was a little weird for Michelle to hear her father’s name said outloud. Nowadays she called him dad but for 18 years of her life, she had called him by his last name, and it was the only other denomination that made sense in her head. She sometimes wondered about how Kane would have been her last name if her mother didn’t keep from him the fact, he was her child’s father.

“Forget the election.” He brushed it off. “The war you predicted the day you left is about to happen.”

“Ask him where he’s been.” Abby chimed in.

“I found the City of Light.” Michelle frowned at his claim. She just thought it was complete bullshit and her father was a little dumbfounded too.

“Well, that’s great. Isn’t it?” His slow and unsure delivery gave away his doubts regarding the topic.

“Ask his friend, Otan.” The Grounder that was shot outside the camp was wrapped up in a sheet, on a bed in front of them. The blood stain above the bullet wound had stopped spreading by now. “Apparently, he’s there right now.”

“I don’t blame you for doubting, Abby. I know how it sounds. But it is real, and it is incredible.”

“More like unbelievable.” Michelle let out, raising her eyebrows.

“One day you’ll be able to go there and see how wonderful it is.” He turned his head back to Kane, looking at the old Chancellor with doubt flooding his eyes. “Everything that you worry about now, war, power, none of it matters in the City of Light.”

“I heard you were here, Sir.” Hannah, Monty’s mother came up from behind Kane and went to shake hands with Jaha. Michelle began to wonder which sides he would take.

“And I heard you made it, Hannah. I’m so glad.”

“Chancellor Pike would like to speak with you.”

“We’ll finish this later.” His face looked much more serious as his gaze passed over Kane, Michelle, and Abby. The young woman watched him walk away from the corner of her eyes. A moment after Kane had left, Pike and a whole bunch of guards, with Bellamy among them, stormed in the infirmary. A soldier ripped the blanket off a woman lying on a bed. Michelle stood there, upset at what she was witnessing. She tried to lay low like her father asked. A guard pushed her out of the way, almost making her fall over. She stumbled, clinging to a bed’s iron frame next to her and holding herself against it so as not to be pushed again.

“Grounders, on your feet, line up now.”

“What are you doing? These are sick people.” Abby turned to Pike, outraged. “You can’t just throw them out into the cold.”

“We’re not. They’re being interned.” He explained to her as Michelle approached. Bellamy stared into the void and they both ignored each other.

“What?” Abby turned around when she heard someone hurriedly coming in. That’s when Bellamy decided to open his mouth.

“Lincoln, you don’t want to be here right now.”

“We asked them to come here.”

“We can’t spare the supplies.” Lincoln quickly looked away when a friend of his was being sat up on her bed, to be taken outside like the others. One of Pike’s dogs faced him, his hand on the gun at his belt. The woman grunted.

“She’s too sick to move.” He growled.

“Looks like she’s moving just fine to me.” Bellamy stepped in, telling him to back off and turned to Jackson, wanting to know why he even brought the Grounder here. At the same time, the sick woman they were forcing to stand up fell to the ground, groaning in pain as she was indeed too weak and sick to move. She needed more rest, but Pike and his minions wouldn’t let her. With a single punch, Lincoln put the man to the ground and Abby stretched her arm out in front of Michelle, moving her behind her. But the first hit wasn’t enough, and Lincoln bent over, grabbing him by his jacket and repeatedly punching his face. Blood spurted on the ground.

“Lincoln—” Bellamy tried to pull him off him, but he received a punch and fell backwards. Michelle let out a gasp and widened her eyes. She tried to take a step forward, but Abby held her behind her back.

“Lincoln.” The girl called out to him as Bellamy as he continued to walk towards Bellamy once the latter had gotten up. She might be on the same side as him, but she couldn’t deny she still had feelings for him. She was more frustrated rather than angry at him because she thought him siding with Pike made him look like a stupid sheep. Abby didn’t let go of her but she walked in front of the doctor and called out to him louder. They looked to the side and Pike had stepped forward, holding his gun low in front him, pointed at the girl at the feet of the bed.

“He goes with them.” Pike declared and motioned his head for his men to take him away as well. Michelle watched them handcuff him and swallowed bitterly. Her eyes shifted back to Bellamy, and they looked at each other, both a little unsettled.

“Sorry we had to do this the hard way.” Abby turned to Pike, anger in her eyes and she tightened her grasp on Michelle’s arm before leaving, dragging her out of the infirmary. She only broke the eye contact with Bellamy as they crossed the door’s threshold. As long as he was with Pike, he wasn’t the one she used to know. Michelle had no idea what Abby had in mind leading her down this maze of hallways until the two women found Kane. The doctor quickly explained the situation to him, and the small group no longer had many options available to them; They had to leave Arkadia before it was too late, and before Pike decided to get lock them up or get rid of them like he did the Grounders. News to Michelle, Clarke had been sneaked into camp by Octavia, who they sent for after she left her to talk to Bellamy alone. A few minutes later, while Kane, Abby and Michelle waited in front of the amovible panel to the crawlspace, Octavia and Clarke came running to them. The latter threw herself in her mother’s arms. Seeing her childhood friend after so long had Michelle a little taken aback until the blonde drew her into a hug.

“We know what happened. We know what Pike did. Is there anything we can do to prevent a retaliation?”

“Abby, hurry.” Kane urged her. He had their way out ready.

“We came here to give them Pike.” Octavia stated.

“He’s the duly elected Chancellor. Our people knew what they were voting for. Besides, he has the guards and all the guns. Can’t get close to him.”

“And that’s not the way we do things.” Abby added.

“Then maybe it’s time we changed the way we do things.” As Octavia spoke, a voice rang from the speakers in the camp, announcing a security breach. A lockdown was commencing and if they wanted to get out, their time was running out. “What about Lincoln?”

“You want to help him?” Kane pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. It was a radio. “The range isn’t great. Stay close and wait for me to contact you. Go.”

“You’re staying here?” Michelle took a step towards her father before following Clarke inside the opening. The latter was having a quick talk with her mother as well. Both wished their parents would come with them.

“Go with Octavia and Clarke, I’ll contact you.” He put his hand on her shoulder.

“I won’t be of any use to them. I’m staying here with you… it’s not safer outside.” She argued quietly and he sighed, feeling that he couldn’t really convince her to leave this time. He might be afraid about Pike, but she was really set on staying with her father inside the camp. And she felt like she would be a liability to Octavia out there. She was a survivor who knew the ways of the Grounders and Michelle was just a girl whose dad wanted far away from the unpredictable Chancellor. He looked at her with worry and drew her into a hug.

“Just stay away from Pike.” She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t promise not to talk to Bellamy if she crossed paths with him. Once Abby and Clarke said their goodbyes for now, they broke their embrace and Kane closed the panel. As her face disappeared in the dark crawlspace, Michelle and Clarke stared at each other. They would meet again once things settled down and it would be a real reunion this time around. Clarke had to go meet up with Lexa and it would probably take her until nightfall to reach the Commander. Michelle kept a low profile, staying in her room until the sun rose the next day and she thought, for just a second, that she had woken up in Bellamy’s room like that night when she kept him company after Gina's death. They had fallen asleep, sat on the floor and she woke up to the realization that he had carried her onto his bed.

She stood up and went straight to take a shower, letting the water run down her face as she stared into the void. It felt as if everything was hitting her at the same time after all those months, her mother’s death, her fling with Murphy and his departure, the complicated beginnings of her relationship with her newly found dad and the romance she could have had with Bellamy and which she threw away, and now, he was siding with one of the few people she despised. After a few seconds, she felt her face twist into a pout as she tried to fight her urge to cry, letting out a whimper. She crouched, wrapping her arm around her knees, and put a hand on her mouth and began to sob like a child, strands of her waterlogged hair sticking to her face. She was crying like a child who had just lost her mother and was left alone with her thoughts and feelings for too long. Having to survive, she was actively trying to suppress all of it, to stay focused but after keeping it all to herself and never talking about it, she couldn’t help but break down in tears where no one could see her.

Her head was hurting quite a bit after bawling her eyes out for almost ten minutes straight. She tried to put a wet cloth on her eyes for a moment, to lessen the redness and swelling but she eventually left and went to the infirmary to help Abby around. Her hair was still damp, and she slicked them back to have them out of her face. She walked out of her room, putting on her jacket, not really paying attention to her surroundings. Her mind was still clouded by the overflow of feelings of mourning and grief. Without Clarke, or even Murphy, she felt especially lonely and even though she wanted to go to her father right now and just cry in his arms, she thought they had more urgent things to do. She, once again, set aside her feelings and focus on everything else. Until the next breakdown.

Michelle wanted to go and stay in the hangar, to have a drink and be alone but still somewhat surrounded by a few people, but she took a detour through the infirmary. Her headache didn't seem to want to leave her and every step she took as well as the slightest attempt at looking around made her grind her teeth. She passed Raven as she entered while the latter was leaving the room. The mechanic gave her a smile that was strangely friendly, and she seemed at her best, despite her bad leg. Michelle stopped in her tracks and watched her walk away for a second. She would have thought that the injury completely prevented to walk without wincing but there she was, acting like all her pain was gone, as if by magic. She looked away, wondering what it was that helped her and whatever it was, it tempted her. She turned back to Abby, standing by the bed Raven had sat up from. The doctor was writing down a few things on a notepad and she raised her head when she noticed someone approaching.

“Are you okay?” She rushed to look at her face more closely, illuminating her pupils with a small flashlight, worried to see her so tired and had her sit down on the bed. “Your eyes are quite swollen, and your pupils are a little dilated.”

“I’m fine, I just—” She had no idea why this blatant lie even came out of her mouth, but Abby was no fool, and it was apparently obvious that she had been crying. Her attempt to subside the redness around her eyes had been in vain.

“Well, you’re not fine if you came to see me. Did you sleep last night?”

“Yeah, but not very well. I woke up with a migraine and my eyes hurt.” She said, glossing over the fact that her migraines and tension in her eyes was caused by her breakdown in the shower but she wouldn’t say it out loud and Abby guessed the cause of it anyway, though she didn’t have the reasons why she had cried. Or maybe she knew without the girl even saying a word, Abby had always been like a second mother to her, and she was her mother’s best friend. She brought her some eyedrops to try and help with the redness. Michelle leaned her head back, applying the product and closing her eyes before she was given a cold compress. She put it on her eyes. Since she was completely still, her migraine was more bearable and with her eyes blinded, she swallowed whatever medication Abby chose to give her. After a dozen minutes, she put it down and Abby checked her eyes again.

“You should be fine now.”

“The cold sure helped.” She stood up. “How’s Raven?”

“The pain in her leg is gone.”

“But you’re not convinced?”

“It’s not usual for pain to disappear so quickly.” Abby stated.

“Did she take something?” That was the question that burned her lips. She wanted to know what had relieved her so drastically. Michelle didn't have any physical pain comparable to hers, but it was mentally that she was hurting.

“She said Jaha gave her the key to the City of Light.” Michelle didn’t respond. She looked down, thinking. Despite doubting the existence of that utopic place that Jaha told them about, she wondered if taking the key could help her feel better. She might have felt tempted to take it but there was still some reluctance and wariness towards taking whatever that key was. The two women left for the hangar and walked up to Jasper who was observing Jaha in the distance. The latter stood tall, holding a tiny black pouch in his hands. A bunch of people were sitting in circle in front of him after queueing to receive what was probably the key Raven had told Abby about. The former Chancellor glanced at the trio but for some reason, Michelle felt he was looking at her specifically. Maybe he could see she was conflicted about the thing he promised.

“They seem pretty happy.” Jasper noted.

“Yeah. They sure do.” Abby nodded and crossed her arms, not convinced. Jaha eventually kneeled next to the others and closed his eyes. Michelle watched him, silent.

“A lot more of them today, too.”

