shifts between them after that night, faint and almost imperceptible, nothing
that either of them can pinpoint or name.
A subtle wisp of a thing, always just out of reach, but it’s there, and
it suddenly makes everything different.
something, Abby finds herself thinking in maddeningly vague terms, to do with
the way Marcus suddenly … takes up space.
been aware of him – even at his worst, he’s a difficult man to ignore –
something new there now, a hair-trigger sensitivity to each other they
can’t seem to switch off. If he hears her across the room take a sharp
deep breath, his head snaps up as if readying for another panic
If she’s working a shift alone
in Medical after Jackson and Murphy are off for the night, he comes by
on her or brings his tablet in with him and works from the desk in the
corner. She can feel him watching her, but it’s not like it was on the
Ark. Not a threat, but a comfort.
Marcus sees her.
she sees him, too. He can feel her gaze whenever he talks to Bellamy,
around whom he‘s still sometimes skittish. Bellamy too is gentle with
Marcus, reassuring, careful. The bruises are almost faded, you have to
look carefully, and Bellamy puts his jacket on before coming into the
Chancellor’s office, which hides everything but the faint mark of one
thumb beneath his Adam’s apple. But every once in awhile, Marcus will
make a sudden movement - say, to catch a glass of water that’s about to
tip over - and Bellamy’s whole body will flinch and tighten like a
spooked horse preparing to bolt, and then the weight of a crushing
sadness will descend onto Marcus’ shoulders, causing his whole body to
sink beneath its weight. They stare at each other in silence, desperate
mute apology contorting both their faces - Kane for the bruise he now
can’t ignore, Bellamy for reminding him of it - until Abby steps in. He
doesn’t see the bruise if Abby’s hand is resting on his arm, if her
knee bumps lightly against his own under the table. If he loses his
train of thought, her touch steadies him and brings him back to
himself. Bellamy never says anything about it - never gives any
indication that he even sees - but she observes him saving his visits to
the Chancellor’s office for when he knows that Abby is there too.
There’s an intimacy between them that never existed before, and everyone around them can see it. They’re
attuned to each other in some peculiar new way that can only come from sharing
a bed with somebody.
He comes to
her every night, after that first one.
He always knocks, polite, almost formal. He never presumes. They’re shy with
each other, hesitant and a little fumbling, up until the moment when Marcus
wraps his arms around Abby’s waist and her back melts into his strong,
comforting chest and then it’s as though they’ve been doing this all their
but just a little, and after a few days Abby can’t remember how she ever fell
asleep without it, that warm dry whuffling of breath against her hair, like the
happy panting of a big friendly dog. She
herself tends to fidget in her sleep, tugging the covers away and leaving
Marcus chilled, but he learns that if he runs his hands up and down
her arms, it soothes her into stillness again.
The line is
there between them, and they don’t cross it for now, but they’re aware of it – when Marcus wakes to find
his hand resting high on Abby’s chest with the tip of one finger just brushing the
plush softness of her breast, or when Abby stirs in her sleep and feels a hard
heavy weight swelling gently against her thigh.
But neither of them is ready, just yet, to dive off that particular
cliff. There’s too much gravity between them; once they left
themselves fall, they’d never stop falling. It’s all still too much, too soon.
So for now, it’s
this: comfortable nights of warm
arms and easy slumber, all the ghosts chased just far enough away
that they can sleep. It’s Marcus
bringing her food when she works through meal hours and wildflowers in tin cups
to brighten her room. It’s Abby doing
her equipment inventory on the couch in the Chancellor’s office when she can sense that Marcus needs company.
tell Abby about the recurring nightmare that only her small warm body in his
arms has been able to chase away – the one where it’s her who stays behind to pull the lever as the stations crash down
to Earth, trapped and alone on a dying Ark where he’ll never see her face
And Abby doesn’t
tell Marcus about how the panic attacks really started.
didn’t come for Clarke until twenty-four hours (to the minute) after
floated. Abby hadn’t even known about the charges. No one ever told
her why Clarke was given a day’s reprieve, but she put the pieces
It was Wells.
intended to give Clarke and Abby an hour together after they came home
airlock before sending Shumway for her, but Wells had apparently
(according to one of Abby’s patients a few months later, who lived down
the hall from the Jahas and made loud chatty conversation while Abby
administered her vaccine) “lost his shit.” Brooking no argument, he
demanded that his father, out of the bare minimum of human decency, for
the sake of the decades of friendship the Griffins had shown to them,
allow Abby to grieve her husband and Clarke her father together, just
for one day, before forcibly separating them for what might be the last time.
was because Wells, all things considered, really asked his father for very little (never was a
Chancellor’s child less entitled). Maybe it was out of compassion
for the Griffins. Maybe he simply wanted to avoid a fight. But whatever the reason, Thelonious did it.
night - which they had no idea was also the last - Clarke slept in her parents’ bed next to Abby, their arms curled tightly
around each other. They did not cry. There were no tears left, just a blank hollow gray void swallowing them both up
from the inside out. They simply held each other and tried to remember how to
seized Abby as she began to drift off to sleep, and she suddenly felt all the air
drain from her lungs as though it had been herself in that airlock, herself
pulled backwards into the unrelenting void of space, herself dying a choking
airless death. She had never dreamed anything so real. She didn’t realize she was gasping and shaking until she
felt a panicked, teary Clarke wrap her in her arms whispering “Mom! Mom,
please, you have to wake up” over and over again.
The attacks came
almost nightly while Clarke was in the Sky Box. It was having too much time to
think, and too much solitude. It sent
her mind spiraling into dark and ugly places.
But she’d had surprisingly few of them since the Ark hit the ground. Something to do with keeping busy, she
suspected, with being surrounded by people, with having a purpose; she
couldn’t afford to fall apart while they were still hunting for the missing kids,
or at war with Mount Weather.
