I do not own LEGO. Or The 100.

Marcus was rudely awakened from slumber by a very, very angry Abby.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL DOING IN HERE?"

Everyone except Sinclair jumped awake. He slept on.

Marcus sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and looking at a very angry Abby. Everyone did the same.

Jackson sat up from the floor, having fallen of the chest sometime during the night.

"And why is Jackson in here?" Abby added as an afterthought.

"We... were having... um..." Raven said, unable to finish. Clarke stepped in.

"We were having a surprise slumber party with Kane!" She said. "It's for our... prank war."

Marcus went with it. "Yeah," he said. "I, uh, got them with... with a snake in all their shoes."

"And... Jackson?" Abby asked. He'd fallen asleep again. Monty kicked him awake.

"Huh? Whazzat?" He asked sleepily.

"Why are you in here, Jackson?" Abby demanded.

"Oh, uh," he struggled. "Uh, everyone was... really drunk last night... and... I... Uh, came in here to check on them. Yeah."

"Uh-huh," Abby said, disbelieving. "Why is Bellamy in a wheelchair?"

He looked at Clarke, then back to Abby.

"I got stabbed in the leg."

"What? Why? By who?" Abby asked, astonished. "Why didn't you come get me?"

"Uh, Jackson said you were sleeping," Bellamy said.

"Who stabbed you?" Abby asked, beginning to change the dressing with some bandages that had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere.

Bellamy flicked his eyes to Clarke. "A grounder," he said finally. "We were... out hunting."

"I'm responsible for it," Marcus said. "I turned my back for a second and then... He stabbed Bellamy and... um, I took him down after that. But he stabbed Bellamy."

Abby finished changing the dressing. "Riiighhtt."

"If it helps," Bellamy said, then raised his voice, "I GOT STABBED FOR NOTHING."

"We know!" Raven shouted back at him. "Sorry!" She was curled up in Wick's embrace.

"...How high are you guys, right now?" Abby asked, looking pointedly at Jasper and Monty.

"We slipped drugs in your moonshine last night," Monty lied. "You should still be feeling their effects, huh, Jasper?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "Drugs. Moonshine."

At Abby's quizzical look, Monty explained, "He had some too."

"I hear something singing to me," Bellamy helped. "It's... hahahahaha." He began laughing hysterically.

Marcus couldn't help it and began to laugh along. Clarke too in joined in, then the rest of the tent excluding Abby and Sinclair.

"Go the fuck to sleep," Sinclair complained from behind Abby. Abby helped him up.

"Help me get them to medical," she said, and Sinclair, being helpless to draw her attention away from the rest of them, helped her drag them all one by one into medical.

Abby left to get Jackson, who she believed hadn't ingested drugs, and Sinclair and the rest of them quickly escaped out the non-electrical part of the fence, dubbed by Raven's friends "Raven's Gate".

"She's going to kill us all, you know that," Marcus said as Clarke led them somewhere she called ' The Art Supply Store'.

"I know," Jackson said, who had escaped Abby's clutches soon after they had.

"We're here," Clarke said, leading them down the ladder into the bunker.

"Woah," Marcus said. "How did you find this place?"

Clarke looked at Raven, who suddenly looked immensely sad.

"Finn found it," Bellamy said, having been dropped in by Lincoln and Sinclair.

Marcus opened his mouth in a silent 'oh' and said nothing more about the subject and instead decided to look around. There were many, many pre-war things he'd never seen before and couldn't begin to try to work.

He came across a bucket filled with colorful plastic bricks, as well as wheels and ladders and other things he couldn't describe. He picked up a tiny version of a human, with a painted on smiley face wearing an astronaut suit. He laughed at the irony. He set the figure down and picked up two red blocks and tried to figure out what they were for.

He stuck them together, and they fit perfectly. He took great delight in this, so he gathered more red blocks and stacked them on top of each other, higher and higher until he ran out of red. Then, he did green, then yellow, then white, gray, black, blue, until he was almost out of blocks to sort. He was then interrupted by Clarke.

