Hello, friends, I have come back from the war! I am full of The 100 feels lately so you get the fruits of a very cracky talk I had with Akachankami regarding jealousy and Jaha. This is taking place post S4 in the bunker, it's mostly a mix of fluff and crack so… don't take it too seriously!

Doomed

Marcus was laughing so hard tears were pooling in his eyes.

He had been laughing for almost ten minutes straight by that point and Abby was starting to get concerned about possible strokes. It was hard to blame him for it though. She had had troubles controlling her own chuckles when she had told him the story the first time and, if she had been shaking her head at him all the while when she had repeated it for the second time, her lips had still been twitching with the smile she was fighting.

"Tell me again." he demanded between two gasps of breath. "What did he say?"

"That I shouldn't feel bad that our relationship didn't work out because it was doomed from the start." she said, her amusement clouded with a touch of irritation. If it hadn't been so ridiculous, she might have been angrier with Jaha.

"Doomed." Marcus chuckled, wiping his eyes.

She wasn't even surprised when he flopped on his back on their bed and covered his face with his hands, lost to his hilarity.

She perched herself on the table that doubled as a desk, careful not to disturb the files and papers they both left lying around, and folded her arms across her chest, watching him with her head tilted to the side. It was good to see him like that, she decided, and, to be honest, it was good to laugh so much. In the three months since the bunker doors had closed, there hadn't been a lot of fun to have around – which might explain why they were both finding the situation so hysterical, it was nerves.

Still…

Jaha making an ass of himself was amusing.

"I can't believe he finally made a move on you." Marcus insisted, calming down enough to lift his head and look at her. "Do you know how long he's been staring at you when he thinks nobody's watching him? It used to creep me out."

"And now?" she challenged.

A soft smile stretched his lips and he gave her a tiny shrug. "Now you're with me so I just feel sorry for him."

He wasn't even jealous and she didn't know if she was pleased or annoyed by that. Pleased, she supposed, because he had no reason to be and she would have hated it if he had made a scene about something she hadn't even asked for in the first place. Annoyed because… Well, it was good to be desired, probably.

"Don't be so confident." she teased. "Apparently, we're doomed."

The word, so ridiculous to apply to their relationship given everything their people had been through, sent him back into guffaws and she shook her head at him, no longer fighting her own smile, watching his chest spasm on that bed with every new round of laughter.

"You know, I should really be mad at him…" he said after a few seconds, his voice still unsteady from all the laughing. "What kind of man tries to steal his friend's partner right after they broke up?"

"We didn't break up." she reminded him. "We just had a fight in front of the whole bunker for the fifth time in a week."

Making sure the bunker had a system that would work for five years and keeping to it was complicated. In a lot of ways, it felt like being back on the Ark and the limitation on the amount of meds doctors and healers were allowed to give to one person was part of the new regulations they were trying to implement.

She had been fighting him tooth and nails about those numbers and it had resulted in several explosive arguments, two of which had been in the dining hall, two in the corridors and, finally, that morning, right in front of the main office – Octavia's office – on the metal walkway that overlooked the gathering room.

He had been right and she had known it, which had only infuriated her even more so she had eventually stormed off after calling him a jerk – shouting at him that he was a jerk, really – and swearing for everyone to hear that she was done with him – like old times, as Jackson had teased later on in Medical. What she had meant, though, was that she was done talking to him about it, not that she was done with him.

They tried – and often failed – to keep the bunker's problems outside of their room, to make the distinction between Chancellor/Octavia's advisor and Head of Medical and Marcus and Abby. They might be on opposite sides of policies again out there but they were very much on the same page when it came to their relationship.

Her words and the numerous arguments must have been misinterpreted though because, later that day, she had found herself cornered in the stockroom where she had been making another quick inventory – just to make sure one last time she couldn't pull the numbers Marcus demanded to be convinced. Jaha had always been a sort of mentor when it came to politics, she had respected him as a Chancellor, and he had always been a close family friend. Did she have a hint that he had some interest in her? Yes. Was she ready for him to offer himself as a shoulder to cry on about her break up with Marcus? Not really. Especially when he had suggested maybe they could try something before she could set the record straight. That was Thelonious' problem. He talked, certain he was right, and rarely paused to listen.

"We had a disagreement." he corrected.

"I called you a jerk. I'm pretty sure that qualifies as a fight." she snorted.

"You called me a jerk across the Council's table a dozen times and I always called that disagreements." he pointed out, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"How politically correct of you." she deadpanned, amused despite herself.

He grinned and outstretched a hand in an invitation she was only too happy to accept. It had been a long day and, as far as she was concerned, nights were the best part of her everyday life. At least when she didn't have a shift and Marcus wasn't working on something or other.

She straddled his hips and leaned in for a kiss, smiling against his lips when he brushed her braided hair back behind her shoulder.

"Doomed." he whispered ominously and started laughing again.

She rolled her eyes, whacking his shoulder.

"We are going to be doomed if you don't focus on me right now." she warned. "Maybe I should have a date with Jaha after all…"

She yelped in surprise before bursting into laughter when he suddenly flipped them over, just as happy to be trapped under his strong body as she had been to straddle it.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" he joked, his lips retracing the line of her jaw.

"Maybe." she admitted in the middle of chuckles because his beard was tickling her.

She ran her fingers in his hair with a soft sigh, giving herself completely to what his mouth was doing on her neck. Really, she didn't know how Jaha could be confused about what was going on between the two of them when she had been walking around with a hickey on the collarbone regularly poking out of her shirt when she moved.

"I'm not." he breathed out, slipping his hand under her shirt, prompting her to arch her back to push her breast into his hand. "I trust you. I trust us." He drew back long enough to slip his own shirt over his head, mirth dancing in his eye. "Doomed as we are."

She couldn't help herself. She laughed again, remembering the exact know-it-all tone in which Thelonious had said that, and distractedly ran her palm over the familiar planes of his torso.

"Doomed as we are, I would still pick you." she promised.

"Which is why I'm not really jealous of a guy who thinks we're breaking up because you called me a jerk." he snorted. "As if you never called me worse in front of him."

"Well…" she drawled out innocently. "I believe that when you're behaving like an ass, someone should let you know, Chancellor Kane."

"I see. You're only doing your civic duty." he mocked.

"Exactly." she grinned, unbuckling his belt. "I did vote for you after all."

"I should make sure you're satisfied, then." he teased, his own fingers fumbling with her pants. "It's important for me to satisfy my people, you know."

Laughter boomed again when he pulled them off her in one swift move that would have been more impressive if he had remembered to take her boots off first.

Doomed indeed.

But in the best sweetest way.