“I know you’re tempted, but, let me figure out what it is, first. Okay?” Michelle’s gaze went straight to Abby, but the latter clearly didn’t think that she was tempted. Her question was directed to Jasper. After she left the room, she headed back towards the infirmary, but Michelle remained next to Jasper without moving, staring at the meditation that was taking place before their eyes. When Jasper turned his head towards her and asked if she was tempted too, she just shrugged and walked away towards the tables in the other corner of the hangar. She took a glass and rested her cheek on her fist, leaning on the table, looking in the direction of the large door. The truck sat there. She closed her eyes as she exhaled through her nose, resting a little until suddenly, the sounds of several people entering alerted her. Standing up, she saw Pike's group heading towards the vehicle, opening, and loudly moving around crates of weapons and ammo. Something was brewing. No doubt what had occupied her father all morning. She saw the latter walk up to them, trying to say a word to Bellamy before they left.

“That’s a lot of firepower.”

“Let’s hope we don’t need it.” The young man replied, to busy with said weapons to look at the former councilman. She didnd’t hear what her father asked but with Bellamy’s answer, she figured he enquired about what they were preparing for. She moved to a table closer, trying to ignore the stray noises of those who were busy around them. “Planning for our future.”

“You know that looks a lot like our past.” Her father’s voice was low and because of the distance between them she heard it as a whisper, but she managed to listen. She appreciated that he kept trying to talk to Bellamy, but it unsurprisingly fell on deaf ears. He always replied with a much louder and determined tone. It also seemed he didn’t even see the girl sitting in the background.

“We’re building a life here. Not trying to make peace with people who only understand war.”

“Damn right.” Monty’s mother agreed as she walked back and forth from the ammunitions’ crate to the car. Kane tried to talk to her as well, but she couldn’t care any less. She stood up as Bellamy called for the group to move out and she approached, descending the few steps that separated the garage area from the tables. Her father looked at her with disappointment on his face. She was just as bummed as him. Standing on the outside of the car, calling for the last of them to jump in as the latter said goodbye to Nate, he glanced at Kane and Michelle, his eyes lingering on her for a few more seconds before he moved on to their mission and got in. He slammed the rear door as the hangar slid open and she took a step forward, watching the car drive away. She didn’t even notice Nate leaving as her heart ached. She felt betrayed by Bellamy. Closing her eyes with a sigh, she turned around and the two of them left. He could tell that Michelle was particularly down today and as he walked with her down the hall, he placed a hand on her shoulder. They stopped in their tracks, and she just looked down at her hands. He didn’ need to ask her what was troubling her, it was easy to guess at least some of it had to do with Bellamy. She had never told her father that she liked the young man, the same way she didn’t tell him about Murphy, and he just saw the two of them together.

“Why does he side with Pike?” She mumbled.

“He’s convinced he’s doing the right thing.” She nodded and took a step forward, resting her head on her father's shoulder, who wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Her body shook with silent sobs as he stroked her back. She wished she had her mom to comfort her but at least she had him. While she found herself alone, without her friends, all busy here and there, she had her father. He knew that she wasn’t upset just because of her heartbreak over Bellamy’s actions. He had not forgotten the tragic death of her mother which had impacted them both so deeply. The day she died was the day he found out he was a dad in the first place. She raised her head a minute later, sniffling, and he cupped her face with one hand, wiping her tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She wiped her wet eyes with the sleeve of her jacket.

“I let this happen. Pike’s influence has gotten too strong.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head and advised her to go and rest in her room, promising to find a solution to resolve the situation. She ended up leaving for her room and he went to see Abby in the infirmary. Closing the door behind her, she sighed. This little moment with his father had done him a lot of good. She took off her jacket and dropped it on the chair at her desk before plopping down on her bed.

She woke up a couple hours later to a loud knock at her door. Leaning on the mattress, she sat up. She thought at first it might be her father until she heard Bellamy's voice calling her name from the hallway.

“What do you want?”

“Open the door, please.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed the doorknob. All her sadness was overshadowed by her frustration with Bellamy.

“What?” She repeated her question after she opened the door ajar. They stared at each other, and he glanced into the room through the opening.

“Can I come in?” She wanted to try to talk to him and avoid talking to him at the same time, but she stepped aside to let him pass and crossed her arms. For a second, he had his back to her, and she could see his gaze scanning the place for some reason. He turned around and his gaze seemed much more serious.

“So, what do you want? You quit following Pike around?”

“We walked into an ambush. Octavia had warned the Grounders that we were coming.” He ignored her remark and took a few steps towards her.

“Okay, and? What’s that got to do with me?” She raised her eyebrows.

“We know it was your father who told her.”

“I don’t know, last I saw him was when you left earlier. I don't track my father.” Of course, she knew but she was well aware he came down to her room to question her regarding their suspicions about her father's actions. He and Pike understood that Kane was the mole giving out intel to the outside and from their point of view, he was trying to sabotage them when all he was doing was trying to prevent a war. But she could tell that despite everything, they had no proof against him and could not accuse him of anything.

“You know Clarke was there last night.” He wasn’t even asking; it was a statement. He knew she knew. That her very own best friend they were talking about. And her silence gave it away in any case. “That same night, both her and Octavia disappeared, and who were you with? Abby and Kane.”

“Doesn’t mean I know what you’re talking about right now. You walked into an ambush. Not my fault. What were you going to do to those Grounders anyway? Exterminate them like the ones sent to help us?”

“We have to take actions to protect our people.”

“You keep saying that.” She raised her voice, letting her hands fall along her body. “Is it you talking? Or Pike?”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Pike understands it, unlike your father.”

“You’re right. My father is thoughtful. He wouldn’t order the extermination of 300 innocents.” She had had enough. She sighed and grabbed him by the arm to push him out of her room, but he stood his grounds and slipped his hand in his pocket. In the blink of an eye, she found herself with her hands cuffed and he mumbled an apology before dragging her with him. She struggled but he closed the cell's door after removing the handcuffs and she found herself locked in with the Grounders already there. Looking around, she saw Lincoln, as surprised as she was to see her here with them.

Less than 30 minutes after Bellamy had forced her into the cell, he returned accompanied by Pike. She was pacing in the room, walking back and forth, dragging her feet on the floor, and stopped when she noticed them walking in their direction. Lincoln was sitting on a bench, watching the scene and they exchanged a glance, knowing the two men were coming for her. A guard unlocked the gate and pulled her out, tying her hands in her back.

“How long are you gonna detain me?”

“I might decide to release you if you tell us what we wanna know, Michelle.” Pike said before turning around, signaling the guards to take her with them, while a second closed the cell. The guard thrusted her cuffed hands into her back, and she groaned, taking a few stumbling steps forward. When they reached another room, she was abruptly pushed down onto a chair, her restraints were attached to the chair to prevent her from moving around. Pike and Bellamy, who were joined by Monty’s mother, Hannah, stood on the other side of the table at the center, with the Chancellor right in front of her. She stared at Pike with that arrogant look plastered on his face, in silence, and when she looked away at Bellamy, he spoke up and snapped her attention back to him. “Eyes on me, miss Kane. I'm the only one you'll be talking to right now.”

“My name is Cartwig. Michelle Cartwig.” She hissed. Even though she had grown to love her father, she would never change her last name for anything in the world. Bearing her mother's name allowed Michelle to maintain her connection to her and honor her as long as she lived. It seemed he was looking to get a reaction out of her because he nodded and briefly smirked, his hands on his hips.

“I know. Your mother’s last name. Callie Cartwig.” She gave him a death stare, grinding her teeth as he he stressed the name of the deceased. She clenched her fists, leaning forward, pulling tightly on the handcuffs, causing a burning sensation to rise around her wrists.

“Go float yourself, Pike.” She let herself fall heavily against the back of the chair. He chuckled at her insolence.

“I must say, I didn’t know Kane was your father. But I guess did you. Your mother never told either of you, right? Not until she was on the verge of death anyway.”

“What is this?” She frowned, shaking her head. “You don’t know shit about my family.”

“True. Then tell me about your father. What is he up to, Michelle?” He leaned over and put his hands on the table. Maybe was he trying to be intimidating but she didn’t react much, keeping her head held high.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, sketching a tight smile.

“Now, you see, I think that’s a lie. Someone's been giving intel to Octavia, from inside the camp. And I'm sure you know what it's all about.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She would keep on lying every time he asked her that king of question again. She didn’t know what her father had been doing and how the ambush came to be, but she knew he was plotting against Pike. She had seen Clarke being sneaked in and out of camp and Octavia leaving through the crawlspace as well. She would never tell him all this.

“You’re a traitor. On the Ark—"

“You’re late to the party, Hannah, I was already a traitor on the Ark.”

“And you were a month away from getting floated. You were given a second chance, and you wasted it by choosing the wrong side.” He paused, she looked back at him, wondering what his silence was about. “But we’re not on the Ark anymore.” Her eyebrows relaxed, understanding that they wouldn't execute her, at least not for the time being and she stared at Pike, tilting her head to the side in incomprehension.

“So, what are you gonna do to me?”

“Maybe if we keep you and your father separated, he will make a mistake and we can arrest him. All right, lock her up.” He motioned to the guards and was almost lifted from her chair by them when they made her get up, because she didn't have time to stand on her feet. They held her arms so tightly that she barely had time to take one step after another, her feet basically dragging on the ground. They passed Bellamy and she glanced at him, but her eyes went on Pike nearby and she called out to him. He turned his head towards her, and she spat at him. Years later, and she was still spitting in the face of a figure of authority. Then, it was Kane, now it was Pike. The second she did this insulting act, her face distorted in pain as a guard struck her with an electric baton. She fell to her knees and heard Bellamy yell at them to stop. With her eyes closed, her face leaning forward, she caught her breath, which had been cut off by the violence of the gesture. She opened her eyes when she felt two fingers gently lift her chin. Bellamy was kneeling in front of her. She shook her face, pulling away from his fingers and he let his hand fall.

“I didn’t pick the wrong side. You did.” she said, letting out a labored breath. He looked at her, quiet, as the guards picked her up and dragged her back to the cell, where they unceremoniously pushed her to the ground after freeing her from her handcuffs.

“Locking up their own now.” She grabbed the hand Lincoln gave her and he helped her up, noticing the burn mark across her top, where she was hit. She gave him a nod as a silent thank.

“Yeah, they were already locking up teenagers in the past. Executing the adults.” Her tone made it easy for him to understand she had been detained before her people ever came down to the ground. She sighed, looking towards the door. The blow had hurt her much more deeply. She continued to hope that Bellamy would wake up and join them, but she was angry with him for letting Pike lead him astray.

[To be continued…]

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Published (01/12/2023) by Andrea

Taglist: @cathrin2405 @kika64 @mirellef2001

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Shout-out to fics [2/?]

Chapters: 25/?

Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abby Griffin/Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin & Marcus Kane Characters: Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Clarke Griffin, Jake Griffin, Indra (The 100), Callie Cartwig, Jacapo Sinclair, Octavia Blake, Harper McIntyre, Echo (The 100), Raven Reyes, Charmaine Diyoza, Hope Diyoza, Paxton McCreary, Thelonious Jaha, David Miller (The 100), Diana Sydney, Lexa (The 100)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Small Town, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Fluff, Humor, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, longing looks, Will They or Won't They?, Selective Obliviousness - somewhat, Held Gaze, UST, Almost Kiss, We'll Get There - Eventually, Idiots in Love, Angst, Loud Sex, Shameless Smut, First Dates, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Some Humor, Friendship, Alternate Universe, Explicit Sexual Content, Developing Relationship, Romance, Drama, Family Drama, Firsts, Porn With Plot, Slow Build, Sports, we have angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Romance

Summary:

Abby Griffin has the best friends anyone could ever ask for, a beautiful daughter, and a successful career, but her life is overturned when her marriage to Jake Griffin of nearly two decades comes to a brutal end. With her daughter Clarke heartbroken from the change, Abby has a lot to contend with.

