A/N: So if you've ever watched Ryan's Hope you'll understand where I got the idea for this Kabby fic. On the show, Mary's mother, brother, and admirer (?) come together to lock Mary and Jack in the Ryan's basement so they can work out their differences. And, of course, I instantly thought of two of our favorite people, put my fingers to the keys and here it is. Hope you enjoy!
Monday Evening 5:30
"I'm home!" Bellamy called as he opened the door, setting his duffel bag on the ground.
Footsteps pounded on the stairs as two round faces appeared in the entry way.
"Bell!"
"It's about time!"
Bellamy smiled and extended his arms as his two sisters crashed into him. He picked them up and spun around before setting them back on the ground.
"How long do you have before you have to go back to school?" Octavia asks, following him up the stairs. Clarke not far behind.
"One week," he sighs as the girls groan.
Without Bellamy home, life was miserable. Spending all week with their mother, only to pack a bag and head to their father's condo on the weekend.
They two weren't officially divorced, only separated and had been for two years. Of course, with Bellamy home, their parents made it a point to spend holidays together as "family." Or so they called it.
"Where's Raven?" Bellamy questions when he passes by the empty nursery.
Close to a year ago, at another one of the Kane's holidays, Abby and Marcus drunkenly fell into bed together. With the new baby they were sure their parents were back together, and for a while they were, but six months into the pregnancy Marcus was once again packing his bags, heading to the condo.
Upon the baby's birth, Bellamy had caught a glimpse of his parents passionately kissing. While it grossed him out, he was glad to see them together, even if it was a one time thing.
"She's with Dad. Mom decided she was ready for Raven to spend a night away so when Dad dropped us off yesterday, he took her home. He promised Mom he'd be back with her by the time you were home." Clarke informed him, leaning against the doorway of his bedroom.
"Wow. That's big of her. Especially since Raven is only a few months old," Bellamy said. He sat his duffel bag on the foot of his bed and turned to face the two girls lingering at his door.
"Yea, I guess," Octavia shrugged her shoulders. He laughed and threw the eleven year old over his shoulder, running down the steps while Clarke chased them.
"Bellamy put her down. Mom's gonna have a coronary!"
He reached the bottom and put the giggling girl down. He turned toward the too serious sixteen year old and stuck his tongue out, making his way towards the kitchen.
"Girls! Quit running, please. Your dad and brother should be here soon and I don't want you tearing the house up!" Abby yelled from the stove.
"That's right."
At the voice she swiftly turned from her position and smiled. Setting the spoon she was holding down, she wiped her hands on a dish towel.
"How long have you been home?" Abby extended her arms and the boy happily walked into them.
"Only a few minutes. The girls and I messed around a little upstairs. I'm sorry for causing trouble."
"Oh, don't worry about it, honey," Abby smiles into her son's embrace, only for it to turn to a scowl as she hears Clarke scoff.
"What are you cooking? It smells delicious."
"The same thing she always cooks when you come home, dork."
"Clarke!" her mother reprimands. Bellamy waits till his mother's back is turned before silently laughing at her for which he receives a slap on his arm. She knows her children all too well.
"Your dad should be here soon. I don't know if he's told you but we decided that he should stay in the pool house while you're home," Abby says and glances at the clock.
"He didn't but that's wonderful news."
"Yea, glad we all get to know now." Clarke mumbles, picking at her nails.
Abby opens her mouth to reprimand her but Marcus chooses that moment to walk into the kitchen.
"Dad, Raven!" Bellamy exclaims, grabbing the youngest Kane and softly squeezing her to his chest before reaching out to his dad.
"How have you been? We missed you," Marcus says.
Bellamy shrugs. "Focused on school work. I've missed you guys, too."
"So that means no girlfriend?"
"No! You just heard him, he's focusing on his schooling like he should be," Abby scolds, turning back to the stove. Marcus rolls his eyes and maneuvers his son into the living room before continuing his conversation.
Bellamy softly chuckles and shakes his head. "No Dad. No girlfriend."
