Sooo this is an experiment haha. It will be a 5 chapters collection of 5 times stories, all in Marcus' pov and retracing his history with Abby. Needless to say, this is a kabby story. I hope you like it.

See you tomorrow for next part and thanks to Akachankami for the beta!

Five Facets Of Abby Griffin

Five times Abby Griffin was terrifying

1.

Marcus hopped in Medical, pushed by the hand his superior officer had fisted around the collar of his jacket.

"I'm fine." he grumbled for the third time. He would never hear the end of this. Three weeks in guard training and he had managed to injure himself twice. He had been working through the pain in his ankle but his left hand… Their superior officer had seen it before he could try to hide it away.

"You'll be seen to, cadet." the man grumbled, nudging him none too gently toward the first bed they found.

Medical was busy like always with nurses and doctors rushing by. The guard didn't stick around to make sure Marcus got treatment, and he almost limped out of there before he could waste anyone's time with something that wasn't life-threatening. Resources were scarce and he didn't want to take away something that could help someone else.

"Hello, my name is Abigail, I am training as a doctor, what seems to be the problem?" a girl droned out in a slightly bored voice, suddenly appearing in front of him, eyes glued to a data pad in her hand and otherwise not paying attention to her surroundings. How she managed to avoid getting bumped by walking nurses or hitting rolling carts full of equipment was anyone's guess.

She was vaguely familiar but he couldn't pinpoint where he had seen her before. Everything about her screamed privileged and he never had had much contact with the kids from Alpha. Jake didn't have his reservations though, he was always running off with Thelonious those days, so maybe that was how Marcus knew her… Maybe she was friends with Jaha and maybe they had found themselves at the same party once or twice.

She was pretty. That was the second thing that came to his mind. Glossy dark blond, almost brown, hair pulled up in a hasty ponytail, wayward strands all over the place… She made messy hairstyles look good. He detailed her features, noting the cheekbones and wondering if she had dimples when she smiled.

She wasn't smiling at the moment. She was almost scowling.

"Well?" she prompted when he didn't answer, finally looking up from her data pad.

He blinked and shook his head. "It's nothing really. Just… An accident in training with shock batons."

She looked at him from the top of his slicked back dark hair to the sole of his boots. "You're training with the guards."

It wasn't a question but he nodded all the same. "I've only been there a month or so."

"I've only been here a week but don't worry I'm told I'm very good at what I do." she winked. "Now, show me."

He winced. "It's really nothing."

Her amusement died down quickly, replaced with the now more familiar scowl. She placed her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. "Listen, my shift ends in ten minutes. It's been twenty-four hours, I've been puked on three times, my boyfriend is about to get here any minute so… You're going to tell me what's wrong and we're going to fix it fast, do you understand?"

She was terrifying.

There was this class in guard training where they were supposed to learn how to recognize and assess a threat… Right now, his guts told him Abigail was a threat. A very real, very potent threat.

And he was a little put out that she already had a boyfriend. Not that he would have asked her out… She was scary after all. But…

"My hand." he said anyway, holding out his palm for her to examine. He had had the stupid reflex of grabbing the baton when his training partner had tried to hit him with it. They were supposed to avoid it by rolling on the side not grab it with bare hands. Instinct was a hard thing to suppress though.

She studied the burned flesh attentively and then hummed. "It's not too bad. I'll go get a balm."

"I don't need…" he started, only to be cut off by a very powerful glare that made him switch tracks. "Yes, ma'am."

A bright satisfied smile stretched her lips. "Good. Fill that while I fetch it."

She tapped on her pad and then passed it to him while she disappeared for a little while. It was basic information, something she probably should have asked before everything else – and probably would have if he hadn't distracted her. He typed all the required entries.

She checked the pad first thing when she came back with the balm, apparently satisfied with what he had entered.

"Marcus." she read, her tone teasing. "You could have introduced yourself before."

"You didn't give me enough time." he retorted.

She lifted an eyebrow at him, her lips twitching with open amusement. "Do you always need so much time to do anything?"

"Never had any complaint before." he smirked.

He was rewarded with a laugh and a shake of her head. She wasn't so scary when she was laughing, he decided, but it was there nonetheless. She had a charisma, an aura about her… She was younger than he was but she was commanding. He knew a leader when he saw one.

"Any allergies, Marcus?" she asked.

He shook his head no, wondering how she could make his name sound so appealing, wondering also how serious it was with her boyfriend and if he could run interferences.