When her daughter's developing anger issues begin to affect her passion for soccer, Abby knows she must step in to help. She certainly didn’t expect to be so attracted to her daughter's coach: the handsome former soccer player named Marcus Kane. Word travels fast in a small town like Arkadia. He's her daughter's coach, she's technically still married, what would people think? When the two have an instant attraction to one another, it leads to them finding difficulty in staying apart for very long. And then... the rumors spread.

MILD SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

So, I literally stumbled on this fic by chance. I don’t really care for Kabby as a ship, also because I’m everything but an Abby fan. But! The summary was intriguing and I spotted some characters among the tags that I really adore even though they’re not the most popular, so I gave it a shot.

It was so worth it! The writing style is really good, the story is original and fresh, the descriptions are great, characters are in character and everything is really realistic. The plots and subplots are interestings and there are also some nice twists! Another thing I really appreciate in modern aus like this are things from the show that are carefully adapted to the modern context: it was very nicely done here and it made me crack a smile when I read them.

The parts with Abby, Callie and Diyoza are a lot of fun to read. The characters’ reactions, their behavior and feelings are very well described and appropriated to the context.

The thing I like the most maybe is the way in which every character is well rounded. No one is perfect, no one is a total asshole: everyone makes mistakes and everyone has a good side to them, they are realistic human beings. Even characters that are originally villains are well characterised (when I read that McCreary was just a gruff and bitchy man instead of a r*pist or a totally ooc hysterical psychopath I nearly jumped off my chair. Literally thank you for that).

It’s hard to point out highlights because it’s really long and it has many good pieces, but the chapters about the car accident are the best parts of the work in my opinion. I consider this a very nice fic and a must-read for Kabby fans.

Please be aware of the tags!

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clexaao3feed · 4 years

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My All

by DeyoChan

After being accused of treason, Clarke and Jake Griffin are both sent to the ground. The counsel didn’t care about Clarke being under age, and her status as an Omega made her expendable. Now on the ground, father and daughter have to figure out a way to survive on this dangerous place after they found out that they were not alone, Earth was not unhabituated after all.

OR:

The story about Clarke Griffin, the first unmated Omega in decades on the ground. About how the injustice she was accused with, helped her to turn into the brave leader of Sky people.

And how after years of resisting, she finally acknowledges her feelings for the ruler of this land, the highest ranked Alpha on Earth: Heda Lexa Kom Triku.

Words: 6229, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Callie Cartwig, John Murphy (The 100), Raven Reyes, Anya (The 100)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Anya/Raven Reyes

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Clexa, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Omega!Clarke, Alpha!Lexa, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Eventual Smut, Gratuitous Smut, wlw, No Lesbians Die, True Mates

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'The 100 (TV)'#clexa #the 100 #commander lexa #clarke griffin #clarklexa #c

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Love Hurts

by kabby_4life

Abby Griffin is a very hard working doctor, in one of the best hospital's in Chicago. She's lived there all her life. To most people she has an amazing life. A loving daughter, supposedly loving husband, great friends, and a great job. Who knew her life was no where near amazing. Her loving husband is now a drunk who's starting to get abusive. Can someone help her and her daughter escape this hell hole before it's to late? Can that person be a new handsome doctor that moved to Chicago from Kansas? Hopefully Marcus Kane can save Abigail Griffin from her husband. Hope is everything.

Words: 2589, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Other

Characters: Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes, Jake Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Lincoln (The 100), Finn Collins, More characters - Character, Callie Cartwig, Diana Sydney, Thelonious Jaha, Jacapo Sinclair, Eric Jackson, Vera Kane, Abby's mom

Relationships: Abby Griffin/Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin & Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin & Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, past Finn Collins/Clarke Griffin - Relationship

Additional Tags: Kabby, Bellarke, Domestic Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Delinquents are still teens, Abby and Marcus slow born, Abby being the great mom she is, Clarke being rebellious, Abby loves chocolate, minor Linctavia, kinda feel bad for making Jake evil and abusive, Dad Kane, Suicide Attempt, Romantic Kane, some smut, Abby in an abusive relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Evil Jake, Cheating, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Hospitals, Bars, Chicago, DON'T READ IF YOU LIKE JAKE, Abby and Clarke are close, Doctor Kane, Jake Griffin being an asshole, Abby being a badass, Protective Marcus Kane

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/24885472

#bellarke #bellarkefic #the100 #ao3feed

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simplisticwriting · 5 years

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THE 100: DEPRAVED ↳ series masterlist

❝ After being sent to the ground with 99 other delinquents, Athena Cartwig must adapt to her new way of life and Bellamy Blake does not make that an easy task. ❞

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x OC Marcus Kane x daughter!OC Callie Cartwig x daughter!OC Fandom: The 100 Warnings: series spoilers, slight profanity, violence, alcohol references, slight sexual content (nothing too graphic), character deaths

CHARACTER BIO MASTERLIST

SEASON ONE

(1.1) Prologue [coming soon...] (1.1) Chapter One [coming soon...]

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thestagthatlovedthewolf · 5 years

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I bring you my thoughts on every Callie Cartwig scene, from The 100, which sadly only means the Pilot... This got really long, so venture at your own risk :) Includes headcanons and theories!!

So the first scene we have with her is such a small one, but it’s so important, it informs us to what her job would be - we know she’s in communications and from this scene I think her job would be somewhat similar to Press Secretary. She’s the one who approaches the crowd, and in a very controlled manor, trying to calm everyone down, when she knows there isn’t much she can say.

You get a CJ Cregg vibe here (and for those who don’t know CJ was the Press Secretary in a show called The West Wing which you should watch), from the moments you have her conflicted about what she has to say and how she feels (”Take Out the Trash Day” or “The Women of Qumar”). Here you immediately notice Callie’s forced smile, trying to convey comfort, and then when she turns the way her face completely falls, mad and in pain that she just had to lie to these worried and grieving parents.

Okay, next scene, which starts the theme of Marcus Kane is a freaking asshole (in the pilot - you know I LOVE him!!!)

Callie enters the control room and the first think Marcus says is “not now”, like she could have something important to say. She would definitely know how to control the crowds and what their next move should be. She does not fight him on this, and she immediately follows him to Sinclair’s debrief, and while Sinclair does turn to her once, this all thing seems to rest on Kane, and Callie herself is waiting for his reaction/next move.

We pick up once again in the control room, with a Kane speech, his eyes don’t seem to cross Callie at any point, as she stands at the front, closer to the monitors. Considering that, and how she was in a easy place to cross eyes, I wonder if something had happened between them. And then she’s the one who steps closer to Abby, wanting to offer support, because you do see the distress in Abby’s face as she tried to talk about this in a scientific way, and not as a mom worried about her child.

You definitely see Callie taking longer to change her attention to Jackson as he picks up the conversation, and I think she longer on Abby to make sure she’s okay.

(God, Kane, really has zero manners?! Guy, her daughter is in there don’t be so nonchalant about everyone should be dead)

Callie turns to the screens as Kane speaks and then back to Abby as she shares her theories, with eyes filled with worry again. Abby does say the first one (the bad theory about the being injured), looking at Callie, emotional support, and then the second (they’re excited), looking at Kane and she does this hot thing with her tongue.

Now, onto the best scene in this all episode!!!! The “hey, darling” scene!!!

Callie uses the pet name “darling” for Abby, and I have so many questions about when it started. I don’t think she actually used it when they dated, because they were so young, I think as their friendship rebuild and continued through adulthood, Abby got the pet name, one that Jake never used. Darling was just Callie’s

They both smile to each other, it’s small, but it’s the type of smile that says you’re okay and comfortable and I love you - I’m here if you need. And Callie immediately asks about Clarke because she knows Abby is worried, that’s why she was keeping an eye on her before.

Callie definitely wants to say something else, before the phone rings, and you see this small movement in her eye - surprise when it rings. But now the confusing thing, it takes way too long for Callie to call out for Abby about this, but I freaking love her voice here and how low it gets. But then nobody moves - Kane and Callie just stand there and it’s just weird (also weird how did it take this long for someone to find Jaha and call Abby)

New scene, new nickname, “Ab”!!! Callie makes her way to Abby immediately, worried about their friend. Also this is the scene where you clearly see her council pin, which makes her disappearance even weirder - there was no election or someone taking the role. Like Diana could have started in episode 2, why wouldn’t she take Callie’s place, it’s not like when they chose her it was because she’s in the same field as Abby.

Callie to the side looking down, like she can’t be in the middle of them fighting once again, this where she finds herself time and time again.

Marcus decides to arrests Abby the moment Callie is not in the room. I think this was definitely on the purpose, I think he feels guilty about this, about Jake, about Clarke, even if at the same time he feels the right thing to do, and he couldn’t be faced with the pain of hurting Callie as well, so he chose a time when she wouldn’t be there, and he didn’t have to see the disappointment in her eyes.

(Now taking Abby to Clarke’s cruel, was that kindness or cruelty... did he think that offered her some relief...)

Now, back to Marcus, his drinking, which I don’t think he does often, but like I’ve said here’s the guilt. Now Callie enters his room without any need to knock, which does show some knowledge of each other, I like to think they were on and off for more than 20 years, just came to each other when single and wanting sex, which means Callie has the code to his room (or at least one code, that he can block if need be - he doesn’t he was waiting for her, preparing for this. He poses the cup calmly and doesn’t immediately turn - he perfectly knows it’s Callie)

Callie is completely heartbroken, and comes in attacking before turning to plead, trying to play on their friendship/relationship, after Marcus tell her that it doesn’t exist. But he does seem a bit set back when she comes in, but he collects himself and talks about being “the bad guy”, which goes back to what we’re now seeing with Charmaine Diyoza (and while she doesn’t want that image, because that’s not how she sees herself), Kane accepts the name and weight of it, and then tries to explain, tries to hide behind the laws and his objective is still noble, everything he wants is about humanity surviving. He doesn’t need to put a face to that humanity, he just needs to go to the safest route of the someone surviving.

“She’s my best friend” is honestly one of the top lines in this show!!! Kelly Hu performs it with such strength and love, you can see she means it when she says it, that she doesn’t say this about anyone.

Now, once back to asshole Kane, who can’t even say I’m sorry... you could say it - you will learn to say it - and just say that there’s still nothing he can do, but he still needed to go full asshole

“Friendship is a luxury we cannot afford”, once again a lie he tells himself, thinking back to Abby, Indra, Diyoza, Lincoln, the Blakes and many others. Here it shocks Callie, and moments after she confirms what she realizes here, their relationship isn’t even valid to him. The way she pleads with her eyes, when she says “if not for Abby, then for me”, and I very much think her hands are reaching out to him.

And then it’s this complete lost look on her eyes... and I think this is their first real break up. Normally they stop, because they are no longer interested or want to date someone else (mostly Callie wants to date someone else, I don’t think Kane dates very much, maybe when he was young to please his mom, but not for a long time). This was the first time it got ugly, Callie told me it was the end once and for all, he was floating the person that mattered the most to her and that wasn’t something they could move forward about.

Callie accompanies Abby to her death, and while Abby tries to keep strong, Callie makes no secret she’s crying and not ready for this. It seems her brain is still working, trying to see how can they get out of this. They enter the room, Kane follows them both, before Callie’s eyes clearly focus on him, sending the biggest glare of death, before turning to Abby again.

You kind of have Abby comforting Callie once again, which I think speaks to their relationship, Abby being a rock, while Callie has been the most emotional one, Abby was always the leader and Callie the follower. Maybe why Callie never admitted her feelings after Abby found Jake, Abby was the star, the one that deserved loved and she loved this boy (and she wanted Abby to be happy of course), and then too afraid to ruin their friendship, especially when in the last year I feel Callie had to be the rock for Abby too often.

