Greetings and welcome to my first chaptered kabby story XD

This was born out of a crack idea that the gang is screwed next season and that there aren't many options left aside for finding a bunker or going back to space. OR finding the Stargate and getting the hell out of dodge. Of course, the crack idea turned serious and now here I am with a crossover that isn't as much about space travel as it is about healing after the post Alie disaster and saving themselves. ^^

Aside for a basic notion of what the Stargate is (a big round circle that allows you to travel in space) I don't think any real knowledge of the show is necessary since this a S4 AU and thus very much takes place in The 100 universe.

This is mainly a kabby story but it will feature bellarke and ice mechanic (because apparently I'm a sucker for this ship) with some memori on the side because come oooon how to resist?

My Trigedasleng is still a work in progress so you will have to forgive me if you're fluent ;)

Thanks to my kabby girls (who will know who they are) for the encouragements to write crack that failed to be crack and above all thanks to Akachankami who is taking care of the beta reading duty.

Gateway To Heaven

1. Exodus

The wound stung when Abby applied the disinfectant wipe on his shoulder. He had had enough of his share of injuries in the last year to know it wasn't serious, nothing a few stitches wouldn't fix.

The Dead Zone tribes used swords, knives and arrows. Their warriors hid buried in the sand and jumped on them when they least expected it. They scarcely ever attacked the main convoy, wary of the Ice Nation warriors guarding it, but they never hesitated to attack search parties and hunters or scouts.

They had tried to make peace with them but to no avail. Emori insisted there would be no discussing any ceasefire, that the Dead Zone had always belonged to those who were rejected or killed for their defects, that it had always been a safe haven for those people and that they wouldn't allow Skaikru or Grounders to settle in the desert. Their land was the only thing they got and they would defend it with their last breath. The fact the tribes weren't organized was working in their favor but it would only be a matter of time before they ran out of ammunition and lost their advantage.

The heat was still excruciating even under the shade of the main tent, the heavy fabric not enough to completely block the rays of the sun. Night would fall soon but would bring little relief. Heat would simply give way to a freezing cold.

"Am I doing the right thing?" he asked, searching Abby's eyes.

She brushed her braid behind her shoulder with an impatient move to reach for the stitching kit. "What was the alternative? Staying behind and waiting for the first cancerous lesions to appear?"

Others had made that choice, had preferred to stay put and hope for the best, Jaha amongst them. When red tinged hues had started clouding the sky and Raven's instruments had detected a dangerous rise in the radiation levels, Marcus had viciously argued they should move, leave behind the wreckage of the Ark and find a place where the radiations were less high, gain some time until they could figure something out…

There would be no miracle, of that Marcus was convinced. Raven had collected data for weeks while Bellamy and Clarke had led search parties of guards and Grounders alike for anything that could help. Mount Weather would have been an option if it hadn't been blown to smithereens. Now… Now it felt very much like grasping at straws.

The Dead Zone was still unaffected and it had appeared like a good plan. Emori had volunteered to be their guide even though she had warned them their intrusion wouldn't be welcomed, Indra had rallied most of Trikru, some Grounders had elected to follow Clarke since she was Wanheda and was the last one to have ascended, half Azgeda had followed Roan, and three quarters of the Ark survivors had made the choice of following Marcus and Abby instead of staying with Jaha.

The convoy wasn't as impressive as it should have been though. They had lost a lot of people to A.L.I.E and the City of Light in the first place, wandering in the desert for a whole month without rest and surprise attacks had lowered their numbers even more. By the last census, there were two hundred and sixty-four people amongst which a hundred elders and children for whom Abby wasn't optimistic. They had been three hundred and fifty when they had started out.

It felt more and more like a death walk.

"Nay drop of wichnes nau." Indra chided him quietly from where she was sitting against the pain pillar, sharpening her sword.

Don't doubt now…

Easier said than done.

He didn't know what he had been thinking when he had led them all into the desert, Clarke and Roan at his sides, the three of them being the last remnants of the coalition. That they would find a place to call home for a little while, perhaps. Or that they would find something, somewhere. He couldn't believe they had been through all this only to find themselves right where they had started. Maybe he had been blinded by his needs for all of this to make sense, for the universe to be a place with reason where things didn't happen at random so unfairly…

Call him naïve but he wanted to hope.

Jaha had made the same mistake once when he had headed out to find his City of Light and they were all bearing the scars of his folly.

He thought about that often at night.

