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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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Wanheda - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty

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Summary: Ever since Clarke walked away from camp Arkadia, Bellamy, Michelle and the others had been looking everywhere for her, but they would never find her until she was ready to be found. They started hearing about a certain Wanheda after running into a bunch of Grounders during a mapping run outside the compound and things went downhill from there.

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Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (episode 1 “Wanheda - Part 1″ & episode 2 “Wanheda - Part 2″), violence, blood, grief, head trauma

Bellamy grunted and groaned as he traded punches with Lincoln. He fell to the ground and got back up, hitting the grounder in the chest. The two young men made a demonstration of combat under the eyes of the teenagers of the Ark. In the last months, they regularly practiced to fight, under the teaching of Lincoln. Months. Michelle sighed at the thought that it had been 3 months already since Clarke left Camp Jaha, now named Arkadia, and disappeared from their radar. She had no idea where her best friend had gone off to and had to wait for her to resurface and come back. Murphy was sometimes on her mind as well. She wondered if they found this utopia that was the city of light, but she doubted that. She only hoped he was alive, somewhere. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, standing a little behind the group watching Lincoln and Bellamy, she snapped out of her thoughts and her eyes drifted over his bare chest, detailing the bulging muscles of his body. She couldn't believe she would ever find Bellamy so attractive and yet a few months ago they had started to get closer. Purely physical at first, she felt her feelings for him change and get stronger, and for some reason she didn't even understand, she found herself pushing him away and distancing herself from him. She also wondered sometimes if the girlfriend he now had was to make her jealous, and let's say it did. Even if she refused to admit it.

She watched Bellamy get thrown over Lincoln shoulder and onto the ground while he held his punch back. The demonstration was over. He straightened up and turned to the group. Bellamy was still lying on the ground, catching his breath before getting on his feet.

“He had me, but he was too aggressive.” The crowd chuckled and the grounder looked at his opponent. The latter was putting on his t-shirt. “Quitting so soon?”

“Mapping run. Sector 7.”

“Harper, let’s get this over with.” She threw a bag at Lincoln, and he caught it effortlessly.

“The Council wants you to have that.”

“I’m Trikru.” He grabbed a uniform from inside the bag. It was a uniform worn by guards on the Ark.

“A uniform doesn’t change that. This is our home now, Lincoln. We fought for it. Too many of our friends died for it. On the Ark, the uniform meant something different. Down here, it means what we make it mean. Together.” He declared, pointing at the piece of clothing in his hand. “My sister will understand that eventually.”

“Pair up and fight. Now.” Lincoln instructed before following Bellamy to the bench. As they obeyed and began to practice on their own, Michelle fixed her gaze on Bellamy waiting for his talk with Lincoln to end so they could leave the training room. She wasn't staying to practice today, at least not yet. After the incident at Mount Weather, Abby told her to avoid physical effort for the next few months or the drill wound in her femur would never heal properly and though she was annoyed by this constraint, she couldn't go against it, and it made her team up with Bellamy less anyway since she didn't go on missions outside the camp. After a minute, Bellamy walked toward her and looked at her nodding his head towards the door as she followed him outside. They could both feel the awkwardness between them when they were together. It was palpable. But both acted like they didn't took notice of it, preferring to behave as if there was nothing between them. Bellamy probably thought that was what she wanted him to do, and it wasn't, but she felt like she couldn't tell him that. Their relationship was most definitely too weird now.

They walked in silence to a door, glancing at each other from the corner of their eyes when the other wasn't looking. Bellamy knocked and opened the door. Kane was standing in front of a sector map he had drawn on a board and motioned for them to be quiet and come forward. Abby was sleeping on a couch not far from them.

“It’s the Chancellor’s first sleep in two days.” He said quietly.

“I’ll be quick, then. We’re going into Sector 7. I think we should arm the entire unit.”

“Permission granted. But the rules of engagement still apply. Nonlethal response.”

“Copy that.” He proceeded to walk back to the door and leave when Kane called him.

“Bellamy… There hasn’t been an attack since Mount Weather. It’s three months. Our people believe that this is real peace. Try not to screw that up.”

“Yes, sir.” He nodded with a tight smile and turned around. Michelle was about to follow suit with him as she was supposed to accompany him on this mapping run this time around. Her father gently grabbed her arm.

“What? I can still go right? My leg feels fine.”

