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Marcus had just come from his mother's where Bellamy had told him how the conversations with Aurora had gone. She had told Bellamy to tell Marcus that he shouldn't expect her here when he got home. She had kicked her son out. Marcus had never seen her like that, for one of the things he loved about her was how strong she was. Pausing outside the dor before entering her took a moment alone to make sure he was still being strong. In truth he wanted to be weak, and find a drink wash away the pain he was feeling. He wasn't sure he could be the same man he was before the culling.

He had pushed for the population reduction, and now that he was here he feared it. So many people would be dying because he had not helped find a cure for the Ark. He took each death personally--but non more personal then his own son volunteering. Marcus wished he could make a tea and give it to Bellamy so he would sleep and miss the culling. He wished he could stop him. Choking back the emotion, be took a few deep breaths--breaking down would do no one any good. He had to be strong--if only for Bellamy. With that thought he pushed into his home and looked around. The light was off in the bedroom so he didn't go back there. "Aurora?" He called out, wondering if she was even here.

Marcus will take door number three, please!

THESE ARE FANTASTIC! I LOVE THIS SHOT OF HIM! PERFECTION!

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

I was just wondering what time zones everyone was in, and if we would all be watching season 3 at about the same time or if some of us would be getting it first? You don't have to narrow down where you live! Just the timezone!! I know some places in the world have to wait a few months for season 3 and others get it the same day (or well the day before the USers do since they are a day ahead)!!

Marcus smiled at his son's eagarness, and then leaned in to kiss his mother's cheek before walking with his son out; careful not to show him what was behind his back. "Let's go!" Once they had taken a few steps, Marcus paused, and pulled the jacket before him. "You will need this." Because he would have to look sharp while going to work with his father. Helping his son pull the jacket on, Marcus continued. "This way you can look like a council man, while you are going to inspect the guardsmen and to the council chambers today."

While Marcus wasn't big on showing a lot of emotions before others, he had no trouble doing so with his son. Smiling he looked at this son, who was now wearing a new jacket--something that had cost a lot but was worth it now--and looked like he was ready to take up the ranks of his father one day. Expect for his hair, which fell in curls everywhere. Still, he was fond of them for now. When Bellamy joined the guard he would need to do something about it but that was years from now.

Bellamy moved before Marcus' mother and keeled down, and Marcus put his hands on her shoulders. He could tell by how stiff she was that she knew something was going on, and she was worried. "Grandma," Bellamy begun, and Marcus closed his eyes, bracing himself for the words he already knew were coming. He hated them, and would continue trying to make sure that Bellamy was sure--but he wasn't going to spend the time he had left with Bellamy pointlessly fighting. "I'm volunteering for the culling." His heart hurt that the words, and his hands tightened on his mother's shoulders.

'What?' She was looking at Bellamy, and he could only guess--all too well--what she was thinking. 'No! This . . . Marcus!' She looked up at him, and he nodded. 'Stop him, Marcus!' Marcus needed a moment before he could speak, "Bellamy is aware that I will try and talk him out of this, but he has also made himself very clear in his decision." He told her, and could see her tears. 'No!' Turning back to Bellamy her hands pulled form him and went to his cheeks! 'Oh my boy!' Marcus could hear the emotion in her voice, and her arms flung around her grandson's neck as she begin crying. 'Don't do this, Bell! We can find another way!'

Marcus heard the knock, and watched his mother as she went to answer it. He was surprised that it was Bellamy. It wasn't a good sign that he was here, so soon after he went to tell his mother. Marcus could tell there was something wrong by the look on his face, the emotion that was there just on the edge. Pushing to a stand he walked over, and pulled his son into a hug, which he could tell surprised his mother. She shut the door and begin fussing in that way she had were she wanted to take care of everyone. 'Bell! Marcus! What is going on!' She asked, her hands going to Bellamy, and he could tell she was not only worried but afraid. 'Has something happened?'

Marcus pulled back, and took a deep breath, allowing Vera a chance to step closer and hug her grandson. Once she had hugged him, Marcus pulled out a chair for her. "Mom, come sit down and let Bellamy talk." He would let Bellamy sit before her and he would stand behind her to give her support. Marcus wanted to ask Bellamy about what happened but he knew now wasn't the time. First they needed to tell Vera, and then he would ask his son about what happened with his mother. Then he would seek out his wife.

Marcus pulled his son into a hug, knowing it was the last for a little while; but that he had to allow Bellamy to explain this to other people he loved. "If you need me, I will be there." He promised, knowing that he would give his wife and son an hour to talk before joining them. As Marcus slowly let his son go, he felt a Sharpe pain of loss in his chest--and knew this was only going to get worse. "I love you, son." Even though he had just said it, he wanted it known still. With that Marcus let him go so he could leave to tell his mother.

Marcus stayed there for a moment, but couldn't be alone. He couldn't just sit there, or he'd break down. He had to keep moving. After a visit tot he radio room, and the Engineers--a last attempt at seeking hope--he went to visit his mother. She could tell that something was wrong, but in her own way she knew never to ask. She just gave comfort when she could. She was busy readying some things to give comfort the the families that were loosing people--and he couldn't bring himself to tell her that they would be one of the many.