"Emori says she needs to talk to us." Bellamy declared, ducking under the flap of the tent without announcing himself, shadowed by Clarke, Roan and Emori. Murphy sneaked in right after her but Marcus had long stopped protesting his crashing of meetings. For one, the boy had gained Clarke's and Bellamy's trust, for another he could understand the urge to make sure the woman he loved was within his sight at all times. It was a dangerous world out there.

"How's the shoulder?" Roan asked.

"Stitched." Abby replied for him, putting the needle and the surplus of thread away before covering the wound with a light compress that would allow the wound to breathe. "Try not to put sand in it this time. That goes for you too."

That was directed at Roan who bowed at her. Marcus' eyes trailed on the king's bandaged hand while he put his shirt back on. By the time this was over, they would all be covered in scars. The Sanskava, the people of the desert, seemed intent on finishing them off.

"Sha, Haiplana." Roan offered with open amusement.

Abby simply rolled her eyes at the address, having gotten used to being referred to as a queen by most Grounders from the Ice Nation in the last months. Azgeda was a monarchy and didn't recognize any other sort of government. The Chancellor title meant little to them. As far as Roan and the rest of his people were concerned Abby was Skaikrus Haiplana and Marcus was Skaikrus Haihefa, to the other Grounders they were simply both Skaikrus heda – although they seemed puzzled by the shared power – and as for the people from the Ark, they had voted to follow Marcus but still called Abby Chancellor and so they had come to share the title without truly discussing it.

She took a seat in the circle the others had formed around a map Emori had brought. Marcus took his usual spot at her left.

"Where's Raven?" he asked.

"Trying to make sure the rover doesn't overheat again." Clarke sighed.

Nobody had really decided who got to sit on the Council and who didn't, it had come naturally. It was different from the meetings on the Ark. The chancellor didn't get a final say in there because this wasn't a chancellorship. His words had no more swing than Clarke's or Roan's. Roan was King to his people and Clarke was Heda to those who wanted to follow her. Indra had no fancy title but it had been made clear her warriors followed her and not Clarke. Bellamy spoke for what was left of the Hundred and Raven was their current radiation expert.

At the end of the day, they all took decisions together. It was sometimes rocky but they all knew they had to make it work if they wanted a chance at surviving. None of them would have a chance on their own in the desert.

"If we keep in that direction we will reach the edge of the Dead Zone in five days." Emori stated, pointing at their location on the map. It was handmade and obviously old, she kept a jealous hold on it.

They had been walking away from Arkadia and its red clouds for more than a month, Marcus wasn't surprised they were reaching the end of it. And he would have been lying if he had said he wasn't relieved.

He was ready for anything without sand.

"What's beyond the Dead Zone?" Clarke asked, studying the map with a frown. The desert was detailed, with oasis, camps and markers but everything around it was left to a vague limbo. Emori had spent most of her life in the Dead Zone or on its edge and had few interest for what lied beyond.

"I don't know." Emori shrugged. "There are mountains, we would need to find a way through. I don't think anyone ever tried to go that far."

"Everything beyond the Dead Zone is dead." Indra stated.

"Says who?" Murphy mocked. "If you never checked…"

"It might be worth a shot." Marcus said.

"Raven says the Dead Zone is the safest place right now…" Abby remarked.

"We never scanned further, Mom." Clarke countered. "With the drones, we could get an idea of what's ahead and be sure it's safe… There might be more bunkers… More people…"

Raven had reprogrammed what was left of ALIE's drones and had modified them so they could record radiation levels with Monty's help. So far it worked well enough.

"If the Sanskava don't shoot your drones out of the sky again." Roan scoffed.

"Well, if you did a better job at keeping my drones safe, it wouldn't happen, your useless Highness." Raven declared, ducking under the flap of the tent.

"Your tongue is always so sweet, rowen…" the Ice Nation's king snorted.

The young woman ignored that, limping to her usual spot next to Bellamy. "What did I miss?"

"Kane and Clarke want to take a stroll into a deader Dead Zone." Bellamy summed up, sounding nonplussed.

"Business as usual then." Raven joked.

"Could you all be serious for a minute?" Abby chided them. "We need to decide if we're moving forward with this."

"Or what? We turn around and we wander at random some more?" Clarke scowled. "Let's get closer to the border and see what the drones come up with. Maybe those mountains can offer some sort of protection."

"Or maybe we will all die trying to get across and we will be trapped on the other side." Bellamy offered.

"It's not like there's a point either way because in four months we will all be dead." Murphy added.

Raven whistled "You're all such bundles of joy."