“Be careful.” She nodded, giving him a reassuring smile, and jogged to catch up with Bellamy down the hallway. Hearing her footsteps behind him, he took a peek over his shoulder, slowing down his pace and walked with her to search out Monty for the mapping run. The latter was sitting at a table when they arrived.

“Monty, why aren’t you ready?” Bellamy asked.

“I am. He’s not.” He simply said, glancing behind him. Bellamy and Michelle followed his gaze and saw Jasper sprawled on the ground, passed out drunk under a table. The three of them walked towards him. “What should we do?”

“We should leave him this time.”

“He’s not getting better. Maya’s death broke him.” He continued, concerned for his best friend. Insisting that he needed this, Bellamy exhaled. They each took an arm to help her up and Michelle sighed quietly before walking after them. The two sat him down when a voice reached their ears. Michelle glanced towards where it rose from and saw Gina, Bellamy's girlfriend. She couldn’t help but cross her arms, rolling her eyes and looking away when she saw them kiss, turning her head the opposite direction. She didn’t even try to hide her annoyance in front of Monty. He was a friend she could trust, there was no point in pretending she didn’t feel anything seeing him with her. She felt that he was looking at her and avoided his gaze.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged and walked away. She jumped at the chance to go further from Bellamy and Gina and accompanied him, leaving Jasper dozing off against the car.

“If you follow me then it’s not ‘nothing’, Michelle.” He grabbed a bucket and began to fill it with water. “I don’t understand what’s up with you and Bellamy.”

“Well, I don’t know… It’s just— It’s nothing.” She glanced at the car. Bellamy was busy with a bag near the vehicle, talking with Raven and Nate. He met her gaze and she looked away. Monty nodded and walked back to Jasper, taking their peers by surprise when he threw the bucket of water in his face. Michelle was kind of sad. He was a good friend but if she had Clarke to talk to it would be very different. Maybe she wouldn’t even have pushed Bellamy away in the first place and things wouldn’t be like this. She couldn’t blame Bellamy though. She showed him she liked him and when it got more serious, she stepped away without warning. He had probably been hurt by her gesture, but she couldn't do anything about it now. It was too late. She had to focus on helping them until they finally found Clarke.

“I’m sorry, was that too cold?” Jasper looked up at him through his eyebrows and started screaming as he slammed him against a wall. The sudden anger that had driven him seemed to leave and he let go of Monty. Bellamy walked up to him and gave him a bulletproof vest.

“No gun for you. Not until you’re sober.”

“Don’t want one.” Before walking away, he mimed a military salute and slightly slapped Bellamy's face, making him turn his head in reflex. Michelle watched for a few seconds, her arms hanging down at her sides before she decided to walk over to get a bulletproof vest and a gun, passing Bellamy without a glance. When he was his back to her, she looked at him getting a kiss from Gina before leaving and the two young women exchanged looks as Michelle got in the back of the rover next to Bellamy, while Raven and Jasper sat at the front.

“She’s too good for you.” Raven taunted.

“Shut up.”

“Careful. Monty might melt her.” Monty turned to Jasper, about to retort something but Bellamy stopped him.

“Raven… take us out.” She nodded and started the car. Nate closed the doors and the hangar door opened, revealing Octavia on horseback in front of the vehicle. They drove across Arkadia and followed her through the woods. Jasper had headphones on and started singing along the music he was listening to. Everyone in the car looked at him and Monty pulled the earphone out.

“No way. If you’re gonna ride shotgun, you can’t just disappear.” When Jasper went to connect his MP3 to the car system, Bellamy kept Monty from stopping him.

“It’s okay. It’s a long ride.” Quickly, Jasper began singing, joined by Raven and Nate who were enjoying the music. It was honestly not bad, but Michelle barely sketched a smile, letting her head rest against the wall, looking out the tiny, barred window on the back. She straightened up when she saw Jasper get up in the car and join them in the back to stick his head out the opening in the roof of the rover. The party was quickly over when the radar started bipping. Raven cut the music and made the car go to a halt.

“A tracking beacon from the Ark.” Monty exclaimed as he got on the passenger seat.

“Who is that?” Bellamy inquired.

“Farm Station.”

“After four months? How?” Nate wondered, glancing at Bellamy.

“We’ll find out. Where are they?” The car doors opened on Octavia, asking if she had missed the party.

“Sector 8.” Monty added.

“That’s Ice Nation.” Michelle said, frowning.

“What about it”?

“The protocole says we go home. Let the Chancellor decide what to do next.” Raven explained.

