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Marcus Kane
 Posted: Jan 8 2018, 04:15 PM
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Six months. They had sixth months until the end of the world. The end of the world for a second time. It seemed woefully ironic that after everything they'd done to bring their people back to earth, to keep them alive, that they were yet again faced with an apocalypse as their ancestors before them. But this time there was no Ark to save them. They wouldn't be returning to space, there weren't the resources for that. They were earthbound and if they couldn't find a safe place to ride out the impending radioactive fallout then their people, the grounders, the entire human race was in danger of extinction. It was exactly what they were trying to stop from the start and now they didn't have any time to spare. The countdown had already begun.

A team had been sent to the fallout shelter that could be their saving grace and while Marcus hoped that it would be a solution to their problem, he'd never been much of an optimist. He knew better than to put the survival of their people on the hope that an old bunker built long before his time would be up to par. And even if it was there was the matter of resources that would last them through the radiation. They were looking for other solutions as well and in the mean time there was still peace to be made and maintained between themselves and the other clans. If they were going to survive, they needed to last the next sixth months at the very least.

It hadn't been long since the city of light had fallen but Marcus couldn't help his mind drifting back to it in spite of what needed to be done. He needed to focus. It was difficult to when he was drawn back to it every time he closed his eyes, in his sleep- or what little of it he was getting. The pain lancing through him where he hung on that cross. Watching Abby place that gun against her own head. The blissful release of the chip. He'd felt nothing. No pain, no sympathy, no happiness or sorrow. He'd been numb and he'd enjoyed it, the escape. He could still remember it all. Fighting his own people, shooting to kill. There was no remorse, nothing whatsoever as he'd pursued a single-minded goal. Stop them. Forcing his way through their barricade. His hands around Bellamy's throat.

And when he'd been released from it, everything had hit him at once. Pain. Physical, mental. He'd let go of Bellamy but the realization of what he'd done suddenly registered. Guilt. An overwhelming amount of emotion, as though everything that the chip had blocked in the hours since he'd taken it was all flooding through him at once. He had taken the comfort Abby had provided without thought and pulled himself together because he'd had to. There were others struggling, reeling from the experience, and his people had needed him. He hadn't quite worked through all of it for himself yet. Ignoring it seemed to be the better option at present.

The latest return trip from Polis had left him weary, though he found himself exhausted more often than not these days. He'd not even had time to recover from his latest injuries after ALIE had been taken care of. But there are more important things to consider than aches and pains and he'd been working through it in spite of Abby's concerns. His wrists were healing but not quickly enough and he'd been tending to them himself for the most part, not wanting to worry her. Once again he found himself in the infirmary to change his bandages. He peeled off the dirty ones carefully and cleaned his wounds as he'd been instructed, jaw clenched through the pain.

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Eric Jackson
 Posted: Jan 10 2018, 10:44 AM
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Jackson was a failure. He had let them get to him, let them convince him that the City of Light was a good thing; let them think that his pain was bad enough that he had to make it disappear. So he'd taken the chip, forgot everything, lost himself, and he hadn't even realized it. Not until the City of Light was destroyed. Jackson hated himself for the things he had down while under ALIE's influence. He had been willing to let Raven die. While they were still in Polis, he had refused to allow himself to break apart - people needed help, and he could do that. There were so many wounded. Jackson tried to focus on the memory of his mother, the person he couldn't help. Now he could remember her; now he could remember why he had decided to become a doctor in the first place. It fueled him, pushed him harder and harder, and he worked non-stop until everyone who needed help - who would accept the help of a Sky person - was helped.

Then he came home - as much a home as they had on the ground, anyways.

The last time he'd been in Arkadia, he'd been under the influence of the chip. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat anytime the memory stirred, pushed it down as deep as it would go. He wasn't ready to deal with it. Not yet. Each day, it got a little easier. Jackson was still broken, though; he knew he had failed his mother, even if she wasn't here to know about it. He had put himself, his own pain, above everyone else, and he'd taken the damn chip. The decision gnawed away at him, and he couldn't help but to wonder if it would ever stop, if the regret would ever go away. It didn't feel like it.

With a long, heaving sigh, Jackson moved through the corridors of what had once been Alpha station. Now it was Arkadia, now it was home to everyone who had survived the crash to Earth. At least, everyone they'd managed to find. Jackson looked down at the list in his hand; he needed to check on their supplies, take an inventory of what remained. They were going to need to start rationing - they probably didn't even have enough to last another year, let alone a few months without rationing. With any luck, they'd have enough chemists to begin fabricating medicines from what they could find on the ground. Since when had they ever been lucky, though? Another sigh passed his lips as he walked through the doorway into medical. He'd expected it to be empty, but as he pulled his gaze away from the list in his hand, his eyes settled on the form of Marcus Kane.

After a fraction of a second of surprise, Jackson realized the man was changing his own bandages. Hurriedly, he set down his list on the nearest surface. "Let me," he offered, his voice calm, reassuring. He reached out to take the materials from the other man's hands, his movements cautious. "How are you feeling?" The question was perhaps only a fraction more friendly than clinical - Jackson had only just started warming up to the idea that Kane was actually good for Abby. He was more than a little protective of her, even though she didn't need it. Abby was the closest Jackson had to family anymore, and he wasn't going to lose her; nor was he going to sit by and watch her get hurt if he could do something to stop it.

Finishing cleaning one wrist, Jackson moved on to the other, his touch gentle. He'd been doing this for several years now, and liked to think he was rather a good doctor. When his judgement wasn't flawed by selfishness, anyways. "You've been doing an excellent job of keeping these clean," Jackson remarked by way of conversation, not really sure what else he could talk about without stumbling over his own words. "They should be healed in no time."