Callie completely throws herself to Abby, holding her close and still crying, not caring one bit if everyone sees her, and Abby has her own face deep into Callie’s neck, probably her arms around her waist, and they needed to be pulled apart, especially Callie who’s holding for dear life (because Marcus is an asshole and tells them “it’s enough” after less than 5 seconds, once again I think it’s the guilt of the relationships he knows he’s destroying).

(Also does anyone feel Abby has had too many of this almost-dead hugs? Give this woman a break)

Of course, Abby asks her to look out for Clarke, and you see Callie do this small nod as she’s been pulled away. And then this final okay to her, telling her she’s ready. Abby fights the guards because she wants to this in her own terms (like Jake did), while in the back Callie is still crying, and having to be held down for not running after Abby. Even as she calms, the guard still keeps her in place.

Kane looks one last time at Callie before Abby is going to enter the chamber and it’s the most heartbreaking thing... it’s like he’s questioning if he can save her, and Callie pleads again with her eyes as she looks at him, and then he cowardly looks away, pained, because in his mind there’s truly nothing he can do. Marcus can’t dare to look back again, and Callie takes such a shallow breath as the capsule starts to close.

(Now I can help but point out how ridiculous it is that Abby is being floated completely dressed, including shoes and two shirts at least when there’s a lack of clothes. Same with the rings, which I still think should have been taken from her the moment Jake died, for other families, but the fact that she’s Alpha and in the council was enough privileged that they let her keep those)

Jaha saves the day!!! Jaha shares a look with Callie when he comes in, like asking her what the fuck is going on, and Marcus just looks completely shocked (and I can’t believe Shumway doesn’t immediately answer Jaha’s order, waits for Kane approval)

You also see Callie in the back reaching for Jackson, very much celebrating that Abby is okay and offering him some comfort, I feel it was an arm squeeze. Abby is trying to hold in everything, and how afraid she still is, that she almost runs away, reaching for Callie behind her, because she just needs her now, that I wouldn’t be surprised if the moment they are alone, Abby just completely falls in her arms. Callie still looks about to cry and she sends another death stare to Kane, before walking away (to never be seen or mentioned again)

You know what I also noticed this time around, Callie keeps her hands on her belly for most of this scene after she let’s go of Abby?! What if she was freaking pregnant with Marcus’ baby?? And she’s losing the person she loves, who’s support she knows she needs, and she can’t trust the baby of her child... Was she pregnant when she died?! When she was supposedly floated?! Did Kane float his child (if we believe the word of God canon)?!

This also puts the rest of the episode in perspective, Callie wanted to trust him and what she learned was that he will always put the faith of humanity first, how can she trust this man with their child. This was a test and he failed...

Now, I don’t like believing what we’ve heard from Jason Rothenberg about her being floated - it hurts too much that Kane would do that, even if she was not pregnant - floating your ex doesn’t sound good. And no way Abby with the giant heart doesn’t care that her best friend was floated, are you telling Callie is completely broken and Abby doesn’t even mention... so let’s ignore this...

So my theory is Kane sends her away to do a job somewhere else in the Ark, communications she may be needed somewhere else. Most of the prisoners seem to be from lower class stations, so maybe she’s sent there to deal with worried parents. Now two theories, besides she’s well and alive on the ground, either she dies in the Diana’s grab for power or she was in one of the stations that was destroyed on the way down or even Factory (the station theory is my favorite)

Other two times I think she was possible mentioned was in relation to Jake’s video, I think both him and Abby were counting on her help (and in Abby’s case had her help) to access the communication system in the Ark and transmit that message.

Now I think this is all, if you have any thoughts, feel free to reply, send me an ask, or come find me on twitter (where I do talk about The 100 more) at Veridissima

#the 100 #callie cartwig #abby griffin #marcus kane #abigail griffin #abby x callie #callie x marcus #abby x callie x marcus

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ao3feed-the100 · 5 years

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Hug me and never let me go

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NygZtK

by IamaFanFictionMaster

Clarke struggles to tell Lexa she loves her 2 weeks after their first kiss and defeating Mount Weather. Lexa gets intimate with one of Clarke's friends and Clarke finds out. What happens when Clarke turns to her own daughter for help?

Words: 1535, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Madi (The 100), Lexa (The 100), Luna (The 100), Gustus (The 100), Anya (The 100), Lincoln (The 100), Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake, Abby Griffin, Callie Cartwig, John Murphy (The 100), John Murphy's Mother (The 100), John Mbege, Thelonious Jaha, Wells Jaha, Monty Green, Bryan (The 100), Harper McIntyre, Maya Vie, Jake Griffin

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Madi, Luna/Raven Reyes, John Mbege/John Murphy, Bellamy Blake & Lincoln, Octavia Blake & Marcus Kane, Bellamy Blake/Octavia Blake, Callie Cartwig/Abby Griffin, Thelonious Jaha & Wells Jaha, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Bryan/Monty Green, Harper McIntyre/Lexa, Anya/Luna/Raven Reyes, Abby Griffin/Clarke Griffin

Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Angst, Spanking, Non-Consensual Touching, Threesome - F/F/F, Alternate Universe, Polis, Camp Jaha | Arkadia, Dry Humping, Grinding, Accidental Incest, Slow Burn Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Endgame Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Hurt Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin & Raven Reyes are Best Friends, Clarke Griffin & Wells Jaha Friendship, Jealous Clarke Griffin, Jealous Lexa (The 100), Lexa Has a Penis (The 100), Girl Penis, Mother-Daughter Relationship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NygZtK

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

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kongedahq · 2 years

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— KNOWN NAME : CALLIE CARTWIG — CLAN : SKAIKRU — FACE CLAIM : GEMMA CHAN

THE CHARACTER

CALLIE WAS BORN ON ALPHA STATION AND was raised by her father, an esteemed council member. however, her mother disgraced the cartwig family when she was caught running a smuggling ring and using her husband’s privileges in order to cover it up. her mother was floated and her father avoided the same fate as the council ruled that it was genuine that mr cartwig did not know about his wife’s wrongdoings. as callie grew up, she knew she had to do something about the cartwig name. she proved skillful on her very first day as a support officer, and since then she has made herself a pillar of strength in the community. but callie’s goal isn’t to better things for herself: it’s to support arkadia in their new journey on the ground, providing reassurance and comfort to any who need it. at THIRTY-EIGHT, callie acts as a somewhat impromptu therapist for the arkadians and formerly for the Ark, and she’s there to listen to anyone who needs it.

NOTABLE CONNECTIONS

ABIGAIL GRIFFIN

abby is callie's closest friend and the two have been close since their late teenage years. callie is very attached to abigail and did every thing she possibly could to stop her friend's pending death when she was due to be floated on the ark. now, the two work alongside one another, with abby referring patients to callie if they need the kind of medical support abby isn’t qualified to offer.

MARCUS KANE

her ex-boyfriend from her college days, there lies no animosity between the two but they do butt heads sometimes over their differing opinions. callie believes in hope and good deeds; as such, she was deeply disapproving to learn that a hundred prisoners had been sent to the ground. now, Callie just hopes that marcus can truly create peace with the grounders.

DAWA NAIMAN

after the disappearance of dawa’s daughter, callie has been checking in on dawa to make sure he’s okay. she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t growing attached to him beyond what is professional, something she feels deeply ashamed of. she has yet to see whether this is simply a fleeting liking or something more serious.

#skeleton rp #apocalypse rp #scifi rp #lsrp #lsrpg #open skeleton #open skaikru

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bellarkewrites · 4 years

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Love Hurts

by kabby_4life

Words: 2589, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Other

Relationships: Abby Griffin/Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin & Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin & Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, past Finn Collins/Clarke Griffin - Relationship

Additional Tags: Kabby, Bellarke, Domestic Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Delinquents are still teens, Alpha Clarke Griffin, Abby and Marcus slow born, Abby being the great mom she is, Clarke being rebellious, Abby loves chocolate, minor Linctavia, kinda feel bad for making Jake evil and abusive, Dad Kane, Suicide Attempt, Romantic Kane, some smut, Abby in an abusive relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Evil Jake, Cheating, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Hospitals, Bars, Chicago, DON'T READ IF YOU LIKE JAKE, Abby and Clarke are close, Doctor Kane, Jake Griffin being an asshole, Abby being a badass, Protective Marcus Kane

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AVfPop

#Bellarke #Bellarke fanfiction

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highgardenmango · 7 years

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“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”

This post contains my reasoning for Abby’s Hogwarts House, wand and patronus, as well as a few snippets about her life during her school years, and as an adult.

I love discussing this au - feel free to comment and add your own thoughts.

ABIGAIL GRIFFIN (née WALTERS):

WAND: Beech Wood, Phoenix Feather Core, supple flexibility, 10 inches.

A true match for a beech wand, when fully-grown, will be rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood.

Phoenix feather is the rarest core type. Wands made with phoenix feather cores are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer to reveal their true strength. They show the most intuitive, and are the pickiest when it comes to potential owners. Their allegiance is hard won.

HOGWARTS HOUSE SORTING: Slytherin

After she sat under The Sorting Hat for more than five minutes, and was declared a Hatstall, eleven year old Abigail Walters chose Slytherin House.

Although she shares the boldness and unwavering nerve of those sorted into Gryffindor (where both her husband, Jake, and her daughter, Clarke are placed), what Abby values most of all is the people she loves. She does have a strong moral centre, which is certainly a Gryffindor-like trait, however, what sets her apart from Jake and Clarke is: where they are, more often than not, willing to sacrifice their friends and family for the greater good, it seems that is the line Abby refuses to cross. When thrown into extreme life or death situations, Abby has been known to part with what she feels is the ‘right’ thing to do for the majority, in order to save the ones she holds closest to her heart.

She’s certainly not afraid to put herself in danger, and that’s where her Gryffindor recklessness often shines through, but ultimately, the one thing Abby values above anything else, is her people. It’s what makes her a strong ally, and an outstanding mother and friend.

Abby’s ‘why’ - her centre, what she values most - is very Slytherin. Loyalty and determination. Her ‘how’ - her action used to accomplish her intentions - is often more Gryffindor based. Although she is plenty cunning, and can adapt and appear more subtle when necessary, she often charges head first into action.

In the end, it’s her love and loyalty for her inner circle, as well as her determination and ability to adapt to situations that wins out, placing her in Slytherin House.

NOTE: You can read more about the reasoning behind this sorting, here.

PATRONUS: Fox*

The fox is a charismatic animal. They are strongly ambitious and observant of the behaviour of others, watching key points in what others do and storing them for further reference, when they may need them. They are good talkers, meaning they can convince people to do what they want. Those with a fox as their patronus tend to be adaptable to change, but it can take a lot to get them to give up their beliefs.

*it should be noted that at the age of forty-one, Abby Griffin became unable to conjure a fully formed patronus, after the death of her first husband, Jake Griffin. It took just over a year to regain her ability to do so.

ILVERMORNY HOUSE SORTING: Pukwudgie

If Abby had ever attended Ilvermorny, it’s fair to assume that she would have found her home in Pukwudgie. The house that represents the Heart, and favours Healers.

OTHER INFORMATION AND HEADCANONS THAT FIT THIS AU:

During her time at Hogwarts, Abby Griffin was appointed a Prefect, and in her seventh year became Head Girl (much to Diana Sydney’s displeasure).

Although she was never a fan of playing Quidditch, Abby loved to cheer on her boyfriend Jake (Gryffindor Keeper) and her friends Callie Cartwig (Ravenclaw Chaser) and Marcus Kane (Ravenclaw Beater) from the stands.

