The 100

Fan Fiction

Spoiler : Season 4

The story begins after the closing of the bunker, when the radioactive wave's arriving. What will Abby think when she'll wake up ? What will happen to the inhabitants of the bunker?

Here's my vision of the 5 years to come.

I'm a french written, and I traduce on my own my story, so if you see any errors, tell me!

Chapter 1 :

/ The Bunker \

~ Marcus Kane ~

I lay the body on the ground, and take a last look to the "outside". This woman is the last one who wasn't on Clarke's list. I feel awful. I just sentenced more than three hundred of my own people to death. Was there another solution? I will never know. Jaha shouts at me to come back inside of the bunker. But, I suddenly seriously think about staying here. On Clarke's list there are engineers, mechanics... And a doctor. The doctor. Who am I? On the Ark I floated people. A tear drops on my cheek. A doctor. I just saved her life. I just broke the promise I had made her. What will she think? When I ordered the grounder not to take her outside, I didn't even consider that she was the last doctor. I only thought about her, about us. Her name was written on Clarke's list. I only obeyed to the rules. Who am I? I hate me.

Suddenly, I feel someone grab my arm and pull me back. I don't have the force to fight it. I take one last look at the bodies lying on the ground, and the hatch closes over me. Slowly, I walk to the principal hall. A hundred of my people are safe.

I approach her, take her in my arms, and go to the quarters reserved for our people. I enter a room, and lay her on one of the two simple beds. At the bottom of the cabin there's a sofa, and a low table at the center. On the right, behind the bed, there's a large closet. The colors are bland, in the tones Grey-blue. No windows, obviously.

I take a sit next to her, and caress the back of her hand with my thumb. I cling to her as to my own life. Minutes pass, and she finally wakes up. She turns her head, and looks at me, deeply. Tears start to drop on her beautiful face.

- I'm sorry Abby...

She doesn't answer, but she straightened up, pressing her back against the wall. She drops my hand, and put her legs against her chest.

- Abby, listen to me. We used Clarke's list to choose. You were on it. I wasn't courageous enough to let you go, I could never sentence you to death...

She stares at me, profoundly, and I can feel how mad she is, how sad she is.

- You already did it. On the Ark. You were about to push that button, but Jaha arrived right on time to save me. You would've killed me with no hesitation Marcus, she says coldly.

She's sobbing, shaking, but I wipe her tears with my thumb.

- Abby, I'm no longer the one I was on the Ark. I hate the one I was. You made me better, you brought light in my life, you saved me.

She sighs, and nods.

- Clarke? She asks.

- She didn't come back... I still don't know where she's. I'm sorry.

She shakes more and more, clenches her fists.

- You closed that bunker... While she was outside?

- We didn't have the choice.

- I hate you! I hate you Marcus Kane! She yells, throwing herself at me.

She hits my chest with all of her strength, weeping all the tears of her body. She shouts, desperate, punches me, as hard as she can, pouring out her anger on me. I don't move, I let her do. I could endure everything for her.

I finally catch her wrists, and, exhausted, she lets herself fall into my arms. I press her against me, while she cries as much as possible.

- It's gonna be OK Abby, I'm here... We will figure this out, as always... I'm so sorry Ab.

I try to comfort her, without releasing her. I'm ready to everything for her. I would like to offer her the entire world, to do the impossible to get a smile from her. I finally fells asleep in my arms. I lay her, put a blanket on her shaking body, and leave the room.

I easily find Jaha, who announce me that they got a message from Raven and Bellamy. They're going to space, with Clarke, Murphy, Emori, Echo, Monty and Harper. But the contact was cut tight after that. Now, we only can hope that they made it, that they're alive.

Suddenly, the door of our quarters opens, and Octavia enters with her two guards and Indra. She looks at Jaha, impassive and cold.

- Have you finished to install your people? She asks.

- yes, answers the former chancellor. Every room are taken.

- Great. I expect you all in the principal hall in an hour.

Then she gets out, without another word.

~ Octavia ~

I walk to the food store, on the fourth floor, with a member of every clan. I give them rationing instructions, and ask them to cook for the lunch.

I go back to my office, which overlooks the main hall. It's my home. Two guards monitor the entrance. Indra lives with her daughter, and two other Trikrus, in their quarters. I had the chance to talk to Bellamy, to say goodbye to him. I'm praying for him to come back safe. Without him, without Lincoln and Ilian, I feel so lonely...

The small room is composed with a large table, three chairs, a sofa, and two shelves. A door opens on another room. A large bed thrones in the middle of it. On the right side there are shelves, and another sofa. Another door leads to the bathroom, pretty much simple. The colors are in the tones grey-blue, just alike the major part of this bunker.

I take place behind my office, take a paper sheet and a pen, and I start planing for weeks to come.

An hour later, the main hall get filled with people. Every clans are here. They speak loud, they laugh, making a terrible noise. I ask for silence twice, with no answer. I take the foghorn on my belt, Lincoln's foghorn, and blow inside of it. Everybody suddenly stop talking, looking at me with attention. I take the decision to speak in Trigedashleng, and the traduce in English.

