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The 100 Fanfiction | Nine Months to the Beginning- Chapter 7 (Final Chapter)
The 100 Fanfiction: AbbyxJake, AbbyxKane
Genre: Romance, Humor
Rated: T
Summary: A look into life on the Ark when Abby was pregnant with Clarke. Everybody has a story…what’s theirs?
Chapter 7 (Final Chapter): Read it on FanFiction.net
I know, I know, it’s been 6 years since I updated this story. I’m glad to be able to finally post the final chapter of this story. Thank you for reading <3
The 100 Fanfiction | Trust
The 100 Fanfiction: AbbyxKane
Genre: Romance
Rated: K+
Summary: Marcus thinks it’s time for a change in facial hair.
A gentle splash.
Fresh water running through one’s fingers.
The soft drip of water being rung out from a towel.
The sounds were oddly soothing to Marcus. There was a time two months ago when there wasn’t a moment to breathe. Now, months after ALIE’s downfall, Marcus could bring himself to stop and listen…and appreciate the sounds of Earth again.
Marcus sat on a reclined chair in medical, looking up at the metal ceiling. Beside him, the sounds of the water (that Marcus was so meticulously filing away in his memory) had stopped. Now, he could hear the last few smooth swishes of metal on leather and Jackson murmuring next door.
A figure brought over a large container of water and placed it on the table beside him. At the same time, Jackson entered the room.
“Here you go, Abby.”
Jackson handed the stainless steel straight razor over to Abby and swiftly exited. Silence. Then the hum of Jackson speaking to patients next door resumed.
“It’s been a while,” Abby commented. She smiled as she stood by the top of Marcus’ head as he sat.
“I suppose it has,” Marcus replied. “I guess I lost track of time with…with everything that was going on.”
Abby tightly wrung out a small towel in the water and gently placed it on Marcus’ beard.
“It’s warm,” she cautioned. Abby folded the towel in her hands and slowly patted it over his neck, being careful to reach the places she had missed.
Abby placed the towel on the table and gently pressed Marcus’ cheeks and neck with her fingers. Satisfied that she had warmed his skin enough, Abby took a generous amount of shaving cream into her hands. She made a mental note to make more once the plants were available again.
Gentle hands ran across Marcus’ beard, smoothing the shaving cream all the way down to his neck. It might have been Marcus’ imagination, but Abby’s fingers lingered for just a moment longer than necessary underneath his jaw, feeling the curve of his face.
Marcus looked up at the woman standing above him. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail, save for the honey coloured tendrils framing her face. Her eyes were the colour of smoked topaz, encasing a burning fire within. And her smile…her smile could light up the world, and this one was just for him.
Abby reached for the straight razor and opened it up in her hands. She looked back at Marcus and smiled even wider.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, teasingly.
Marcus blinked. He had been staring. Again.
“Nothing,” he said hastily.
Abby laughed softly. “Well, I guess there isn’t really much for you to look at.”
She was wrong. Marcus was looking at the woman who had become his world.
Abby leaned down and placed the razor blade at his cheek. The fingertips of her other hand lay just below the blade, lightly pulling the skin taut. Carefully, the blade skimmed against his in small, upward motions.
Medical had become silent now. It was late enough at night that the patients had gone to sleep and Jackson was busying himself with nightly inventory. The only sounds were the soft scratches on his skin, followed by a silent pause to wipe the blade.
Abby finished his cheeks and was making her way along his jaw when she started to hum softly. Marcus listened, savoring this side of Abby Griffin. She seemed…happy. And happiness was rare on the ground.
Abby paused as she wiped the blade on the cloth. She looked down at Marcus and reached out to push away a stray hair. As she did so, Abby’s fingers followed through and tenderly ran through the length of his hair.
Abby placed one hand underneath his jaw and tilted his head slightly backwards. The cool metal met Marcus’ throat and delicately ran up his neck. As she worked, Marcus closed his eyes. In some strange way, he actually felt at ease. He felt Abby’s warm fingers on his neck and trusted her completely with a blade at his throat. Marcus would not allow anybody else on Earth or in space so close in such an intimate position.
Slowly, she continued to work her way across his neck, humming away softly. Marcus realized that she was humming a familiar childhood tune. One that sang every child to sleep on the Ark at one point in their lives. Abby had heard it, Marcus had heard it, Clarke, Raven, Bellamy, Octavia had heard it. Marcus hadn’t heard the song in decades, and it delighted him to hear it again. Abby continued until she completed her task.
The soft knock of the blade being placed on the table prompted Marcus to open his eyes. Abby placed her hands on Marcus’ clean-shaven neck and smoothed her fingers upwards. She ran her fingers up his neck, across his jaw to the sides of his face where she cupped his cheeks.
“Am I all done?” Marcus asked. Abby gave him a quick smile.
“Not yet,” she answered.
Abby leaned down and placed a loving kiss on his lips. Marcus put his hands on top of hers, which were gently caressing the sensitive skin on his face, feeling the new-found area. Abby kissed his bottom lip and pulled back enough to meet Marcus’ eyes again.