Abby was extremely academic, with a speciality in Potions and Transfiguration. After passing her NEWTs with flying colours, she trained to be a Healer. She left her job at St. Mungos rather abruptly, as she was recruited by the Ministry of Magic at the age of 23, to train as an Auror during the first war. This was due to her unrivalled skills in jinxes and healing magic, that were deemed essential to the fight against Rebecca Riddle and The Dark Rebellion.

During the first rise of You-Know-Who, both Jake and Abby Griffin joined the Order of the Phoenix. Other members included: Jacob Griffin Sr. (who founded the organisation in 1971), Alice and Augustus Walters (Abby’s parents), Vincent Vie, Callie Cartwig, Marcus Kane, Indra Woods, Fabian and Jacapo Sinclair, David Miller and, later, Eric Jackson.

Mere months after the prophecy, which spoke of the girl born at the end of November, who’s mother had thrice defied The Red Witch, and who would bring about her downfall, was foretold, Abby discovered she was pregnant.

Knowing that she had managed to refuse Rebecca Riddle three times, Abby feared that her unborn child was in danger. She and Jake went into hiding, and their home in Godric’s Hollow was placed under the Fidelius Charm, with Marcus Kane chosen as Secret Keeper.

Clarke Griffin was born and kept safe, and Rebecca Riddle grew impatient. A year later, in November 1981, Aurora Blake had her second child. She, like Abby, had refused You-Know-Who three times. Five months after, Aurora was killed, and Octavia Blake was saved by her mother’s love. She became The Girl Who Lived.

Abby continued to work at the Ministry, and Clarke attended Hogwarts.

In 1994, she attended the Quidditch World Cup with Marcus Kane, Clarke and some of her friends. She spent a lot of time monitoring the Tri-Wizard Tournament when Octavia Blake’s name was pulled from the Goblet of Fire.

Jake was killed after The Order arrived at the Department of Mysteries, where You-Know-Who had lured Octavia and her friends with a vision of Bellamy and Abby being tortured for information. Clarke was fifteen years old.

Abby, Marcus, Sinclair, David, Jackson and Indra fought alongside the second generation, which included Clarke Griffin, Bellamy and Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes, Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, Lexa Woods, Lincoln Woods, John Murphy, Harper McIntyre, Nathan Miller, Echo Frost, and the other members of ‘The Delinquents’, when You-Know-Who rose again.

After the second war, in May 1998, Abby Griffin was chosen as Acting Minister of Magic. She remained in the position until May 1st 1999, when Marcus Kane was officially elected. She continued to work at the Ministry as an Auror, and decided to make a home with Marcus in Vera Kane’s old family house, The Burrow; a place that had served as a safe house in both wars.

They live there together with Clarke and Octavia (Bellamy lives with his wife, Raven, in Shell Cottage on the outskirts of Timworth.)

Still, the house is never quiet, and that’s just how Abby likes it. Everyone is happy.

All was well.

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The Two-Horned Beast - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty-Five

[THE 100 MASTERLIST]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (03/01/2024)

Summary: Raven was saved but the group wasn't out of the woods just yet. They still had to find a way to really put an end to Alie. Thanks to a book written by the hand of the woman that made the AI, they found a new lead, a Grounder named Luna, who might be the key to all this.

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (episode 12 "Demons"), fluff, some romance, guns, knives, blood, stabbing, attempted & actual murder

The sun had risen in the sky as they drove full speed across a field. They drove all night really, with Bellamy at the wheels. Clarke was at the front with him, and Michelle was sitting at the back with the others as they all began to plan out their next moves to stop Alie and her army of zombies. They had saved Raven from her grip, but the latter was far from being the only one that was being mind controlled. Michelle looked through the windshield, listening to the conversation with one ear, leaning forward on her lap. She was wondering about the situation in Polis. Her father was there, and she hoped he was safe. For the time being, they were headed for Arkadia. It was probably fine to return since Alie and her minions were trying to find them and they were far from the trading post already.

“Becca’s journal is amazing.” Raven exclaimed, carefully flipping the pages of the old notebook. “At 26, she found a pathway to access a human mind. That same year, she had to lock up Alie, because her answer for what was wrong with the world was “too many people”. She was 27 when it launched the bombs.”

“What did she write about the Flame?” Clarke twisted on her seat, turning towards them.

“Alie 2.0. She saw it as a way to atone for her sins. She designed it to not just access a human mind, but to merge with one. It could never wipe us out, because it would be one of us. She put it in herself first. Altered her genes so her body wouldn’t reject the implant.”

“Bekka Pramheda, the first Commander.” Michelle glanced at Clarke. She nodded to herself before looking at the others, crossing the gaze of her best friend before she focused back on Raven. “The gene therapy made her blood black, didn’t it?”

“Yeah.” She said quietly, surprised that she knew this detail without having read the diary. She wasn’t the only one that was surprised.

“How did you know that?” Octavia enquired.

“Nightblood. That’s where it came from. Somehow it became hereditary. Luna has it. That’s why we have to find her. If she can access Alie-2…”

“She can tell us how to stop Alie-1.” Octavia said, concluding Clarke’s statement.

“Get back to the mind pathway.” Monty spoke, taking a closer look at the Flame. “If Alie uses it to upload our minds to the City of Light, then there’s a chance my mo’s still alive.”

“That depends on your definition of “alive”.” Raven’s words must have shattered his hopes, but he shot his mother. The woman’s body wasn’t alive anymore and whatever was left of her in the City of Light, wasn’t her. Seeing him like this made Michelle quite sad and it made her think how if her father happened to take the chip, she wasn’t sure she would have the guts to shoot if he put someone in danger. She hoped she would never have to kill him to save someone else because if her father, her only remaining parent, died by her own hand, she would never survivre it. Losing her mother broke her and she didn’t even see her pass away, so it would be the last straw. She would never recover from it.

“Eyes sharp. Weapons hot. We’re almost home.” Bellamy spoke up as they approached Arkadia’s grounds. He called for Harper and Miller over the radio, telling them they were a couple minutes away from camp, but no one replied. It wasn’t a good sign. Michelle straightened up, stretching her, craning forward to look through the windshield. She couldn’t see Arkadia just yet. They were still too far but once they saw it in the distance, and noticed the gates were wide open and there was no one in sight, they stopped the vehicle. Some of them got out with their weapons, walking alongside the car, Jasper standing up at the back, sticking out through the roof opening and Bellamy had left the wheel to Michelle. She wouldn't have minded coming outside with him, Clarke, Octavia, and Sinclair; she was a pretty good shot, but he had insisted that she stay inside the Rover. Her assumption turned out to be correct though, Alie and her minions had deserted the place, probably since last night. From inside the car, she couldn’t really hear what the others were saying but she heard Jasper note that no one was there to fix the gate. It was like a ghost town as they slowly progressed inside the camp.

“Maybe they saw the open gate and went in for Lincoln’s book.” Jasper added, talking about Miller and Harper. Bellamy was still trying to get a hold of them, but no one was responding. When she looked in the mirrors and saw her peers stopping in their tracks, she slowed the car and turned her head to Raven, sitting in the front seat next to her. She met her gaze and she understood they had stopped by the pool of blood that must have soaked the grounds ever since Lincoln was shot by Pike. She gulped and they continued on their way to get the grounder’s book. It was supposed to guide them to other Grounders that could help them to stop Alie, with all that nightblood stuff. As they approached the hangar, the doors opened and she drove in, opening the window and popping her head through, to hear what Bellamy was saying. He looked at her after telling Jasper to close the roof.

“Turn the Rover around. We may need to get outta here quickly.” She nodded and sat back into the driver’s seat, waiting for the others to get out from around the vehicle to turn the car around. The doors of the hangar closed shut behind them with a thud. As the group looked around the large room, she did as Bellamy asked and then jumped out of the car. Climbing up the small flight of stairs, she, Raven, and Monty joined the others around the table where a bunch of stuff was scattered, decks of cards, half-empty plates and drinks, as if people just got up and walked away, leaving everything behind to rot, without a second thought. “We’re in and out. Pack as much gear as you can into the Rover.”

“I’ll get the map.” Octavia left almost as quickly as she spoke. Jasper went along with her. As she watched them walk away, Michelle was reminded of the fact that her precious jacket was still lying somewhere in Bellamy’s room, and she wanted to get it back before they left camp again. She was about to mention it to Bellamy, parting her lips, turned towards him, when Raven came from behind her and spoke up.

“What’s the rush? They won’t be coming back.”

“How do you know?” Clarke asked.

“Alie’s mission is to chip everyone. It wouldn’t make sense to return to a place she already took.”

“It might make sense if there was someone in that place, you, who could tell us stuff like that.” Raven agreed with Sinclair’s point, and they all went in different directions. Only Michelle went after Bellamy and he looked over his shoulder, hearing her footsteps. She still wanted her jacket, even if she was wearing her father’s ever since the group parted ways with him, Pike, and the Grounders. He nodded at her request, and they walked through the door towards the inside of the Ring, heading for Bellamy’s room. The two of them walked inside the room and Michelle kind of looked around while Bellamy opened a wardrobe next to his bed. He let his gun hang to his side as he took the jacket from a hanger. She took off the large, black guards’ jacket that her father gave her so she wouldn’t be cold and put it down on the desk while he handed her vest to her.

“Thank you.” She said as she took and put it on, one sleeve after the other. Then, she picked up her father’s and put it back on. She noticed Bellamy watching her as she got dressed and she looked at him with a chuckle, the corner of her lip stretching into a smirk. “What?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head, looking away, and she took a step towards him, taking his hand, intertwining their fingers as they locked eyes. His eyes went down to her mouth for half a second and he cupped her face in his free hand, pressing his lips against hers. Their kiss grew more passionate as time went on and he let go of her hand to slip his fingers in her hair, at the back of her head. Her whole body felt like it was lit on fire when they broke their embrace, resting his forehead against her cheekbone. She was catching her breath, as if she had forgotten how to breathe properly and she heard Bellamy chuckle. She smiled, telling him not to laugh, playfully pushing him away, shaking her head and he caught her arms, pulling her back towards him into a hug and she wrapped her arms around him, warm under his jacket. She could feel him breathing in her hair while she rested her chin on his shoulder, closing her eyes. It was the first, real intimate moment that they had shared in many months and damn, how she had missed it. The words I love you, would take a little longer to be spoken out loud though.

“All right let’s go look around. We don’t know know how much time we have right now.” She broke the embrace and he nodded. They left together, exiting the Ring through the front door. She didn’t have a gun, so she remained behind Bellamy as he kicked open the door to the armory, holding his gun up in case he came face-to-face with someone. It was empty. She stepped in after him as he opened a mesh cupboard inside which they could see a bunch of automatic shotguns lined up. He checked the content of the boxes stored underneath. They were filled to the brim with bullets. He grabbed the radio at his belt and contacted the rest of the group still inside the hangar.

“Everyone finish what you’re doing and meet us at the armory.”

“Why? What’s going on?” Clarke was the one to respond.

“You’ll see when you get there. We just got lucky.” While she told them they were on their way, Bellamy picked up a gun, filled a charger with bullets and gave it to Michelle. The latter started walking back and forth outside the door, looking around the camp, alert, and turned to Bellamy while they waited for the others to join them. Her mind was really making her do comparisons between what she now had with Bellamy and what she once had with Murphy. She didn’t want to keep thinking about both the relationships she had ever had but her conclusion was that the two were diametrically opposed. Maybe it was because she had grown since they first landed on the ground, and because Bellamy was a few years older, but their relationship had a much more mature feeling to it. The nature of their feelings for each other was very different from when she was with Murphy. When he left, she realized, even if he did love and care for her, she most likely loved him more than he did. She mentally shrugged, thinking it would have ended at some point but the fact that he just got up and left, with Jaha, it still bothered her. She shook the thought away when Clarke’s voice reached their ears. She was calling out their names weakly, panting and Bellamy caught her before she fell, giving her support so she could stand. “What is it? What’s going on?”