"Could we focus for one minute?" Abby repeated with a sigh.

"I think Clarke is right." Marcus cut in. "We should keep moving west and see what the drones come back with. If the mountains are safe for now… We should explore, see if there is anywhere safer than the desert."

"I'm in for that." Clarke nodded.

Bellamy rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I could use more mountains and less sand."

"I can program the drones but Muscles' guys better make sure nobody shoots them this time." Raven shrugged.

"I'll make sure my warriors operate to your satisfaction, rowen." Roan retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I will send Octavia with them." Indra offered.

Bellamy bristled but kept silent when Clarke placed a distracted hand on his arm. Marcus hesitated too but eventually decided to follow Bellamy's lead on that front. Octavia… Since she had killed Pike, Octavia was withdrawn. The only person she truly talked to was Indra. The girl was focused on her training and little else. She lived with the Trikru tribe and not with the Arkers… He had tried to talk to her when it became obvious Bellamy wasn't getting through but she had made it clear she didn't want any of his pep talks.

"Abby?" Marcus prompted.

Abby pursed her lips and took a deep breath, studying the map. "I suppose scanning the surroundings can do no harm."

"We all agree then?" he asked.

"Chancellor?" a guard called out before lifting the flap of the tent. When both Marcus and Abby looked up, the guy made a face. "Chancellor Griffin, you're needed in Medical, Ma'am."

Abby stood up and followed the guard out without adding anything. Roan and Raven left exchanging some not so nice banter, Indra followed after them rolling her eyes at their antics.

The kids lingered.

"It's getting confusing. The chancellor thing." Bellamy observed. "Which of you is the real one?"

"Maybe the Ice Cube King has a point with the queen and king thing." Murphy snorted. "Plus, it goes hand in hand with Clarke's princess nickname."

"Don't disrespect Roan." Marcus rebuked, not quite glaring at the kid but making sure to look serious enough. "We haven't had a diplomatic incident yet and I would rather keep it this way."

"Raven disrespects him on a daily basis." Murphy pointed out.

"The difference is he likes it coming from her." Bellamy retorted. "He won't hesitate to gut you for it."

Truth be told, even Marcus had noticed Roan seemed sweet on Raven. Even his habit of calling her rowen, the grounder word for raven, marked her apart from the rest of them.

"Let him try." Emori snorted, flinging her arm around Murphy's shoulders.

"We're a democracy not a monarchy." Marcus butted in. "I don't want any of our people calling us queen or king. Don't put that into anyone's head."

Not that he believed anyone would go for it. The kids could have their fun with it – some of them already had their fun with it – but he didn't want anyone getting ideas. Understandably, not everyone was happy with their trekking in the sand and it seemed far more tempting to behead a King than to deposit a Chancellor. The last thing they needed was a coup.

"They're joking, Kane. Relax." Clarke sighed. "Nobody's going to bow to you or Mom anytime soon."

"Says the great Wanheda. It's not like your Grounders bow to you, right?" Bellamy mocked in a low voice that warranted him a punch in the shoulder.

"We would need to marry you." Murphy went on, looking at Marcus with an openly mocking face. "We can't have an unmarried Queen and King… Not that anyone really knows what's going on on that front… Our Chancellors are awfully close-mouthed about it."

Clarke's eyes snapped to him and this time Marcus glared. "If you don't want to finish the trip in the brig, I would advise you to watch your tongue."

Murphy held his eyes for a moment and then pouted before giving him a mock bow and a very ironical "Sha, Haihefa."

It was as disrespectful as it got and Marcus had half a mind to have him arrested anyway but Emori bumped the boy's shoulder with hers. "Nau gon op em."

Stop provoking him. A wise advice he hoped Murphy would have the good sense to follow. He didn't want to be as harsh as he used to be in the past but he couldn't tolerate disrespect when they were surrounded by Grounders who only understood strength.

Clarke was still looking at him and he ducked out of the tent without another word and stopped right there for a second, dizzied by the beating heat. He didn't know what Clarke knew although he figured she suspected. The crux of the matter was… He didn't quite know what there was to know or suspect. After ALIE, they had spent their time looking for a solution while licking their respective wounds, coming to term with what had happened to them, and after that… After that Marcus had led them on a wild goose chase in the desert.

Were there kisses sometimes? Yes.

Did they sleep close by? Yes.

Were they still leading together? Also yes.