“Now you’re done.”
The 100 Fanfiction | Over the Edge
The 100 Fanfiction: AbbyxKane, Thelonious Jaha, ALIE, Clarke Griffin (mentioned)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Rated: T
Summary: “Alie may control their bodies, but their tears came from the heart.” *Warning, descriptions of mind control.
Alie’s face contorted with anger. The bearer of the news, Ontari, kneeled in front of Alie and put her head down. There was no way out of it this time, Clarke had somehow successfully ingested the flame and was on her way to shutting down the City of Light. Alie’s defences were destroyed, and Clarke was so close to reaching Alie’s power center…
Alie sat on the Commander’s throne and closed her eyes. She would not lose control. She could never lose control.
A handful of chipped Arkers and Grounders remained motionless as they kneeled on the ground, spread around the room but all facing their leader. They had complete faith that Alie would save the City of Light.
Alie opened her eyes and her face returned to it’s stoic outward appearance. There was one way that she could stop Clarke…
“I do not see any potential uses for Abby Griffin. Dispose of her,” Alie said as she stood.
Abby’s eyes fluttered open as she sat kneeled at the corner of the room. Her leader had spoken to her, granting her permission to open her eyes. While it looked like Abby had woken up from a deep sleep, her mind was racing madly. Abby’s muscles remained in it’s locked position, but names and images kept flashing through her mind.
Jake. The image of a handsome blond-haired and blue-eyed man smiling while slipping a ring on her finger. The image quickly disappeared and she imagined his terrified cry as he was pulled violently out of the airlock.
Clarke. The memory of a little girl curled up by Abby’s side. The girl slowly drifted off to sleep as Abby closed the storybook and softly kissed the child on her head. The memory was snatched from her mind as it was quickly replaced with the same girl, now a young woman, crying. She screamed, “Dad’s dead because of you!”
Marcus. His scruffy beard tickled Abby’s cheek as their lips crashed together. His hair, her hands, their warm bodies pressed together. She could feel it, he was really there, she could feel…she could feel…cold. The man now stood in front of her and yellow straps wrapped around Abby’s wrists. The low thrum of electricity and a jolt of pain…
Abby opened her mouth and gasped for air but the rest of her limbs remained frozen. Jaha heard Alie’s command and looked over at two former Arkadia guards. He nodded his head at them, granting them permission.
As the two guards moved robotically to Abby, Alie stopped them.
“No,” she said calmly. Alie stood tall, clasping her hands gently in front of her. “Marcus?” Alie said. It was not a suggestion.
Marcus stood quietly at the side of the room, opposite Abby. His eyes opened, and he nodded to Alie. His heart started to beat out of his chest and breaths became shallower.
Marcus’ body lurched forward, but he quickly stopped himself. Alie tiled her head with a mixture of confusion and frustration on her face.
“Marcus,” Alie said gently. “We do not have time for this. Fulfill your duty.”
Marcus’ legs unwillingly stepped forward towards Abby.
“Yes,” he whispered. His muscles propelled him step by step to Abby, quickly reaching the spot where she kneeled on the ground.
The room was silent as Marcus clasped a hand around Abby’s arm, pulling her to a standing position. His hand twitched, tightening and loosening its grip on Abby.
Stop this! You can’t. Let go of her! Hold her tighter.
Marcus’ hand tightened its grip on Abby as he started to pull her to the windowless edge behind the Commander’s chair.
Satisfied at his compliance, Alie turned her attention from Marcus to Jaha and whispered instructions rapidly to him.
As they stepped in synchronicity, the wind blew strands of Abby’s long hair across Marcus’ chest, and the crimson sun stained their skin red. The task implanted into Marcus’ mind was quick and simple. Push Abby off of the 30 foot tower onto the streets of Polis.
Marcus and Abby reached the ledge. Marcus roughly pulled Abby around so her back faced the ledge. When they looked into each others eyes, it was obvious that the task would not be as ‘simple’ as Alie had predicted. Tears streamed down both of their faces, and it was obvious to anybody paying the slightest bit of attention that they were both attempting to resist their actions.
He tried, but Marcus couldn’t suppress the compulsion to place his hands on Abby’s shoulders. Abby took one step backwards, ready to fall onto the blood-ridden street. One more step and she would soon greet the decayed city below.
Marcus and Abby locked eyes on each other, never daring to break apart. They couldn’t speak, but their eyes spoke a thousand words. Alie may control their bodies, but their tears came from the heart. They knew that they both equally and passionately loved each other, and under different circumstances they could have been happy together. Their bodies allowed them to cry for all that could have been.
Abby breathed in erratically, never taking her eyes off of Marcus. If this was to be her last moment on Earth, then she would fight like hell.
“Marcus,” Abby choked. Her words sounded as if something had twisted her throat. She used every last ounce of strength in her body to speak her last words. These words were her own, and Abby would be damned if anybody else spoke them for her.