“Screw protocole. The Chancellor’s not from Farm Station. Monty is. So is Miller’s boyfriend. It’s your call.” Bellamy looked at Monty and Miller, leaving them the choice of action on this one and Monty almost immidietaly agreed to it. Octavia closed the door and they left for the Ice Nation territory. Michelle knew this wasn’t a good idea and it would at some point go sideways, not that she felt bad for going against the orders they had been given but she was thinking about how her father told her to be careful and she was not doing that at all. Even though her leg was healing, she had been warned by Abby to go easy on it or the drill wounds into her bones would always and forever weaken the strength in her limb. The scar on her hand was still barely healed as well, prominent, and pinkish across her palm. She would never fully recover her mobility and strength in her hand as nerves had been severed but the upside to that was that she no longer felt anything in the palm of her hand, neither pain nor hot nor cold.

When the car stopped again, they all quickly got out. Michelle and Bellamy looked around the forest that stretched before them. The sun was hidden by the clouds as the day progressed and they were bathed in a dull whitish light.

“These woods must be the border.”

“So wher’s all the ice?” Jasper asked, walking nonchalantly.

“Much further north.” Octavia stepped next to her brother. “Azgeda stretches for 1,000 miles.”

“Good thing we only have to go 200 meters.” Monty was leaning over the GPS in his hands, not looking ahead of him. Bellamy stopped him in his tracks, reminding him of the rules. They couldn’t engage with lethal forces if they crossed path with people from the Ice Nation. Knowing these people weren’t the most peaceful, it was really a rule setting them up for danger.

“Tight formation on my command. Raven, you stay in the rover.”

“We need every gun we’ve got.” Octavia then declared. As Monty watched the progression of the beam on the radar, telling them how much closer the people were getting, Michelle stared in front of her, holding her gun secured in her grip. Her scarred hand supported the barrel of the weapon. None of them moved a finger. Bellamy held his gun up, getting ready to fire, just in case.

“They’re our people. What are you—”

“We hope they’re our people.” On Bellamy’s command, they all aimed as they saw a bunch of horses coming towards them.

“Ice Nation?”

“Yes. White war paint.” She confirmed her brother’s question. There were three of them, on horses as white as the paint on their faces. Bellamy and the others lowered their guns. Octavia quietly advised them to stay calm and she raised her hands in peace as she approached the riders. They began to speak in trigedasleng. “They think we’re looking for Wanheda.”

“Who’s that?” Bellamy spoke for all of them when he asked this. Michelle frowned in confusion, wondering who it was and why it was even brought up. It must have a signification in their language, but they didn’t have the translation needed to understand. Even Octavia had no idea who that was. An Azgeda rider took a step towards her. Monty noticed a red light hanging from his bag. That was the beacon they had noticed on the radar. Out of the blue, Jasper walked up to them, ignoring Bellamy telling him to come back. He decided to act on his own at the worst time he could have chosen.

“Tell them we observe the Commander’s truce. Do it now.” Octavia hurried to do as her brother asked and she spoke in their language again, with a sense of urgency in her voice. They had to avoid losing control of the situation. Jasper straight up snatched the beacon, and the rider got a hold of him, holding a blade up to his neck. Michelle didn’t understand what he said after, but she made out the word wanheda again. Whoever that was, they were eager to find them. The two other riders bent their bows. Octavia seemingly tried to talk to them, but Jasper ruined any possible effort they could make and smiled as if he found the whole thing so funny. They never should have brought him on this run with them. He was too affected and messd up by what happened at Mount Weather and that had made him too reckless. His behavior was going to put them all at risk and of course things went downhill with the arrogant smile that grew on his face. The rider pressed the blade of his knife against the side of his throat, drawing blood and a shot was fired by each one of them until Bellamy ordered them to hold their fire, which they did but the two riders had fallen heavily from their mounts.

“Jasper, get down.” He kneeled and Octavia threw her machete at the last Azgedan standing, stabbing him neatly in the chest. The latter fell after stumbling. Just after the fight had ceased, they heard Kane's voice coming from the radio in the rover. It all got blew up in the first place because of Jasper. Michelle clenched her jaw, giving him a stare as she trotted around the car, her hand on the car door while Bellamy took the radio. Octavia took care of helping him up anyway. She leaned him against the vehicule while Miller got the aidkit out. As annoying as he was, he was still bleeding from his neck.

