tell me she's not the most precious thing you've ever seen

francoisebadass  asked:

Hi Claire! Maybe you've already heard the question before but anyway... how do you imagine a possible kabby baby? I mean, when you think about this precious little ray of hope... what do you see? Short/long hair? Dark eyes? Any distinguishing mark? Grounder/ark/mix of both clothing style? I actually think it'd be nice to collect the kabby fandom's most popular ideas to find out if we are all thinking about the same girl (because for me it's a girl) :D

When did we all sync our consciousnesses up to the Kabby Hive Mind and collectively decide through osmosis that the Kabby baby is obviously a girl? Because as far as I’ve seen there is 100% agreement on this question, which I absolutely love. My two favorite name options that I’ve heard – which I believe are both from fanfics, though I don’t recall whose is whose – are Eden and Hope. (Everyone appears unanimous that her middle name should be Vera.)

I would go with brown hair, around Abby’s color; Jake and Clarke were both blonde but Kane and Abby are brunette so their child (let’s call her Hope) (SEE WHAT I DID THERE LMAO I CRACK MYSELF UP) probably does too. Preferably curly, because that’s adorable. As far as clothes, I’d like to think that by six years in, everything is all jumbled up and we’ll come back after the time jump to see that everyone wears some combination of Grounder and Skaikru clothes (and hair; still keeping my fingers crossed for Abby in Grounder braids someday). Especially for the children, I’d imagine that they’re limited by whatever is available to fit them as they grow, and it would be pretty much a jumble of hand-me-downs of anything available to be passed down from older children once they grow out of it.

As far as what she’s like, I think she’d be a calm and thoughtful and serious child who is always asking big questions and wants to learn everything, but there are a few people in the bunker who can make her just light up and turn into a sparkly silly giggly ball of sunshine.

Jackson and Miller are her favorite babysitters; Uncle Nate teaches her pranks to play on her parents and goofy little-kid jokes, and one day Kane catches him teaching her how to pick a lock. (Which he’s not pleased to discover she’s very, very good at.) Uncle Eric is her best friend; he lets her hang out in Med Bay sometimes and keeps an eye on her while Mom is working, and puts her to work doing things like rolling up bandages that make her feel helpful and important.

Auntie Indra always address Hope very seriously, as though she is a tiny grownup, and claims she has no time to be bothered with a small child who is too young to fight; yet somehow, Hope always manages to find her to pester her with questions. Around age five, she startles her parents by casually switching every once in awhile from English to Trigedasleng midsentence.

Auntie O manages to get her hands on a wooden toy sword from a Grounder child who has outgrown it, and secretly begins teaching Hope how to use it (but secretly, to avoid Abby’s wrath if she ever found out). Sometimes when she babysits, Kane stumbles upon the two of them squished together in the big leather armchair in the bunker library, Hope sitting on her aunt’s lap while Octavia reads to her from Bulfinch’s Mythology.

Every night her parents tuck her into bed with stories about the family that she hasn’t met yet, but someday will. She knows all about her sister Clarke, who lives up above where the trees are, and about her Uncle Bellamy who lives up in the stars.

Hope grows up hearing everybody’s stories. She learns about the people who live in the bunker with her, but she also learns about everyone they’ve loved and lost, whose memories are kept alive in the stories they tell to the first Skaikru child born on the ground. Dad teaches Hope how to be the one who tends the tree, which he dug up from the earth with his bare hands and planted in a metal box in the bunker. He tells her all about his mother, who gave Hope her middle name. Mom tells her stories about her big sister Clarke when she was little, about the games she played with Wells and how she was scared of the dark and how much she loved to draw. Auntie Indra tells her stories about Lexa and Luna and Roan, and about the world of Grounders that used to be. Uncle Nate and Uncle Eric tell her all about the kids who live on the spaceship in the sky, how they lived there all their lives, then crashed down to earth and had so many adventures, and now they’re back up in the sky again. But someday, everyone promises her, someday they’ll all come home.

The Vesta IV returns to Polis a year overdue – a year of rationing and limited medical supplies and escalating tensions and Hope asking her parents every day when her family is coming home. When they finally clear away enough of the rubble to open the door, Hope knows them all so well that she greets them by name before they even know who she is. She wants to touch Raven’s leg brace and Emori’s tattoos and Harper’s blonde hair. “Who the hell are you?” says Murphy dubiously, and she flings her arms around his leg and exclaims “Hi, Uncle John!”

They spill out into the desolate land around Polis and begin the quest to resettle. They find a patch of green forest and the whole crowd, all twelve hundred or so, make their way over the wrecked, dead ground towards it.

Hope is riding on Dad’s shoulders, and she sees the flash of blonde hair in the trees before anyone else does. She begs him to set her down and takes off running as fast as her little legs can carry her. Abby chases her down, calling her name, but Hope is off like a rocket, leaping over logs and bracken until she reaches the clearing, sees the girl standing on the edge of the creek, and yells, “I found you, I found you! You’re my sister!”

After that, it’s as though they were never apart.

The Proposal
It’s been three days since ‘the proposal’. She hadn’t even said yes yet but already everything seemed to have changed, and not for the better. She knew for sure when for the second day in a row, Susie came up to the bullpen with lab results for the latest case.

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips at the latest reasoning for Maura’s absence. Though, excuse, was a more appropriate word for it in her eyes. With a tired look on her face she thanked Susie for the file and tossed it on to her desk before making her way to the elevator and punching the down button.

The heavy doors slid open onto the basement level and she could already feel the chill creeping into her bones. She was unsure if it was from the morgue or the feeling of apprehension that was setting in. Taking a slow, bracing breath, Jane stepped out in to the corridor, fingers reflexively kneading her scarred palms.

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