"We have to find hope somewhere." — Lincoln, "Wanheda: Part 2"
"He's come a long way." Abby turned to Lincoln and smiled at him before looking back at Benja who was handing out water and medicine to the flu patients. "It's hard to believe it's only been four days since Kane found him."
Abby nodded. "And we weren't here for half of that time."
"The boy has a good judge of character," Lincoln said with a smile. "He knew who to trust while you were gone."
Abby let out a quiet laugh and sat down at the end of his bed. "I'm guessing he stuck to you and anyone else who spoke his language?"
Lincoln nodded. After a few moments, he asked, "How's Kane doing?"
She sighed and stared at the floor. "Not good, he won't talk about it."
"Did you really expect him to?" He asked, sitting up as best he could. She glanced at his shoulder and stood to check on its healing progress. She unravelled the bandages as she shook her head. Lincoln said, "He's strong, Abby. He'll get through this. So will you."
She smiled sadly and said, "I hope you're right." She pulled back the bandage and looked at the bullet wound. "You can go if you want. Just keep this covered and try not to move it too much."
He nodded and let her re-dress the wound before he climbed out of bed. He placed his hand on her shoulder, "Ste yuj, Abi. | Be strong, Abby."
Lincoln passed Monty and Raven in the doorway on his way out. Abby rushed over to them as Monty helped Raven onto a cot. "What happened?"
"It's my hip," Raven wheezed out.
"When did the pain start?" Abby asked as Monty pulled away and stood at the foot of the cot.
"Act normal," Raven whispered, staring at Abby with tears in her eyes.
"What?" She replied.
"Act like you're checking up on me," Raven said through clenched teeth, writhing in apparent pain.
Abby nodded in understanding — Kent Beley, Mike Bogdanovic, and Shawn Gillmer lay nearby, sweating out their flu. "Stay still." In a lower voice, she asked, "What's going on?"
"This was the only way we could think to see you without drawing attention," Monty whispered, his back to the anti-Grounders. "Everyone's worried, Abby. Miller's dad has been missing for days, same with Albright and Sinclair. And Wick was taken this morning."
"Wick?" Abby asked, absently pressing on certain points of Raven's hip, asking in a normal voice if it hurt there. She kept her eyes on Raven, though she could barely focus on the task at hand.
"He was called to Abbot's office to help with the new irrigation problem, but he never came back to work," Monty said with a small nod. "Guy came to fetch him."
Abby nodded; it seemed like Abbot had the kids doing his dirty work.
"No one knows what to do, Abby. The guards are following Scanlan in Miller's absence, but—"
"Not anymore," Abby said, nodding over her shoulder at Scanlan passed out in a cot. "I'm told there was a training mishap and Scanlan got the worst end of a shock baton. At least that's what Lacroix and Banks told me when they dragged him in here."
"I don't buy it," Raven said, her eyes squeezed shut in pain.
"I don't either," Abby agreed.
"Abby, we need to find out what they are up to," Raven whispered, before grabbing her arm to stop her from touching her hip as she gasped in pain. Abby glanced over Raven's shoulder at the doors just as Lacroix walked through with Banks. They headed for Scanlan.
Abby's voice barely registered as a sound, her mouth opening a fraction of an inch. "I won't have you kids involved. If this goes south, I won't have you paying the price."
"We're helping, Abby. For Kane. We're doing this because it's the right thing." Monty whispered as he steadied Raven who was swaying on the cot. She collapsing into the pillow, her eyes squeezing shut as she cried out. "I've already set up surveillance in Abbot's quarters, Rebecca helped me."
"Rebecca?"
"You should talk to Gwen," Raven whispered as she flinched away from Abby's hands for show.
"Did Marcus clear the surveillance?" She asked as she reached for a bottle of pain medication. She couldn't help but notice the look Raven and Monty shared with each other. She handed the bottle to Raven and whispered, "What aren't you telling me?"
Raven unscrewed the cap as she replied, "No one can find him."
Abby's eyes widened but that was the only reaction she allowed herself as Lacroix walked their way. He stepped up next to Raven's cot and said, "Doctor Griffin, a word?"
She nodded and said, "I can take it from here, Monty. Why don't you get back to work?"