“I’m sorry.”
A fresh stream of tears ran down Marcus’ face, his body leaned in to push Abby over the edge.
“Stop her!” Alie screamed out.
An electric shock pierced their bodies. Hot searing pain began at the back of the neck and quickly crawled through each nerve of the body. Every chipped Arker and Grounder screamed at the pain, filling Polis with the sound of a thousand lives in terrible agony.
Clarke had made it to Alie’s power center and destroyed it, deactivating every single of Alie’s chips.
Marcus and Abby yelled out in pain, both trembling from the electrical shock. The ingrained chips started to melt as Alie’s image faded. Marcus’ chip deactivated faster than Abby’s, as there hadn’t been as much time to deeply ingrain itself into his skin.
Abby as convulsed from the pain, she closed her eyes and stepped backwards into the nothingness. For a split second, her heart leaped as the sensation of falling overtook her. Marcus reacted swiftly, grabbing Abby by the waist and shoulder. He pulled her to his body, and stepped backwards away from the edge.
The pain had mostly subsided for Marcus, although a creeping sensation drifted thoughout his body as if threatening to ignite the electricity again. Abby’s chip was more firmly ingrained in her though, and her nerves continued to burn under her skin.
“Abby! Abby!” he yelled. Marcus put a hand over the back of her neck, feeling the hot skin. Abby continued to tremble from the pain, and Marcus wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close.
The pain started to diminish and the Arkers and Grounders slowly stood. They all looked around cautiously and fearfully at each other in attempts to understand their surroundings.
Abby breathed heavily in Marcus’ arms and slowly opened her eyes. They were both finally free from Alie. Abby wearily experimented with the restored control of her body. She lifted one hand that was clutched at Marcus’ chest and cautiously moved her fingers around
She looked up at the man holding her and met his tear-stained eyes. Marcus moved his hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. They were together again— truly together.
Tears ran down Abby’s cheeks again and she softly rested her head against Marcus’ chest. The horrible things that Alie made Abby do made her sick to her stomach. And Marcus couldn’t believe how horrifically close he came to killing Abby under Alie’s control.
Through the following months after Alie’s downfall, Abby and Marcus supported the other during the recovery process— slowly but surely. For now, though, they held each other close, never wanting to let go.
ALSO, ABBY AND KANE
The 100 Fanfiction | Nine Months to the Beginning- Chapter 5
Nine Months to the Beginning- Chapter 5
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
The 100 Fanfiction: AbbyxJake, AbbyxKane
Genre: Romance, Humor
Rated: T
Summary: A look into life on the Ark when Abby was pregnant with Clarke. Everybody has a story...what's theirs?
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Month 7
Abby took a long breath in, closing her eyes and relaxing both hands on her stomach.
"Are you alright, Abby?" Callie asked softly. She placed a hand on Abby's forearm comfortingly.
Abby opened her mouth, preparing to speak again when she felt a thump at her stomach. She froze, her soft brown eyes widening. Callie tilted her head to analyze Abby.
"Abby?" Callie asked softly. She placed one of her hands on top of Abby's hand which rested on her stomach. "What's wrong?"
Abby released the breath she was holding and smiled. "I'm absolutely perfect. She's kicking now."
Abby took Callie's hand and placed it on the side of her stomach. Callie smiled and laughed when she felt a 'thump!' at her hand.
The two were sitting side by side on a worn couch in the Recreation Hall. The seat faced a wide window framing the silent, peaceful Earth. It was late into the evening, when most of the residents had gone to sleep for the night, save for the last stragglers finishing up a hasty game of chess.
Abby and Callie frequented this spot often. It had the most wonderful view of Earth, perfect for dreaming up stories of returning back to home, even as children. During the evenings, or even the night times when they were younger, Abby and Callie loved to sit at the couch to share stories of their lives. They could take a break from being students, interns, a diplomat or a doctor. They could just be themselves, together as friends.
"She's so strong!" Callie exclaimed, a bright smile dashing across her lips.
Abby laughed. "She is! She'll be a fighter, this one."
"Have you thought of a name for her yet?" Callie asked.
A great smile spread across Abby's face as she looked down at their hands on her stomach.
"Well, we've thought of a couple of names but we're not decided yet."
Callie lowered her voice to a whisper, "You know, 'Callie' is a very nice name. Just a thought." Both Abby and Callie laughed, their delight echoing throughout the room.
There was a soft hiss from the sliding door and both women stopped to turn their heads. A weary-looking Marcus Kane walked quietly through the doors, his eyes directed towards the ground. Both the ladies watched as he made his way across the room, heading towards the next set of sliding doors.
"Counsellor Kane?" Callie called out teasingly. Her voice startled Kane and he stopped in his tracks, looking at the women. His open hand that was outstretched towards the door closed and fell to his side.
"Callie...Abby," Kane said, nodding his head. A small smile appeared on his lips as he turned to look at Abby. He looked down and saw Callie's hand on the side of Abby's stomach.