Clarke comes up behind him and scoops Raven out of his arms, smiling down at the baby.
"Well what about your classes. How are those?" Marcus sits on the couch by his oldest daughter while Bellamy takes a chair.
"They're tough. Professor Wallace's class especially. But I'm learning a lot."
"That's good. What about any sports. Are you going to do football?"
Bellamy scratches the back of his neck and looks to Clarke who winces and looks back down at Raven, who is happily cooing.
"No, Dad, I'm not."
Marcus's face falls and he cocks his head to the side. "Why is that?"
"I talked to Mom-"
"You're basing your decisions on your mother's wants? Bellamy, it's your choice!"
"Exactly! And I'm choosing not to."
Marcus scoffs and shakes his head before taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. "Okay, what about a job? Did you get one on or off campus?"
"On. They don't pay much but I eat for free and I get a discount on about everything so where it lacks in pay, it makes up for in other areas."
"Smart choice. When I was in college I didn't do that."
Bellamy nods and an awkward silence fills the living room.
"Hey, Bell. Will you help me set the table?" Octavia calls from the dining room. He stands from his chair and gives a polite smile to his sister and dad.
"Thank you," he whispers and sets the plates out.
Octavia winks. "I assumed you needed saving."
6:30
"Enough about me," Bellamy states halfway through dinner, "I want to hear about you all. How's school Clarke, O?"
"I love school! All my friends are so nice and last week I beat Lincoln in a race at recess. He said he let me win but I know I'm faster," Octavia exclaims.
"Clarke?"
"Same as always," she shrugs, pushing her peas into the mashed potatoes.
"How's Sinclair's class?"
Clarke rolled her eyes. "Too easy. He's not pushing me hard enough, I assume he thinks my math skills suck as much as yours."
"What about the Beta Club election?"
"I won! Wells was so pissed he came in sec-Jeez, Mom!" Clarke remarks when Abby hits her.
"Language," she scolds, again.
"Anyway, he wussed up when the results came back. I'm president and he's VP."
Bellamy nods and looks to his parents who are sitting on opposite sides of the round table. "How's the hospital Mom? Clarke told me you were named Chief of Surgery."
Abby smiles and nods her head. "Yea, I was. The hospital is good. Busy of course but I took the week off to spend time here."
"That's a first," Marcus mumbles under his breath, resulting in a glare from Abby.
"I'm sorry I'm busy saving lives everyday. I can't just take off whenever I please."
"And I'm not? What do you think a detective does? I sure as hell don't sit on my ass all day, filling out paperwork."
"Bullshi-" Abby cuts off glancing at Octavia.
Marcus smiles, considering it a win.
"Speaking of detectives, how is Indra?" Bellamy calmly questions once the silence becomes too heavy.
"She's better. Her arm is still in a sling, though. The doctor says it'll be another month before she's allowed back on the field." Bellamy nods.
Silence once again envelopes the table, only the sound of silverware hitting the plates filling the air. Bellamy looks up, catching Clarke's eye. She nods her head toward the ceiling, indicating she wants to talk.
"Mom, dinner was wonderful but I think I'm going to head upstairs. It's been a long day."
"Same here, Mom," Clarke stands and nudges Octavia. The younger sibling immediately stands up. They each carry their plates into the kitchen and return, kissing both their parents on the cheek.
7:06
Marcus glances at his watch, frowning when he sees it's only a little after seven.
"Got somewhere to be?" Abby questions.
"Although that's none of your concern anymore, no. I just find it odd they're retiring so early."
"They won't be sleeping. At least not now. If you would have been paying attention you would have saw Clarke nod to the ceiling." She stands up and puts her plate in the sink. Marcus coming in right behind her puts his in the sink as well.
He starts the water and begins washing dishes.
"I can do that," Abby states, reaching over to turn the water off.
"I'm only cleaning my plate," he replies, turning the water back on.
