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Marcus Kane was a man who did not let things catch him off guard. He thought things out a head of time, planned for them, and expected people to do certain things. By being ready for the unexpected, he could control the expected. There had only been once when he had not done so, and that was when he had found out that the woman he loved was going to have his child--only he already had a child. Which made his daughter an illegal child. By breaking up with the woman he loved, and watching her raise their daughter alone, he had made sure his daughter was protected, and safe.

It also made sure he lived a life missing them both. It hurt more then he expected when he had found out, but the only other choice had been end the pregnancy. It wasn't something they could do. He had a plan though! Once his daughter reached the age of 18, he would begin dating Callie. He would make it public, and grand, and soon enough ask her to marry him. While he had not spoken to her of this, Marcus didn't want to spend the rest of his life alone. He wanted to see his daughter at family dinners. He wanted to know his grandchildren. He wouldn't do it while she was 18, because the risk of someone looking into things was too great if she moved into him. An adult would get him and Callie, and maybe Lilly, floated. He would wait. Bide his time. Then, maybe if it was safe, get his family back.

He knew it was a long shot, but a man needed hope. That was his.

Pushing into his home, Marcus looked up when he saw Bellamy and paused. He knew something was from by his face. A father knew these things. "Bellamy?" He asked, stepping forward and letting the door shut behind him. Something had happened, and from the look on Bellamy's face it wasn't good.

Once, Marcus Kane had been a pillar of predictability. His normal appearance was neat and clean, even in these times of limited supplies. Marcus Kane would never appear anything but in full control of himself, and everything from his clothing to his hair proved that. Currently however, he was a widower of three months, and his young son was taking more then Marcus knew how to give. He didn't know how to be a father. His own had never really been apart of his life. He had been raised by a mother who had put herself so deeply into her faith after his father left them, that it was hard not to think of one without the other. It had caused him to rebel slightly, and turn to logic over faith. He had executed his own father, and now he was going to be a single father, and the irony of it was never far from his mind.

There was a knock on the door, and Marcus moved toward it. His hair was slightly on end from one too many times of him running his hand through it in stress. He had not shaven in a few days, and his cheeks were darkened from his lack of effort. He had not been able to give his work his all, and he was beginning to think that his career was over; that he could not be both a father and a chancellor. If he had to pick, he would be a father; but he really wanted both. His career had defined him until he became a father and the transition had not been easy. Opening the door he looked at @callie, who was perfectly dressed and neat as always and he felt even more a failure then before; but he never let it show. "Yes?" He greeted, not sure if she was here because he was needed or because he had (once again) forgotten something he was supposed to do. Either way, he wasn't sure he could handle Callie being the one to tell him. He had so much respect for the woman, and for her to see him fall from grace wasn't easy on a man with so much pride.

Marcus didn't like the word summoned. While it was technology what he had done, coming from the boy it sounded defiant and mocking. Defiant was the trait Marcus wanted now, mocking wasn't. Marcus had the up most respect for David, Nathan's father, and had come to respect his loyalty and bravery. He had been in a position of power while the elections were happening, and it was why he knew who voted for who--Miller had not voted for Pike. Which was why he was trusting him now.

"Think more of it as recurring." Marcus said in a low voice, mimicking the younger man's stance without thinking about it. For Marcus it was just as he always stood. A stance of power, and dominance. "I know you didn't vote for Pike, but I need to know how you feel about the grounders. Because there are some here, who think we are heading toward a war, and there are others who want to prevent that from happening." Marcus knew this wouldn't be easy for the man, because he had a boy friend who was a strong supporter of Pike's, but he hoped that Miller would do the right thing and help make sure there was no more needless death.

Marcus left the council room and began walking to his quarters. His thick boots left muted thuds on the hard flooring as he moved down the hall. As per his normal his clothing and appearance was neat and clean, even in these times of limited everything. Marcus Kane would never appear anything but in full control of himself. As he walked down the hall, growing closer to his door, he noticed cherry1 walking down toward him. He assumed she was coming from either fixing something, or visiting someone since their rooms weren't close. Unless she was here to cross paths with him a purpose.

Whatever had happened that first time, and whatever was still happening was something they kept between only them. She enjoyed the places they went while in bed (or out of it) and it made him feel more alive then he had since his youth. While he took control between them, he also lost control with her. He liked that, and it had left him not questioning things between them.

As she passed him, he glanced to make sure no one was behind her, before reaching his arm out to hook around her middle and pull her into his room, before shutting the door and pressing her back against it. Without giving either of them a chance to talk he took her mouth in a feverish kiss, his hands moving from her waist, skimming up her sides, brushing lightly over her breast, and then cupped her jaw. They could say hello with their actions.

Marcus had gotten home an hour before his beloved wife, and took the time to see his children before getting in the shower. He washed and dried his hair before getting dressed. This way he could see his children some more while she took the time to get dressed for their date. They had been married for year, and even still spent time for just the two of them. He wasn't sure how they managed to run a city, raise two children, have personal lives, and still a healthy marriage (in bed) without going mad from the stress. Everything just worked out for them.

Walking out of the bed room, he found his wife with his mother. "Welcome home, my dear." He told her leaning close to place a kiss on her lips, which caused his son to mocking give a loud 'EWWWW' and turning to run. Marcus caught him up and tossed him up in the air slightly, before catching him. "You don't like it?" He asked, before dropping a few kisses all over his squealing son. Afterwards he sat him back on his feet and looked at his wife. "How was your day?"

She would take him how he was. Marcus was all too aware that she had always done just that, and he was grateful for it. He wasn't an easy man to be around, but she had never let it be used against him. He was distant, and stubborn, and she was warm and relentless. It was a match made perfect. She then teased him, telling him to let them go once they got more comfortable. "Very soon, I plan to take you to bed, and keep you there for the rest of the night." He teased her, wanting to make sure she knew that his age would not keep him from being young tonight.

Marcus took his seat and waited for her to join him before speaking again. "You bring it out of me," He told her referring to how she call this perfect. He thought about how he used to 'date' her back when he was younger. If he had seen what he had right before him back then, then perhaps things would be different now. He would have a child with her, be her husband. Instead he had let her go, and spent the majority of his time alone, while she had lived her life to the fullest. He envied her for that. At this point in his life, he was aware more of what he had given up to get where he was. But he knew he would do it again if he could.

COUNT IN MARCUS, O, AND MY OCs!

Also, funny thought! EVERYONE sort of expects Marcus, Pike, or Jaha to be mayor--but what if it was @callie??? She could be getting all the shit done that the men weren't able to do! HAHAHHAHAHAH!

Clarke suggest O work at a stable! I think I will steal that and have her there!! Marcus can be the Mayor's head of security!?!?!