She was interesting.

And he was interested.

"Here you are." a familiar voice sighed, barely preceding the arrival of one Jake Griffin. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Marcus frowned, about to ask how Jake had learned he was in Medical and to point out the injury wasn't life threatening and didn't warrant a visit – best friends notwithstanding – when he realized Jake wasn't talking to him. He didn't even see him. All his focus was on the girl whose face lit up like Unity Day had come early when she spotted him.

Oh.

Well, that was that then. The interest he felt was crushed in the bud and carefully swept aside before it could develop into anything problematic.

Jake kissed her like he hadn't seen her in days and Marcus found himself rolling his eyes at his best friend's antics. He cleared his throat, pointedly lifting his eyebrows at Abigail when she blushed, waving his hand a little.

"Who's wasting time now?" he joked.

That was when Jake finally spotted him and immediately frowned in concern. "What happened to you?"

"You two know each other?" Abigail asked.

They all agreed it was a funny coincidence that he would end up being treated by Abigail. Very funny.

Later, once they were out of earshot, Marcus told Jake his girlfriend was terrifying.

Jake checked over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't about to pop out of thin air and fondly agreed.

2.

"How could you do to that?" Abby hissed, eyes full of angry tears. "How could you?"

Marcus forced himself to meet her gaze and to not flinch. He owed it to her, to Jake.

The council room was large enough but, right then, with only the two of them sitting on opposite side of the table, it felt impossibly tiny. He should have left with the rest of them when Jaha had called an end to the session. Their Chancellor hadn't made the mistake of lingering behind but, then again, Marcus was sure he would be next on her list of people to tear down to shreds. Maybe that was why he hadn't left in the first place, to get this over with quicker.

"It had to be done." he answered simply, calmly. "You know that, Abby."

She sneered, her hands balling into fists on the table. "By you? You had to propose your best friend being floated? Was it even your idea or did you just repeat what was fed to you like a good dog?"

He bristled at the accusation, not as blinded by Jaha's manipulations as she wanted to believe. Thelonious was his friend and he respected him but the little game he had been playing for the last few years with him and Abby hadn't escaped Marcus. He had been playing mentor to both of them, subtly edging them against each other while always rising above. It was all political, of course, a way to assure himself he would always have the upper hand. No, Marcus wasn't blind to that.

Both of them being on the Council had sometimes damaged their friendship but they had always made an effort to keep the professional out of their private life, for Jake if anything else. But now…

"I didn't hear you making a convincing defense." he retorted. He had been counting on that, counting on her making one of those speeches that always turned the Council around her way. He wasn't as good with words as she was and he often lost to her because of that. So, yes, he had been expecting a speech, a plea, some bargaining… But she had tossed everything on Clarke's case. Perhaps she thought she couldn't save them both. Perhaps she had made her choice. Still…

"I didn't vote for!" she snapped, pushing herself up. The chair clattered on the floor behind her.

He stood up too, no less brutally. "You didn't vote against either!"

She had abstained. Abstained. It was as good as admitting they were right to float him. It was as good as consenting to it.

"But I didn't vote for!" she shouted and her voice broke a little in the middle.

"Does it matter?" he snorted. "You would have if you had been forced to choose. Just like I had to. Because you can say whatever you want but our people come first for you. Always."

She briefly pressed her hands against her face as if she didn't know herself what she had just done, what had just been decided. It would go fast once she stepped out of the Council room. Jaha had gone ahead to warn Jake and he would be requested to be around when it happened because that was his job but nothing would start until they stepped out of the Council room and maybe that was why they were lingering in each other's presence when all they obviously wanted was to never see the other again.

He had betrayed Jake, yes.

But she had too.

"And Clarke?" she asked, her voice rising stronger in fury. "Why did you have to include Clarke in the accusations?"

He clenched his jaw, refusing to meet her eyes this time, because if sentencing Jake to death gave him no pleasure and caused him pain, knowing he would be the cause of his and Abby's daughter's eventual death was maybe even worse. There was nothing Jake wouldn't do for Clarke. He loved that kid more than…

He forced the thoughts away. Clarke was a kid just like any other. She wasn't the first one he arrested and she wouldn't be the last. Clarke was a threat to the Ark. And threats had to be dealt with accordingly, regardless of personal feelings.

"It's the same thing." he said coldly.

"It's fucking not the same thing!" She was shouting again, sneer on her lips, eyes wide. She grabbed the closest chair and, for a second, he could see the murdering urge on her face. He almost lifted his arm preemptively, certain she would toss the chair at him or try to smash his head with it.

