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"We'll address the grounders first thing in the morning." Marcus nodded his head, knowing that Bellamy would need to have a firm plan before he started making moves. Unlike Pike who became chancellor and started killing people withing the hour. Speaking of Pike, Bellamy said he would not be giving away the body, and Marcus could under stand that. He didn't know how it would go over, but he was willing to stand by Bellamy and see how it went. "In exchange, we'll release the Grounders." Another solid plan. "Then I will try to get a message for Nyko to meet them at the gates so they can move to his care. Abby can send the medicines . . . . " He didn't know about that. "The medicines that I have been sneaking them." While he trusted Bellamy not to hurt her, he was still going to make sure that everyone knew they were only following his orders so that any stray followers of Pike only came after him.

" . . . I'm going out there tomorrow to find her myself." marcus didn't agree. As chancellor he needed to protect himself better. Loosing two so close together would cause havoc in the city. Marcus refrained from saying anything until the time came. With any luck, the girl would be alive and turned over right away. It would go along way into showing the people--and her brother--that they were more then killers. Not that it would suddenly change Bellamy's mind, but it might help him think more then only see hae.

"And, we need to form a council." Marcus looked surprised for a moment, because they had not had one in so long. "You are going to bring the council back?" He asked, but already knew the answer. It made him proud that Bellamy was trying to fill himself with different minds all around him, rather then how Pike . . . and how he and Abby did, by only filing it with like minds. "I think that is a good idea. It's been too long since he were more democratic rather then autocratic. Not since the crash."

"Don't call me that," Bellamy told him, and Marcus inhaled slowly, tilting his head back and getting ready to find new words to say in effort to help Bellamy see that this was something good, and that he was worthy of this. "I never knew my father." That was the last thing Marcus expected to hear as Bellamy finally looked at him. He stood there silently watching, knowing that it wasn't easy for a son to speak of these things. "But these past few months, I've known what it is to have one." The weight of these words were not missed on Marcus. He too had come to see Bellamy as a son, and knowing that it was two ways made his chest expand slightly as he stood a little taller from the pride of knowing them. "Then count me among the proudest of fathers, for the man you are today." He told him, wanting to make sure that Bellamy knew he felt the same.

"I'll do this, but only if you're by my side." Bellamy extended his hand toward Marcus, and Marcus didn't move at first. Bellamy had just spend weeks following Pike, so knowing that Bellamy still trusted Marcus' council was enough to give Marcus pause. He knew that Bellamy had struggled after Clarke left, and he had just been forced to kill the other person he ahd trusted to help him. Now he was asking for Marcus' help. After a second he lifted his arm up to take shake Bellamy's. "Together." With a nod, Marcus agreed. "I have served three chancellors--" Sidney, Jaha, Griffin. "--and I an honored to serve you." Marcus told him, lifting his free hand up to squzze Bellam'y arm before both his hands dropped.

"You are doing the right thing, Bellamy. You have always broken protocol because you wanted to keep everyone safe. Now there is no reason too. You can decided how best to do it." Pardoning people, and making peace, were the two things Marcus wanted to help him do first. Yet he knew there was one thing he needed to do before he did anything else. "Indra still trust me. . . . I hope. I would like to try to contact her. See if she help us find out if Octavia is out there." Because Marcus knew that weighted on Bellamy, and he knew that if she was alive, then she could help them handle this since she knew more of what is happening out there then they did. Once they knew for sure if she was alive or not, then Bellamy could move forward as chancellor.

Marcus had not exactly asked Bellamy if he could; but at the same time he was waiting for permission. Bellamy was chancellor now. Marcus would respect that.

Marcus watched his son's face as it shifted, and his arms folded over his chest in what Marcus assumed was him trying to deal with the news. "What are you talking about?" A fair question, and one Marcus knew he needed to handle with care. His hand reached out to touch his son's shoulder, needing to both give him support and take in what support he could get. He thought of his daughter, and his eyes moved toward the tablet, before looking back at Bellamy.

"Your mother died and I struggled with being a single father. Someone stepped in to help me, and we . . . grew very close." The awkward part of his conversation made his hand fall from his son. "I fell in love her, and few a few years we kept things just between us." He had been still missing his wife, she had been a saint. Perhaps lonely. Either way he knew his love was real. They had just been giving them both time to be ready. "She came to be one day . . . tears on her cheeks, and told me she was pregnant."

Marcus felt his voice choke off at that part, and he turned form Bellamy, walking toward the tablet. He picked it up and turned it on. There she was. Looking almost right at him. He had taken it from the servers, but he knew he had to stop now. If Bellamy could find it, then anyone could. His fingers touched her face before he hit delete. He spoke without turning for the rest of it. "She had no children. I had a son. If I let her so, she could have her daughter and live a good life. If I asked her to say, then she would have to give up ever having a child. . . . So I let her go." Finally he turned to look at his son. "You can not speak of this again. Ever again. If anyone found out, they would both be floated. I need your promise, son. You can't look into this. You can't talk about it. To anyone, ever."

"I said, I didn't see anyone else." Bellamy said it again, and this time Marcus knew for sure. His head tilted up and his shoulder relaxed some. He knew they were safe. He knew Bellamy was protecting them once again. That was good, but he hoped they managed to keep under the radar. He wasn't foolish enough to think that they would stop fighting, but he hoped they did it safe. Marcus gave a soft nod of his head, but said nothing. "I'll do whatever I have to do, to protect our people." That was what he want to hear. "They are always my priority. And I won't let anything happen to them." They might be, but following Pike would only get more people killed. Though it seemed Bellamy was no longer blindly following Pike, and that was enough to give him peace before he died.

