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Bellamy gave the last name as confirmation that he understood who he was, and Marcus spoke up to make sure there was no doubt. "Yes, Callie Cartwig." He couldn't tell much about what Bellamy was thinking, but he was trying to see the details. He knew his son well, but Bellamy had his father's habit of not wearing his heart on his shelve. It made him hard to read, even for his father.

Bellamy did give him a clue in his words however, since he his was as stoic as his fathers. He told him that he knew no one would replace his mother, and for Marcus that was enough that he advertised his eyes to better be able to handle the memory. He had loved her. The lost that left him a single father had been one that he never had been able to speak of. Not in any detail. Maybe that wasn't a good thing, and maybe it affected how his son handled it, but Marcus couldn't change the past. He could only work toward the future.

Whic was why he looked back at his son when Bellamy asked him that last question. Was he happy? "You have always made me happy, Bellamy. I have never felt more pride or honor in being your father." He told him, but knew what he was asking. "She brings a feeling of ease to my life that I have not had since your mother." He tried to explain before finding himself almost smiling at finally talking about her to his. "I enjoy who I am around her. For men like us, that is rare, and I hope you find that one day." He had had it with Bellamy's mother, and now once again with Callie.

A lot had happened int he past three months. Not only had their little camp become a city, but they had put down roots, and began growing the seeds of long term sustainability. They had a well, and farm lands. Homes rather then rooms. Families were growing without fear of being unfed, or not enough air. The people were growing as a whole--and Marcus held so much pride in what they had done. A year ago, he would not have believed this possible.

Seeing Monty with his mother, made Marcus think of his own. He wished she could have seen Earth, but grateful she had not seen the death of the first few months here. There was many that he would have spared this, but he was always torn between saving them and sparing them. Earth, now that they had reached peace, was everything he had never thought he would see. His mother would have loved it.

Thinking of mothers, made him think of Clarke and Abby. Marcus wasn't sure what he was going to tell Abby, but he knew he's had to tell her something. She was so eager for news of Clarke and this would break her heart. Apparently she wasn't the only one either. Marcus looked over at Bellamy, and watched him looking out the window. Moving to sit beside him, so they could talk in low voices without ruining Monty's time with his mother. "I do have one question," Marcus asked him, in a serious tone. "How did you manage to change clothes without four adults noticing you?" It was an attempt to get Bellamy talking, because Marcus could only imagine how seeing Clarke again affected Bellamy.

Marcus had given them the night to settle, but he would not wait any longer to meet his granddaughter. He had missed out on being a father because Aurora had decided not to tell him, he would not miss out on his granddaughter. He knew there was one obstetrical to this--The mother. The Arkers were not on best terms with the Tree Nation clan of grounders, and from what his daughter had told him--the Ice Nation was worst. Octavia had told him of the stories she'd heard of the Ice Nation. They were ruthless, fierce, and deadly. She had said that if Bellamy had moved up in the ranks of such a clan that he would have had to adapted to that too. Marcus was grateful that they had come here, rather then stay there. It sounded like a world he wouldn't want anyone living in--much less raising his granddaughter in!

Which was why he had no idea of what to expect from the mother. He had seen Bellamy when he didn't know he was Bellamy, and now he was about to meet a woman who had been raised in that world. Marcus knocked on the door to the rooms that had been given to his son--ones that were put near his own and the other council members as these halls were guarded and he didn't want anyone trying anything out of fear. Marcus held a box with hot food in it, and a gift for Rosa from him.

When Bellamy opened it, Marcus gave him a smile and a nod, before stepping in the room. He wasn't sure if he could address him as Bellamy or the other name before Echo, so instead he went with a name that fit both. "Son," He greeted, "I thought I would come greet you good morning, and bring breakfast." Once the food was set on the table, he picked up the small bundle and looked toward the family of three, "And a gift to welcome Rosa to Arkadia."