"Abby." he warned. "Don't make me arrest you."

He wouldn't. Not for this. Not even if she attacked him. There were no witnesses. He could afford the sentimentality once after what had just been decided. She was angry and he understood deep down. He was angry too. At Jake mostly for putting them in this position, at her for going to Jaha instead of coming to him with her suspicions and at Clarke for getting involved. He was angry at Thelonious for making so much sense when he claimed personal feelings shouldn't count, he was angry at Callie because he knew she would walk away from him as soon as she would learn, support Abby because Abby was her best friend and he was only the guy she was casually dating when he wasn't annoying her to death with his stuck-up attitude, angry at himself.

"Why not?" she chuckled bitterly. "Wouldn't that make your day…"

She looked crazy and he was a bit scared she would try to murder him.

"I'm not enjoying this." he denied, gritting his teeth. "He's my friend…"

"Don't." she hissed, letting go of the chair but advancing on him with her finger pointed straight at his chest. It didn't quite hurt when she poked his torso but she was clearly aiming at that. "Don't you ever call yourself his friend again. Don't you ever…"

"It's a bit easy piling everything on me, Abby." he interrupted, batting her finger away. "You…"

"You went after my daughter." she growled and, in that moment, he knew that, doctor or not, there was nothing she wouldn't do to protect Clarke, including murder. "And you will regret it."

She stormed out and he stared after her, feeling chilled to the bones.

She wasn't an enemy he wanted to have.

3.

Marcus was leaning against the table in the war room, arm crossed over his chest, happy not to be on the bad side of Abby that day because she looked absolutely thunderous.

He watched as she paced in front of the little band of misfits he had aligned before of her, half of them already reduced to tears by the simple act of being dragged to the Chancellor's office. Abby's lips had twitched when he had exposed their crimes but her face had soon been schooled into a very scary expression he had seen her use on Clarke once or twice once upon a time on the Ark.

"I am very disappointed in you." she declared, letting some actual disappointment mix with her anger. "Very."

The youngest sniffled and then started bawling in earnest, despite the elbow his sister nudged him with. Abby softened a little but not much.

"Do you think the Commander of the Guards and the Chancellor have nothing better to do with their day than trying to catch thieves?" she insisted. "How many did they steal, Councilor Kane?"

"Two each." Marcus supplied. "So ten in all, Chancellor Griffin."

"Ten." she repeated, shaking her head at the children. "On the Ark, you would have been put in detention for this."

Two more started crying while the girl who had been nudging her brother stepped forward, her lips wobbling but her chin high. "It was my idea, Doctor Griffin, please don't lock them away!"

She gave the girl a long thoughtful stare and then turned to him. "Councilman Kane, what do you think?"

He made a show of rubbing the back of his neck and looking embarrassed. "I'm afraid there's still a leak in the cells, Chancellor Griffin. It's very cold and humid. And dark."

Frightened gasps from the little gang of misfits. Ranging from six to eight, there wasn't much those particular kids feared aside from the dark. It wasn't the first time he or Bellamy had to step in, hence why he had brought the small urchins to the Chancellor for a good lecture.

Abby's eyes were twinkling with amusement and her mouth was twitching so badly, he thought she would give the whole game away.

"Didn't I tell you to fix that?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows with mocked severity.

"You did." he frowned. "And I passed the order along."

"But it didn't get done." she pointed out.

Given that the cells they were talking about were more or less fictive, he didn't quite know what she was aiming at. "Well, no."

"Maybe I should have you locked up then." she snorted, folding her arms over her chest, prompting hesitant giggles from the six years old who had been crying his heart out until then. When Abby didn't immediately chide him, a few others joined in.

Suddenly the joke was on him.

"And who will keep you safe, Chancellor?" he retorted, sounding a little put out to his own ears.

"Me! Me!" One of the boys lifted his hand high in the air with enthusiasm.

This time, Abby didn't even try to fight the smile. "I think you don't need to worry about retirement, Marcus. I will be in good hands."

"I wasn't aware I had to." he smirked, lifting his eyebrows in mocked concern. "So. What should we do with them, Chancellor? Do I toss them in the very dark cells?"

The kids weren't crying anymore though. They all seemed very confident Abby would protect them against his ire.