"Apparently those are called 'LEGOs'," she said. "They're really fun."

"Yeah," Marcus said.

"It's around noon," Clarke said. "We should go back to camp now. Bellamy will pack your dinner, and he says there's cake included. Sinclair's going to lay it out in the Butterfly Field for you. Plus-" she pressed a button on a hand held radio and it began to play soft classical music. Marcus grinned.

"Okay, let's go."

As Team Proposal walked back into camp, Abby walked straight up to Marcus and slapped him.

"What the hell was that?" She asked angrily.

Marcus rubbed his face. "I was sorting colors."

"For five hours?!"

"There's a lot of colors," he said. Abby huffed and left angrily. Marcus left for his tent, to go over the entire thing one more time. Everyone was already gathered there.

"Okay," Clarke said. "Bellamy, Sinclair- state your purpose." Sinclair was standing military style, and Bellamy would have too if he wasn't in a wheelchair.

"My purpose is in the kitchen, Wanheda," Bellamy began. "I get the food and give it to Sinclair."

"I take the dinner to the Butterfly Field, and set it up for them, Wanheda," Sinclair finished. Clarke smiled at the nickname.

"At ease," she said, then turned to Lincoln and Octavia, who assumed the same military position.

"Lincoln, Octavia, state your purpose."

"Our purpose is to tell Trikru to stay away from the Field, Wanheda," Octavia said.

"Good. At ease. Jasper, Monty?"

They too used the military stance. "Our purpose, Wanheda, is to provide the wine and moonshine," they said together.

"Yes. Jackson?"

"Get Abby out of medical so the prep team can work on her and Marcus can ask her to dinner, Wanheda," he said proudly. His was the most important job. He also didn't know what Wanheda meant but everyone else was saying it, so he did too.

"Good. Raven, Wick?"

"I make sure there's a clear space by the biggest fire, Wanheda," Raven said, having difficulty standing the same way the others had because of her leg, but she didn't complain.

"I make sure there's a fire," Wick said. His job was kinda boring. "Wanheda," he added after Clarke's stare.

"Good. And our two prep teams?"

Octavia, Raven and Clarke sorted themselves into one while Bellamy, Wick, and Lincoln sorted themselves into another.

"Good. And Marcus? What's your status?"

"I make sure everything goes to plan," he said, swallowing nervously.

"Good. Everyone got the plan?" Clarke eyed everyone in the tent. They were all silent.

"Good. It's four o clock. We begin Operation Proposal in two hours."

Marcus was nervous as hell. This was supported to be easy! This was not supposed to be a ten person team who had spent two days planning.

But it was, and while Marcus was nervous, he was seriously glad for their help. He'd probably have screwed it up big time by now. He sighed, and forced another bite of noodles and cheese down his throat. He really wasn't hungry, but it was four o clock and it was just a light snack before the prep teams at six and dinner at seven.

After that, it was all up to him until he got back to camp.

He didn't touch the rest of his noodles and cheese. He wasn't hungry anyway, and was too nervous to eat.

He paced around his tent, where he had literally been locked in. His prep team had padlocked the zippers on his flaps to a metal something in the ground, so he was stuck here with no contact for the next two hours while everyone else got everything ready.

He sat down and picked up his drawing book and looked at the pictures of Abby.

He got up again.

It went on like this for two hours, Marcus nervously pacing in his tent, only stopping to look briefly at the rings or his drawings of Abby.

Finally, he heard someone unzipping his tent. He looked at his watch- six o clock, right on time. Bellamy, Wick and Lincoln stepped in holding a white dress shirt and black dress pants. They gave it to him.

"Get dressed, and knock three times when you're done," Wick instructed, and Marcus did. They came back in.

"You're helpless with a tie, aren't you?" Bellamy asked humoredly as he did Marcus's bowtie for him. Marcus only grinned.

They scathing in a chair and Wick began doing his hair, while Lincoln shined his dress shoes and put them on him.l, then sprayed cologne on him.

"Can I have those, when you're done using them?" Wick asked Marcus.