Abby took a sharp breath in and Callie exclaimed, "Oh!"
Kane's expression froze in concern. What happened? What was...what--
"Marcus, come here," Abby said. With one hand on her stomach, she extended the other to encourage him closer.
Kane opened his mouth but no words came out.
"Marcus, quickly! She's kicking!" Abby repeated, urging him closer.
He moved to the back of the couch, looking down into Abby's eyes. Callie moved her hand off of Abby's stomach and Abby took one of Kane's hands in hers. She pulled his arm down and placed his hand on her swollen stomach, feeling around for the spot.
Thump!
"Did you feel that? Marcus, she kicked you!" Abby exclaimed with excitement. Kane's heart started to beat faster with excitement.
"Let me go get Jake! I'm sure he's still working at this time of night." Callie said as she sped quickly to the Engineering Sector. The sliding doors hissed once again and then closed shut.
Silence permeated the room. The remaining chess players had vacated the Recreation Hall, leaving Abby and Kane alone. Abby sat on the couch, holding Kane's hand on top of her stomach as he leaned over her.
"Yeah. I felt that, Abby," Kane whispered. Abby laughed and closed her eyes, feeling the occasional kick from the child as her hand rested on top of Kane's.
"I can't believe it... it's all been so fast," Abby whispered to herself.
"What's been so fast?" Kane asked. He leaned down to rest his opposite forearm on the back of the couch as his other hand felt the baby's kicks.
"The baby...she'll be here soon, and I don't know..." Abby's said as her thoughts trailed off. "...I don't know if I'm ready...what if it's not good enough...what if we're not good enough."
Kane turned to look into Abby's eyes, watching her blink back the tears in her eyes. She breathed in and shook it off, using one hand to grasp her hair to pull it over one shoulder.
Damn hormones, she thought to herself.
"If you're still the Abigail Griffin that I know," Kane said, pausing to think of his next words. "...Then this child is going to absolutely adore their caring, selfless, intelligent Mother...no matter what."
Abby looked at Kane with a mixed expression of unexpected shock and curiosity. She never would have expected those words to be said about her...especially from Marcus.
"Although, she can be a bit bossy but..." Kane added, softly nudging Abby's shoulder with his arm.
"Ha. Ha." Abby replied drily. She pursed her lips, desperate not to give in although she couldn't help it. She grinned and nudged Kane right back, laughing smoothly.
"You know, 'bossy' is just another word for 'confident', and 'always right'," she joked. They laughed together and then settled in silence once more.
Kane looked down at his hands, realizing that they were still resting on Abby's stomach. Her hand remain on top of his, so Kane quickly stood up and slipped his hand out from under hers. He cleared his throat and walked around the couch to the table in front of them.
"Did you want some water, Abby?" Kane asked as he picked up one of two half-drunken mugs of water.
"Yes, thank you. That would be nice," she said. Abby thought she felt a shift in Kane's mannerism just before he had removed his hand from her stomach. I hope he didn't feel uncomfortable with his hand on me, she thought. They had never been physically that close before, and she supposed that her being pregnant wouldn't change that.
Kane sat down on the couch beside Abby, leaving a reasonable amount of space between the two of them.
"The next generation...do you think they'll be the ones to make it down to Earth?" Kane asked, staring longingly out the window at the peaceful planet.
Abby watched the seemingly still picture before her. The enormous home, surrounded by an infinity of stars and nothingness.
"I really hope so." Abby looked down at her hands, smiling to herself.
It was quiet once again between the two of them, taking a pause to gather their thoughts.
"Her name is Clarke."
Kane looked over at Abby, taking in the subtle joy shown by her upturned lips and crinkled eyes. He didn't know how to describe it, but Abby's eyes seemed to dance in the light, as if they were elated by her choice in name. He turned his gaze back to the visionary world on the other side of the glass.
"Clarke," Kane whispered under his breath.
"Clarke Griffin," Abby echoed back, barely audible for anybody to hear.
Only two months to go.
The 100 Fanfiction | Seven Petals and Jagged Edges
Seven Petals and Jagged Edges - A oneshot
The 100 Fanfiction- AbbyxKane
Genre: Romance, Humour
Rated: K
Summary: Abby falls from a tree on Earth. Who will help her back to camp?
A fluffy oneshot as requested by clumsycapitolunicorn
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"Don't worry, Jackson, I'll be fine."
"Are you sure, Dr. Griffin? It...it seems pretty high," Jackson called out nervously. He stood just meters away from the base of the tree trunk, looking up at the daring doctor.
For the past three hours, Abby and Jackson had been searching the forest for a particular flower blossom. A "cream coloured flower with seven petals and jagged edges", as quoted by Clarke, to be exact. Apparently this certain flower had medicinal soothing properties when boiled in a dense, concentrated 'broth'. Crucial for the Earthly sickness currently being passed around the campsite.
