A nearby alarm began to blare, screaming for its owner to get up. Moaning, Abby stuffed her face into the pillow further, trying to muffle the annoying noise. However, there was no way she could fall back to sleep with the repetitive sound piercing her fogged mind. Rolling over she heavily exhaled and pushed herself up. Flinging her hand she disabled her alarm and scanned her room. Her desk was cluttered from a late night of brainstorming, she barely got any sleep, only a few hours. Sighing, Abby forced herself out of bed and quickly grabbed a pair of clothes. Clumsily walking to the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror looking at her distraught face as she squinted from suddenly turning the light on. Abby bent down to splash her face, better. She quickly finished getting ready for this new day and ventured to her desk. Sighing she looked at her tablet, on the tablet a list of profiles shown, the top of the page reading, Sky box Prisoners. Many names have been highlighted... ninety-nine in fact. Abby thought to her daughter, hopelessly stuck in solitary until she was reviewed in a couple of months, on her eighteenth birthday. This would give her a chance. She could be free! Abby grabbed a stylus and was about to highlight her daughter's name... Then she thought to herself, what if she was sending her baby, her one true light in life to die? Shaking her head, hard, Abby highlighted Clarke Griffin's name, she had to have hope.

Abby shuffled down the halls, making her way to the councilor's meeting room -it felt like that was her second home by now. She had a solution to the problem, not that she liked it, but something had to be done. Holding her stack of files, plus her tablet, in one hand, she flicked the door open and caught it with her foot before it closed. Repositioning her stack, she nudged the door with her foot and entered. Focusing on her balance she came up to the oval table and let her items fall on it with a big *thud* . She sat down, and couldn't help but yawn... Her eyes drifted closed for a second... She shook herself. What was she doing? She had a job to do. Trying to focus herself on something else, she picked

up her tablet and typed the name, Jackson. Sending him a message, she thanked him for filling in for her at the hospital when she was gone yesterday and informed him the she would come back after the meeting today. Setting the tablet down, her mind wandered to far off thoughts and again drowsiness tried to overcome her. Except this time, she was too weak to fight against it.

A hefty shake to her shoulder made her bolt upright as she slapped the arm, hard. She heard a startled grunt behind her and quickly she remembered what had happened. Turning, she apologized, it was Thelonious. He wore a small smirk as he was rubbing his reddening forearm. She apologized once more before returning her gaze to the stack of things in front of her. Rubbing her face she cursed at herself for falling asleep. Behind her Thelonious only chuckled softly as he shook his head and turned to sit down in his seat. Abby watched him with a defiant look in her eye.

"How long?" She asked him.

"How long what, Abby?" He said in a questioning voice.

She sighed, "How long was I asleep?"

He chuckled once more before carefully examining her face.

"Not long enough it seems." He replied, his amusement fading swiftly replaced by concern.

"Come on Thelonious," She looked him in the eyes, "I'm fine. Now stop playing games with me... How long?" She tried again.

It was his turn to sigh this time. "Only a few hours Ab-"

"A few hours?" She exclaimed as she cut him off with disbelief. "Did I miss the meeting? Did Jackson need me? How could you let me fall asleep for a few h-"

"Abby." Jaha said sternly, cutting her off. "I know that you want to help, but you can't help when your too tired to function."

She looked at him, eyeing him diligently. "Fine." After a short pause she continued. "Did I miss the meeting?"

He shook his head, "I went to your room to tell you we had postponed it to later today, but you were not there. I figured you went to medical, so I came here to work on a few things... Yet, here we are."

She shook her head in disappointment at herself. "Well thank you. I guess I will be back later then, do you mind if I leave this here?" She asked gesturing to her pile of files.

"No, go ahead." Jaha said before watching her stand up and walk to the entrance. "And Abby?"

"Hmm?" She acknowledged before stepping out of the room.

"Please don't overwork yourself."

She paused to look at him for a second before nodding briefly and walking out the door.

Heading in the direction of medical, she stopped and crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. She returned her thoughts to the reason she had slapped Thelonious's arm as he woke her up earlier. Nightmare. She had been having a nightmare. Never had she felt a nightmare so real and vivid. Her heart began to pound as she remembered the horrible dream.

Her blood-curdling screams echoed throughout the small room, filling Abby with distress. She yelled for her daughter over and over and over. "Clarke? Clarke! Where are you?" Looking around the pitch black room she saw something, a sliver of light. Groping towards that light like it was going to save her, Abby tripped, falling into a void of darkness. Her screams tore through the piercing silence as she fell... She blinked... In front of her was a girl wrapped in a blanket, a blonde baby... Clarke. Really confused, Abby looked at the baby warily, but nothing happened... It was just her and her baby, before life had happened. Then she heard him, Jake. She looked up and saw his face, adoration and love in his eyes as he looked at his girls. A tear slid down her face and she blinked again... But Jake was crying now, then he was screaming... "Save me! Save me!" But Abby couldn't get to him, she yelled and tried to pass the invisible barrier, but she could not save him. He was sucked out of the airlock, floating towards space, his scream cut off as his eyes immediately turned gray and lifeless. She slowly blinked once more and it revealed her baby girl looking at her mom, broken. She was being dragged away from her... The last thing that she had in her life, taken away. Clarke was yelling to her mom, "Don't send me down there! Don't kill me!" She collapsed to her knees and cried, then blackness surrounded her once more.