"Just take care of her," Monty said as he gripped Raven's hand. Lacroix watched him leave, his eyes narrowing, before turning back to Abby. Raven leaned back in the pillows, sighing as she acted like the medicine was working. Her eyes drifted shut.
"What did you give her?" Lacroix asked.
Abby took the bottle from Raven's limp hand. "A sedative, for the pain."
He nodded as she turned away and set the bottle down on the table. Abby closed her eyes briefly, thinking, before turning back to him. "What can I do for you, Sergeant?"
"What's the status on the Lieutenant?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"Whoever was on the other end of that baton did a number on him," she said, glancing behind him at the unconscious guard. "He'll be out for a while."
Lacroix nodded. "Perhaps the Council should meet to appoint a new chief guard…for the time being of course."
"And what good would that do?" Abby asked, stepping toward him. She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest. Staring at the man she assumed had taken Marcus from her was causing her blood to boil and it was taking everything in her to not lash out.
"We need to appoint someone to lead, Doctor," he said, glaring at her.
"Take it up with the Chancellor," she said, a challenge in her voice. She wanted him to admit it, to admit what he had done.
Lacroix grinned and said, "He needs his rest, he took quite the beating. I thought I'd ask you instead. You are his second-in-command, are you not?" He leaned toward her, so close she could feel his hot breath on her ear. She didn't dare move though. "Or is that just in the bedroom?"
"Captain Helm is in charge." She said, keeping her voice as steady as possible.
"Yes, ma'am," Lacroix said, a smirk on his face. He looked her over before turning and motioning for Banks to follow him from the room. Once the doors slid shut, Abby walked toward her office and sat down at the desk, putting her face in her hands. The sobs tore through her first, then her whole body was shaking. She couldn't do this, not again, she couldn't imagine him laying somewhere, bloody and gasping for breath.
It wasn't long before she felt his small arms wrap around her. She turned and looked at him through tear-filled eyes. Benja held her, his face close to hers, as he whispered, "Yu ste os. | You're okay."
"What the hell happened while I was gone?" Kane asked, pressing his back against the wall so not to disturb his stitches. "How was Pike released?"
"It was Banks' shift," Miller started, sitting next to him on the bench. "He put something in Denby's canteen, gave him an awful stomach ache. By the time his replacement arrived the door was open, Pike was gone, and Banks was unconscious on the floor. When he came to, Banks said Pike was complaining of pain in his side, he wanted a doctor. He said when he went in to see what was wrong, Pike overpowered him, grabbed his baton, and knocked him over the head with it."
"We get it, David, they're on the same side," Bennett called in a monotone from his spot on the floor. "Banks released him and had Pike knock him out. It's simple."
Miller ignored him and continued, "The three of us were taken when we convened a Council meeting. It was late, we should have waited until morning, but we had to know what was going on. Abbot came with his guards and said we had no place on the Council anymore. They put bags over our heads and dragged us down here."
Kane nodded slowly. "How long have you been here, Wick?"
"A few hours," he said with a frown. "They haven't taken me yet."
"What do you mean?" He asked, looking at the other three in the room. He noticed for the first time the deep bruise surrounding Sinclair's right eye, the outline of a hand on Bennett's neck, and the bruise blossoming on Miller's cheek.
"They ask you questions, rough you up when you don't answer. They want to know what we know about them, what we know about the Grounders." Sinclair said, catching Kane's eye. "You don't want to see the other bruises."
"I think I know what it is like," Kane muttered, running a hand absently over one of his broken ribs.
"No doubt you do," Sinclair said sadly.
"So, how'd the Chancellor end up in here?" Wick asked, leaning against the wall near Kane's bench.
Kane sighed. "I went to remove Abbot from the Council and Lacroix shocked me from behind. There's not much to it."
Wick nodded. It was silent for a few minutes before he said, "I have to ask, what's with the face, man?"
"What?" Kane asked, looking up at him.
"This," Wick said as he ran his hand over his own jawline, his eyes on Kane. "I liked the beard."
Kane rolled his eyes. "I needed a change."
"Hell of a change," Wick said, smirking. Kane knew he could count on Wick to keep the spirit up, even here. If they made it out, he would have to thank the man; he would have to thank a lot of people.