So, Abby and Jackson packed a bag of supplies and trekked out in search of this flower, promising to 'be only half an hour, at most'. That promise proved impossible to fulfill, as this flower seemed to be not as ubiquitous as they had thought. After searching and searching, Jackson's eyes caught sight of a blossom at the end of a tree branch, seemingly high up into the sky. With three hours of searching under their belts, there was no way Abby was returning to the camp empty handed.
"Extremely...sure," Abby breathed out as she pushed off from the last tree branch. One hand was stretched out, about to wrap around the delicate plant when a loud, coarse, 'crack!' pierced the air. The seemingly sturdy branch broke off, sending Abby tumbling to the ground. She fell straight through the branches, feet first onto the mossy floor followed by the rest of her body like a ragdoll.
"Oh my God! Dr. Griffin! Abby! Are you okay?" Jackson yelled as he ran the short distance to Abby.
Abby opened her eyes after realizing she had survived the fall and groaned. Not surprisingly, she ached everywhere.
Jackson reached Abby and knelt to the ground, his eyes wide with fear. Abby looked up at Jackson's young face and huffed a soft laugh. To Abby, he looked absolutely petrified, and so she nodded her head in affirmation.
"I'm, okay...I think," she said.
"Are you sure? That was a really long fall!" Jackson argued. He quickly picked the leaves and moss out of Abby's hair, as well as visually assessed her for any cuts, scrapes or other injuries.
Abby took a deep breath in a nodded. "I just need a minute."
The pain in her arms, back and head started to subside as time passed. Abby didn't want to acknowledge the throbbing that was getting worse in her left ankle and foot.
"Help me up, Jackson," Abby asked, holding both her hands out for him. Jackson took hold and pulled her up to her feet--correction, her right foot.
Abby placed all her weight on her right foot and slowly shifted her weight to her left foot. A spark of pain shot up all along her left leg, causing her to hiss at the sensation.
"Does it hurt too much to walk on?" Jackson asked.
Abby tried to place her weight on her leg again, only to be met with the same shooting pain. As much as she hated to say it,
"I think I might have sprained it."
Jacked nodded his head and helped Abby to hobble over to a decaying tree on the ground. She sat down on the log and removed her boot and sock, revealing a swollen, angry red ankle.
Well, shoot, Abby thought to herself. What are we going to do now?
"I don't think I can carry you back, Abby. I trained for the Medical ward, not the Guard," said Jackson.
The last thing I want to do is--
"You stay here, I'll run and get somebody from the camp to help you back!" Jackson exclaimed.
He started to run in the direction of the camp, quickly jumping over exposed tree roots and rocks in the way.
"No! Jackson!" Abby called out to him. It was already too late. The last thing she wanted was to have people see her in this state.
I should have been more careful, Abby chided herself. What would people think of the Chief Medical Officer, climbing in trees so recklessly? She remembered that the trip had been for her people, and Abby would have done it again if that meant keeping her people healthy and safe.
Time passed and Abby eventually lowered her head to rest in her hands which were balanced on her knees. She closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back and forth. Her mind pictured the cream flower with seven petals and jagged edges.
Abby looked up from her hands into the sky, searching the tree branches. She saw the sharp remaining edges of the tree branch that had broken off. However, the little flower seemed to be nowhere in sight.
She looked down and searched the ground as far as her vision would allow her. Close to the base of the tree, the flower must have fallen from the commotion and landed on the ground. If only Abby had been closer, she would be able to tuck it into her bag.
"Abby!"
Abby turned in the direction of the voice and saw Jackson and Kane running towards her. Of course Jackson had run to get Marcus. She wished she could bury her face back into her hands.
Kane reached Abby first and kneeled to the ground, looking into her eyes.
"Are you okay, Abby? What happened?" Kane asked with great worry.
Abby sighed and explained her story. "We were looking for the medicine and I...fell...by accident."
Kane gave her a questioning look. "You fell," he restated.
Abby rolled her eyes. "Yes, I fell. From the tree," she said hastily.
Kane stood and turned around, looking up at the tree closest to them. His eyes caught the broken branch and he turned back to Abby.
"Abby!" Kane said in surprise. "What were you thinking?"
Abby tilted her head and gave him a look that challenged his appalled tone of voice.
"I was thinking that the camp was in dire need of medicine. Therefore, I took the necessary measures to gather those...supplies," she argued. As she said so, Abby pointed to the cream coloured flower that had fallen from the tree.
Her statement commanded 'no questions asked' and Kane pursed his lips, dropping the matter...for now. He turned again to the tree, this time to look for the 'supplies' she was talking about. Kane spotted the odd flower and swiftly moved towards it.
" 'Took the necessary measures'," he muttered under his breath. Kane picked up the flower and brought it back to Abby, offering it to her.
Abby gave a small smile and plucked the flower out of his hands, their fingers brushing ever so briefly. She tucked the flower into her bag.
"Now that we've gathered our 'supplies', may I suggest we head back to camp?" Kane suggested with humour in his voice.
Jackson, who was watching the interaction between the two, nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yes, lets. Abby can't walk with her sprained ankle, though," Jackson remarked.