"Nah. My shoes are still much too stylish for you," Marcus joked back.

"Alright," Bellamy said. "You're ready. Got the rings?"

Marcus looked at them before putting them in his pocket. "Good," Bellamy said. "She'll be out in a few minutes. Go get her."

Marcus took a deep breath, then, smiling, stepped out of the tent with his prep team in tow. They wished him good luck as he went over to the spot the girls were supposed to bring out Abby.

He didn't have to wait long, as Abby was pushed out by her team. He turned to look at her and everything else ceased to exist.

She had been forced into a laced black long sleeve shirt, the sleeves held down by a band around each of her middle fingers. A gray undershirt covered all the necessary things underneath. Her golden hair was curled perfectly around her shoulders, and her makeup was stunning. She wore plain black leggings and black flats with a golden trim. She spotted Marcus and headed over.

"Wow," she said. "You look... amazing."

"Thanks," Marcus said. "You look even better."

"Thank you," Abby said. "They... uh, said you had a question for me?"

"Yeah," Marcus said, and all his worries melted away as if they didn't exist. Abby was perfect, and he knew that they were going to be forever very soon. "Yeah, I was wondering, would you like to accompany me someplace for dinner, Ms. Griffin?" He held out his arm in a traditional earth gesture he'd read about once.

"Is this to make up for earlier?" Abby asked, trying and failing to hide a grin.

"...Yeah," Marcus said, because he didn't have another excuse for taking her to dinner.

"Alright then," Abby said, taking his arm. She giggled. "Where are we going, Mr. Kane?"

"We," he said, leading her to the gates and getting multiple thumbs-up from his team on the way, "Are going on a short walk to our dinner location, and then we shall have dinner and return to camp. Is that alright?"

He didn't want to take her on a journey she didn't want to go on.

"That would be excellent, Mr. Kane," she said, and they made idle conversation until they got to the original dropship.

"Why are we here, Marcus?" Abby asked, confused.

"There's a surprise," he said. "It's where we're having dinner."

She got even more confused as he led her not to the shop, but to a small wooded area that was glowing faintly.

"Alright, close your eyes," Marcus said. Abby gave him a haughty look but did so anyway. She took Marcus's hand and he led her to their dinner spot.

"Okay, open."

She opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of millions of glowing butterflies. She gasped, taking in the wonderful sight.

"Oh, Marcus," she said, but she didn't know how to finish. She turned to him. "Are you seeing this?"

"Yes," he responded, but he had eyes only for her. Abby giggled as the winged creatures settled on her arms. Her face glowed in the pale blue light, making her look even prettier.

God, he couldn't wait to marry her.

The butterflies flew away, and Marcus sat down Abby on the picnic blanket before sitting himself.

"Would you like some wine?" He asked, pouring her a glass. "Fresh from Jasper and Monty."

Abby laughed. "Where... how did you...?"

Marcus laughed. "I had help."

They started with the pasta salad Bellamy had packed, then moved on to making sandwiches, which turned into a small food fight after Abby threw her tomato at Marcus. He in turn flung chicken at her, and they took turns laughing and throwing food until it was all over the forest floor.

"Now you got pickle juice on my shirt," Marcus said, undoing his bowtie and leaving it hanging around his shoulders. "Thanks."

"Any time," Abby replied, and dug around for more food.

She pulled out the cake.

A delicious, three-layer devil's food chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream icing.

"Marcus," she breathed. "You didn't. You did!"

On the Ark, cake was so rare that Marcus himself had only had it once, one day on Christmas Eve, in the church his mother ran. He was thirteen years old.

"Have you ever had cake?" Marcus asked her. Abby slowly shook her head no, still staring in awe.

"Well, let's rectify that, shall we?" He took the cake from her and cut her a bigger slice than he remembered having when he was thirteen. He put it into her plate but picked up her fork.

"How did you even get cake?" Abby asked incredulously as he cut off a piece with her fork and held it up to her mouth. She made to take the fork but Marcus insisted on feeding it to her.