"Who cares about his shaving habits," Bennett said, shooting a glare at Wick. "How the hell are we getting out of here?"
"This coming from the guy who's done nothing but mope the last two days?" Sinclair said, a hard look on his face.
Bennett's nostrils flared and his eyes turned cold. He spat, "Things have changed, haven't they? Our chancellor has been locked up. There's not much hope left is there? This is probably how we die, Sinclair, unless we do something about it."
"Nobody's dying," Wick snapped.
"And how do you know that?" Bennett asked, eyes narrowing at him.
"I have faith in my girl, and Kane's." He smiled. "And the rest of our friends. They'll get us out of this."
"You're putting your life in the hands of a bunch of juvenile delinquents? I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you, Wick," Bennett said, slumping against the wall again.
"Just ignore him," Wick said, turning his back to Bennett. "If he wants to give up, he can give up, but I know Raven won't give up on me. I know Abby won't give up on you, Kane; your son won't give up on you, Miller; your wife won't give up on you, Sinclair. We just have to have hope."
If there was anyone he had faith in, it was Abby Griffin. Wick was right, she would never give up on him, but did she even know he was missing? He knew she would stay in Medical until everything seemed under control and who knew when that would be? He frowned and leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes.
"You okay?" Wick asked, but Kane didn't respond, didn't open his eyes. He heard Wick sigh. He whispered, "I can't have you losing hope too, Kane. What happened to the guy who crawled through a boiling hot maintenance shaft to—"
The harsh scrape of metal on metal sliced through the room and the rest of Wick's sentence died off as Kane's eyes flashed open. There were light footsteps on the floor, coming toward their cell — judging by the looks on the others' faces, this hadn't happened before. A face appeared behind the metal that kept them caged in.
"Octavia," Kane whispered, standing with difficulty to walk to the diagonal bars. "You shouldn't be here."
"Neither should you," she said. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
The smile came on its own, forcing itself onto his face. She didn't see though, she had moved to the keypad, looking it over. She looked at the others in the cell and asked, "Any of you know the code?"
"Would we still be in here if we did?" Sinclair asked, resting his head in his hands.
"Just asking," she said, raising her hands in defense. "I'll have Monty work on it. We have to get you guys out of here."
"What's going on out there?" Miller asked, perking up on the bench.
"Lacroix's in charge of the guard, he took out Helm who Abby appointed to replace Scanlan." She said, walking back to where Kane was. She glanced at him, a frown on her face. "Monty's put surveillance in Abbot's quarters. Rebecca's given us a list of everyone involved with the anti-Grounders."
"And…?" Kane asked, an eyebrow raised.
"It's not good. There are a lot more of them than we thought, Kane." She said quietly. "Lincoln's not safe here, but I can't get him to leave."
"He won't leave, Octavia, you know that. Not when people here need his help."
She nodded and said, "I'll bring Monty down here tonight to try to break open the door."
"It's too dangerous—"
"I'm doing this, Kane, we all are." Octavia said as she turned away. She was halfway down the corridor by the time he called out for her.
"Octavia," Kane whispered, stepping closer to the bars. She turned back to him. "Can you tell Abby something for me?"
She nodded.
He had so many things he wanted to say, but he would save them for Abby herself. He said, "Tell her to get Benja out."
"Anything else?" Octavia asked, an eyebrow raised.
"And not to worry about me."
"Have you met that woman, Kane?" She called quietly over her shoulder as she headed for the vent she had come from. The corner of Kane's mouth pulled up into a smile as he walked back to his seat.
None of them felt like talking after she left, content to sit in silence and think over what she had said. Kane worried over Abbot's next move, about where Pike was hiding. He worried over Abby and Benja's safety, over Octavia and Lincoln's, over the rest of the kids'. Mostly, he worried over Bellamy and what his death would do to him if they didn't get Pike to Polis in time. They had three more days. He couldn't let Bellamy die for his mistakes, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He would accept any beating if it meant that boy was safe.
It wasn't long before the door down the hallway opened and the men stared toward the noise. Footsteps echoed down the hallway and Sinclair muttered, "Here we go again."
"Come on, Kane, let's see what you know." Banks' voice came from behind the door. Sergeant Nelson stood next to him — Kane hadn't expected him to be involved, yet here he was. He looked almost guilty and refused to meet his chancellor's eyes.
