Okay a quick heads up with an OC we introduce, well we may have borrowed a certain vampire whom is not a vampire but author number two insisted, and thats why i need to stop introducing her to shows.


Time Lapse; Next Morning

There was a loud slam of a door opening as I shot out of bed, my forehead banging the top bunk. Ow… I thought as I absentmindedly rubbed the, most-likely, red spot. I looked towards the door where Jaha was standing with two guards, one of them had a black eye and cut on his lip….it was the one I nearly beat to death. Oh shit….I thought. It was becoming even more awkward the longer I stared at him. I tore my eyes to Jaha again. He smiled a kind smile and gestured for me to follow. I stood, still in my Agents of Shield t-shirt, black jeans, and torn-purple converse. Before I walked through the door to follow behind the chancellor, I looked back into the room. Isabella was nowhere to be seen. A dull panic crept up on me as I turned back to Jaha. Deciding not to say anything that might put me in a bad position, I kept up as he led me to, what I assumed was going to be, the council room.

When we arrived to said room, I noticed there were already two people in there along with five guards. I think they went overboard with the damn guard situation. I became slightly nervous at this point. The woman gestured to the chair, where I assumed they wanted me to sit. As I approached the other side of the large heptagonal table, three of the guards started to move forward while two stayed back. Then I noticed it was Kane, who had a frown plastered on his face, moving the chair out for me to sit. I sat in the chair while Jaha went to sit across the table next to Abby and Kane moved to the spot on the other side of Jaha.

"So, Jessica, it seems we have a lot to talk about." He began.

I nodded. "Yeah, but I'm not speakin' till I get Quackster back."

"Quackster?" he asked in disbelief and confusion.

"Yes. My stuffed duck." I looked around and received blank stares from all around. "It's not like he's going to attack anybody or anything, he is a harmless stuffed duck." Abby smiled and stood.

"I know exactly who you are talking about. I'll go get him." She walked around the table towards the door before disappearing. There was a brief moment of silence before Jaha spoke up.

"Your friend sai-"

"No. I'm not saying anything until Quackster is in my hands." I crossed my arms, glaring at both Jaha and Kane.

"Jessica." Kane started. My glare intensified and focused on him.

"I. Want. My. Duck." I stressed. These guys were not getting anything out of me until Quackster was in my possession. I would have beaten the crap out of Kane if that's what it took. Lucky for him, Abby had just walked through cradling Quackster. I instantly perked up when she gave back my best friend. I snuggled with him bouncing up and down in my seat while Kane and Jaha looked at me wide-eyed and Abby smiled with delight. "Okay, what do you wanna know?" I asked gleefully.

"Um…well…first of all, were did you come from?" Jaha asked, still eying me like I was the cutest mutation he's ever seen.

"Well, what did my friend tell you? By the way…where is she?" I asked suspiciously.

"This isn't her int-" Kane began, but was cut off by Abby.

"She's in the infirmary with my daughter, Clarke." She explained. My eyes went wide.

"…What did she do this time?" I was afraid to know the answer.

"Don't worry, she's perfectly alright. She's just hanging out with Clarke for now." Jaha added with a smile. I nodded.

"Well, to be honest, we're from New England." I decided to play along and not know that we were in the goddamn future.

"New England?" Jaha asked, confused. "Is that a station we haven't heard of?"

"Station? Oh yeah this is space!" I exclaimed just then remembering where I was.

"Um, yes." Jaha replied, slightly confused. "Damon." He called to one of the guards. The one I beat the crap out of stepped forward. "Check the database for anything…New England." He commanded.

"Yes, sir." He nodded and walked away.

"Why are you here?" Kane asked, a little stiffly. I hesitated.

"I'm not sure…one minute I was in my dorm and the next I was staring into space." I shrugged. "…Space…"

"Okay….now what do you like to do in your spare time?" Abby asked.

"I like to swim, read, swim, draw, swim, fight….oh, and swim." I dragged out.

"Swim?" Jaha was obviously confused, whereas Kane was slightly disturbed; probably by the fact I just said 'swim' four times in the same sentence. Abby also seemed to be confused.

"Yeah it's when you….oh…." The realization finally dawned on me that they probably didn't even know how to swim. Their expressions urged me to go on but I refused to even try to explain it.

"Okay, now you said you like to fight?" Jaha asked cautiously.

"Yup." I replied.

"How did you learn to fight?" He pushed.

"I used to be a martial arts student. I'm a black belt now and teach….or taught at the school." I explained.

At that point, Damon came back and gave Jaha a tablet. He read through it, all the while asking me more questions. I was getting exhausted just from answering.

"It's surprising." Jaha commented.

"What?" I asked.

"You knocked out ten of my men, also beating the crap out of one of my best. There's no way you are just a martial arts student." Kane ranted, obviously upset.

"Teacher." I corrected, giving him an agitated look. "I'm a teacher. Not a student." Realizing his mistake, he sat back down, having also stood up getting caught up in his rant. Once he was sitting, I continued to explain. "I've also spent a few semesters abroad training with the military." Throughout that sentence, I never broke eye contact with Kane, glaring at him the whole time. He also never stopped eying Quackster and me. I took notice that he was eyeing Quackster. "Do you have a problem with Quackster?"