Abby glared at her young intern.
"It'll be getting dark soon, Abby. I can carry you," Kane offered. He reached down to place one hand on Abby's back when she interrupted his actions.
"Marcus, there is no way anybody is carrying my anywhere. Help me up, I can walk," Abby requested. There was a hint of unease in her voice.
Abby held out her hands and Kane gripped them tightly, pulling her to her feet. The second she put pressure onto her left leg, the pain immediately resurfaced. The wince of pain in her expression certainly did not convince Kane.
"Abby, we are heading back to camp, and one of those ways does not include you walking." He raised his eyebrows are her, hinting at Abby to either swallow her pride, or settle into the forest for the night.
Abby huffed a breath out in defeat. "Fine. Turn around," she demanded.
Kane turned around and Abby handed off her bag to Jackson. Jackson slung it over his side, layering it on top of his own worn bag.
Abby wrapped her arms around Kane's neck and he lowered himself to accommodate her height. She climbed onto his back and secured her legs at his waist, allowing her ankles to hang free.
Kane smiled, lowering his head so the two couldn't see him grin. He placed both his hands on the underside of Abby's thighs, securing her in place.
"Not a word to anybody when we get back to camp, Marcus," she insisted. Kane laughed and nodded his head for Abby to see.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied teasingly.
The three made the trek back to the campsite, just as the sun had disappeared from the horizon.
The gates opened into the camp and Jackson, Kane and Abby were welcomed back to their home on Earth. The guards on watch stared at Abby perched on Kane's back, but said nothing. Some turned their heads as they passed, breaking out a smile as they watched the pair with their eyes.
"Abby!"
"Oh, Abigail, what happened to you?"
"What happened, Abby?"
The residents of Camp Jaha fixed their eyes on Kane and Abby, some raising questions of concern.
"She's just sprained her ankle. A tree accident," Jackson replied back.
"Jackson," Kane warned.
"Sorry," Jackson mumbled. He took both the bags off from his shoulder and held them in one hand. "I'll prepare the medical tent, Abby. We may need to splint it," Jackson said as he ran off.
As Jackson ran towards the medical tent, others started to stare at Kane holding Abby. Abby surveyed the growing amount of people watching her and Kane. A flush of warmth rose in her cheeks.
"Fantastic," she muttered closely by Kane's ear.
"What, not enjoying the attention, Abby?" Kane said as he softly chuckled.
"Watch yourself, Kane."
"Oh? And now we're back to 'Kane', are we?"
"You'll pay for this, Marcus," Abby said, tucking her flushed face into Kane's neck. Anything to disguise the evidence of embarrassment.
"I highly doubt it. I'm quite enjoying myself right now, and I'm sure you are too."
Abby said nothing but smiled into his warm neck.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Feel free to send me Kabby prompts in my ask box, I would love to hear from you!
The 100 Fanfiction | Nine Months to the Beginning- Chapter 4
Nine Months to the Beginning- Chapter 4
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
The 100 Fanfiction: AbbyxJake, AbbyxKane
Genre: Romance, Humor
Rated: T
Summary: A look into life on the Ark when Abby was pregnant with Clarke. Everybody has a story…what’s theirs?
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Month Six
"Hey, Baby. How're you feeling?"
"I tell women during exams exactly what's to be expected...but I suppose it's different on the other side of the spectrum," Abby laughed.
Jake placed both his hands gently on her shoulders and massaged them. "Hmm...have I told you how much I love you?" Jake asked cheekily.
Abby smiled and her eyes remained closed. "About, oh, a hundred times."
"Well, I love you, Baby. I'm glad you decided to carry the baby instead of me," Jake chuckled.
Abby opened her eyes and swatted Jake's hands away. She spun around in the chair with a wide grin on her face. "Somehow, I don't think that would have worked out."
Abby held her hands out and Jake helped pull her up from her seat. "Hopefully this will be the last of the morning sickness, it's been slowing down lately," Abby admitted.
Jake released her hands and wrapped one arm around her shoulders, guiding her out the room. "I sure hope so, Doctor Griffin," he said.
The door opened and Abby and Jake exited into the main corridor, making their way to the Service Hall. All on the current Council were summoned to oversee the Consigning of the Chancellor Ceremony. Late the preceding night, Abby and Jake had learned of Diana Sydney's resignation from the Chancellor position, therefore entrusting Jaha as the temporary Chancellor of the Ark until an election could be held. However, what caused Diana's immediate resignation, neither Abby nor Jake could figure out.
"Thelonious as Chancellor...imagine that," Jake said absentmindedly. The pair turned a corner and slowly weaved through the people milling about.
"Well we always knew he was second in command, but..." Abby dropped her voice and whispered the last part. "...Diana Sydney resigning? Not a chance."
Slowly, they made their way to the Service Hall. Jake matched Abby's pace, giving Abby the occasional glance of assessment.
"What time is it?" Abby asked.