“Emerson.” It was just one word, well a name really, but the three of them were very much aware of what it meant. The guy from Mount Weather, who they thought they had gotten rid of already, was back, harder to kill than a cockroach. The trio then walked into the ring, with Bellamy and Michelle walking in front of Clarke, their heads tilted, eyes glued to the viewfinder lens, guns up, flashlights on.

“Where’s Monty?” Bellamy enquired.

“Emerson took him. Why?” She frowned, trying to understand what Emerson’s motivation was. He grabbed his radio and tried to make contact with his sister, stopping in their tracks.

“Octavia, can you hear me? Come in.”

“Jasper was with her.”

“Jasper, are you there? Say something.” The only answer they got was a static sound crackling on the other end.

“Maybe Emerson got them too.” Michelle said quietly. Clarke looked down, frowning, shaking her head.

“Miller, Harper, Bryan… This is all my fault. I let Emerson live.”

“What are you talking about?” Bellamy looked at Clarke, blinking in confusion before exchanging a glance with Michelle. She had no idea what she was talking about either, but their friend seemed preoccupied. Her eyes went from one to the other.

“In Polis. I had a chance to kill him, but I let him go.”

“Bellamy, what’s wrong?” Raven’s voice came over the radio, interrupting their conversation.

“Raven, are you okay? Where are you?” He immidietaly asked.

“Still in engineering. We’re fine.”

“Raven, listen to me. Emerson is here. Are the others with you?” Clarke spoke up, taking the radio after Bellamy handed it to her. Raven replied in the negative. She was alone with Sinclair. Clarke then gave them instructions to lock down the hangar bay and to not let anybody in but the three of them. They had yet to find their other friends, who were probably held somewhere by Emerson. They ran there but when they came at the door, shouting out the mechanic’s name, banging on the door, no one answered, and the hangar was plunged in the dark. They left, running around the ring to get to the other door. When they reached the large door from the outside, it was just opened slightly, leaving a thin thread of light penetrate inside. Slipping through the opening one after the other, the two childhoos best friends kneeled next to the lifeless body of Sinclair, lying on the ground, a large stain of blood on his t-shirt, and blood running down his mouth. His dead eyes stared right back at them, frozen, and empty. Clarke still went to check his pulse, but it was obviously too late. He was already gone. She closed his eyes. Michelle sighed and got up, her hands on the gun hanging across her shoulders, glancing around the hangar. Raven was nowhere to be seen.

“He took Raven.”

“We’re too late.” Bellamy added, but Clarke somehow disagreed. She turned her head to them.

“He didn’t kill Monty or Raven. He would’ve left their bodies. Michelle is right, he took them somewhere.”

“If you’re right, Octavia and the others are there, too. Where would he be taking them? They could be anywhere. How does he even know his way around?”

“He was here. You were in Mount Weather.” As she talked, Clarke was already thinking, and she came to the conclusion that the man that had them running around the compound looking for their friends, had taken them to the very airlock in which he had been detained before. It only made sense that he would lock them up in there. She snatched the radio from Bellamy’s belt. “Emerson. I know you’re listening. We need to talk.”

“I don’t need to do anything.” They heard grunts in the background, confirming that he did have their friends with him. Clarke had their back to them, facing the hangar’s door and Michelle and Bellamy looked at each other. “You should have killed me when you had the chance.”

“And now you’re here to kill me, is that it?”

“Something like that.”

“Then let my friends go.” She tried to bargain with him, offering to give herself over if he did what she asked. Of course, neither Michelle nor Bellamy wanted this to happen. She turned to them. “I know what I’m doing.” Michelle gave her a firm nod, trusting her, though this whole ordeal worried her.

“Come to the airlock. No weapons. Right now.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Bellamy stopped her as she walked away with a determined step. She was set on saving their friends and they didn’t disagree with this but neither of them wanted her to sacrifice herself.

“Look, when it’s over, take this to Luna. Promise me.” She took the Flame out of her pocket and handed it over to him. Her eyes went to Michelle who didn’t like the way she was talking about all this, as if she was going to die going to the airlock and there was nothing to do about it. She didn’t the decisiveness of this moment. Bellamy slightly squinted his eyes, shaking his head.

“No. You’re outta your mind your mind if you think we’re letting you do this alone.” Though she stayed quiet, used to go along with the flow of whatever Clarke wanted to do, Bellamy didn’t even think about it and included her in his statement, knowing that she was as much against this as he was. And in other circumstances, she would have sketched a smile, because he was right. Clarke glanced at Michelle before putting her gaze back on him.

“This is my fault. I’m not letting anyone else die for my mistake, okay? So take it!” She didn’t raise her voice, but her tone and gesture were strong and direct, urging him to take the flame from her hand.

“Are you through? I don’t know what happened between you and Emerson in Polis. But I do know that letting him kill you here today is a stupid plan.”

“You got a better one?” He pinched his lips and shrugged; his smirk tinged with sadness.

“You distract him, we shoot him.” Clarke let go of her original plan to just surrender herself to the mountain man and nodded to Bellamy’s proposition. She looked down at the flame while Bellamy stepped away. Now, they had to put the plan into motion, and hope it would go smoothly but what Emerson would do, and his reactions were out of their control. Clarke walked a few feet ahead of them, with Bellamy and Michelle with their guns right behind. They stood behind the corner, hidden in the shadows while she held up her hands and approached the airlock.

“I held up my part of the deal. Your turn. Let my friends go.”

“Tell Bellamy to show themselves first.” He must have seen Bellamy’s shadow, or he simply knew the girl would never actually come alone but they were both reminded that even though Michelle knew the man’s name and who he was, he probably didn’t even remember her, other than being that one Asian girl who was Clarke’s friend. She wasn’t even sure he remembered that she was one of those who basically got her thigh drilled into and almost died, if it weren’t for Clarke opened all exits of Mount Weather. The two gunsmen glanced at each other.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about...” She tried to lie, and he knew it. He grunted and Octavia let out a scream, prompting Bellamy to come out of hiding, telling Michelle to stay back with his eyes. She gave him a nod, standing her back to the wall to conceal herself better. He kept his gun ready to fire as he stepped into the hallway.

“Good. Now, take out the clip, throw it down the hall, put the gun down and get inside.”

“Please, you wanted me.” She tried to talk with him, but he wasn’t here to listen to her pleading. Surrending herself in exchange for her friends’ lives being spared, but something was off. He really wanted Bellamy to come into the airlock. The latter gave in, telling him to stop. Michelle didn’t know what Emerson was doing but she guessed that he must have been holding Octavia at gunpoint or something like that, for the young man to be this nervous. He did as order, took out the clip and kneeled, putting down his gun, along with the rest of his weapons, which included the two knives he had. He threw them away, making them slide down the hall and their course stopped right in front of Michelle. If it came down to it and using her gun was too dangerous, she would pick up one of the blades and use it against Emerson. It was clear that Bellamy took advantage of the fact the man was clueless about a third person being there. He then put his hands up in the air and walked towards the airlock, disappearing from Michelle's sight. She heard Emerson’s voice addressing Bellamy followed by Octavia grunting. Michelle was practically glued to the wall, taking deep, quiet breath, ready to step in. She clenched her jaw, hating the fact that she was blind to what was now happening, right around the corner. She listened to Emerson giving orders to Clarke, telling her to get down on her knees and put her hand behind her head. There were footsteps, certainly Emerson, followed by a beeping sound and the airlock door closing.

“No- You can do anything you want with me. Okay? Just let them go.” Hearing him grunt, Michelle peeked. Emerson was his back to her, holding Clarke the collar of her coat and pushing her towards the closed space. He put his arm around her neck, his handgun against her head, pressing her against the glass. Michelle then thought, using her gun would put Clarke’s life at risk, while using a much sneakier weapon such as Bellamy’s knives, would give her a bigger chance of neutralizing Emerson. She let go of her shotgun, letting it hang to her side and picked up both blades to her feet, holding the handles tightly. And she waited for the right opportunity to come out. Not knowing if he had his finger on the trigger didn’t help her determine when to act either and she couldn’t risk Emerson seeing her, it would fuck the whole plan up as well.

“You murdered 381 people. You took the lives of my children, my brother, my friends. Did you really think that I would be happy with just one life in return?” When she heard him step back, dragging Clarke with him, she took another look. The gun was now aimed towards the ceiling. He put his arm back around Clarke, right across her chest and used his free hand to uncover a glowing red button. She came out of hiding as he pressed it. A voice over PA announced that the airlock was being emptied of its oxygen. He looked to asphyxiate their friends. She took advantage of the loud, dull noise covering her steps and she rushed towards him, driving the blades of the daggers right into his skull with a grunt. A gunshot went off as he collapsed, dragging Clarke with him. She broke free from his grip and rushed to the airlock control panel to open the door. Michelle just then processed what she did and though she didn’t feel bad about it, she couldn’t help but stare at Emerson’s face, his empty eyes staring back at her. She realized her fingers were trembling, so she closed her hands into fists. The two knives looking like horns that had grown on the sides of his head. Clarke got up, stretching out her arms to reopen the airlock. Their friends inside weren’t exactly passed out but a little lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, breathing heavily, while the two were getting rid of Emerson. Michelle stepped over the man’s body, helped Clarke up. As she freed one of them, they helped free each other. Michelle went to untie Bellamy from the wall and frowned in frustration since her hands were still a bit shaky. She felt his gaze upon her.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

“You’re the one that’s restrained. I’m fine.” He grabbed her hand and glanced over his shoulder at Emerson. She huffed, following his eyes, and stared at the dead body. The knives sticking out of his heads, a pool of blood all over the floor and trickles having flowed across his face. His eyeballs were hidden, covered with a red layer. It wasn’t the first she had had a deadly weapon in her hands, but it was the very first time that she stabbed someone this violently, in the head, and not just with one knife, but two at that. She didn’t have such a hard time shooting at people with a gun but using bladed weapons did shake her up a little. She didn’t even think, she just did it to save Clarke. Seeing that she was staring at Emerson, he stepped aside, blocking her view, making her look at him.

“You did it to save Clarke.”

“Yes, I know why I did it.” She pinched her lips, not reacting the way she would have wanted to. She answered abruptly when he was only trying to help her. But he understood and only looked at her with concern for her on his face. She locked eyes with Clarke and Octavia, who noticed them holding hands and the latter were surprised to say the least. They obviously didn’t expect to see their siblings together. The group then eventually walked outside, dragging Emerson’s body away. At nightfall, while they were putting things away, they saw Bellamy walk through the gate, carrying a large body wrapped in a body bag, in his arms. Because of the weight of the body, his gait was a bit slowed down, and his steps were heavy, sinking into the mud. He put it on the ground and took a step back while Octavia fell to her knees. She raised her hand to uncover the head and hesitated for a moment before finally doing so. It was Lincoln.

Octavia's sobbing turned into hearbreaking wailing. The rest of them were all silently standing there. Michelle felt her pain, though it was not over the death of the same type of love, she had cried just as hard over her mother. It made her want to cry and she felt a tear had run down her cheek. She swiftly wiped it away. They built a pyre and put both Sinclair and Lincoln’s bodies on it. Raven went forth, saying her goodbyes to her former mentor and stepped back while Octavia lit the pyre, pronouncing words in trigedasleng. Your fight is over. They all repeated those words in unison. While Michelle said it for their two peers, her eyes rose to the starry night sky and her thoughts went to her mother and she stared at the fire, losing her gaze in the dance of flames until Octavia's voice rises above the loud crackling.

“It’s time to go. I’ll get the map.” Bellamy watched her walk away, swallowing harshly. As he turned back towards the fire, he felt a hand hold his and his eyes went down to his hand and then up to Michelle’s face before they both observed the fire for a moment. After a while, they all went to the hangar to put their things into the rover and get ready to leave. Clarke was putting the flame back in its box and Bellamy was carrying boxes of weapons into the back of the car. Michelle was next to her childhood friend. The three exchanged a nod as he walked past them.