"N-"

Jaha interrupted "Your duck is very adorable, now, if you don't mind; would you consider yourself a threat?"

"Wow, blunt much?" I said sarcastically, trying not to roll my eyes. "That was a heat of the moment thing and I apologize about…well sorry Damon, for your face, I'm sure normally, it'd look fantastic. I shouldn't be a threat unless if it means my life is in danger. Happy?" Most of the tension dropped after my answer. I looked at Damon and he gave a short nod, indicating he understood. Hopefully.

"Well, I suppose that's it for now. Damon will lead you back to your cell until we decide what you will be doing for this community. We will see you shortly." Jaha gave a head bow as Damon walked towards me.

I groaned on the inside. Why does it have to be the one I nearly killed? I pleaded in my thoughts. I wanted to apologize again, though I knew that would have been going overboard a little. The walk to the cell was silent. It was also awkward. He never said a single word, which made it that much worse. I decided to take advantage of this opportunity and think of ways to get Abby and Kane together. Or at least, eventually. It was a short distance, at least that's what it felt like once we reached the cell. He opened the door with his keycard, closing it as I plopped onto my bed. I noticed that Belle was still not there, so I glanced down at a sad-looking Quackster. I know, I'm bored too. I thought back. Since there was nothing else to do, I hugged him and laid down, falling into a light slumber.


I opened my eyes to the sound of a door opening and closing. A coldness touched my arm as I looked over to see Abby on the ladder. She mouthed a 'morning' probably trying not to wake Jess. I nodded in reply as she motioned for me to follow her. I slid off the bed, still sporting my Pokémon sweater, ripped jean shorts, ripped black tights, and thigh-high black converse. She sauntered out the door and I followed suit. I didn't bother to question her when we were walking towards the council room, though I was slightly nervous as the guard walked behind me. He had a bruised eye and a cut lip, though very handsome. The walk was longer last time, though it only felt like minutes because I was already in the council room. It was the same set up as last time; three guards – now including the one behind me. At the table, Jaha sat in the middle, Abby next to him, and Kane on the other side. Jaha smiled and welcomed me to sit in the same chair as last night.

"So, Isabella, we have come to a decision." Jaha began. My breath hitched at the serious tone he was carrying. They're going to float me, I just know it! I thought as my heart raced faster. I crossed my fingers underneath the table.

"You will be working in the medical department under my direct supervision. My daughter, Clarke will be there to teach you what you need to know. You will study the works of the medical center and other such duties." Abby finished with an excited smile. I couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at Abby and Jaha. Kane had a scowl evident in his pale features.

"What…?" They were allowing me to stay. Jaha chuckled at my reaction.

"You're lucky, too. Abby vouched for you to be Clarke's assistant so you wouldn't have to…do anything too difficult." He explained. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

Abby stood, gesturing me to follow her once again. I thanked them at least twice or three times as I lightly skipped out the door, a grin making its way onto my features. As I followed behind her towards the infirmary, she explained to me the rules of the Ark. She had also begun to ask me personal questions, adding in that I didn't have to answer if I didn't want to.

"You said you like to write novels? What genre do you write?" She asked kindly. I just barely noticed that there were no guards with us.

"Yes." I replied as monotonous as possible. "I like to write about adventures and romances."

"That's wonderful, I love genres like that, though I hardly have the time to think about them considering I'm a member of the council and a medic also." She stated, the sadness in her voice completely uncloaked. I gave a 'hn' as a confirmation I had heard her. "You're a shy one aren't you?" She asked, obviously amused. I nearly stopped short. Am I that obvious? I asked myself.

"I guess so…" I replied half-heartedly. I heard a chuckle as I watched her dirty-blonde hair bob up and down as she walked. Another few agonizing minutes later, we finally arrived at the infirmary.

"Clarke." The older woman called out to a blonde young girl. The teen looked up from her patient; a young boy with a scrape on his knee – all fixed by the time she came over to us. She looked at me, a brightness shining in her blue-green eyes. "Clarke, this is Isabella. She will be working with you from today on as your assistant. You will teach her everything she needs to know to work in the med department. Understood?" Clarke's eyes shone brighter with every word her mother was spewing out.

"Yes, I understand." She gave a quick nod and pulled me away. Apparently her shift was over so she took me to the library…which was on the other side of the station. The whole way to the library, she explained how badly she wanted a female friend around the department. "Sure, I've got Wells, but I can't talk to him like girls should be talking with their best friends, you know? I'm so glad I won't be the only teenager in that infirmary, also. Anyway, how old are you?" She asked, still pulling on my wrist.

"I'm, uh, seventeen." I replied. She suddenly stopped.

"When is your birthday?" She spun around, wide-eyed at my answer.

"Late…December…" I trailed off, unsure of what she was to say next.

"So we're both Capricorns!?" Her excitement just kept climbing.

"I guess so…." I replied, laughing nervously. I wonder what Jess is doing


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