Abby's body was shaking, badly. Her breathing was uneven and tears were threatening to spill. She attempted to keep them in, to hold them back. Looking around her for a quiet room to break down in, she spotted an old guard's closet, most likely to store unused uniforms and maybe even shock batons. She knew she didn't have clearance to go into it, but she did anyways. It was empty. She crumpled into a corner and began to sob, knowing that this was the second time this had happened in the span of two days, but she couldn't help it. Abby knew what would happen if she was caught by Kane two days in a row though, he wouldn't let her go until he had answers... So she forced herself to stop crying relatively soon, she had already cried enough, now it was time to do something. Abby wiped her eyes and sat there a minute, allowing her to gather herself. She took deep breaths, and counted down backwards from ten, hoping the familiar method would calm her down. She got up, mentally slapping herself, and left the closet like nothing ever happened. She arrived at medical and let her brain wander to the familiar medical terms as she switched on Doctor Abby mode. Soon Abby had forgotten her worries and was solely focused on her patients, something she was grateful for.

Time ticked by faster than she could of imagined, as she heard over the intercom that the councilor's were requested to the meeting room. She finished up with her current patient and found Jackson letting him know where she will be. He nodded and went back to work with a significantly less amount of patients than before. She washed her hands and swiftly made her way to the meeting. Assuming she was a little late, Abby tried to sneak in, to no avail however. As soon as she walked in, several heads swiveled in her direction and followed her as she sat down. Her fellow councilors looked at her as if she were unstable, perhaps about to throw a fit of burst into tears. Looking to Thelonious for an answer to this odd behavior he only shrugged... That's when she knew, they said something about her when she wasn't here. An annoying curiosity peaked as she looked around to scan their faces hoping to find some answers. Her eyes landed on Kane but he silently looked back at her as she raised an eyebrow.

"No one's going to tell me?" She asked.

Everybody seemed rather perplexed, and she knew they were faking it.

She only grunted, "You know what? It's fine. We have other more important matters to talk about anyways." She shook her head, obviously bothered by the whole ordeal.

Picking through her pile of files, she resumed, "Okay. I have spent countless hours dwelling over this, and to be honest, I still think that this plan sucks." Everyone seemed a little taken aback by her unsettling sentence. "I propose that we send down one hundred prisoners from the sky box." Kane was thoughtfully rubbing his chin, and other councilors began to murmur their consent towards the suggestion.

"I agree," Chancellor Jaha stated, "I do think that these kids are, as much as I don't like admitting it, more expendable than the adults. However, I believe that, if this plan works, they should be granted a second chance and pardoned from their crimes."

The other councilors started to stir at this notion and began to argue with Jaha, but Abby toned it out. She was currently restless as she reflected how they were looking at her before... What were they thinking of her? She had never really been one to think much less care of what other's had thought of her, yet this particular situation really got under her skin. Apparently, she had really been deep in thought because she barely heard Thelonious call out to her a second time, but she did. All eyes were on her again, and she became uneasy. How they looked at her, what the heck? She tried to ignore them, calmly asking Thelonious to repeat his question.

"I said," Gently repeating his question, "Who of the prisoners at the sky box do we send? We have more than a hundred."

"Oh... Yeah." She mumbled as she quickly looked down at her tablet. Giving it to the councilor to her right she began. "I have made a list. Not that I feel some should die while others should not, but because I have tried to incorporate the strong and the smart, allowing the kids to have the best chance to survive." The others nodded their approvals before looking at the tablet as it was being passed around. "I have brought their files in if you do not agree with me on some and think you know a better choice."

Some of the councilors started to sift through the files while others watched thoughtfully. Kane had the tablet now, and she couldn't help but notice his eyes widen for a split second as he was scrolling through the names. His eyes flickered up to meet hers, briefly looking at her with a raised eyebrow accompanied with a disbelieving look. He straightened and finished reading before passing it on but he did not remove his eyes from her for the rest of the meeting. Every time Abby looked at Kane, he was looking back at her, studying her. She felt really uncomfortable about it but she would never admit that. Multiple times she attempted to read his expression or his body language, but he guarded himself like a rock. She even tried to stare at him with irritation so he would look away, but that only managed to raise an amused twinkle in his eyes. Looking around she concluded that everyone was done reading names and sifting so she started to pile the files back up, right in front of her. Nobody knew that she was doing that on purpose, all but Kane. She could of swore she heard him chuckle before she blocked his view with the stack of files. She found that her lips had curled into a small smile, why was she smiling? Shaking her head, she wiped the smile off her face.