“We had to shoot three Ice Nation scouts.” There was no immediate response, so he insisted. “Culvert. Sector 4, copy. Will you tell me what’s going on?”

“When you get here. Out.”

“Sector 4? Why’s Kane so far outside the wall?” Michelle enquired, glancing at Raven standing beside her. It seemed like she was about to ask the exact same thing. He didn’t say anything and went to the others, shouting for them to get Jasper back home. They were knee-deep in a shit load of trouble because of his stupid behavior.

“Miller. Get one of their horses. Raven, since you can’t ride, you’re on the back. Monty, Michelle, you’re with me. Let’s go.” They all nodded to the instructions he gave them. While the others left on horseback, heading back to Camp Arkadia, Michelle, Monty and Bellamy climbed in the car and drove all the way to the entrance of a large tunnel. They jumped out and stayed on the look out.

“You were right about Jasper. Okay? Is that what you want me to say?”

“Quiet. Keep your eyes peeled. I could’ve said no.”

“He’s getting worse, isn’t he? I mean, getting drunk every night is one thing, but smiling with a knife to your throat, that’s next level damaged.”

“Exactly.” Michelle said quietly, staring ahead of her as she saw movement in the dense bushes and trees in front of them. The tall figure of her father appeared, followed by someone. The three of them held their guns low.

“Who’s he with?”

“Indra. He must’ve told her we broke the truce.” Bellamy added before walking to meet them. “Sir, before you say anything, there was a good reason—”

“I’ll deal with that later. This is about Clarke.”

“Clarke?” Michelle’s face suddenly relaxed as she looked at him, her lips parted. She quickly shook off the puzzlement she felt and continued. “What about her?”

“She’s being hunted.” Indra stated with a serious tone.

“By who?” Monty asked.

“By everyone.”

“So, she’s Wanheda.” Michelle quickly figured the person the Azgedan scouts were looking for, and that they kept calling wanheda, was most likely Clarke herself. Even if it didn’t really made sense to her now, there was no other reasoning possible. Bellamy contained his shock but when he looked at her, he couldn’t hide it from her. Just by sharing a simple look, they knew they would both be ready to do anything to save Clarke, wherever she might be and their shared love for her brought them together no matter what state their relationship was in. Even if they happened to hate each other, they would still be prepared to team up. Fortunately enough, they did not in fact hate each other. It was rather the opposite.

With Monty at the wheel, Michelle climbed in the back with the two newcomers, sitting next to her father as they drove through the forest. Indra seemed disconcerted and made uneasy by the tremors of the vehicle when a wheel hit a pothole in the road.

“I’m still getting used to it myself.” Kane admitted sofly.

“Sir, we’re almost out of range. Are you sure you don’t wanna tell the Chancellor?”

“I’m sure.” He told Monty. “I don’t wanna worry Abby until we know something.”

“We know there is a kill order. You people are big on those.”

“It’s not a kill order. It’s a bounty.” Indra corrected. “Clarke’s a symbol. She’s known as Wanheda. Seems like Michelle was the first to make the connection.”

“What does Wanheda means?” Michelle leaned on her knees, clasping her hands together. Indra turned her head towards her, silent for a second.

“It means, Commander of Death.”

“The Ice Nation guys we killed asked about Wanheda. They’re looking for Clarke. Why?” Bellamy spoke.

“My people believe that when you kill someone, you get their power. Kill Wanheda and you command death.”

“She’s just one girl.” Michelle glanced at her father as she straightened up and listened quietly. Maybe it wasn’t a kill order that Clarke was the target of but all in all, she would end up killed by someone. They had to do something to prevent that.

“So was the Commander. What Clarke did at Mount Weather weakened her. The Ice Nation is emboldened. Their Queen wants Clarke’s power. If her people believe she has it, she’ll break the coalition and start a war. I can’t let that happen.” A beeping noise started sounding at the front of the rover and Monty let them know they finally reached Sector 7. He asked where to go now and Indra’s voice rose again. “If she’s here, she’ll need supplies. We’ll start at the trading posts.”

Night fell quickly, and it was pitch-black outside with only the rover's headlights and moon as lights. It was silent too. Until Monty suddenly braked. Though unsettled and taken by surprised, Michelle was well seated and wouldn’t have fallen but Kane grabbed her arm. They looked out the windshield and saw the reason why Monty had stopped the car in the middle of nowhere. There was a large tree trunk lying across the road. They had to move it. Before Monty and Bellamy jumped out the vehicle, Indra stopped them.