“Hey, we’re leaving. Why aren’t you ready?” Bellamy asked Raven and Monty as the two approached.

“We’re not going with you.” She then said, being helped down by Monty. “I can barely walk, and my shoulder is killing me. But my brain’s all kinds of awesome.”

“She remembered that Alie downloaded herself into the Ark mainframe. If the code is still there, we might be able to find a back door.” Monty added.

“I’m guessing once you connect Alie-2 to Luna, we’ll need to access Alie-1 to take her down.”

“Miller.” Bellamy called to the young man in the background, with his boyfriend and Harper. He motioned towards the other two.

“I’ll keep ‘em safe.”

“I’ll keep them safe.” Harper said, repeating his words with a smile.

“How about you? It’s gonna be dangerous.” Bellamy turned his head to Jasper.

“You know me well. I’m in.” On his words, Bellamy walked off while Clarke and Michelle said goodbye to their friends. Octavia went directly inside the car. Clarke went to the front with Bellamy and Michelle joined Octavia, followed by Jasper. The humming noise of the engine starting sounded in the hangar as Raven shut the backdoor and they drove away. Next step was finding this Luna and find a way to get rid of Alie once and for all.

[To be continued…]

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Published (02/24/2023) by Andrea

Taglist: @cathrin2405 @kika64 @mirellef2001

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comfortablyobsessed · 7 years

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Anya (The 100), Raven Reyes, Gina Martin, Bellamy Blake, Maya Vie, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Indra (The 100), Finn Collins, Callie Cartwig, Tris (The 100), Octavia Blake, Ontari (The 100) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, White House, Clarke is President's daughter, Lexa is Deputy Chief of Staff Summary:

Lexa's only been working at the White House a week, but already she's found herself on Clarke Griffin's radar; and now she's on it, she's not sure she wants off it.

Or, White House staffer meets President's daughter

#clexa #clexa fanfic #clarke x lexa #i need a writing tag

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clexaao3feed · 5 years

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Hug me and never let me go

by IamaFanFictionMaster

Words: 1535, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, M/M

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'The 100 (TV)'#clexa #the 100 #commander lexa #clarke griffin #clarklexa #c

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a-kabby-k-fanfictions · 7 years

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The life we deserved

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“I…I know that it sounds crazy, but, I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but I don’t belong to this world, I’m not this woman on the pictures. Even if we look the same, I know that’s not me,”

When Season 1 Abby wakes up in a world where she lives on earth and worst of all, where she’s engaged to Marcus Kane…

On the doorstep, Marcus felt her heart tightening painfully in his chest. In all his life he had never been more scared than now. His hands were shaking slightly as he watched how the two Griffin women clung to each other. Even though Abby might have forgotten about their relationship, at least she still remembered her daughter, which was a tiny comfort he was glad for. A sad smiled tugged at the corner of his lips as he heard them exchanging some loving words. Seeing them like that had been rare lately and he was glad that Clarke was able to put her resentment aside in a moment like this.

From the corner of his eye, Marcus saw Bellamy’s figure emerge at the corner of the corridor. He took one last look at Abby and then closed the door quietly.

"How is she?" Bellamy asked him in a low voice.

"She’s with Clarke. Her condition seems stable for now. Let’s give them some time alone," he answered simply, trying to hide his worries as he walked toward the stairs.

"And you?" the boy asked him, catching his arm as he passed next to him.

"I’m fine," Marcus lied with a nod without looking at him. "News from Octavia?" he changed the subject, downing the stairs.

"No. She didn’t answer my calls," Bellamy answered as he followed him.

"Did she know? I mean, about Abby?" Marcus inquired as he took a brief look at his phone.

"I left her a message, but I don’t know if she listened to it," Bellamy told him, pressing his lips together in embarrassment.

Marcus sighed and nodded. It was now more than a year and half since he had found out about Octavia and he had taken his responsibility as a father. During that time Bellamy and Octavia had moved in with him, but sometimes it still felt like they were strangers to each other. The teenage girl was going through a hard time and he didn’t know how to help her, or how to reach her.

"Let me know if you have news," he asked a little worried. "I’ll be in my office, I need to call my team and Jaha, telling them Abby and I need some days off," Marcus informed the younger man.

"Of course. Is there something I can do?" Bellamy asked him.

"No, thanks," Marcus answered with a grateful smile, but as he turned around a thought crossed his mind. "Actually..., do you know where Abby keeps the camcorder? And the DVD?" he asked with little hope and not sure of what he would do with it.

"Well, no but I can look it up," the boy offered, shrugging.

"Yes, please," Marcus replied with a grateful nod.

As soon as he walked into his office, Marcus closed the door behind him before leaning against it. Pressing his eyes closed, he let out a deep sigh. In his career as an Attorney, Marcus had faced thousands of heartbreaking cases and he had always been able to handle it, to deal with his emotions, to keep a cool head but nothing had never prepared him for this. To watch how the woman he loved having no recollection of their love. It was like being stabbed right in the heart over and over. The way she had looked at him with hate and distrust was terribly painful. For more than a year, Abby had become his rock, his breath of fresh air in his suffocating life, the light which had dispersed all of his darkness. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t do all of this without her.

Nonetheless, this wasn’t the time to wallow in self-pity, he needed to collect himself and call both of their jobs. He took a few more seconds, inhaled deeply and then walked towards his desk. He started to look for his telephone book, but his gaze landed on one of the pictures in front of him and his heart broke a little bit more.

Taking the frame in his hand, Marcus let himself fall heavily in his chair. With his lips pressed together in a sad smile, he let his thumb brush softly against Abby’s face. It was his favorite picture of her. He loved the way she was smiling at him in the morning light, both mischievously and shyly at the same time, wearing nothing else than a thin black robe over her naked body.

He could still perfectly remember the day he took this picture. It was the morning he would never be able to forget. It was their first morning together, the morning after the first time he got to taste her skin with his tongue, or how he got to savour the wetness of her desire. He still remembers how his fingers had wandered along the graceful curve of her glorious body, how they skimmed across the skin from the crook of her neck downwards, only to linger around her breasts, before continuing their descent towards the junction between her thighs. He could still hear those beautiful and erotic sounds that had escaped her plump lips, driving him crazy with need.

This picture of her was his favorite because it was full of wonderful and intimate memories. He could still hear her objections when he had taken the camera and took her picture. Or the way she laughed as he had crept closer, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against the swell of her breast, causing her to let out a gasp, especially when his hand had started to run along her naked legs, higher, higher and higher...

The ringing of his phone startled him out of his reverie. Putting the frame down, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he saw Callie’s name appear on the screen. Callie Cartwig was Abby’s best friend and she never called him so Marcus was sure that Jackson had already informed the woman of what had happened to Abby.

His relationship with Callie was better than the one he had with Jackson but still, he wouldn’t call it good. To be honest, he couldn’t really blame them. He still felt guilty about Jake’s execution and about Abby’s trial, even though Abby had seemed to be the only one who had managed to forgive him, which even till this day baffled him.

"Callie, hi," he said as he picked up the phone.

"Hi, Kane. I’m sorry to disturb you, but I..., Jackson called me, he told me about Abby," Callie said in a sheepish tone.

"Yeah, I figured," he told her with a pinched smile.

He wasn’t mad at the young doctor, he knew Jackson only wanted to protect Abby, but still, Marcus couldn’t help but feel sad that people still believed that he was unable to take care of her.

"Yes, well, I just wanted to know if you needed any help or something," she offered tentatively.

"Honestly, I don’t know," he confessed in a breath, rubbing his temple. "She seems to be fine for now," he said before wincing at the stupidity of his statement. "I mean, besides her amnesia," he added, the last word feeling like a scorching ember on his tongue. "Maybe it would be good if you could stop by tomorrow? After work?" he asked her for, thinking that her presence could be helpful for Abby’s memory.

"Yes, of course," Callie accepted without a second thought.

"Great, thanks," he said gratefully. She didn’t speak again and he had the feeling that she hadn’t said everything she wanted. "There’s something else?" he inquired, frowning.

"Well, yes," she said before sighing softly. "The Mount Weather company called," she informed him and stopped a second. Marcus could sense her uneasiness about the statement, even though he had no idea as to why. The name of the company sounded familiar to him, but he couldn’t remember why. "They said they have a reception room available for the wedding," she finally explained and Marcus felt his heart skip a beat.

"Oh," that was all he managed to say.

In six months, Abby was supposed to become his wife, but with how things were looking at the moment, a wedding sounded out of the question.

"Do you want me to tell them we need to think about it?" she offered, but he wasn’t really listening to her anymore. His gaze had landed again on the picture in front of him and the only thing he could think about right now was that the dream he was living was shattering and that he couldn’t do anything about it.

"Kane? You still here?" Callie's voice resonated in the phone.

"Sorry, yes, " he said, shaking his head to chase away his painful thoughts. "Yes, tell them that," he told her with a lump in his throat.

"You know, I’m sure everything going to be alright," Callie tried to comfort him but it sounded like false hope.

"Yes, thank you, Callie," he answered her anyway, trying to not sound bitter. "See you tomorrow, bye," he said goodbye before hanging up the phone, his eyes wet with tears.

When he left his office around one hour later, his gaze was caught by a familiar figure in the middle of the living room. He stopped in the doorway and leaned against the wall, watching her quietly. She was wearing a tank top and pants, both white, her shoulders covered by a grey cardigan. Her hair was still slightly damp and clearly, she hadn’t brushed it. Her caramel strands curled naturally around her face and fell over her shoulders, the tips teasing the edge of her cleavage.

Only yesterday he could have walked discretely towards her, grab her by the hips and ravage the back of her neck with kisses without a second thought. She would have laughed and chided him for being so eager in the middle of the day, but at the end she would have leaned against him and probably grasped the back of his head, encouraging him to keep up his ministrations. He swallowed hard at the thought and struggled to push it away.

"Hi," he said softly after a few second, making her jump a little.

"Oh, sorry I..., I didn’t hear you come in," she said as she turned around. "I was just...," she started to say letting her sentence trail off by pointing out the pictures on the wall with a wave of her hand.

"I promise, I have nothing to do with this. That’s all on the kids," he tried to joke, but the way she frowned made him realize he had failed.

"You...don’t like them?" she inquired visibly embarrassed.

"No-- I mean, yes," he hurried to correct himself. "Yes, I like them, but it just... You know, camera doesn’t like me," he shrugged with a shy smile at the corner of his lips.

Abby turned her head to look at the picture again and stared at it for a few second before shaking her head.

"I like this one," she stated, showing the one where he was alone.

Marcus felt his heart clench slightly in his chest.

"I know," he breathed with a sad smile. Of course, he knew. He knew it all too well because each time he had suggested removing this picture her answer had been a definitive no or a her throwing him a glare.

Abby looked down while nervously pulling away a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"We look happy," she spoke again after a few second, breaking the heavy silence which was settling.

"That’s probably because we are, or I hope so. Even if it’s not easy every day," he told her, taking several steps closer to her but stopping at a reasonable distance.

Even if he didn’t invade her personal space, she took a step backward anyway, closing protectively her arms around her tiny frame. Marcus tilted slightly his head, scanning her face, trying to read her thoughts.

"You’ll remember," he assured her tentatively, doing his best to sound self-confident even if he was internally scared to death.

Abby let out a deep sigh and shook her head in annoyance.

"I...I know that it sounds crazy, but--," she said, running her hand through her hair. "I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but I don’t belong to this world, I’m not this woman on the pictures," she asserted as she became agitated. "Even if we look the same, I know that’s not me," she assured, her voice starting to shake with emotion and a bit of anger.