Abby rolls her eyes and makes her way to the stairs and into the nursery. She picks up Raven and sits in the walking chair, pulling her breast out. Raven happily latches on, eating as if she hadn't ate in days.
Abby smiles and softly hums a lullaby, one she sang to all of her children when she breast fed. Gently, she strokes the soft hair atop the baby's head.
She never thought she'd have another child. After Octavia she and Marcus agreed they were finished. Of course, once she entered her forties, she didn't think she'd be able to have kids anymore anyway. Obviously she was wrong.
She loved Raven just as much as her other three. Even considering the fact she wasn't planned, or that she and Marcus weren't together anymore. That thought makes her tear up. All her life, she's always had Marcus to lean on. He was there when she was sad. When she was happy. And he was there throughout every baby. Of course he wasn't absent in this child's life, it still wasn't the same. They did these things together and now they were doing it separately.
She didn't realize he was standing in the doorway until he cleared his throat.
Jumping, she swiftly wiped a stray tear and reached for a blanket to cover herself.
"Abby, you don't have to. It's not anything I haven't already witnessed before."
"Well, things change," she says and continues to cover herself. Marcus rolls his eyes and turns around, heading toward the elder children's room.
"Let me know when you're done. I'd like to say 'goodnight' before I head to the pool house."
"Wait!" she calls and he stops. "She'll be asleep by then. Do it now."
He turns and eyes her, looking down at their child before returning his eyes to her.
She just pulls the blanket down enough for him to see her head, and a hefty part of her breast as well.
He slowly walks over, get down on one knee and caresses her head before softly kissing it. Abby's breath catches in her throat when she feels his stubble on her breast, memories flashing through her mind.
He rubs her head for a few more seconds before he stands up and walks out the door, not looking back.
7:10
"How bad is it?" Bellamy asks as they make the three make their way up the stairs. They walk past the bedrooms and quietly lower the stairs that lead to the attic.
The attic was insufferably hot as they quietly climbed the stairs. Remembering the routine as if it were yesterday, Octavia walked over to one corner and flipped on the fan, Clarke pulled out three dusty beanbags from behind the Christmas tree and Bellamy silently raised the ladder. It took months of practice for him to raise the ladder and shut the door without slamming it, alerting their parents of where they were.
After setting out the bean bags, Octavia dragged a small milk crate to the center of the group, filled with snacks.
"I filled it up while Mom was showering this morning. I have a feeling we'll be up here a lot this week," she said.
Bellamy and Clarke nodded, reaching in to grab something.
"So?" Bellamy asked, looking at the two. The girls exchanged looks before finally turning back to their brother.
"It's gotten worse," Octavia finally says.
"I'd rate their little outburst downstairs about a four out of ten," Clarke offers, taking a bite of a Twizzler.
Bellamy sighed and rub a hand over his face. "We can't let this go on."
"What do you mean?" Octavia asked.
"They've had their fun but it's time to cut the crap," he says, not answering the young girl's question.
"What are we supposed to do, Bell? They can hardly be in the same room as each other without screaming at each other. We'd have to lock them in a room together," Clarke snorts.
Bellamy snaps his head up as she finishes talking. He looks from Clarke to Octavia, grinning like a fool.
"I still don't understand and you're starting to creep me out, Bell," Octavia exclaims.
"Sorry, O. I forget you're so young."
"I'm not that young."
"Mom and Dad are still in love, O. And Bell was just saying that it's time for the two to get back together. Or at least be civil around one another."
A giggle bubbles out of Octavia and her older siblings look at her as if she'd grown another head.
"Sorry, I just pictured literally locking the two in a room. That'd be a disaster."
"But what if we did," Bellamy finally says.
"What?" The girls ask in unison.
"What if we literally locked them together in a room and forced them to talk."
"Bell, that's absurd. There are so many things that could happen in such a scenario, if we managed to even succeed," Clarke explained.
"And if we did manage to, what would we do if it just drove them farther apart?" Octavia asked.
"But what if it worked? What if they managed to talk through whatever split them up? We'd have our parents back. Raven would be able to experience what we did growing up."