"Kyle Wick." Marcus felt a joy at Bellamy remembering the name. Each time he seemed to remember something else it was a sign that the real Bellamy was coming out. The one who he really was, and not whomever the grounders made him to be. He was coming back home to his own mind. "They remember Bellamy." That was not a good sign, and the momentary joy Marcus felt faded down into the pit of his doubts. He was spoken as if Bellamy was gone. "Was that no who you were to them? Who you still are?" Marcus asked, and tried to understand what was going on his in son's mind. "It was who you were longer then . . . Vallier. Was that the name they game you?" He wondered what meaning it held to them.

"How is Octavia?" That was a question he could smile at. "Now you sound like Bellamy Blake." He tired to joke. "She is thriving. She spends more time the grounders then here, but she has become a good diplomat between the peoples, even if we are still fighting. She has kept us from all out war." There was pride in his voice, because he was her father and he loved his daughter. "She is still with Lincoln, one fo the grounders who has helped us from time to time." Though every time he came to try, he was met with fear, or anger toward him and his people. He still sought to help them by giving advice on the world and how to survive. His advice on winder, hunting, and herbs had kept many alive here.

Bellamy was at least dressed like a normal person now, rather then a grounder, but Marcus noticed that he said nothing. From what he had learned of Bellamy it wasn't that he was a say nothing type. He had been able to use words to roust the crowd, and turn the tides. Silence was something new. Marcus also noticed the edges of the tattoos that could be seen at the edges of the shirt, but he didn't stare at them. Marcus didn't want his son feeling any sort of uncomfortable while he shifted from whatever had been done to him, back into his old life.

He had felt a dull ache in his chest since finding Bellamy, and knowing that he had not been looking for his son. They had assumed he was dead. The fire that the kids set off had killed him. He had never been seen after that. The boy, Finn, he said he made it away but they'd been separated. He was assumed he was making sure that their people were away, and he had not gotten clear in time. They'd mourned him, and put up a fake grave for him to help Octavia--who had come back to them--heal. Had they thought that he was alive and out there--being brain washed--they would have came for him. Hell, he was surprised that Lexa didn't try to use him before this.

"I thought walking around here might help you clear you head some." Marcus suggested, his tone not one of authority, but supportive. "I don't think the sights would remind you of anything, but maybe the people and some of the activities would." He had learned about how excited Bellamy had been at finding rifles, so that was one of the places they were going. Marcus sat the mask that Bellamy had been wearing on a table near the door, returning it to him. "Come," Marcus was assuming Bellamy would agree, as he waited for him to walk down the hall with him.

Marcus stood by the training mats with his arms folded over his chest and an unreadable expression on his face. He had learned from his own trainers that if you didn't see approval there you worked harder for it. It was hard, because sometimes he wanted to react to a good move, or someone surprising him--like with Blake--but he knew if she showed approval then the cadet could think they had mastered the skill, and try less. It was important they never stopped trying. “Do you have any tips, maybe, Officer Kane?” She asked, after having taken down her next target, this time not relying on wiles or appearing weaker--moves that would not have served her as guard. "More of that, less of the first," He told her in a monotone voice, but inside he was clapping his hands at her improvement.

Blake held promise, and Marcus was trying to push her toward it. He stepped closer and when Shumway walked closer to, Marcus sent him off to train else were. "Had he been an officer, you would have had trouble taking him down. Your good, but you should work on speed more then power." He tried to give her the advice she was asking for. Women by nature had less power behind their hits then men, unless they worked to really tone up their hitting--so while learning in the beginning stages, he always suggested they go for faster hits in more direct areas. "Aim for weak places. The neck, toward the adam's apple, the noise, the bottom of the ribs if it's not protected by armor. A well placed hit there will hurt more then a misaimed one in the face." He was looking toward her face while he spoke, but another lesson he had learned from his training officer was once you were standing on the mats anything could happen. If she tried to use the moves he was explaining to her now, he was ready to block them. He could not afford to get distracted by her pretty face, and let her get the best of him before everyone. He had worked hard to be thought of untouchable (though he knew it wasn't true), and he was damn well doing to try to maintain that.

That's great! Here are two more! The first one my fav part is creepy Kane! HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA! I almost want a thread!

www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWDEi1wjed0

www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsitFKzABfI

EDIT: HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! More:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDpO_9pAZ44

www.youtube.com/watch?v=d46X904SYmE

Christmas Cut: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S0B47LlRCQ