- Great. I welcome every clan here, and I ask you solidarity and compassion to get over the futures events. The bunker is composed of six floors. The three floors at the bottom are your bedrooms, your home. I hope that you're installed. Do not hesitate to tell me if there's any problem of cohabitation. The fourth floor is dedicated to culture, recycling of water, and canteen. On the fifth one, there will be the school, the workshops of engineers and mechanics and the medical bay.

I stares at Dr. Griffin when I say these last words. She's behind everyone, hidden, leaning against the wall, blank look. She lives with Clarke what I live with Bellamy. The fear to never get them back.

- Well. This floor is consecrated to hobbies, sports, cultural exchange between the clans. Breakfast is between 07:00am and 10:00am, lunch between midday and 02:00pm, and dinner between 07:00ppm and 10:00pm. Clocks are almost everywhere in the bunker. Please, respect these schedules.

I take a deep breath and keep going on.

- Nobody can stay inactive, so you'll pass test to determinate your job for the years to come, except if you already know what you wanna do. Here, war won't be tolerate. There's no place for violence. We've to cohabit to survive. So, I ask you, please, everyone, to do an effort. So, the test will take place here, after lunch. Thank you.

Deaf applause resound in the room, gradually transforming into acclamations. I'm relieved. I nod to my people and go back inside of my office. Then, I notice that my organization looks a lot like on the Ark, or Mount Weather... I hate me for that. How could I get there? I have the advantage of peace for my people, with no floated people, or awful stuff alike Mount Weather. I pray for everything to be OK, for these five years to be good to everybody.

I walk to the canteen. Every clans are eating, more or less happily. I'm so hungry... But I can't allow myself to lose a minute. I easily find a representative of every Sky people job, and Gaïa. I please them to eat as fast as possible, and to meet me in the main hall.

However, Abby's missing. She's not eating, and I need to find her. She's our only doctor. The best one. And I know that many healers would probably want to meet her, to work with her. I walk to Skaikru's quarters, and open every doors until I find hers. She's crouched on the floor, crying. At the moment she sees me, she hastens to get up and dries her tears.

- Octavia, hello. How are you? She asks with a soft but shaking voice.

Doctor Griffin has always be nice to me. When I was isolated, after my mother got floated, she came to heal me, vaccinated me, and she provided my medical follow-up. These stuff hadn't been done since my birth. I feel connected to her. We both care about someone on the outside.

- Great, thank you. I need you in the main hall for the repartition. Did you eat something?

- I'm coming right now, she answers, ignoring my last question.

I nod to her, and go back to the hall. In the five following minutes, I'm surrounded by each representative of every job. There's only one grounder, Gaïa, and I already know that people will reproach it to me. But I didn't live long enough with grounders to know their jobs and hobbies.

- I thank you all coming so fast. In the following hours, you'll have to choose who will work with you for the next five years. You're the best in your fields, so I can only trust you. Doctor Griffin, you'll be in charge of the MedBay, obviously. Mr. Jones, you'll manage agriculture and water recycling. Mrs. Smith, you'll be the director of the school, Mr. Watson, you'll supervise the engineers. Gaïa, I let you take care of religion, Mrs. Lopez, you'll work in the kitchen and...

Suddenly, I notice that I can't say Raven. Raven's not here. She's with my brother, in space...

- Well... So... Mr. Watson, you'll handle mechanics too.

Then the room get filled with every clan. I present them the jobs, necessary to our survival and cohabitation. I please them to join the representatives in their sections, according to what they prefer. The representatives will decide if they can join or not the job.

My people scatter then, but something like fifty persons come to me. They don't find themselves in any jobs. After a little talk with them, I understand that they're mostly artisans. I let them take a room on the fourth floor, giving them the only instruction to "do what they're the best at". Their jobs will probably make our underground existence a little more pleasant. Ten of them are specialized in sewing, or tapestry, others know how to create perfumes, dyes, or paints.

Finally alone, I decide to take a little break. Being a leader is exhausting. I don't know if I was born to be a commander. They're 1 200 people in this bunker. How can I keep peace for five years? I don't feel able to do that...

Someone knocks at my door. My guards open, letting enter Indra and Marcus Kane.

- Congratulations Octavia, says Kane. You succeeded alone and in a record time to organize this bunker.

I shrug my shoulders.

- What do you want Kane?

- Well, I'm not able to do any of these jobs. I don't know where to go, so I was wondering, maybe that you may need a little help here?

I take a second. First, I want to put him out and tell him to fend himself. But I'm exhausted.

- Well, you could be useful. You'll check the food store, and keep peace inside this bunker. I allow you to take your guards back, but not only Skaikru please.

I've to trust him now. He thanks me and leaves. Indra takes me in her arms and congratulates me. I can't contain the tears in my eyes. She comforts me, and promises me to help me every time I'll need to, to unify people in peace.

Afternoon passes fast. I check the tests, the repartition of jobs, that everything's OK. I don't even have a minute to rest. Indra forces me to eat at dinner. Without her I would forget to. Corridors start to be quiet, empty, and the first day end in the bunker.

I walk to my office when suddenly, a howling sounded throughout the bunker...