"Any objections?" She looked around to everybody shaking their heads 'no'. Nodding, she turned to Thelonious, signaling for him to wrap up the meeting. He did so, and instead of feeling a little accomplished, Abby was a little guilty. She was sending a hundred kids to the ground... One hundred lives to be monitored through wristbands either until they came down and took them off, or until the kids were dead. She shuddered at the thought and snapped back to reality, hoping no one saw her. Everyone began to file out of the room, all except Kane and Thelonious. They momentarily looked at each other before returning their gaze towards Abby, who at the moment was beginning to stand, noticing her small audience.

"Well let's not have everybody talk at once." She said sarcastically, trying to break the tension in the room.

Thelonious was about to say something to ease the conversation towards his question when Kane beat him to it.

"Why was Clarke's name on that list, Abby?" He said rather bluntly as he raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms.

Abby's hands fidgeted, and when not finding the right words she sighed heavily and sat down, her brow furrowing and her gaze lowering. After a few minutes the intercom broke the heavy silence and said that Jaha was needed in the control room. Lovely, Abby thought, Just Abby and Kane... This should be good. He said he would catch up later before walking out the door. Repeating his question, Kane came over and sat next to her. She decided it was easier to be angry at him than to talk to him as if they were friends.

"I wouldn't think you'd even care." She said sourly, turned her head away from him.

He sighed, "I don't see why you think that I do not care about anyone. Yes, I have always had a problem with communicating, and yes at times it seems as if I am heartless, but come on Abby, I am not a monster."

She couldn't help it as a single tear rolled down her cheek, "You are to me." She whispered in a broken voice.

Kane began to say something but thought better of it, deciding that she was in a delicate stage as it was. He hesitated for a second, but he did it anyways. Abby tensed as his hand softly grazed her hand, she looked over as it moved towards her face and softly pushed a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. He then brushed the tear off her face. Abby had no idea what she was letting him do, she was shocked at him and more importantly herself. Suddenly, as quickly as he did that, she felt something in her, as if she remembered a long lost memory... She did. She remembered that little boy that had comforted her through her troubles, that little boy who had constantly made her laugh, who lit up her life every day. Another small tear slipped past her eyes and she saw his hand begin to react.

"Don't." She warned, as she quickly disposed of the tear herself...

"Abby?" Kane asked tentatively, trying to make her continue.

"Don't do that to me." She said a little more emotionally than she had meant. "Don't act like your that same little boy that came to my parties... That same little boy that held my hand when I was sad." She said all but in a whisper. "That little boy who stole my heart." She was full on crying now. "Because that little boy pushed me away a long time ago, that little boy crushed my heart, and now," She turned her head towards a surprised Kane, "This man has hurt me more than I could care to admit, and this man can not comfort me like he actually cares." Abby tried to offer him a furious glare before she turned her back to him and broke down, not even caring that he was there watching her.

Kane was clueless, she liked him all those years ago? Of course he saw her as a friend, maybe something more that he never admitted to himself. How did he miss it? Abby always came over any chance she got, always enjoying his ridiculous jokes... He loved having her around, she was his hope in an ultimately joyless place. That one night when he sat alone inside his room, crying and bawling... His father had just passed away from a horrible illness and he felt really lonely. Abby came over, using the 'secret passage' as they had called it. She ran to him, hugging him, saying she was so sorry, even crying with him. But Kane was naive, he didn't see the love in her eyes, the sympathy that poured from her heart that night. All he saw was someone to get mad at, someone to blame for his father's untimely demise. He pulled away from her, she still came over, but more times than naught, she left crying... She was persistent, but he was too broken. Soon, she stopped coming, and Kane closed himself off, joining the guard, putting the law before anything and anyone else. But he didn't understand how much he had hurt her, how much he had scarred her heart. Yet, even after all these years, he still found a way to make her life worse... Voting to float Jake, imprisoning Clarke, having constant arguments with Abby just to prove that he was right. He was an idiot, a jerk, making her life insufferable so he could feel accomplished, obedient. Kane wanted to comfort this woman, comfort this girl like he did when he was little.

"Abby. Please." He begged, emotion thick in his words. "I know I messed up. You were always there for me and I let you down... Please." He said once more placing his hand on her shoulder.

This time she didn't pull away, she didn't have any fight left in her. She turned and looked up at him, her eyes were still full of incoming tears, her face a wet mess, but she didn't care. She looked at him with the brokenness in her eyes, the sadness and pain he had caused her. Kane looked back, she could practically touch the sincerity pouring out of him... "I'm sorry." He whispered as he caressed her cheek. Then her hate left her, the fury leaving for the moment. She just crawled into his arms and cried. Kane was rather surprised when she did this, but he was happy that at least she was allowing him to comfort her. Together they sat, Kane slowly rocking her as he mumbled his apologies into her ear.