Abby lay there in her bed late that night. She had been there on her back for about an hour now. Her head was throbbing but she had no desire to go down to Medical and get something. The rest of the day had dragged by slowly, without Marcus she felt empty. It was like she had nothing to do if he was not there by her side. That would be exactly the way she would feel if he went on this rescue mission in the morning. She knew he had been training with his guards all afternoon, so clearly she had not gotten through to him.

Stubborn jackass.

Did he really think he would be safe out there? The Grounders were dangerous, more dangerous than anything they had faced on the Ark. Abby put her hand on her forehead and let out a small groan. She needed to get to sleep if she was going to have the energy to stop Marcus in the morning. She made him think she did not care but she did. She had thought that cutting him off from her would be enough to make him stay but it was not. The next part of her plan involved her acting like something was wrong with the baby, that would make him stay. It was a little extreme even for her, but she could not have two orphaned children. At this rate, she thought, she might not have to fake an illness. Either way he would believe her, after all she was the Doctor. Sitting up her hand went to her head again, it was getting worse. Abby wasn't one who got sick often but when she did it was not pleasant. Last time she had been under the weather was on the Ark a few weeks into her complicated relationship with Marcus. It had been the first time she had ever seen him care. He had let her stay in his quarters and even made her dinner. He held her when she was cold and rocked her to sleep when she was tired. It was the best two days Abby had had in a while. But now she was back in her own dark quarters alone and in pain. If only she didn't have to prove a point. Then she would be down the hall in a heartbeat.

Abby managed to get out of bed and tug on her boots before opening the door. The light in the hallway stung her eyes and she almost turned back but she needed this headache to go away. Slowly she made her way to Medical careful not to run into anyone. The room was empty and she let out a sigh of relief. Making her way to the cabinet with the medication Abby remembered her conversation with Marcus in that same room hours earlier. Was she too harsh? No, he needed to think of his family now. He was not on his own anymore he had her and the baby he needed to put first. Scanning the bottles she located the one she needed and grabbed it slamming the door a little too loud. The door to the room opened and she didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"2:00 in the morning Abby." Marcus' voice filled the empty room.

"I'm well aware of the time Marcus." She snapped turning to face him.

Marcus took in the sight of her, standing there in her boots and blue jeans with his shirt on. Her hair was messy, the way he liked it, and her eyes had dark circles under them.

"You haven't slept have you?" He asked his voice a bit softer.

"Headache." She admitted holding up the bottle of pills.

"You don't need that, come on." He held out his hand.

"What's the point of me feeling better if you're not going to live to see it."

"Abby, I'm not going to die."

"So you can predict the future now?"

"You're unbelievable you know that?"

"You've called me worse in the past."

Marcus grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the room. Abby struggled to keep up but had no energy to fight him. They reached his quarters within seconds and he lightly pushed her inside. Marcus closed the door, "Sit." He told her.

"No this is ridiculous why are we here?" Abby questioned throwing her hands in the air.

"Because did you really think we could continue this conversation in public?" Marcus asked putting the tea kettle on the stove.

Damn it he was making her tea. She loved his tea.

"No one was even around." She said sitting on the couch.

"Trust me, there were probably some nosey teens around the corner." Marcus mused as he glanced from her to the kettle.

"Send someone else." Abby blurred.

"Abby, we've been over this." He said sitting next to her.

"Send someone else. Knowing Clarke they're probably on their way to find us." Abby said trying to be optimistic.

"That's enough" he pulled her into his lap "you need rest."

Abby fought at first but his touch was so gentle and warm she had no choice but to melt into his body.

"This is not where I should be." She hissed trying to convince the both of them she was still upset with him.

"And where should you be? Back in your bed suffering?" He asked lifting her chin so their eyes met.

Abby blinked, "Yes." She was not backing down.

"You mean where you were all alone suffering in a dark cold room with a headache from hell?" Marcus asked gently laying her back on the couch.

"Oh I'm going to give you a headache from hell if you don't knock it off." She spat looking up at him.

He knew she was only disagreeing for her own personal amusement.

"Trust me, I don't think you will." He slowly bent to kiss her. Their lips met, soft and gentle against each other. She realized how much she had missed him that day when her hands began to tug at his shirt.

Marcus pulled away just as the tea kettle began to go off. "I'll be right back."

Abby lay there watching as he poured her a small cup of hot tea.

"Can I have some sugar?" She asked already knowing the answer.

"No, that will just make things worse." He replied handing her the cup.

She took it gingerly and slowly sipped the warm liquid. It was wonderful, warming every inch of her chilled body within seconds.

"Good?" He asked watching her closely.

She nodded.

"Now let's get you back to bed." He said turning toward the door.

"Marcus"

He looked back at her.

"Can I stay?"

He smiled slightly, not wanting to show her how happy she had just made him. There was nothing he enjoyed more than a sick and extremely clingy Abby Griffin in his bed.

"Well, I mean I suppose you can."

"Haha very funny." She said standing up placing the empty cup on the counter of the tiny kitchen. Maybe if she kept him up long enough he would be too tired to go in the morning.

Marcus watched as she took off her boots and her jeans, placing them neatly at the end of the bed. She crawled under the covers wearing his shirt and rested her head on the pillow. Abby Griffin in his bed was something he still was not quite used to.

"This is starting to feel just like my bed." She said sarcastically, her eyes popping open to glare at him.

"I have to clean up the mess you made of my kitchen." He laughed putting her empty cup into the sink.

"Leave it I'll do it in the morning." She groaned.

This was her vulnerable side, the side he loved the most but rarely got to see. He wondered if she was ever this way with her husband? He knew she loved him once upon a time and how now she wore his ring around her neck. But was she ever really herself around him. He decided to shake all thoughts of Jake Griffin from his mind as he made his way to the bed.

"Do you need anything else before I retire for the night?" He asked hovering above her.

Abby lay there looking up at him. His face was soft and kind, an expression only she had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

"A partner for the night would be nice." She replied.

"You don't stop with the sarcasm do you?" He asked crawling into the bed with her.

"No I'm afraid I don't." She replied as her head found its way to his chest.

He stroked her hair gently as he listened to her breathing steady. An hour ago he had been in this same room fighting with the idea of going to her quarters and reasoning with her. He needed to go on that rescue mission. He needed to be the one to bring back her daughter. It had to be him. He needed to be her hero.

"Marcus." Abby whispered.

"Hmmm?"

"Don't go."

Without thinking he replied, "Okay." and continued to stroke her hair until she fell into a deep sleep.