“It’s been cut down.” If that was the truth it would mean this was a set up to catch them the moment, they stepped out of the car. Of course, Bellamy doubted her word and stood through the moon roof to take a look. The silence that followed was brief. Another tree crashed to the ground and Bellamy ducked back into the car. Now they knew for sure that Indra was right.

“It’s been three hours. What are they waiting for?” Bellamy was growing impatient and annoyed at whoever was out there. The sun had risen outside and yet none of them could see anything to report around them, after they had now been stuck in the car the whole night.

“I say we make a run for it.”

“No. That’s what they want us to do.” Kane disagreed with Monty as he looked out the rear doors window. But if they couln’t go outside, there wasn’t many things they could do. Indra argued.

“The boy is right. They can wait longer than we can.”

“Okay, Bellamy. You get in the turret, and you cover us. Once we get to that ridge over ther, we’ll cover you.”

“Copy that. Run fast.” He stood up, opening the roof and they tightened their grip on their guns when he let them know that the people prying on them were already here. A man's muffled voice ordered them out, or maybe Bellamy did. The latter was pulled out the vehicle. Kane and Michelle exclaimed in surprise when he was lifted out the rover. They let go of their weapons, with Indra reluctantly doing the same. The metal of her sword clanged as it fell. The moment the door’s handle was turned down, they were pulled out the car violently and thrown on the ground in a concert of gruntings before being all pinned down. Her head held against the dirt, Michelle’s eyes swept over the people around them and watched two of them make Monty stand up. One snatched the beacon from him. He yelled to get it back, but Bellamy called out to him, and a masked woman picked up on his name. It was his mother. The woman took off her mask and drew her son into a hug. It was clear how relieved she was to have found him alive and well, safe and sound.

Michelle looked away, swallowing harshly. It was a sweet and sour sight for her as it only reminded her that her own mother was gone. She would never have the chance to experience such a moment and could only be reunited with her in death, but she was barely 18 so if she played smart at survival, she would still live for quite a while. Knowing that she would never see her mother ever again in this lifetime hurt her in ways she never imagined. She could feel this gaping hole in her heart that would never be filled again. The loss of her mother was still so fresh too. It was an open wound that felt like it would never heal but at least she had found another parent, although she would have preferred to have her mother as well as her father by her side. She blinked heavily to force the tear blurring her sight to fall and roll down her cheek while Monty hugged his mother in a tight embrace, sobbing.

“Pike?”

“You have no idea how good it is to see you.” He declared laughing and with a big smile on his face, holding out his hand to help him up. Michelle and Bellamy kind of glanced at each other as they were still pinned to the ground, a blade to their throats. “Lacroix, Smith, watch our six. Everyeon else, I said stand down.”

The man holding her down released her and she rolled on her back, leaning on her elbow to sit up. She caught her father's gaze as she furtively wiped away the tear and she took the hand he offered to help her up in turn. He gave her a compassionate and fatherly look, putting a comforting hand at the back of her head, softly stroking her hair with his thumb. He didn’t need to do much thinking to understand why she had gotten teary. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes too as he looked at her. His hand slid to her shoulders as they looked towards Monty and his mother. The latter spun around, looking for someone.

“Where’s dad?”

“Your father didn’t make it.” After a second of heavy silence, they stepped into a hug. Michelle watched them for a moment while Kane addressed Pike.

“How many of you are there?”

“63. The rest are camped in the mountains north of here.” He raised his voice, talking to the survivors around him, drawing Michelle's attention back to him. “Grounders killers one and all. Am I right?”

They joined into a yelling cry, and it got Michelle frowning. Her judging and defying stare got him looking directly at her. He squinted his eyes and started observing the proximity there was between Kane and her. She had forgotten but it was true that no one beside Abby had ever known she was Kane’s child. Her mother had always kept it a secret who the father of her kid was. Pointing a finger towards her, he parted his lips.

“Michelle Cartwig, right? I’d recognize that look of defiance anywhere. You always stared at me like this when I was teaching you.” She sketched a tight smile as he gave her a heavy pat on the shoulder that was meant to be friendly.

“Hate to cut this short. We gotta find Clarke.” Bellamy stepped in, unknowingly stopping this awkward interaction for Michelle. They had no time to waste on top of everything, so she didn’t need to be reminded that she always looked mad during Earth Skills lessons.

“Clarke Griffin?” He nodded. “If only all of my Earth Skills students were as good as her.”