Kane started to stand, but Wick placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned to Banks who had opened the door. Wick said, "Does he look like he's up for that? That man's already been through hell, give him a break. Let me go instead."
Banks smiled and said, "If that's what you really want, but you don't know what you are in for."
Wick started for the door, but Kane pushed himself to his feet and hurried after him. He clutched at his ribs, feeling like he was going to pass out from the pain that coursed through his body as he drew in each breath. Somehow, he managed to grasp Wick's arm before he reached the door and pull him back to face him. "I can't let you do this, Wick."
"Kane, look at yourself. Do you really think you can survive any more?" Wick asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him.
"There's no way I'm letting you do this for me," Kane said, glaring at him. He pushed Wick away with a grunt, toward the others at the back of the cell, and walked toward the door. He held out his wrists for Banks and said, "Let's get this over with."
Abby stared at the empty bed for the longest time, at the half-filled glass of water, at the bottle of pain medication. The bed was unmade and, somehow, that was worse for her, worse than him not being there — he always made the bed, every morning without fail. She had gotten so used to seeing it that way, the rumbled blankets were a shock to her system.
Her arms wrapped around herself and she felt a shiver run through her spine. Why did he do something so stupid and reckless as confront Abbot in private? He had to have known the plan wasn't going to work. He should have done it at the next Council meeting or somewhere very public with a lot of witnesses.
"Abi?" She turned and found Benja staring at her from the doorway. "Linkon, Okteivia, en Monti kamp raun hir. | Lincoln, Octavia, and Monty are here."
She nodded and gave the empty bed one last look before walking out into the living room. Monty was walking around with a small device in his hand, sweeping for bugs. Octavia stood from the couch and walked to her. She hugged her tight and whispered, "Gwen's on her way as soon as she can sneak off."
Abby nodded and hugged her back. It was a few minutes before they were given the all clear by the boy. They were all sitting on the couch by then and Monty sat with the others there, Benja in the chair, Abby standing behind him feeling so out of place in her own home.
"I found Kane," Octavia said quietly. Abby's head shot to look at her and she gave the girl a small smile, but it didn't last long. "He's in this lockup with the others. Monty and I are going down there tonight to try and break into the keypad."
Abby shook her head. "You can't, it's too dangerous."
A smile flashed across Octavia's face. "That's what Kane said. He also said that you have to get Benja out."
The boy perked up at the sound of his name and looked back at Abby, a question on his face. She placed her hand on his shoulder, but didn't answer him. Abby looked at Octavia again and asked, "Did he say anything else?"
Octavia and Lincoln looked at each other, something of a private joke on their faces. She said, "For you not to worry about him."
"I want to see him," Abby said, pulling away from Benja and walking around the chair to face her.
"It's dangerous enough for Octavia, Abby," Lincoln said. "If she's too loud in the vents, if anyone hears her…We can't send more people than necessary."
"Then point me in the right direction!" Abby yelled, balling her fists up.
"Abby, I can get Kane out," Monty said quietly. She looked at him and eyebrow raising. He took a deep breath and said, "I just need a little time with the keypad. But, that's the bad part."
"What's so bad about that?" Abby asked. None of them were looking at her at that point and her face fell. "What are they doing to them?"
Octavia sighed before saying, "We'll have to wait until they either take one of them to be questioned or until right after they bring one back. The guards don't check on them often, we'll have time to deal with the keypad then."
"I'm guessing questioning doesn't mean what I think it means," Abby said, her jaw tensing. Octavia shook her head. Abby nodded to herself, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her emotions in check. "I need one of you to go to the radio and tell Indra that we're getting the boy out. He's not safe here, not with Marcus gone."
The three of them nodded. Octavia said, "We'll get him out with the others, Abby. Everything's going to be okay."
They were gone by the time Gwen arrived late that night. She slipped through the door and Abby didn't look up from her spot on the couch. Benja started in the chair, hands tensing on the book Penn had given Kane. Abby whispered absently, "En's ogud. | It's okay."
Benja settled back into the chair and flicked open the book, but kept his eye on Gwen as she sat next to Abby on the couch. She had a pile of paperwork in front of her, trying to get through it, trying to keep her mind off of everything that was happening around camp.
