Heyo everyone!

First I'd like to apologize for all the mistakes you'll find in the story. English isn't my mother-tongue, I hope it won't bother too much. I tried to do my best, though. I hope you will like it :)

He hasn't left her side since they left Mount Weather. He held her hand all the way back and even when they arrived at Camp Jaha, he stayed by her side. He was relieved she was alive but he couldn't help feeling guilty for what had happened to her; he should have protected her better than that, it should have been him instead of her.

As Jackson was healing her injured leg, he was standing beside the table, arms crossed on his chest and watching every of his moves, making sure she was okay.

"I'm fine, Marcus." She told him. "There might be other people who could need your help."

"I'm not leaving you, Abby." He replied firmly. His posture, the tone of his voice, his deep and worried look; she knew there would be no way to change his mind. She winced in pain, sitting up slightly on her elbows. His muscles jaw tightened, he couldn't stand seeing her suffering.

Jackson finished a few minutes later. Abby was about to stand up but Marcus stopped her.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Marcus asked.

"Helping my people."

"There's no way you move from here."

"Marcus, they need me!" She raised her voice. So do I, he thought.

"You're not able to walk or do anything right now, you need to rest. There's Jackson and I'm here to help them too." He tried to convince her.

She paused for a moment, she knew he was right. She was so weak because of all her blood they took away that she could barely sit.

"Alright, but I wanna be put in my tent. Someone might need this place more than me." She ordered.

Two guards brought her to her tent as she asked. She wished she could have helped, she hated feeling so useless but her body wasn't listening to her. She fall asleep a few minutes after the guards have left her tent.

He didn't know exactly how long he had been helping people but it was certainly long enough for him to miss her. Soon it would be dark outside, he had been standing for hours, running around the camp; he was exhausted but he didn't care. He entered her tent silently; she was still lying on her bed and seemed to be still asleep. He approached her slowly and squatted in front of her. He slightly smiled; she was beautiful even with all the cuts on her face. He held out a hesitant hand, pulling away some hair from her face. She must have felt his presence because she slightly stirred and opened her eyes.

"Hey." He whispered smiling.

"Hey." She smiled back. "Is everyone alright?"

"Yes, everyone's fine."

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"I'd say four or five hours maybe."

They looked so deep in each other's eyes, savoring the feeling of being just the two of them.

"You're okay?"

She nodded. "Help me to get up." She asked while she straightened.

"Abby.." He started but she cut him off. "Please."

He didn't insist, put his arm under her shoulder and lifted her. Being on her two feet made her feel dizzy, she was glad Marcus was holding her otherwise she would have fallen on the floor.

"Good?" Marcus asked.

"Good." She replied. They walked towards the table at the other end of the tent. Once they've reached the table, Kane handed her a cup of water. She looked pale leaning against the piece of furniture and he couldn't help but being worried for her even if she was constantly telling him she was okay.

Something had changed between them. Knowing that there could be a possibility of losing each other had awakened some feelings; like a bomb exploding in the face. Both had set aside the emotions they were feeling, but the tension was undeniable; their looks, their gestures… they couldn't pretend anymore.

"I'm glad you're alive… I really am." Marcus spoke softly.

"I am too." She smiled.

"I'm serious, Abby." He paused. "I-I don't know if would have been able to do this without you." He looked into her eyes. They were inches from each other; Abby grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"But I'm safe now, it's okay." She whispered.

"I'd have never forgiven myself if something had happened to you." He whispered back.

Marcus closed the gap between them and kissed her. The reality was far beyond anything he could have imagined. As soon as she kissed him back, he placed a hand against her cheek and she put both hers on his waist. They tasted each other's mouth, softly at first but it quickly turned into something hungrier. After a few shared kisses, they stopped in need of air. Abby snuggled her face into the crock of his neck, moaning; he felt her body weaken in his arms. He bent down a bit, put his arm under her knees and the other behind her back and carefully lifted her. She didn't have to say a word, she didn't want either. She was so tired, feeling so weak but she would have wished the kiss never stops. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." She murmured.

"It's okay." He turned his head and dropped a kiss on her forehead. He walked towards the bed, hold her tight against him. He gently laid her on the bed, being careful with her leg. He put the cover on her and was about to leave but she grabbed his hand.

"Stay with me… please." She said with her eyes half-opened. He had to admit that the fatigue was starting to get the better of him and lying with her in the bed, he couldn't refuse. As he smiled in agreement, she shifted as much as she could and let him the necessary space. He slipped to her side, putting his arm around her waist and their heads were touching each other, nose against nose. She grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers. They both fall soon asleep in each other's arms, both tired of their journey.

Let me know what you think :)

Maybe I'll write a sequel, depens on opinions.