She relented and took her first bite of cake, moaning with pleasure.

"Oh my god," she said. "What is this magic?" She eagerly accepted another bite.

"Mm," she said. "Oh, Marcus. Marcus you have to try it."

He laughed. "I've had cake before," he said, scooping off some icing and 'accidentally' smearing it on her nose. Her squeals of protest made him laugh harder.

"Marcus!"

"What?" He asked innocently, cutting off another piece of her cake and missing her mouth completely, spilling it onto her cheek and back to the plate. She looked at him.

"Game on," she said, taking his fork and smearing cake around his face, giving him a mustache. She laughed fora good two minutes at his appearance.

"Do I not get to actually eat any cake?" He asked, taking some from the plate with his hand and smashing it in his face. Oh, that did taste good.

Abby couldn't stop laughing, so Marcus picked up more cake and smashed it all around her face.

Then, leaning over to her, he licked her entire face clean. He ignored her attempts to get away and held her down, eventually lying on top of a half-clean Abby. He finished the cake and moved down to her lips, kissing her passionately until her laughter subsided.

He pulled up.

"It's okay," he said. "I just did."

"Fine," Abby said and pushed him off of her. She rolled over until she was lying on top of him. She then proceeded to lick his face clean, making sure that he laughed as much as she had, then kissed him until he broke for air.

"I love you," Marcus said adoringly.

"I know," Abby said and kissed him again. They had a steamy make out session until they were interrupted by the music going out.

"Guess we should go home, huh," Abby said.

"Leave the dinner," Marcus said. "I'll get it later."

They started the ten minute walk home to Arkadia, laughing and talking and sharing kisses. Abby never let go of Marcus's hand.

Once they got through the gate, Marcus directed her to the spot set up by Raven and Wick which was still empty. Unfortunately, it was in the middle of the camp.

Maybe he'd accidentally eaten some of those butterflies, because now they were flying around in his stomach.

They still made conversation around the fire, but Marcus couldn't help notice how fast this Team was gathering around to see his proposal. It wasn't obvious to Abby, but it just served to make him more nervous.

Bellamy finally wheeled his chair over. Marcus knew it was time.

"So then I said to the duck, go quack yourself!" Abby laughed, looking at Marcus. "What's wrong?"

"I have another question for you," he said to her standing up. She followed suit.

"I, uh, I've realized, lately, that you are the most amazing woman in the world. You are," he said, hushing her.

"Abby, you never cease to make me smile. You always make everything a little brighter, more fun and amazing. You make me see the finer points in life. You've changed me.

"On the Ark, I was crude, temperamental, always following the law. When we came down here, that me was gone. After what I did to you, I couldn't stand it anymore. Hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do, and I know I've done it so many times. I'm sorry for that, Abby.

"I want you to know that the way you make me feel is indescribable. I could describe it as uncontainable joy, or awestruck love, or... or... well, I don't know. But it's there. I feel it. I'm not sure if you do. And I'm not sure what true love is like, but I have a good feeling that it's what you make me feel.

"Abby Griffin, you make me the happiest man in the world," he said. "And I don't care if there's not that at many people in the world. All I care about is you, Abby. And everything you do makes me love and care about you so much more, and I am always happy and relaxed around you like never before. Life isn't the same without you. Without love."

Abby looked around and saw that the entire camp was watching them.

"I don't know what true love is, but we can find it. Together."

Marcus pulled out the ring and got on a knee, and a collective gasp went up from Abby and the rest of the camp.

"Abby, will you marry me?"

Abby was crying tears. She wasn't sure if they were from his speech or from happiness.

But she was certain of one thing.

She took a look at Marcus.

"Yes," she breathed, and suddenly there were shouts of joy and happiness and crying and kissing and pure joy as Marcus kissed her fiercely. She was aware of him putting on the ring, and then the bear hugs from Clarke and her friends and Jackson and Sinclair, and a zillion other people from around camp. She was aware of the congratulations.

But she had eyes only for Marcus Kane.

True Love.