Jake raised his wrist and checked his watch. The fabric wristband was starting to show some wear with continued usage. He treasured the watch as Abby had given it to him as part of a gift for their first wedding anniversary.
"Almost 8am," Jake replied.
Jake and Abby turned one last corner, walked down the corridor, and stopped at a set of sliding doors. Jake reached out to press the button and the doors both slid open to reveal the Service Hall. Inside, two workers were hastily setting up chairs in neat rows across the previously empty room. The section of chairs were positioned to face the low platform at one end of the room. On top of the platform was a single row of eight chairs, separated in the middle by a worn, metallic podium.
On the left side of the podium, Commander Marques sat with one other government official, and an older woman. They chatted in hushed voices, their stoic expressions indicating business. One seat remained empty for Jake.
The right side of the podium held one empty seat for Abby. Occupying two seats were Thelonius and little Wells. Thelonius sat quietly with his arm around Wells, who was fast asleep considering the early hour. Kane sat in the remaining chair. His crossed arms and relaxed posture indicated boredom to some, but his eyes gave him away. They darted across the room from person to person, and it seemed he was entirely alert, searching for any persons of interest.
Jake and Abby walked across the room, passing first by Abby's seat on the platform. Abby took her seat, and lightly grazed Jaha's shoulder with her hand. Their eyes met in understanding. Jake placed a soft kiss to Abby's hair and quickly clapped Jaha's shoulder as he passed to his own seat.
The soft murmur within the room ceased as the older woman stood at the podium. Her dark hair had started to grey, and the silver threads were held tight in a bun at the back of her head. She stood with confidence and her previous position as a favoured Ex-Chancellor of the Ark gave her unprecedented authority.
"Thank you all for joining us on such short notice. We shall begin today..." Madam Ahmad said as the ceremony commenced.
As the speech went on, the words started to fade to the back of Abby's mind. The only things running through her mind at the moment were outrageous theories of what could have led to Diana Sydney's resignation.
Abby felt her stomach start to churn and she took a deep breath in. Now is really not the time, she thought to herself. In, and out, in, and out, Abby repeated to herself. Her breathing sped up and so Abby closed her eyes, blocking out the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights.
"Are you okay, Abby?" Kane asked, his voice low enough so nobody else could hear.
Abby's eyes remained closed and she quickly nodded yes to him. After a few laboured breaths, she tilted her head to the side and said, "Morning sickness."
Kane's mouth formed a small 'o' in understanding and he watched for a second as Abby breathed in an out. He hated to see her enduring this, but what was he to do? Kane reached underneath his seat and held out a metal cup half full of water. Abby opened her eyes after sensing motion from Kane and saw him offering his water to her. She took the cup and drank slowly, sip by sip, allowing the water to hopefully soothe her stomach.
"Thanks," Abby sighed, placing the empty cup in the space between her and Kane's chair.
A lock of hair fell into Abby's eyes and so she reached up to quickly braid her hair. She usually only tied her hair up during work hours so as to keep her face clear, but right now any kind of distraction seemed to bother her.
She looked in her peripheral vision to the right and saw Kane with his head tilted to the grey floor. He wasn't paying attention to Ahmad's speech as well. She whispered ever so slightly, " 'Voluntary resignation', huh?"
Kane reacted ever so slightly to her hushed voice and looked over at Abby's deft fingers tying off the end of her braid.
" 'Change of profession' is what they called it, I believe," Kane whispered back. Abby gave him an unbelieving look, prompting an explanation.
"I heard she wanted to work more with the Human Operations department...something about the 'working class'," Kane said. His eyes scanned the room briefly, as if searching for any intruders eavesdropping. Only Officer Shumway, a few fellow members of the guard, and few interested members of the Ark-- residents that heard by word of mouth-- remained in the audience seating area.
Abby took in a breath, thinking of the implications. What does that even mean? How could she have worked her whole life to be elected as Chancellor, only to completely abandon it?
Kane leaned in to Abby's side by a fraction, enough for her to hear his next words.
"I don't trust her."
Neither did Abby.
Only three months to go.
The 100 Fanfiction l Nine Months to the Beginning- Chapter 3
Nine Months to the Beginning- Chapter 3
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
The 100 Fanfiction: AbbyxJake, AbbyxKane
Genre: Romance, Humor
Rated: T
Summary: A look into life on the Ark when Abby was pregnant with Clarke. Everybody has a story…what’s theirs?
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Month Five
"Jackson, do you have Mrs. Montera's charts?"
"Yes, Dr. Griffin, right here," Jackson replied quickly, grabbing the chart in front of him. He all but sprinted to Abby in eagerness, the pages fluttering in the wind.
Abby laughed. "Slow down, Jackson! I wouldn't want my newest intern to run out of steam so soon."
He looked down at his shoes, smiling. "Yes, Dr. Griffin."
Abby turned back to face the desk, setting aside the five charts to concentrate on Mrs. Montera's chart.
"Uh...also. Dr. Griffin. I was wondering....perhaps if...I know that I am quite new..." Jackson paused and cleared his throat. "I mean...really new..."
