Collection of Kabby missing scenes based on my headcanon.

Better me than herself (Pre-season1)

Missing scene about Jake's death sentence.

The door burst open behind him and his heart skipped a beat. He didn't need to turn his head to know who was standing in the doorway, he could already feel her burning gaze right on his nape.

"He hasn't done anything yet,"

Her voice was sharp, almost threatening but he knew her all too well to detect the fear she was trying to hide below the surface. He didn't want to do this. Not at all, but he had to. It was his job, his duty. Twenty years ago he had sworn to ensure the safety of the Ark, to enforce the law and he was a man of his word. No matter how much it was hard, how much he could think it was unfair, he couldn't make an exception, not even for a family member or, in this case, for a friend.

"Yet," he echoed dryly, lifting slightly his head to stare into space through the window in front of him.

He heard her sigh angrily and take a few steps inside the room but he didn't turn to look at her. He couldn't face her, not when he was writing the prosecution closing speech which was about to send her husband to his death and her daughter to prison.

Yes, he was a man of his word but he wasn't heartless contrary to what everybody thought. Jake Griffin was his friend. Jake Griffin was a good man. Jake Griffin was the best engineer of the Ark. But Jake Griffin was now also a threat. He had made a choice and he knew all the consequences.

In the deepest part of his heart, Kane was mad at him for having put him in this position, for making him plead for his death sentence, but more, he hated him for destroying his family. Abby and Clarke didn't deserve that but now, it was too late.

"You can't float someone because he might do something illegal one day," she argued as he felt her come closer.

Discretely, Kane flipped the paper in front of him and tried to keep his composure. Even if, he usually enjoyed their arguments, he wasn't in the mood right now and certainly not when it was about Jake's death.

"Your husband mad-," he started to told her, turning his head a little aside but still without looking at her.

"He has a name," she cut him off sharply. "His name is Jake. Jake Griffin. Did you already forget the name of your oldest friend?" she snapped bitterly.

Kane pressed his lips together. In others circumstances, he would have remained her that the friend card didn't work with him, that she was losing her time but he didn't want her to cross a line because of her suffering. She had all the right to be angry but her distress wouldn't be an excuse if she broke the law. So, instead of fighting with her as he always did, he decided to play fair.

"Jake made his choice, Abby. He's never going to change his mind, he told it himself to Jaha," he tried to reason with her. "Jake knew the consequences. I don't agree with him but I want you two to know that I respect his decision, I respect his courage," he told her with sincerity.

"To hell your respect," she exploded. "I don't give a damn about your respect," she thundered. "You're about to press charges against him and you know he gonna be floated," she accused as she lifted a threatening finger toward his chest.

Marcus looked down, unable to deny it. Jake Griffin will be floated and nothing could change that.

"There could be another way," Abby spoke again after several seconds, her voice a little softer than before.

"He could be locked in solitary until we find a solution. He even could keep working on it and maybe offer us a way out," she suggested hopefully.

Marcus kept looking at his feet and held back a sigh.

"You know I can't apply for that," he told her, trying to sound as compassionate as possible. "It wouldn't be fair to all the person we had condemned to death and who hadn't had the chance to be friend with a council member. No, special treatment, you know that and you know why," he remained her in a softer tone.

This time, his words seemed to be heard. Abby looked down and nodded slightly. She made no sound but he saw her shoulders started to tremble a little. It was the first time in all his life that he saw her cry and it made his heart clench in his chest. He was used to fight with her, but he didn't know at all how to comfort her.

A little ill-at-ease, he took a step toward her and tentatively reached for her shoulder. Surprisingly, she didn't push him away and this time, a sob escaped her throat.

"I wish I could help you," he told her in a low voice, squeezing her shoulder slightly. "At least, they gonna have a fair trial, I promise," he tried to give her some comfort but as soon as the words left his mouth he realized his mistake.

"They?" she repeated in a murmur. "They?" she said again, this time looking up at him with wide-eyes. "Oh my God," she breathed out as her expression of pain turned into an expression of horror. "Tell me you won't include Clarke in those charges," she called for as she took a step backward, stumbling a little. "Kane, I swear to God if you-" she started to threaten him but she cut herself off, covering her mouth with her hands.

Marcus swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry Abby. That's not how I wanted to tell you," he apologized, cursing himself internally.

He had never hated his job. Of course, some remit were far from pleasant but he believed deeply in the necessity of the law and of the order. But today, right now, he wished he would have never become the chief of the guard. Dealing with the family of the person he had arrested or executed was hard but he knew how to handle it but dealing with Abby was more than he could endure. Hurting her, even if it wasn't intentional, was probably the hardest thing he had done in all his life. He couldn't explain why. After all, she wasn't his friend, she was just his best friend' wife and a colleague, nothing more but still, seeing the distress on her face was killing him.

"Please no," she whined. "Please, I'm begging you, Marcus," she begged him, tears rolling down her cheeks as she came closer to him and grabbed, with her both hands, the lapel of his jacket. "Don't do that, don't take her away from me," she pleaded as her fingers tightened around the black fabric. "Marcus you can't, she's just a kid," she remained him, her eyes begging for his mercy.