"The man that didn't hesitate to walk into hell for one person. Knowing he is protecting his people, gives me peace in the final hours." Marcus told him, meaning that he was glad the man who walked into the mountain, and into the ice nation, and crossed an army was here protecting his people once again. "They are your responsibility now." Because Marcus was no longer going to be there to protect them.

Marcus knew how Bellamy took everything to heart, and that he took in the blame for many things. He didn't want him to blame himself for anything. Which was why he was giving him something important. "I hear you like The Iliad." Marcus told him, "I have The Odyssey in my room. I want you to have it. It belonged to my father, before he left." His father that he had floated, as Bellamy was now going to have to watch Marcus. "I've not known you long, but if I were to have had a son I'd want him like you." Marcus knew he would be dead by the morning, so he wasn't hiding behind fancy words, he was out right saying them.

"A question with a question, really dad?" Bellamy didn't let it go, and Marcus knew he would not. He was going to have to either find the best lie he could, and try to make sure that Bellamy didn't have the ability to find out anything about Lilly. The risk was too great and he loved his girls too much to risk their lives over this. "You can either tell me, or I'll look into it myself." No! Marcus stepped forward, a single step, and his hand lifted out to Bellamy as if to stop him. However, his hand dropped right away and sighed. He could not do anything to his son. Not even beg him.

"So let me ask again, why you have pictures of an underage girl?" Marcus looked down for a long moment, unable to look at Bellamy. After a long moment he looked up at his son, and stepped closer to him. He had to tell him the truth or this was going to unravel. Marcus struggled to look him in the eye while trying to tell him what was going on. He felt his palms sweat, and his heart beat so hard that he could feel it everywhere rather then just his chest. "Bellamy," He began but cut himself off.

Marcus forced his gaze to look up at his son, knowing that his son thought the worst thing right now, and it might even be easier to let him believe it. But he couldn't. He needed to make sure that Bellamy would never bring this up again, and never look deeper in this. He needed to protect his danger, and needed to protected Callie. "She is my daughter."

He could see the change in Bellamy's face. "I killed the last Chancellor." Marcus was aware that Bellamy had shot one chancellor, blatantly disobeyed the next, and in self defense killed the third. It did not however, cancel him out from being the next Chancellor. "I can't accept that position." Which was his choice, but that was why Marcus was here. He wanted Bellamy to accept. "I won't," Bellamy seemed to be on the edge of panic at the idea, and Marcus stepped forward. "It's yours." Bellamy however turned away from him, and Marcus grew still.

"I won't do this," He said softly, and Marcus nodded his head. "The choice is yours," He told the man he thought of like a son, "I however, think you would make a damn fine Chacellor, and one I'd be proud to serve . . . if you'd have me." If he managed to keep his emotions in check, and not lash out. This was where they were different. Marcus was logical, and Bellamy went with his gut. "The people of this city have had to endure a lot from it's leaders. One former chancellor tried to leave thousands to die in space. Another left them to find . . . . whatever is in Jaha's head right now. Abby and I kept things from them, Pike led them to the edge of a war that would have gotten everyone killed . . . . They need someone better, Bellamy."

Marcus walked to stand beside him, so he could see his face. "When you landed here, you stepped up. You had your own reasons, but look at the histories, everyone always does. What matters is that you were not willing to loose one life, while every other leader has been willing to sacrifice the few in favor of the many. That is what the people want. They need someone they know is going to protect them, and not let pride, or hate get in their way."

"They trust you. They have always followed you. They followed you to me, they followed you to Pike . . . . stop leading them to other people, and just lead them."

Bellamy could not even look at him. Marcus watched Bellamy's face the whole time, not once looking away from it. Marcus' expression wasn't one of anger or disappointment, but regret hat he couldn't help Bellamy see what was happening before he would be put to death. "Leave us," Bellamy walked closer after a quite pause, but still didn't look at Marcus. To Marcus it was very telling. He had noticed that when the 10 had come back from killing the 300, Bellamy had not looked at him then either. He had taken it as hope that Bellamy would see the damaged Pike caused then, but it had not.

Marcus didn't see this as Bellamy choosing one or the other. He knew that this was hard for Bellamy and he would not place blame on Bellamy's shoulders. Marcus had done this knowing full well what would happen if he was caught. "I didn't see who else was working with you." That was good. Marcus closed his eyes for a moment in relief, before opening them back to look at Bellamy. He tried really hard to tell if Bellamy knew and was protecting the other--in which he could find hope in that in his final hours--or if he was telling the truth and would be hunting down the others. "Everything we hear is an opinion. Everything we see is a perspective." Marcus quoted the Roman general Aurelius, knowing damn well that was something they had in common. "Pike will always look for others, even if you collected them all." Because he was afraid to loose power, and his hate of the grounder left him unwilling to do anything but put them down. "When he asks you to arrest your people. To execute them for not following protocol and doing what they knew had to be done, make sure you know what you really believe . . . and what he has said is true."

Marcus knew his words fit Bellamy once, before he started following Pike. He had broken out of camp to find Clarke, he had gone into the mountain to get his friends, he had gone into the ice nation to save farm station, and crossed an army to again find one girl. Bellamy was the sheppard, and Pike was asking him to lead the sheep to the butcher.