And then after
that, there had been Marcus.
receded – not completely, but enough to let her breathe – when Marcus was
She does not
tell him this.
thinks, perhaps, he understands anyway.
The night it
happens, they’re working late in the Chancellor’s office.
Marcus is at
his desk, going over the evacuation plan for the Grounder villages surrounding
Arkadia. Clarke returned four days ago from Polis with Commander
Luna and King Roan to meet with the Skaikru Council and devise a plan for
long-term relocation to the ninety-six-square mile patch of territory in the middle
of Azgeda that Raven’s computer model has determined will remain untouched by the
coming disaster - far enough in all directions from any of the failing nuclear
plants to retain clean water and arable land.
Marcus has been up late every night this week staring at maps of soil patterns
and water tables. Abby, for her part, is
working with Nyko on preserving as many of the area’s medicinal plants and
herbs as they can harvest in six months, and is poring over a nineteenth-century
medical almanac downloaded from Mount Weather to make sure they haven’t missed
Both of them
are exhausted to the point of delirium, but focusing on concrete manageable
tasks – “draw a map,” “make a list of plants” – helps take their mind of the
ticking six-month clock hanging over their heads every day.
Abby, who is sitting with her feet up on the couch, begin to fade a
little. The tablet in her hand slips out
and thuds gently onto the floor as her head lolls back against the soft
upholstered back. She’s so tired. She can hardly keep her eyes open.
“Time for bed?”
she hears Marcus ask dryly, but she shakes her head, snuggling down further against
the couch cushions. The thought of
standing up and walking all the way through camp to her quarters and undressing
for bed exhausts her even to consider it.
He chuckles a little, and she’s soothed into a pleasant half-sleep by
the sound of his fingers tapping on the screen of his tablet, the scratching of
a pencil on Roan’s map spread out across his desk, and his warm, steady
She could live
in this moment forever, she thinks. Just
now, the crisis at their doorstep feels very far away. Just now, she feels nothing but peace.
drowsiness overtakes her limbs, pulling her down little by little into a dark
sea, and just as she feels the surface begin to close over her head, consuming
her completely in a deep sweet sleep, she hears him say her name.
murmurs in a voice so low she can barely hear him, “are you asleep?”
She isn’t, not
really. She’s only mostly asleep. But her eyes are too heavy to open and her
limbs are too heavy to move and she can’t quite remember how words are formed
in her mouth, so all she can do is sigh a little and let her head sink back
further against the back of the couch.
He calls out
to her again, closer this time, and she feels a shifting. He’s lifted her away from the corner of the
couch to sit down beside her, pulling her into his lap. Still liquid and boneless inside that place between sleeping and waking, she yields completely as he resettles her in his arms, her legs
stretched out along the sofa cushions and her head pillowed against his chest
as he strokes her hair.
She likes this
much better, and wants to tell him so, but again, she’s too tired for words or
movement, so she simply melts into him and begins to drift off again.
tries again, after a long silence, but she’s floating away and it’s too late for
him to catch her.
“Okay,” she hears him
say, with a curious throb in his voice. “Maybe
it’s better this way. Maybe this is
his voice arrests her, tugging her back abruptly as she drifts away, like a
ship dropping anchor. The fog begins to
“I didn’t know
what this was,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with some strange emotion, and
suddenly she’s wide awake.
She forces her
breath back down to the slow pace of sleep and presses her eyes closed, heart
pounding inside her like a military drum, thumping so violently she’s half
terrified he’ll feel it and know. But
she can’t move now. She can’t speak,
now. She has to hear what he’s going to
“I didn’t know
what it was,” he says again in a low voice, brushing a strand of hair
from her face. “I swear to God, Abby, I didn’t know. From the moment
we came to Earth, I knew I
couldn’t live without you but I didn’t know why.”
drifts down to the place where
her right arm is draped over her hip, and he strokes the soft white skin
forearm. “You tried to say …
something … to me, that day. But I thought it would just make
everything harder, if that was how it all ended. And then I kissed you,
before I left on a
suicide mission. Without knowing if I’d ever see you again. And then I
found you in Polis, but ALIE had gotten there first. And now we only
six months until the world ends.” He
laughs a little, but there’s more melancholy in it than mirth. “Six
months,” he says again, sadly. “We never had good timing.” He leans down to
rest his head against hers. “But I think I’m in love with you,” he
murmurs, in a voice pulsing with tenderness and wonder. “I think that’s
what this is. Because everything’s different now.”
slides up the side of her body and for one thrilling, shocked moment she thinks
he’s going to caress her breasts while she sleeps – an almost incomprehensible
thing for Marcus Kane to do – but no, his hand brushes past them, his touch
light and respectful, and lands instead on her ring.
ask you for anything that rightfully should still belong to him,” he
into her hair, and Abby presses her eyes closed tight, suddenly
tears she’s struggling to hold back will give her away. “I’ll never ask
you for that. I just thought … “ He stops for a moment, turning
Jake’s ring on
its chain over and over in his hand. “It’s the
kind of thing a person should say, I think,” he says haltingly. “Not
for you to say it back. Not if that isn’t – what this is. For you.
But just so I know I’ve said it.”
He lets go of
the ring and pulls her close, cradling her body against his chest. “Whether it’s six months or fifty more years,”
he murmurs, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “You’re the last woman I’ll ever love, either
way. But I couldn’t let the world end
without saying it.”
over her and switches off the lamp beside them, leans back against the sofa,
and in minutes he’s sound asleep, arms holding Abby tight against his chest.
She feels the
rise and fall of his chest and the thump of his heart beneath her cheek begin
to slow and soften, and only then – once she knows he’s asleep – does she let
the stinging hot tears cascade silently down her face.
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