“It’s good to see you, sir.” They shared a handshake, chuckling. Kane then asked for the tree to be moved from the road and Pike motioned for the rest of the Farm Station survivors to help them do so. Michelle knew she wouldn’t be of much help with the reduced strength of her hand, but she wanted to walk away from Pike. She had never liked people in position of authority and though the incident in which she spat at Kane, the news of the assault on a guard had spread all over the Ark. Monty joined Michelle and Bellamy “Are you okay?”

“I have to be.” They grunted as they bent over the trunk and proceeded to push it out of the way together. It didn’t take them much time to get things done and they walked back to the others.

“Kane, it’s time to go.” After Bellamy called out to him, the councilman instructed Monty to give the coordinates to Arkadia so they could go there on their own while they looked for Clarke’s whereabouts.

When they arrived at the trading post, they heard noises of commotion in the building. Bellamy walked through the door first and shot the guy attacking the worker inside. She stood up in panic, stumbling as she found her footing, her face covered in blood as she watched them enter. Indra checked out the dead grounder, telling the group that it was a bounty hunter. He must have been after Clarke like everyone else they crossed paths with until now. She talked to the woman in their language and Michelle frowned at Pike when he insisted that they converse in English, for no reason. Kane told him to go search the perimeter with Monty and his mother, to make sure there was no one else lurking around the area. It was easy to tell that in the future, Pike would be a pain in the ass. There was a reason why Michelle had never been very obeidient and nice when he was her teacher. She didn’t like the guy. Watching him walk out, she turned back to Indra who had resumed talking. From what she gathered; she told her they were looking for Wanheda but she seemed wary to speak

“Please. She’s in danger.” Bellamy said.

“You’re Skaikru?” Finding this out seemed to loosen her tongue a bit. “She was here last night.”

“Did she say where she was going?” Kane stepped forward.

“No. She was here when I fell asleep, and gone when I woke up.”

“She gave you any indication of where she might go?”

“No. But he did. He said that his partner came back for her. It was Ice Nation.” Bellamy, Kane and Michelle shared a glance. They had already had a run in with Ice Nation people before. It didn't look good. Monty walked back inside. They all turned to him.

“Good news. I found fresh tracks.”

“Great. Start the Rover.”

“That’s the bad news.” He looked at Bellamy. “Too many trees. We have to go on foot.”

Michelle let the others out first and turned when she heard the woman's voice behind her. “I hope you find her.” She gave her a strong nod before following suit and joining her peers outside. They had to track down Clarke before anything bad happened to her because it would if they wasted too much time. Coming out of the forest, they crossed a large field, on the lookout. Being in such a big and open place was almost less reassuring than being in a crowded forest. There was no way for them to know if someone was watching them from the treetops or following them around in the high grass. As they walked, Michelle heard the others talk behind her and Kane until Indra, who had stopped in her tracks, asked them to be quiet as she looked in the distance. Maybe she had spotted something.

“Listen.”

“War drums.” Kane noted. Michelle looked around and she heard them too. Now that she has pointed it out. She just noticed the consistency of the rumbling sound going on in the background.

“Azgeda.”

“You can tell it’s Ice Nation from the sound?” Monty was puzzled.

“No. From them.” They followed her gaze and saw the bodies lying around. Michelle counted three of them dead.

“We need to get those bodies off the field. Unless you’re good with them thinking we did this.” Kane dropped to one knee; his weapon raised in front of him. The others ran to the bodies to get them off the field because on that one Pike was right, they couldn’t afford to have Azgeda think they killed some of their own. Michelle went along with the others, jogging towards the corpses when Bellamy saw people coming. He looked through the precision scope of his firearm.

“It’s Clarke.” Michelle froze and turned to him. They had been running after her the whole day, looking for her everywhere for months and she was right here and there on the very same field in which they stood. He started running but Pike stopped him in his course. She jogged towards them as the young man shouted for him to get out of his way.

“You’ll never make it in time.”

“He’s right. Look.” Bellamy listened to Monty and looked through the scope again. Michelle did the same and noticed the Azgedan troops marching out of the forest. She then resumed approaching the three of them. “No way we’d get across without being seen.”

“We should lay low, let the army pass. Then we find Clarke.” Michelle looked down, thinking. She wasn’t so in on just waiting it out. If they did so, they would lose their opportunity to get Clarke while she was there. She could tell Bellamy wasn’t so happy about what Pike was telling them they should do right now.