But aside for that, there hadn't been any talk or progress in their relationship and he was too much of a coward to ask for a conversation that would be taxing when she looked so exhausted all the time. He was hoping things would flow naturally. He was big on that lately: hope. Or at least he tried to be.

"You shouldn't talk to him like that." Bellamy's voice trailed from inside the tent, both reproachful and annoyed.

"Oh, come on…" Murphy scoffed. "Like being king isn't all Kane ever wanted."

"He changed." Clarke snapped. "He's not the same man he was on the Ark."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night to deal with your new stepdad…" Murphy mocked.

There was a scuffle inside, Bellamy clearly stepping in between two people.

Marcus didn't stay to know how it would play out.

He spent the time before dinner helping out around the temporary camp as much as he could and then when the sky turned dark and the temperature dropped, he built a campfire near the main tent and started the long and painful task of roasting a piece of the two lizards they had brought back from their hunt. Emori called them skeiliz, to him they looked a bit like small sand crocodiles. It was hard to get to the flesh under the scales but the meat was good once roasted. They had gotten two that day before the nomads had attacked.

He felt the presence at his back and slowly adjusted his grip on his knife. The blood from the meat made his palm slippery and by the time he turned around, the Ice Nation's king was already very much in his space with a smug smile on his lips.

"Seintaim slog." Roan commented with a shrug before translating. "Too slow."

"I shot you once." Marcus grumbled, sitting back down and going back to his cooking.

"Yes, and I still owe you for that." the King chuckled, taking a seat next to him. "Don't you have servants? What sort of king does his own cooking?"

"I'm not a king." he shrugged. "And I don't mind the work."

Roan shook his head at him but remained silent while Marcus worked. He hadn't been sure about the man at first, their track record with the Ice Nation was less than stellar and he had shot him while under ALIE's influence. It was Clarke who had insisted on keeping him in the fast fading coalition and it was also Clarke who had convinced him to leave his kingdom behind to follow them.

Roan, Marcus had quickly found out, was a clever man, patient, and willing to do what it took for the good of his people. From what he had seen so far, Roan was a good leader. He hadn't expected to befriend the Ice Nation's King but that had happened somewhere along the line in the last month.

They shared the meat while they talked about how best to protect the drones. It was almost peaceful. Campfires had popped all around, lighting the night with pale flickering reddish glows that projected shadows on the dunes, now and then horses neighed and commands were called either in English or in Trigedasleng.

It was almost peaceful and it was almost easy to pretend they were safe.

It was late by the time Abby showed up, her face set in sorrow. Most of the other campfires had been put out already. Roan left with a quiet goodnight as soon as she had sat down.

"Bad day?" Marcus asked, pushing the plate with the now lukewarm meat he had kept for her in her hands. She had a tendency to forget to eat and drink when she was focused on her patients.

"We lost a patient." she sighed, reaching for the flask of water on his other side and taking a long sip before starting to distractedly pick at the meat. "An elder Grounder. This heat…"

They did their best but water and food resources were few. The more fragile people were the worst off.

"I'm sorry." he offered sincerely.

She shook her head and mustered a small smile. "Thank you for keeping some food for me."

"Hey, I almost got an arrow in the shoulder for this, you might as well eat some." he joked, trying to diffuse the tension.

Her smile grew more genuine, fonder. "Did you pop my stitches yet?"

"No." he declared proudly. "I followed my doctor's orders and took it easy."

"Miracles do happen then." she teased.

She didn't eat nearly enough, her plate was still half full when she passed it to a Grounder child who wandered past their campfire but it was Abby in a nutshell and he didn't comment. He leaned back on his hands and looked at the stars. Even after all this time on Earth, they still looked unfamiliar, different from what he was used to.

"If we could go back up there, would you?" she asked softly, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"If we could and it was the only option to keep our people alive… Probably." he sighed, gathering a handful of sand in his hand and letting it slip through his fingers. "But I'm not sure I could ever get used to it again."

"Me neither." she agreed. "It would feel like living in a box."

"It always felt like living in a box." he commented. They hadn't grown up in the same parts of the Ark. He came from the bottom, she had always lived on top. He chased those memories away. There was no more Ark anyway. "You don't think trying for the mountains is a good idea."

She had agreed earlier but he could tell she had reservations.

"It's not that." she countered. "If it's still livable, yes, I think we should try. If anything… It will give everyone something to do, something to hope for. It's better than staying here, getting shot at, waiting for the wind to turn and the sky to glow red."

"You don't think we will find anything." he said.

"Do you?" she replied.

"I don't know." he confessed, resting his head on hers.

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