Marcus stayed still, staring at her face distorted by the pain. Each new tears he saw escaping from her eyes made the stone around his heart crack a little more. He was losing his composure. He could say it by the lump in his throat and because of the way he was craving for telling her that he won't do it. But he couldn't tell her that. Clarke was a threat just like her father and he couldn't take the risk even if he wanted to.

"She w-," he started to say but his voice was too hoarse so he stopped and cleared his throat. "She won't be floated, not—not currently," he said, clenching his jaw.

He could show some compassion but he couldn't let himself be overwhelmed by his emotions. He had a job to do, a role to play. Besides, showing her how much he was suffering too wouldn't help her, not even a little.

"She won't tell anybody, she-," Abby kept arguing but this time he didn't let her finish her sentence.

"She's already told Wells," he cut her off, more sharply than he intended.

"She's my child Marcus," she whimpered like a little animal wounded to death.

This time, Marcus felt himself being very close to lose his professional stature. For a split second, he would have like nothing more than to tell Jaha, the council and the Ark to fuck off. To leave the Griffins in peace but he couldn't.

Reluctantly, he grabbed Abby's wrists and forced her to release his jacket. Once done, he took a step backward and get his hands behind his back.

"I'm truly sorry, Abby," he declared coldly.

"No, you're not," she retorted, glaring at him. "Of course, you're not. That's your little revenge, right? Our punishment for whatever reason," she spat and this time her face was painless but red with anger.

"What do you mean?" he asked, frowning.

"Oh, you know what I mean. I should have known. I should have realized...," she said as she started to rub her forehead. "You say that Jake is your friend but actually you always hated him. It's so clear now: the way you always sneer at him, scoff at him every time you can," she kept talking, more like if she was speaking to herself than to him. "I always thought it was the rest of a teenager rivalry, maybe even a sort of brother competition, but I was wrong, I was so so wrong," she asserted with a bitter, joyless laugh passing her lips. "You are jealous of him," she accused, looking up at him. "Jealous of the good and wonderful man he is, jealous of the life he has succeeded to built and that you'll never have," she said spitefully. "You're so pathetic Kane," she spat with disgust.

Her words were harsh, and it hurt him. Nevertheless, he remained stone-faced even if he had to bit his tongue to prevent himself to prove her wrong.

"Does that make you feel better?" he heard himself ask her instead.

"What?" she snapped, her gaze burning with hate.

"To think that. To think that I'm the bad guy who is destroying your family because of jealousy?" he inquired in an emotionless tone.

"I don't think you are, I know you are," Abby replied nastily.

Behind his back, Marcus' fists clenched and he felt his nails scratching his palm but he remained impassible.

"Fine," he nodded simply. "Then I suggest you, to leave now, I would like to savor my vengeance peacefully," he declared sarcastically but without a hint of pleasure.

Abby glared at him and Marcus wondered for a second if she was about to assault him. The hate was splitting out from every spore of her skin. Even during their worst arguments, she had never look at him like this.

"Fuck you," she finally hissed, staring at him right in the eyes before turning around and walked toward the door.

"One last thing," Marcus called out to her. Abby stopped but didn't turn to look at him. "I thought about dealing separately with the two trials," he informed her and this time she threw him a look over her shoulder. "For what it's worth, I think that Jake doesn't need to die with the guilt of his daughter's arrest on his conscience. The choice is yours," he explained and she nodded briefly before disappearing behind the door.

Once alone, Marcus let out a powerful sigh and put his head in his hands. He tried to keep his calm but suddenly everything he had contained in front of Abby exploded.

"Shit," he shouted, throwing a punch at the nearest wall.

*AKAKAK*

Two broken fingers, that was all he got for having let his emotions take over his reason. Sitting at his desk, a glass of moonshine in his fit hand, Marcus could feel Callie's heavy gaze upon him. She hadn't talked about the Griffins since she arrived but he knew she wanted to and several minutes later he was right.

"Why didn't you tell her?" she asked as she got up from his couch and came closer to him.

"What are you talking about?" he inquired without looking at her even if he already knew the answer.

"Why didn't you tell her that Jake came to you first?" she specified as she leaned against the edge of the desk. "That you tried to reason with him and that you didn't denounce him to Jaha?" she added, trying to catch his gaze.

"Because it doesn't matter," he replied coldly, pretending to look for something among all the papers in front of him.

"She told me what happened," she said, reaching for his injured hand. "What she told you," she kept talking, letting his thumb brush softly against the bandage.

"She was angry, it wasn't a big deal," He replied, shrugging. "I can handle it," he assured, pulling his hand out of her grip.

Callie let out a sigh and crossed her arms over her chest.

"She hates you," she asserted sadly.

Marcus felt his stomach clench. He didn't like that but he couldn't change anything anyway. He simply nodded and finished his glass in one go.

"Better me than herself," he declared with a pinched smile. "Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do," he added to end the conversation.

He couldn't save her husband nor her daughter but if he could, at least, prevent her to blame herself for what happened, that was a gift he was willing to do to her.

"Better me than herself," he repeated one last time to himself in a murmur before adding his signature to the prosecution closing speech of the Griffins' case.