"I think we should keep the cells for more serious offenses." she declared after a staged pause for deep thinking. "Go to the mess all and help Gina with anything she asks all afternoon. But if I ever catch you doing something illegal again…"

The kids scampered away in a chorus of spooked "Yes, Chancellor Griffin". She waited until they were gone to burst out laughing. Marcus chuckled too, mostly because her hilarity was good to see after Mount Weather and everything that had happened.

"Did I ever tell you you're the scariest person I know?" he asked, once she had caught her breath back.

She looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Have you forgotten all the Grounders already?"

He shook his head. "I will face a Grounder army rather than you any day."

She blinked, obviously a bit confused and not sure if she should take it in a good or a bad way. "I'm not scarier than Indra. Or Lexa."

He pushed himself away from the table, lifting his hands in a helpless gesture. "Much scarier. When we met… The second thing I thought about you was that you were terrifying." She was half frowning and half pouting now and he shrugged. "It's not a bad thing, Abby." He hesitated a moment on his way out of the room and then threw caution to the wind. "I like it."

"What was the first?" she called after him. "You said second. What was the first?"

He stopped but only for a moment. "How beautiful you are."

He fled the war room as quickly as he could without breaking into a run.

He would face a lot of things without flinching but his complicated feelings for Abby weren't one of them.

4.

"You shouldn't let him talk to you like that."

It was a growl and it was feral. Just like the way she was pacing the room in long wide steps, up to the wall and then turning around up to the other wall. Marcus watched, sitting on the edge of the couch as she retraced the length of the office again and again, starting to feel dizzy with her antics.

Abby was furious.

It was almost rippling on her skin.

It looked like it was too much for her small body and her flesh would burst at the seams, letting out a hurricane of anger.

"You are the future Chancellor and who is he?" she continued, her hands rising in front of her, either to illustrate her point or to mimic strangling someone – he wasn't sure and he wasn't sure he wanted to know either. "A teacher. Farm station took too much importance in camp. I should have kept that in check. I should have kept Pike in check. The nerves of that man..."

"I've not been elected yet." he pointed out.

It was waved aside by an impatient hand.

"You will be." she declared with enough confidence that he couldn't help a smile. "And when you are… He doesn't respect me or my authority but you… We will have to make a clear stand, Marcus."

He caught her when she walked by, standing up and gently stopping her by grabbing both of her arms. He ran his hands from her elbows to her shoulders once and then back down, a soft amused smile on his lips.

"You can't jump at the throat of everyone who questions me, Abby." he reminded her.

"Like you don't jump at the throat of everyone who questions me?" she huffed.

She was glowering in a way that would have made him take a wild birch once upon a time. She was always scary when she looked like that, ready to tear someone apart. Now, though, she was angry on his behalf, protective of him, and that made him feel…

Warm inside.

"Point." he conceded.

She shot him a triumphant look, anger morphing into satisfaction for a glorious moment. His eyes darted to her lips and the confident smirk there, before moving back up to meet her gaze. He felt a strange sense of anticipation like he hadn't in years.

"Marcus?" she whispered.

He blinked himself back to reality and smiled.

"Leave Pike to me." he promised. "Everything will be fine, Abby."

5.

"Please…" he begged and he didn't even care. He wasn't even begging for himself or for the pain to stop, he didn't even care about what was happening to him, about where they were dragging him. It was her, he was concerned about. "Please, Abby…"

He didn't know what had driven her to take the chip. She would have never done it without a good reason, he knew that much, but deep down… Deep down he couldn't help but wonder if she had been tempted by the promise of a world without pain, if he had left her to face too much of this pain by herself.

She was terrifying. Much more terrifying than the blows raining down on him or the perspective of being nailed to a cross. It was her body, it was her face, her eyes, her mouth, her voice… It was her. And yet it wasn't.

She stared at him and her gaze was empty, devoid of any feelings.

He hadn't realized how much he had come to depend on the warmth and affection in her eyes when she stared at him, how much he looked forward to meeting her eyes and seeing the friendship – and maybe more – shining in them.

"Abby, wake up." he pleaded. "Please, Abby… Abby… Wake up… Wake up…"

She didn't even flinch.

Not when they forced him down on the cross, not when he begged her again to wake up, not when they hammered the nails in…

He screamed himself hoarse because it was the only thing to do.

The pain was overwhelming, the fear was gut crushing…

And there she stood, empty eyes and blank face, mindless as a robot, watching him agonizing without so much of a blink…

She was terrifying and he had never been that scared his whole life.

Not of her.

But for her.

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