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Marcus Kane
 Posted: Jan 11 2018, 01:24 AM
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When Marcus heard footsteps behind him he turned quickly, relaxing just a bit when he recognized Jackson. He wasn't sure why he was so concerned about Abby finding him like this. It wasn't as though he was doing something wrong, not really. She kept a close eye on his wounds anyway. But whenever she treated him, he held back. There was something ingrained in him, the need to not show weakness in front of others and especially in front of Abby. Something his father had instilled in him from a young age. Pain was weakness and weakness could quickly get you killed.

"It's alright, I'm-" But the young man was already commandeering the bandages and Marcus sighed, allowing him to. Jackson would likely to a better job of wrapping his wrists back up anyway. Doing the job one handed, he'd found, wasn't incredibly easy. Especially when the hands he was using were injured. And then Abby couldn't chastise him for tending to his wounds by himself instead of going to her. She was busy enough. They both were. He didn't see much point in bothering her for something so simple when he could handle it.

Marcus clenched his jaw, brow furrowing slightly as Jackson continued cleaning out his wounds. It stung to high hell but he was well used to the feeling at this point. Well, as used to it as he could get. "I feel fine." Tired, certainly, but that was par for the course. He wasn't sure any of them had gotten a good night's rest since even before they'd hit the ground. He knew he certainly hadn't. Not since before the culling. Exhaustion had just become another part of his daily existence though, perhaps, it had been a bit worse since the City of Light.

"Well, Abby wouldn't allow any different." Marcus offered the other man a small smile. She was certainly on top of him, as she was with all her patients. She was as a good a doctor as she had been a Chancellor, just one of the many reason he loved her. And wasn't that a novel thought? Love. He loved her. It had been such a long time since he'd been in a relationship, longer since he'd actually felt so deeply for another person. But there was no mistaking it.

He knew Jackson and Abby were close. She'd been a mentor to the young man, still was. He saw the way that he followed her around. Marcus had no doubt of his abilities purely because he knew that Abby had taught him. They hadn't spent a great deal of time together but he was curious to get to know him a bit. He was certainly important to Abby and Abby was important to him. "How have you been holding up?" He knew the man had taken the chip but then, a great deal of them had either under duress or because they were in pain. He could hardly judge anyone for accepting it after everything that their people had gone through. But he also knew what it felt like, knowing what you'd done under the influence of it.

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 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 02:07 PM
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"Just fine," Jackson asked, one eyebrow shifting upwards curiously as he kept his gaze intently focused on the task of cleaning Kane's wounds. The doctor found it far easier to have a conversation when he wasn't actually looking at the person. Otherwise, he might find himself at a loss for words - or worse, stumbling over them like a fool. At least it was easy to talk about someone's health, their injuries. Being a doctor was easy; talking to people about anything else was not. For a brief moment, just a fraction of a second, Jackson let his gaze flick up to Kane's face, away from the wounds. Somehow, he doubted that any of them were actually even close to "fine." After all that had happened with the City of Light... Even Jackson felt more like a shell of a person now than ever before, he couldn't imagine what it might be like for Kane - all that guilt, all that remorse.

The older man's words brought a ghost of a smile to Jackson's face. "No, she wouldn't," he agreed, his tone far lighter than it had been as of yet. Abby meant the world to Jackson, and the fact that he had had a hand in forcing her to take the chip... it broke him far more than anything else. She was the one person who had always been there for him since his mother's death, and he had betrayed her. Jackson hoped that Abby could forgive him. Really forgive him, not just say she had and pretend like nothing had happened, a wound deep inside still festering with resentment. Jackson couldn't handle a world in which Abby hated him. Again, his eyes flicked up to the other man's face - a habit of kindness grown from working as a doctor, ensuring his patient was still doing alright. Kane didn't look like he was in pain - at least not enough to really show on his face. The way the man's jaw was clenched, Jackson could only assume there was some discomfort, but that was to be expected. Especially with injuries like these. "Have you seen her?" The question almost sounded weak coming from Jackson's lips. He was worried about her - wasn't he always? - but he didn't want to burden her with his concern.

Kane's question took Jackson by surprise. His hands paused, ceasing their work, for a moment or two as he swallowed hard. Exhaling slowly, Jackson licked his lips as he started his task once more. As he finished cleaning one wound, he reached for the bandage to wrap Kane's wrist, his touch remaining gentle. "Better," he admitted quietly, reluctantly. Jackson was afraid to admit how different he felt now, how changed he had been by the recent events. He swallowed against the lump that was forming in this throat. "I, um," he started, then stopped. Jackson didn't know how to talk about it. He didn't want to admit that he had been weak, that he was a failure. He didn't want to admit that he was terrified of what was coming next, or that he really wasn't holding it all together quite as well as he wished he was. He didn't want to admit that sometimes his mind wandered away from his job, away from the most important thing in his life, to think about just one person. Jackson wasn't even sure he could say any of that out loud, especially to someone like Marcus Kane.

Lifting his gaze to the other man's face, Jackson felt his brow crease slightly, a frown on his lips. The man standing in front of him was courageous, resilient, brave. Jackson was none of those things, of that, he was sure. "I'm just glad w-we're going back to...to normal," he ventured. Normal on the ground, though, wasn't anything to be glad for, really. It tended to be rife with danger, death, destruction. "Um, is...is it true?" The question slipped out before Jackson really thought about it - dangerous, of course, and hardly like him at all, but he was worried, and curious, to say the very least. "About... A-about the radiation, I mean...," he elaborated, sure his question hardly made any sense. Jackson had overheard bits and pieces of conversation, but that was all. He tried his best not to listen in, but the tone of Abby's voice was hard to mistake, hard not to listen to.

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