The 100: Queen of Azgeda

Luisa

77 Years Later

Kane

Kane had finished his shift early after working on Alpha Station and returned to the sleeping quarters. Sliding his key card in, the door compressed open and he pushed it. He took a stop and stared at his mother that was leaning over the couch to pick up a baby.

"What is that?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "You can't just steal kids." "She wasn't stolen," Vera said, carrying her on her hip. "She's the child from the pod." "The one that malfunctioned?" he questioned and she nodded.

He glanced at the baby who was twirling his mother's chestnut brown hair and she babbled. "You have to give her back," he concluded. "Three homes, Marcus," she said. "She needs a family." "And that's us? We don't know her name or parents. Generation 1 kept her asleep and a secret for a reason: unknown."

"Well there is another reason..." she trailed off. "Dr. Griffin checked her and she has... black blood." "Exactly. Maybe she wouldn't mind taking care of another child." "You know she can't," she said. "The families she was taken to only had her for a week. She's not a trouble maker, they weren't ready." "And you brought her in because you're the spirit guide?" he questioned. "Aren't people going to ask where she came from?"

"We can make up a plan," she thought. "No, you can. You can keep her all you want but I don't want to see her," he snapped, walking into his room.

There was a letter he had been working on laying on his desk. The council election was coming up and he needed a speech to give to the citizens and he needed to form a job application.

He tried to drown out the noise of his mother humming a song to the child and began his work. The sound seeped through the cracks of the walls and he groaned in frustration.

Folding the sheets of paper and shoving them in a drawer. He lied down in his bed to get some shut-eye but then it turned into a deep slumber.

Kane awoke with a warm feeling on his arm and his eyes shot open to see the thing lying beside him. From her larger size, he guessed she could crawl and had climbed into his arms when he was asleep or maybe his mother placed her there.

He slowly pulled himself away from her and stumbled to the living room where his mother was drinking tea. Her eyes trailed to him then back to her mug.

"What did I say about her?" he asked. "It was her choice," she told him. That was a lie. "I'm giving her back to Abby," he said firmly. "I'll bribe Sinclair to fix that pod."

He slipped on his jacket and returned to the room to see the child was awake. He paused and she looked admiringly up at him and he leaned to carry her when she stretched out for his arms.

"You have a to keep her balanced," Vera said, fixing the child's shirt and posture. "She can find it herself," he said. "Where's her bag?" His mother slid the strap over his shoulder and smiled, "You look like a father." "Not hers."

Kane left his quarters and began to walk through the large hallways for med bay. He glanced at the child who gazed at the white lights of the stations and at the people that passed by. The way they stared was absurd. It wasn't a, 'who's the child?' look, it was more of a questionable, 'Marcus Kane, holding a child?'

When he reached the medical center, a patient walked out and he entered, setting the child on the table. He pointed at Abby then at her, setting down the bag.

"It hasn't been a day," she said. "It has been long enough," he told her. "Vera already took her in and logged for a week of care," Abby explained. "That's all I can tell you. If you want, Jake and Thelonius are in the cafeteria, you guys can go have a fatherly bond." "I'm not a father." "Just given her a week," she said, placing the child in his arms.