"Keeping busy?" Gwen asked, watching her as her hand scribbled over the paper, handwriting barely legible. She still didn't look up at her and it took Gwen placing her hand over Abby's to make her stop. She looked at her, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. Gwen squeezed her hand and said, "Abby, I'm sorry. He'll be okay."
"Please don't talk about him," she whispered. Gwen pulled her hand away and leaned back against the couch.
"You act like he's only yours, Abby," Gwen said in a voice so quiet, Abby thought for a moment she hadn't said anything at all. Her hand paused on the paper and she looked at the other woman.
Gwen had tears in her eyes as she stared absently at the table in front of them. Her shoulders were slumped, her skin splotchy. Abby never thought about how this was affecting Gwen and Rebecca. They had been in his life a lot longer than she had. Gwen had been with him for five years, Abby had only been with him for four months. They both understood the cost of loving a man like Marcus Kane, a man who always put their people before himself.
"I know he's not just mine," Abby said gently, reaching over and squeezing her shoulder. "I haven't asked you how you're doing."
Gwen blinked at her. "I'm scared, Abby. Rebecca can't lose another father." She frowned. "Not that the first one was much of anything."
Abby pulled her hand away from Gwen's shoulder and took her hand instead. "Filip, right?" She nodded. "I remember him. I patched him up too many times to count on the Ark."
"He liked to fight when he drank and he drank often," Gwen whispered. "He would have been floated long before his time if Marcus hadn't been looking out for us. Marcus was on the guard at the time, not yet on the Council, but he still could cover up Filip's crimes."
Abby's brows furrowed, she didn't want to talk about this with Gwen, but she knew it was the right thing to do. Gwen wasn't in a good place right now — with Abbot and the anti-Grounder resistance — she needed something to distract her. Abby understood that well, the mountain of paperwork on the coffee table a testament to that.
She squeezed Gwen's hand and asked, "Why did Marcus do it?"
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I grew up with him on Mecha. We were neighbors, he was a little older. He would always help me with my Earth Skills homework, which I was dreadful at, because he had already done it years before."
"He was always very good at Earth Skills," Abby commented and Gwen nodded. They were silent for a moment before Abby said, "This was always the dream, coming down here. I guess we never imagined how hard it would be once we made it."
"We weren't supposed to be the ones here, Abby," Gwen reminded her.
She nodded. Silence descended on them, the only noise the occasional flicking of a page as Benja made his way through Penn's book. Abby released Gwen's hand and reached for the paperwork again.
"I noticed you took off your wedding ring," Gwen said, glancing down at Abby's hand. She pulled it away self-consciously. "I never had the courage to. Your husband was a better man than mine and I couldn't let go. I couldn't admit that Kane was the one I wanted then, so the ring stayed on."
"Jake's my past," Abby whispered, running her finger over the spot her ring had been for 20 years. "Marcus is my future."
Gwen smiled and stared at the movement of Abby's finger. "You deserve each other."
"Why do you say that?"
"You've changed him, Abby," she said with a small smile. "When we were together, the Council made him cold. But you've done something to him — I don't know what it is — but he's better for it."
Abby knew no one could change Marcus, not unless he wanted to change. It had to be his decision, he was too stubborn to let anyone do anything he didn't want them to. But she wasn't about to tell Gwen that because it meant that he had not wanted to be a better person when he was with her.
"Did you get the list?" Gwen asked and Abby nodded. She had read over the list Monty had left with her, the one Rebecca had compiled of every anti-Grounder in the camp. Some of the names had surprised her, but she didn't really care who was involved anymore; all that mattered was getting Pike to Polis and getting Bellamy back, they would deal with everyone else after. "What's the plan?"
"The kids are trying to break into the cell right now," Abby said, tapping the pen against the paper.
"And after?"
"We get out of here. We let Pike and Abbot think they're winning, that we've given up. We bring back our Grounder friends and take back this camp from them." She said, eying Gwen's reaction. "You can come with us."
Gwen shook her head. "Someone has to keep you informed on what they're doing."