"Abby," he breathed out with sadness, reaching for her arm, but once again she pushed him away.

"Don’t," she hissed without looking at him, pressing her arm tight against her chest.

That was when he noticed it. The ring wasn’t there anymore. The ring he had put upon her finger during their last vacation at the holiday home of his childhood friends Pike and Indra. The ring she excitedly accepted by jumping into his arms right in front of everyone before whispering yes over and over in the crook of his neck.

She must have noticed where his gaze landed because she immediately lowered her right arm.

"I’m not her," she whispered, her tone navigating between annoyance and apologetic.

Marcus opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no words came. He was speechless. He couldn’t think. All he could do was feel the pain course through his veins, crushing his heart.

Sudden bursts of laughter resonated loudly in the hall as the door burst open. Marcus turned around just in time to see Octavia and Jasper Jordan appearing in the doorway.

"Whoa, who’s dead?" the girl exclaimed, completely oblivious to the tension that filled the room.

"Hi, Mrs. Griffin! Hi Mr. Kane," Jasper greeted them happily from behind her.

Marcus felt his blood run cold as his eyebrows drew together angrily.

"Didn’t you check your phone? I tried to reach you all day," he scolded.

"Well," the teenage girl started to say before sharing a conspiratorial look with her friend and chuckling once more. "I might have lost it," she explained, pressing her lips together to prevent a new laugh.

"Lost it?" Marcus echoed in disbelief.

"It’s a pretty fun story if you ask me," Jasper commented with a grin.

"I didn’t ask for your advice Mr. Jordan," Marcus retorted dryly, glowering at him.

"Hey, take it easy, it’s just a phone," Octavia snapped impudently.

Marcus’ jaw clenched and he gave her a dirty look. He didn’t have time for this, not when Abby was losing her memories.

"Mr. Jordan, if you wouldn’t mind, we need family time," he stated without looking at the boy but keeping to stare furiously at Octavia.

"Family," the girl snorted, rolling her eyes.

"Oh yeah, but...We were supposed to work on a--," Jasper started to object but the way Marcus glared at him shut him off "Okay, I...I leave you alone. See you tomorrow Octavia," he hurried to say, giving the girl a slight nudge. "Bye Mr. Kane. Bye Mrs. Griffin," he added before leaving the house.

Octavia didn’t waste any time and turned around, clearly intending to sneak off.

"Not so fast," Marcus thundered.

"What?" the girl sighed loudly, throwing her head back in an annoyed movement.

"We...," he started to say, but stopped to look at Abby from the corner of his eyes. She was looking at her feet, her hand subconsciously looking for the ring which used to be around her neck. "Come with me. We need to talk," he finally told the girl, showing her the kitchen by a little move of his head.

#Kabby #kabby fanfiction #kabby fic #kabby fanfic #au #the life we deserved

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turtlewhilesleeping · 7 years

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From the ‘Fic I Will Never Write’ files:

If you’re out on the road, feeling lonely and so cold...

Abby Griffin lives in the quirky town of Stars Hollow Arkadia with her teenage daughter Clarke. They’ve always been close, but things have been difficult the last few years following the sudden loss of husband and father Jake. But life, as always, goes on.

These days Abby runs a small hotel with her two closest friends, chef Callie Cartwig and concierge Eric Jackson. Every morning on her way to work she stops in at local institution Kane's Diner where she gets her daily dose of coffee and simmering sexual tension with proprietor Marcus Kane.

Spoiler alert: Abby and Marcus get together. There's a bunch of pining and will-they-won't-they first but then they totally hook up. (And then get married and get a dog and live happily ever after and nothing bad ever happens the end.)

Clarke meanwhile has just been accepted into prestigious Polis Academy where she meets the brilliant, challenging Lexa and thus begins an epic friendship/rivalry that eventually blossoms into love (just like Rory/Paris should have lbh).

Also, at some point Marcus's simple, uncomplicated life is turned upside-down with the arrival of his delinquent niece and nephew Octavia and Bellamy Blake who come to stay with him in the tiny apartment over the diner. They have some trouble adjusting to quiet small town life but eventually form a strong bond with their uncle. Marcus becomes their staunch defender, father-figure, and is basically devoted to his adopted kids because of course he is.

Finn Collins = Dean obviously or as I like to call them the literal worst.

In other parallels, Raven = Lane Kim aka Clarke's BFF, Jaha = Taylor Doose the annoying town mayor, Jasper = Kirk lol, Sinclair = Jackson because Callie/Sinclair would be adorable, Indra = Miss Patty and please take a moment to imagine eccentric ex-diva Indra teaching little girls ballet. You’re welcome.

Alas there are no character analogues to stand in for Richard and Emily as Abby's parents and that bothers me so much it almost totally negates the value of this entire AU. (There are literally no old people on this show. There was Vera Kane and creepy President Wallace, like they would make the worst Richard and Emily Gilmore I can even imagine.)

Still here for Abby and her flirtatious friendship with local curmudgeon with a heart of gold Marcus Kane though.

And really what more do you need from an AU than that.

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thestagthatlovedthewolf · 6 years

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Here’s my entry to Abby Griffin Daily’s Four Day Fall Fest for @abbygriffindaily :) The prompt for today is favorite relationship and I ended up doing little dabbles for five relationships who mean a lot to Abby!!! (I was undecided between Jaha and Raven, and I apologize I went with Jaha, but he’s one of my favorites!!)

It’s getting late and I need to sleep, so I’m sorry for mistakes - I’ll reread tomorrow and fix it :)

Please enjoy!!

1. Thelonious Jaha

Abby was one month old when she met him. Thelonious was four months older than her. Their parents knew each other, they were Alpha elite, with members in the Council and big places. From the day they were born, they were destined to bigger things – a future opened to them, with the walls of the Ark and their imagination as restriction.

The Walters had come to the Jahas for the evening, the men would watch an old match, while the women would talk, rest after a tiring first month of motherhood. But those weren’t the important relationships taking place that night.

In the bedroom, newborn Abby had been laid on the crib next to Theo, and at some point they woke up, and while none could speak, they look at each other, hands reaching for each other, Abby as she would be known to always do, reached first.

Besides her parents, this was the first meaning relationship Abigail Walters made.

2. Callie Cartwig

Classes started today, 1st grade. Until now Abby had only known Alpha station kids, that was how it was organized for children before they turned six. But with the first letters and numbers came bigger classes, with other stations, including a very special girl from Hydra, at least the upper class of Hydra – kids whose parents worked in Go-Sci – had joined.

Callie was not the first person she noticed in class, after all Theo who she had been best friends since she was a baby, but she had been intrigued by Callie. She had sat in the back of class and had been looking at her lap for too long during class, which Abby found suspicious.

“What were you doing in class?” Abby asked coming up to her during break, and she was in the corner playing with some blocks.

“Nothing,” she asked immediately, “I was listening.”

“No, you weren’t,” she said, “What were you doing?”

“Nothing.” Abby was not getting through her, so she promised her something, “I’m not going to tell on you.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?” she asked.

“I promise,” she said, offering this girl her pinky for a promise.

“You can never tell on me. Never.”

“Never,” and the girl took her finger then and the promise was done, and she pulled something from her bag – a book.

“I was reading.”

“Reading…”

Abby took the book from her hand and looked at the cover and the drawings, but she couldn’t make out the words.

“You can read?”

“Yeah, I can. It’s Alice in Wonderland.”

“Can you read to me?”

“Sure.” She put aside the blocks and opened the book, pulling Abby to sit next to her, and just before she started, she introduced herself, “I’m Callie, by the way.”

3. Jake Griffin

Twelve years old and her class became bigger. The last seven years had all been the same, learning with Theo and Cece, spending most of her afternoons with Callie, and trading homework notes with Thelonious; so it was no wonder the three of them were there when Jake comes into her life.

She was already in the classroom – history, which wasn’t her favorite, so she was glad to be done by it in the morning – her head was resting on Callie’s shoulder as she was still sleepy, while her friend was reading as always. Thelonious hadn’t arrived yet, which wasn’t normal for him – he had always been early to everything.

When Abby finally saw Thelonious, he was not alone, he was in conversation with another boy – he wasn’t a stranger (nobody was in the Ark) and she had definitely seen him at the Jahas before. He was blond, with his hair a bit shaggy, and his eyes were light, from what she could see from here, and then he laughed – this loud and smiley laugh, that woke up Abby for real.

“Who’s he?” she asked Callie – she was always more into the gossip than Abby.

“He’s from Mecha. His mother is an engineer.”

“He’s cute.”

“Ohhh… Miss Abby finally thinks someone is cute…” Callie whispered. They had had this talk multiple times, Callie had been having crushes since they were seven – there was Diana, the latest (who was three years older), John, Fred, and Hermione. Abby hadn’t had one yet, but now, looking at this boy – he was cute and his laugh was beautiful.

“Hey,” Callie said, signing for Thelonious to join them.

“Hi,” Thelonious greeted them, “This is Jake Griffin.”

“Callie,” she said waving.

“I’m Abby Walters,” she told him, smiling at him.

“Hi,” he greeted her and smiled back.

That was the moment Abby thought herself in love with Jake Griffin. It wasn’t true. Not yet. But in a few years, she would know what true love was and it would be with him.

4. Clarke Griffin

There was a special love that was reserved for their children, something young Abby had dreamed of having as often as becoming a doctor. So now as Jake came to her with the baby on his arms, wearing his biggest smile that made her fall in love with him all over again, she felt a new kind of love, anxiously wanting to hold her daughter.

“Here, baby,” Jake said, putting her on her arms, “She’s beautiful.”

“She is,” Abby whispered, finally looking at her little face, with her thin blond hair, as the eyes opened, the same blue of her father’s. “We did good.”

“You did it, Abby.” Abby didn’t answer Jake, and turned her eyes back to her child.

“Hi, baby, Clarke… I’m your mom, and I love you so much. You’re going to grow up to be the strongest and smartest girl.”

“Your mom’s brain.”

“Your father’s courage. And his laugh and his kind heart. And we’re going to love you and protect you until the end of our days,” she promised, kissing the top of her head. And that moment her girl moved, and rested even closer to her chest, relaxing to the sound of her mother’s heartbeats.

5. Marcus Kane

Abby had seen him around before, of course. They might have been Earth Skills classmates if she remembers things right and he was friends with Jake, she knew that. And she also knew that Callie occasionally slept with him. But now he was coming to her world, Marcus Kane took the seat in front of her in the Council, as the new Commander of the Guards.

Abby smiled at him when he came into the room and took his seat, but he gave her nothing back; his face unreadable in front of her. And then he spoke, he argued with her. But he cared.

People came to these meetings and they wanted them to end in the shortest amount of time, but not him, he kept arguing with her, it didn’t matter how long it would go, he fought her on it – years later she wouldn’t remember what it was about, only that he cared enough about something to stay and fight for it.

At some point, the Chancellor had to stop the meeting and no final agreement was reached that day, but she warned Abby and Marcus that they had until the last meeting to reach a consensus between the two of them and present it.

“Doctor Griffin,” Marcus approached her as the meeting ended.

“Abby, please.”

“Kane,” he introduced himself, stopping her from using his first name. “I was wondering if you want to discuss the proposal now.”

“Sorry… it’s getting late,” she said, “And my daughter is waiting for me.”

“We need to meet.”

“We will, not now. I’ll contact you,” she told him, before turning her back to him, knowing that she would not be shamed for needing to go to her doctor.

“Of course, Abby,” his answer surprised her, “I look forward to continuing this conversation with you.” With that, the long and legendary disagreements between Marcus Kane and Abigail Griffin started.

#abbygfall #the 100 fic #abby griffin #kabby #abigail griffin #the 100 #theolonious jaha #callie cartwig #jake griffin #clarke griffin #marcus kane #calliope cartwig

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