They all quietly sat, thinking of all the good and bad that could come out of it.
"I'm in," Clarke finally muttered. Octavia nodded her head, whispering the same thing. They looked to Bellamy and he grinned.
"Operation Cupid is a go," he finally exclaims.
"Cupid? Absolutely not!" Clarke says, making Octavia laugh.
7:39
Abby and Marcus stood outside the attic, waiting for their children to come down. Before the split, Marcus would back Abby up against the wall and have his way with her. As the kids came down the stairs they'd be disgusted by the sight, begging for them to "get a room."
Now they kept a respectable distance and silently stood, arms crossed in front of their bodies.
After about ten minutes, the familiar creak sounded and they watched as the siblings filed out of the attic. One after the other.
Clarke was the first to spot them. "Well at least you're not devouring each other this time." She earns a glare from both parent.
"Sorry, we just wanted to talk and the attic is as best a place as any," Bellamy offered.
"We just wanted to say 'goodnight' before heading off to bed," Marcus says.
Abby and Marcus each take their turn kissing their children before heading separate directions.
11:00
[Clarke] we need to finalize details tonight if we are starting tomorrow
[Bellamy] i agree
[Octavia] well first off we need a plan
[Bellamy] where are we going to lock them up
[Clarke] what about the laundry room
[Octavia] no mom can squeeze through the dog door
[Clarke] why do we even have a dog door? we've never had a dog
[Bellamy] i think it came with the house
[Octavia] seriously getting off topic here
[Clarke] sorry we could block the dog door
[Bellamy] with what? i say the attic
[Clarke] and let them ruin our stuff? i don't think so
[Octavia] the pool house
[Bellamy] too many doors
[Clarke] and windows
[Clarke] what about the garage
[Bellamy] really clarke? there are so many ways they could get out
[Octavia] the basement
[Bellamy] …
[Clarke] that's actually not a bad idea
[Octavia] think about it. no windows, only one door but it locks from the outside
[Bellamy] okay so we've found our place now how do we get them down there
[Octavia] clarke…
[Clarke] we could say bell 'fell' down the stairs. that would definitely get them running but they'll need to be together when I tell them
[Octavia] i can get them to play a board game with me or something
[Bellamy] why do i have to fall down the stairs
[Clarke] not literally
[Bellamy] i know that but why me? you can fall too plus you're much clumsier than me
[Octavia] guys come on. keep your head in the game
[Bellamy] fine they love me more anyway so they'll definitely come running
[Octavia] I'm going to ignore that
[Clarke] same
[Clarke] how long are we keeping them down there
[Bellamy] as long as it takes
[Octavia] that could be weeks
[Clarke] i would like to have them out of there by Thursday. none of us can cook a thanksgiving dinner
[Bellamy] then we will improvise i doubt it will take that long anyway
[Clarke] this is abby and marcus kane we are talking about people the 2 most stubborn people on the planet
[Bellamy] i know it's why we are having to lock them in a basement so they will talk
[Octavia] we have a place and a way what else are we missing
[Clarke] they will need food
[Bellamy] and blankets and pillows
[Clarke] definitely some alcohol
[Octavia] might need to throw down a first aide kit
[Bellamy] we might need to take some stuff out of there so they can't really hurt each other
[Clarke] alright let's assign jobs
[Octavia] i can keep them distracted most of the morning and afternoon
[Clarke] holy shit what about Raven
[Octavia] what about her
[Bellamy] we can take care of a baby perfectly fine
[Clarke] …
[Bellamy] i will call grandma Vera once the deed is done
[Octavia] good thinking
[Clarke] while O is keeping them busy i can go out and buy the things we don't have here at home
[Bellamy] and i will clear out the basement
[Clarke] operation lovers quarrel is a go
[Octavia] that's even worse than the Cupid one
A/N: So…? How was it? It's only the first chapter of course but I would still love to hear your thoughts. This didn't have a lot of Kabby in it but the next chapters will. Promise! Leave a review please!