Abby looked up at Jackson, putting down her pen to listen.
"But I was hoping to have the opportunity to watch your work in any upcoming surgeries," Jackson quickly asked. "I-I am really eager to learn anything and everything, and...and I want to become a medical assistant someday...and-"
"Jackson," Abby said, cutting him off. Jackson looked at her with the wide eyes of a young medical student.
"Mr. Erikson has a hip fusion surgery coming up in two weeks. Perhaps instead of just sitting in, you would like to assist me instead?" Abby offered.
The door to the medical office slid open and Kane stepped in.
"Thank you Dr. Griffin! I would very much like to be your assistant!" Jackson exclaimed, nodding his head. "I'll go get his charts now to prepare for it."
Jackson turned on his heels and was met face to face with Kane. Dodging him quickly, Jackson ran out the door, the sound his footsteps dissipating.
"Who's the kid?" Kane asked, his eyes following the boy out the door.
Abby flipped a page in the chart, jotting down notes in her worn out notebook. "He's my newest intern," she replied simply.
"Intern? He seems pretty young." Kane leaned up against Abby's desk with his arms crossed. He looked down at Abby as she spoke.
"Jackson's very bright. He's certainly shown himself well," Abby replied. She finished the final sentence she was writing and put down her pen. Abby reached both her hands up above her head and stretched out her weary muscles.
Kane's eyes flickered for a split second to the sliver of stomach just below the hem of Abby's shirt. Abby released her hands and Kane's eyes trailed back up to her face. She looked so different in his mind, yet the same. Abby's eyes and her lips were the same. Her nose and her cheeks were the same. Yet, she seemed to glow with delight wherever she went. Her intoxicating character dispersing throughout the room...even during the moments when they argued with each other.
Abby stood up and Kane watched her, lost in his own thoughts. She reached up to open the cupboard above her desk and then stopped.
Kane.
He saw her yesterday...was she 'glowing' then? Maybe he hadn't been looking...well he shouldn't have been looking...
"Kane."
No he definitely should not be looking. Although it's bound to happen seeing they serve on the Council together- but not like that! No, definitely not like that...why couldn't he get even his thoughts together, it's like-
"Marcus!"
Kane blinked once and focused on the picture before him. Abby stood beside him with one hand resting on the cupboard ledge, and the other on her hip. She looked quite annoyed.
"Did you hear anything I just said?" Abby chided in disbelief.
Just as Kane opened his mouth in protest, Abby cut him off.
"This is why we never see eye to eye, Marcus," Abby said. She stretched a hand upwards, reaching for a jar filled with latex gloves. "It's like anything I say has no weight to it."
"You're right, Abby. I'm sorry," Kane said hastily.
Abby said nothing, her lips parted in surprise that Kane had actually apologized. And so promptly, as well.
"Apology accepted..." Abby trailed off. Abby reached up to the top of the cupboard, just inches shy of her goal. She stood up on her tip toes, waving her hand slightly in vain. "Marcus, could you?" Abby asked, motioning to the jar of latex gloves at the top of the cupboard.
Kane shook off his thoughts. "Of course," he said, pulling the jar down onto the counter. "I didn't think. You shouldn't..." Kane trailed off as he realized what he was about to say. Nobody tells Abby Griffin that she shouldn't do something.
Abby gave him a sideward glance and raised an eyebrow questioningly. She would let it slide this time...
"Apparently pregnant women shouldn't stand on chairs. At least, that's what I heard from some doctor around here," Abby smiled.
This is what Kane had been missing these past few years. The light banter between the two of them had slowly died down and had been replaced with constant arguments after their recent promotions into the Council.
"Were you looking for something, Marcus?" Abby asked, pulling out two pairs of latex gloves.
"For you, actually," Kane said. "It's about the containment breach last month. We can't have friends and relatives visiting the sick, Abby. It would be putting residents of the Ark at risk, surely you know that?"
"I do know that, Marcus. However, I told Commander Marques that although those people were ill, that particular strain of pneumonia was not contagious. I saw no threat."
Kane replied, "Even so, Abby, it was dangerous to go against the Commander's orders. The -"
Abby cut him off abruptly, "The Commander isn't a doctor." She looked into Kane's eyes, "I wasn't going to keep families from each other, Marcus. They were concerned and there was no threat of contamination."
Kane released the breath he didn't know he was holding. "I understand that...it's just...Commander Marques isn't happy with your decision."
"I'm pregnant, Marcus, not inept," Abby shot back.
"I don't want to see you in handcuffs, Abby. Just be careful. Please?"
A beat of silence filled the room as a wash of remorse feel over Abby. Perhaps she shouldn't have been so harsh with him.
Abby whispered, "Yes. I will."
Kane took a deep breath in, straightening out his back. He cleared his throat, silently nodded once to Abby, and quickly strode out the room without so much as a glance backwards.
This time, it was Abby that released the breath she didn't know she held.
Only four months to go.
