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Marcus knew he spoke true words, but no parents wanted to hear reason when the life they were debating was their child's. He didn't want to hear about how others needed him when the one he needed was his son, and it was his son that was offering to die so others may live. Marcus could feel the panic at knowing that his time with his son is limited. No parents should have to out live their child, and knowing that his son would be dying made the pain greater then a sudden death.

Marcus gave a nod of his head, before pulling Bellamy into an tight embrace. He held his son to him tightly, and thought of all the times that he held him as a boy. How each time had been special and cherished but they were all not this hug--for Marcus knew this one was one of the last. That soon this would be only a last memory.

Which made him hate how they had spent the last bit of time between them. In an unspoken awkwardness between them because of the girl that Bellamy had decided to love. He would give everything to go back and change things, so that these days were filled with time sent honoring his role as Bellamy's father--with laughter and soon time, rather then how he had been. "I am not going to stop trying to change your mind." Marcus warned, though by now they both knew there was nothing he could say or do to stop him. "But nor will I waste this time. Not even a second."

"The leadership that they need, will better come from you." Marcus could agree with that, for he was more of a publicly known figure, but he also saw in his head at how his son could become twice the man his father could be. And he had so desperately wanted to see that! "The people on the Ark need you." No, Marcus needed his son! "My mind is made up."

"I volunteer."

Marcus didn't look away from his son this time, only walked forward, feeling desperate and a bit of panic. "I forbid you do this. I will not loose my son, when everything I have done was for you." The words didn't come out as an order, more more of a plea--which wasn't something that Marcus was used to hearing from himself. He never begged for another, but he would beg his son now if that would change his mind. He knew it was unfair for him to ask this of others but not be willing to give up his own son--but he could not do this! He could not give up so much! Not and be strong for his people afterwards. He wasn't sure how Jaha was doing it after the loss of his son!

She pulled him into the room, and when she let him go, his feet kept walking slowly forward until he stood by the bed and could look down numbly at the baby there. His mind was slowly starting to work. She had a second child! And there was a strong chance that so did he! “What do you want?” Marcus looked up at Aurora and it took a moment for the surprise he felt to be replaced with a bit of anger. “Why are you here? You’re not coming without a reason.” And more anger.

He stepped forward toward her. Just one step. Then another. Then another. When he was close to her, he just stared at her. "I came here after spending the morning teaching Earth Skills in the school as a guest speaker, and watching a certain little boy excel. I came here because he reminded me a little too closely of myself at that age. I came here . . . and saw you with a baby. I want you to explain this to me, Aurora. I need to to tell me what is going on here, because from where I am standing--non of this looks very good!"

Bellamy was fast firing questions but it was only the later ones that Marcus answered, because he wasn't ready to answer everything yet. "You didn't think of it for a second? You didn't bother to ask her about it?" He had wondered at first, but he never thought she would lie on the permit. "Clearly you are upset, and rightly so. I have only known you are my son for a few days and I am still upset; but I am no going to explain my personal relationship I had with your mother." "What about Octavia?" Answering that would be explaining things, however he owed him an answer, "It is a very . . . . very strong possibility that she is my daughter as well. Which is why I have come here."

Because he wasn't going to watch his daughter die. "Because I want to be able to help her." He needed to try. While he wasn't ready to tell the Ark that he was a father, but nor was he willing it ignore this until it went away. Especially knowing how everything was playing out. If they failed to fix the Ark the kids in the Skybox would be sent to the ground. Not any time soon, but with the Ark not having much time the idea of culling the population that way had been suggested. Because it would open up a chance to move down there for everyone if the Earth could hold life.

"Who was in the pod?" At least he had his priorities right! Marcus had watched his son get dressed, before he continued. "Well at least I have someone to corroborate my alibi." That caused his shoulders to square and his glare to get worse. He knew his son had moments of a witty mouth, but he didn't like being on the end of that disrespect. "This is your whole life that you are toying with, don't be smart with me, I am your father!" He returned, and then focused on the last thing that Bellamy had said, "Which guardsman was present at the time?" "Not Bellamy Kane." Marcus reminded him.

"cherry1. I haven't heard the name before, but the resume is impressive. Apparently in attempts to gain contact with the ground they were both going to go down there. We interrupted and only Raven escaped in the pod." But he wasn't ready to talk about this. "Rayes is a civilian who was dating one of the 100 kids they sent to the ground. She clearly knew everything, which means they are going to try and trace everyone whom anyone has talked too and see who else knows--which means they are going to look at your tag and look at Quinn's tag and see you two were together in your home--so in effort to help you see how much trouble the two of you are in, I am going to ask this once . . . . "

"How often are you two alone?" Would this get noticed? He needed to make sure this wasn't going to blow back on his son first and foremost.

Marcus stood there and waited for Quinn to leave. He didn't turn around at the scrambling sounds or even when there was a pause of no sound. He waited until the young woman walked right past him--and he looked up at the top of the wall while she passed. "Sir," She spoke, and he mumbled a "Quinn." Back to her in a short clipped overly formal way.

Once he was fairly certain that she was free of the door, he slammed his hand down on the button to make it shut. Then he spun around to face his son, and glared right at him. Bellamy was risking EVERYTHING for a girl and Marcus wasn't about to watch his son be one of the countless people who either lost their job or got floated because he couldn't keep his pants on! He had known there was a girl! He had even guessed that it wasn't the type of girl that one brought home judging by how Bellamy hadn't told anyone about her--only showed up at dinner once with messy clothing, and then saw her bra once.

Bellamy wasn't one to date--he had not been on a date in a long time! Not that Marcus kept up with these things but he took notice! He wanted his son to find a nice school teacher or doctor to marry! Not fall into bed with a girl who could ruin his life! Normally, Quinn would have been a good girl for anyone to date--JUST NOT HIS SON!

"Do you have any idea of the trouble you about to bring down on yourself!" He begin in a very angry tone, "A pod was just launched to earth--illegally! Abigail Griffin was arrested for her part in it, and a civilian is heading toward Earth! Everyone is trying to find out how far the breach of information went, and your alibi is a junior officer in which you are breaking ethic codes with ON YOUR COUCH!"

Earth. The final frounteer! It was everything he had thought it would be--and sadly it was much more. Marcus had never planned to see it himself, but now that he was here, he was grateful. Grateful and protective of each life that he and brought down with him. He would not let one of them go to waste. So with that in mind, his first order of business had been going to get the 100 from the drop ship--getting any supplies and getting them home safe.

It was while they were looking that they had heard sounds of fighting. Moving quietly, Marcus came upon a very violent looking adult attacking two that were dressed like they were from the Ark--though it was hard to tell with all the blood over them. He wasted no bullets. One to stop the attack, and the other to end the life. Stepping out of the covering, Marcus approached the kids, taking notice that one of them was Bellamy Blake--the one who had shot Jaha in attempt to get down here. It was clear that the kids were just barley surviving here. They were getting getting hunted by adults and shouldn't have been sent down alone. "We're here now. Everything's going to be okay." They need not worry about being hurting by people bigger and stronger then them along long--for the guard had arrived.

It was no long later before they were walking toward the drop ship, and Blake spoke to him. "There may be a lot more out there," Marcus had assumed that there would not be only one of them out there, so this wasn't news. "They use the trees, so keep an eye out above." Use teh trees? That was news. "We need to know more about their tactics." He told Blake, rather then asking. "Do they hide in the trees? Jump down from them?"