“Guys, there’s a cave.” Monty then showed them a dark opening in the trees.

“I can’t go with you.” Indra declared.

“Why?” Kane looked up at her as he was kneeling beside one of the bodies. He stood back up while the rest of them took care of dragging the body out of the open field.

“Ice Nation has crossed the border. They’re marching against my commander. I have to warn her.”

“We’ll get Clarke.”

“You better. If the Ice Queen gets her first, she’ll be dead. And we’ll be at war.” She warned before leaving them. They carried the bodies into the cave and waited. Michelle leaned against the wall, behind her father as the later stood with Pike and watched Bellamy pacing, constantly looking outside. She felt as restless as him, tapping her foot on the ground but for the time being, she got herself to focus on her hand to distract herself. She ran her thumb along the scar that barred her hand, scraping her fingernail on the tissue but because nerves had gotten severed, she felt nothing and could barely flex her fingers. She used her good hand to force it to close it into a fist, but she couldn’t hold it in that position for very long. She looked up when Bellamy came up to them.

“We’re losing her.” He said, anxious.

“Relax. Save your energy.”

“Kane’s right, son. The army will move soon. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.” He reluctantly gave in and went near the entrance. Michelle let herself slide to the ground, sitting cross-legged, staring at her hand as she held it closed. For some reason, maybe out of pure boredom or to cope with how worried she felt, she grabbed a dry pine needle and started picking at her scar. She couldn't feel anything, so she didn't know if she was going too hard on it, but she didn't care and kept doing so until her father, who had sat on a large rock next to her, stopped her from hurting herself. She just looked up at him and sighed crossing her arms when Monty’s voice broke the heavy silence in the cave. He crouched in front of his mother.

“I need to know what happened.” Michelle watched him and gulped. It reminded her of when she was told how her own mother died following the bombing in the Ark. The thought that it was at that time, that with her last breath she told Kane he was Michelle’s father got her to purse her lips to keep them from quivering. When she lashed out at him, he already knew. It took a second for Monty’s mother to start telling him.

“We landed in the snow. Your father said it absorbed some of the impact. That’s why we survived. The snow looked so beautiful.” Her voice cracked as she started sobbing and she called Pike’s name so he would continue telling Monty the story for her. Michelle stood up and Kane scooted over so she could sit beside him.

“The children were playing in it. They were the first to die. 15 of them.” Michelle tilted her face forward as she leaned on her knees, running her thumb up and down her scar. What hearing the tragic story made her feel had nothing to do with what happened, but it led her to think of her mother, again. She pursed her lips as her hair fell over her face, hiding her fight against the rising tears. She held them back, closing her eyes for a second as her father gently stroked her back before putting his arm around her shoulders. She felt hesitation in his gesture but seeing that she wasn't pushing him away, he held her close. “If not for your father, would have been more. He pulled four kids back into the ship. All four alive today. They got him when he went back for the fifth. Your father died a hero, Monty. We’ve been fighting Grounders ever since.”

“That was the Ice Nation.” Pike turned his head to Kane. “Not all Grounders are the same.”

“They are to me.” His response sure put an end to the conversation. He was so stubborn with his view and opinion on Grounders that it would have been impossible for anyone to convince him of the opposite.

Afterwards, Monty began to explain how they got out of Mount-Weather. Michelle sighed and stood up to stretch her legs. She had noticed Bellamy eyeing the bodies on the ground and one look suffised for them to read each other’s mind. Neither of them was willing to wait any longer before going after Clarke and if they really waited for the army to pass, it would take a while. Behind the backs of the other four who were all too busy listening to Monty, they stole clothing and masks from the dead Grounders and slipped among the troops outside. They stayed very close to each other and behaved as if they belonged in this army. At some point, another warrior came face to face with Bellamy and they stared at each other before he grabbed his shoulders and turned him in the right direction. Michelle stared straight ahead with a conviction she knew was fake and followed suit. The Grounder then walked past them, yelling commands to the others. Once he was a few feet away, his back turned to them, Michelle nodded to Bellamy, and they continued their way in the direction they had seen their friend last. Once in the forest, they removed mask and hood and saw blood at an entrance with stairs sinking into the ground. Pulling out their knives, they glared at each other, and Michelle let Bellamy take the lead. They took careful steps and looked around from where they stood until they noticed someone tied to a pole. They could only see the hands on the sides, so they approached and found Clarke. They were both so relieved that they smiled but as he pulled down the gag in her mouth, she shouted to warn them, but someone came out of the shadows behind Michelle and grabbed her forcefully. She struggled, and as Bellamy raised his knife to attack, the man brought the blade to her throat to dissuade him.