Abby nodded, feeling a deep wave of gratitude toward her. She owed them nothing, there was no reason she should be doing this, yet Abby trusted her. Abby understood better than anyone why Gwen was doing this — it was all for Rebecca. And there was nothing a mother wouldn't do for her child.
"Abbot's planning something big," Gwen said in a quiet voice. "You should have those kids monitor that bug tonight. I think he's bringing Pike out."
Abby nodded and watched as Gwen pulled away and walked toward the door. She was gone a second later. Abby looked to the paperwork in front of her and tossed the pen down.
"Ai na komba raun. | I will be back." She said quietly to Benja as she walked out the door to tell whichever delinquent she found first to monitor the radio. The boy didn't even look up from his book, used to people leaving him.
An hour later, Abby pulled the pillow toward her, curling her arms around it. She thought her talk with Gwen would make her feel better, but it had done the opposite. Talking about Marcus had caused a pain to erupt in her chest and it hadn't gone away, even when she was talking with Harper and Nate Miller about the bug. It only worsened when they told her that Monty wasn't making any headway with the keypad.
"Abi?" His voice was quiet, but it echoed through the silent room and caused her to jump. She turned in the bed and found Benja standing in the doorway. Even in the darkness of the room, she could see the tears on his face. "Weron Markos kamp raun? | Where's Marcus?"
Despite not knowing the language, he understood what was going on. His face was ashen and he kept licking his lips, an anxious tic if she'd ever seen one. Abby beckoned him to her as she replied, "Em don jak kom oso op. | He was taken from us."
"Em don biyo em nou na bants nodotaim nowe. | He said he wasn't leaving again." He mumbled as he crossed the room to her. She nodded to herself and whispered, "Em nou don bants. | He did not leave."
"Ai ste fir raun. | I'm afraid." He whispered to the floor.
"Miya, Benja | Come here, Benja," Abby said, scooting over in the bed to make room for him. She patted the spot next to her. He looked at her for a moment, the tears falling more freely now, before he climbed onto the bed. Abby pulled the blanket over him and laid back. "Oso na hon em komba raun in, ai swega klin. Ba fos, oso na gaf gonot in hir. | We will get him back, I promise. But first, we need to leave here."
She felt him shift in the bed and his arms were wrapping around her, his body curling against her side. Abby laid there, stunned for a moment, before she hugged him back. He rested his head against her shoulder and whispered, "Ba Markos? | But Marcus?"
"Ai swega em in daun ai na ge yu au. | I promised him I would get you out." She said slowly, hoping he understood. She didn't want to talk about it anymore, she couldn't talk about him. All she could think about was him being beaten again, about them being too late to save Bellamy, about what it would do to him. He cared about Bellamy like he was his own son and she didn't want to think about what it would do to Marcus if they were too late in getting to Polis.
Benja said the words slowly, they were so foreign on his tongue, "May we meet again."
She pulled away from him so she could look at his face. "Weron don yu sen daun in? | Where did you hear that?"
"Marcus," he whispered. Abby pulled him to her again and hugged him tightly, letting the sobs tear through her. Benja wrapped himself around her, holding her with just as much force, letting himself feel his grief too.
"Abby! Abby, wake up!" Her eyes flashed open and she blinked away the sleep. She pulled Benja toward her on reflex as she stared at the figure next to the bed, missing a time when their room was truly private.
"Harper?" She asked, her voice thick with sleep. "What time is it?"
"4:30." She said it like it was a perfectly acceptable time to break into someone's quarters and wake them up. "We have a problem."
"What now?" Abby asked as she pulled away from a still sleeping Benja and climbed out of bed. She should have been embarrassed by how revealing her outfit was, but Harper didn't seem to care either. She reached for a pair of pants to pull on under the long shirt.
"Pike's out," she said, her jaw tense. "Well, he will be. He's in Abbot's quarters, we heard it through the bug. He's going public today, using Kane's beating as an excuse to rile more people to their cause. Gwen was right."
Abby nodded and turned her back to Harper to strip off Marcus' shirt and pull on one of her own. She grabbed her jacket and glanced at the bed, meeting a pair of brown eyes. She knelt next to the bed and touched his arm, whispering, "Yu nou bants hir. Ste daun klir? | You don't leave here. Is that clear?"
Benja nodded frantically and she ran out the door after Harper.
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