“No, please. Please don’t. I’ll do anything. I’ll stop fighting. Just please, don’t kill her.” Clarke begged him to spare her, her voice getting shaky. Michelle let out a sigh of relieve when he released the blade from her throat but suddenly, he threw the knife at Bellamy, stabbing him in the leg, making him yell of pain as he fell to the ground and he threw Michelle against the wall, hitting her head. She swallowed harshly, rolling on her side. She didn’t lose consciousness but was disoriented and in pain as a sensation of odd warmth seized her head. She couldn’t hear or see what was happening around her as she tried to get up. It felt as if the world was spinning around her, leading her to stumble around and losing her balance only to catch herself on the pole to which Clarke was tied up a moment before except that both she and the man were now gone. The ringing in her ears eventually subdued and she saw Bellamy on the ground. She leaned on the pole, closing her eyes to try to cope with the searing headache she had and called out to him but when she tried to stand on her own and take a step towards him, she felt pulled in the opposite direction, her head spinning and caught herself on the pillar. She threw up but because she hadn't eaten anything since, they left for the mapping run yesterday, she had only bile to get out and it left her throat burning and feeling sore. She took a few tottering steps and leaned forward on her knees, moaning.

“Michelle?” Hearing the worried tone of Bellamy's voice mixed with the pain from getting stabbed and knocked out, she managed to straighten up, stumbling a bit.

“Are you okay?” Her voice sounded castling. She cleared her throat and coughed, looking at the blood-soaked area around the wound on his leg. She helped him up, each leaning on the other for support. He groaned.

“Your head.” As she was about to dismiss his concerns because she had already noticed her head was hurting and acting up, she felt something get on her eye and went to rub it but looking at her hand she saw her fingers were tinged with red. Her head injury wasn't just vertigo and nausea, there was blood dripping on her forehead. She needed to get to Arkadia and get checked by Abby quickly in case of a concussion, but she downplayed it and shrugged. For now, they had to get out of here and she had to suck it up. She took a deep breath and tried to act as if she was completely fine, wiping the blood from his forehead. Her hair stuck to her temple. Maybe it would hide her head injury a little. They slowly climbed up the stairs, grunting and groaning, leaning on the walls and then the trees around them as they walked through the forest. After a few minutes, they heard Monty's voice calling their names and they slopped against a tree. Michelle let go of Bellamy and almost crashed to the ground, but he grabbed her waist and she stabilized herself.

“We told you to wait for the army to move.” Kane reached them, Pike and Monty’s mother were right behind the two, a little further away.

“What happened?” Monty looked them up and down, worried for his friends and Kane’s eyes landed on the wound on his leg.

“We almost had her.” Bellamy said, panting.

“Pike, find their trail.” He grabbed his daughter’s face in his hand, taking a closer look to her face after no doubt noticing a slight reddish tinge to his forehead or maybe she was bleeding again. It was probably more the latter given the urgency in his need to check on her. He ran his finger to brush the hair out of her face and found it stiff and sticking together with blood.

“It’s useless. He knows he’s being followed now.”

“Hey. You can’t even walk.” Kane stopped Bellamy as he tried to leave and because they were holding onto each other, Michelle was dragged along with him. He pushed him against the tree to keep him in place and despite all her efforts, Michelle let out a shaky moan, closing her eyes to get her head to stop spinning. She pushed Bellamy’s arm and sat on the ground, holding her head in her hands.

“So what? We give up? Let him kill her?” He groaned as he took a few steps, stopped by Monty trying to talk some sense into him. Michelle wanted to go after Clarke as bad as he did, but she couldn’t think straight, she couldn’t think at all without her head hurting like hell.

“We can’t lose Clarke!” She lifted her head, looking at Bellamy when he cried out. She tried to stand up on her own and her father kept her from falling over. He held her face in his hand as she closed her eyes, gulping. Throwing his gun over his back, he picked up Michelle and carried her in his arms despite her faint protests insisting that she could walk but he knew she might have a concussion and he wasn't ready to let her take any further risks. He would be mad at her when she wouldn't be bleeding anymore and could stand without closing her eyes.

[To be continued…]

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Published (07/28/2023) by Andrea/

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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

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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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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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