Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with The Walking Dead or The Boondock Saints, so please don't sue.

Pairing: This is a little unusual. Hot C/B/M/D/R with a cool minor in Bethyl. Yeeessss indeedy. If you are primarily a TBS fan, enjoy this. Next chapter will see a major shift into Bethyl for a while.

A/N: Ok, so there is a time jump here of about a week. In that time, not much has been going on. Beth and the guys have just been preparing for their journey to search for Daryl and have been enjoying their time together, as will be obvious in this chapter. Beth has also now invited Romeo and Brian Duffy into the "circle of love" – at the specific request of JTM49 (formerly known as Lolasonemanharem). You will have to use your own imagination about how they got to that point, though. Honestly, I have no idea how you go about asking four men into bed at the same time. In YLover's story "The Saints Came Marching In", there was a definite emotional bond between Beth and ALL of the boys, so yeah maybe it's possible – it will be for the purposes of this story, anyway. If you don't like that sort of thing, please don't read. :-)

IMPORTANT: Keep in mind when reading this that any thought of Beth being abused is ONLY in Daryl's head. I don't enjoy, agree with, or condone sexual abuse or abuse of any kind, actually, even where fictional characters are involved. Please R&R to let me know what you think. Thanks!

Of Saints and Georgia Peaches

Chapter 3: Daryl's Unique Point of View

Daryl had been searching as the group circled away from Terminus and Atlanta. Always straining for any sign, any tiny clue, that could point him toward Beth. He had come to accept that she might be gone for good, but that eternally hopeful voice that she had implanted in him just wouldn't let go of the idea that she could be alive. So when he passed behind a particular little blue house on a run for supplies, Daryl noticed them immediately. On the back porch sat a pair of worn boots airing in the breeze. He knew straight away that they were Beth's. He remembered staring at them that night on the porch of the Moonshine shack as they had come down from their screaming emotional purge. He remembered them from when the trap had caught her during their training session with his crossbow.

Daryl's heart leaped at seeing those dirty old boots. Then it sank again as he realized that hers weren't the only set lying in the warm summer air. Four other pairs sat alongside hers. They were all men's boots, and large ones. Daryl remembered Randall's confession from so long ago and what the Governor had done to Maggie. And he certainly remembered the last group of men that he had encountered and what they were capable of doing. As he remembered all these things, especially the brutality of Joe's people and what had almost happened to Carl, Daryl started to panic. He barely managed not to break down the door and rush in to Beth's rescue.

He decided, though, that the best approach to keeping Beth safe would be to try to get her out as quietly as he could, if it was possible. Whoever these men were or whatever they were capable of, it would be better to at least try to stay under their radar as long as possible. Daryl tread silently to the door and tried the knob. The door was locked, of course, but the glass was broken out and, with a little effort, he was able to reach around the shards of glass and unlock the dead bolt. As he worked, he noted that the door had been intentionally rigged so that a walker would have easily knocked out the rest of the glass and sent a warning signal to the occupants inside. Smart.

Once inside, Daryl noted several lookout vantages and bug out bags strategically placed at different easy exits in the house. But no one was standing guard at the moment. "Lucky for me," he thought. But if no one was on guard duty, where were they? Daryl quickly and silently swept the bottom floor of the little house, and then slowly and cautiously climbed the stairs. Halfway up, Daryl began to hear voices. Men and, just briefly, a woman. "BETH," Daryl's voice hissed. The sounds were low and Daryl couldn't make out any of the conversation, but he pinpointed their location as the last room at the end of the upstairs hall. To be safe, Daryl slowly swept the other rooms on the floor and then edged himself carefully into sight of the last doorway while raising his crossbow in preparation to aim.

Suddenly, Daryl couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. For a moment, he could only see red and he was shocked by the depth of his fury. So shocked, in fact, that he ceased to breathe and stilled his movements completely for a moment. The four men in front of him had their hands all over Beth, doing things to her that she couldn't possibly be agreeing to, her body bent to their will. His moment of pause was probably the only thing that saved the men from his white hot wrath. Five more seconds would have found all four men dead before they even knew he had been amongst them. Lord knows they were distracted enough.

But in that one brief moment, he heard something that made his heart stop. Beth moaned. It was a sound he would never have associated with HIS Beth. It was a sound more suited to the women Merle used to bring home during a bender, not the pure innocent young blonde that he knew. But her moan wasn't disagreeable and it wasn't forced out of pain. It was a heated and wanton sound. Passionate and furiously erotic. All of the blood that had just rushed hotly to his head in rage suddenly drew inward. Daryl's hands and legs went cold, his face paled as his heart stuttered, and his vision blurred slightly. It was such an erotic and unexpected sound that Daryl's own cock jumped in response. He was suddenly aroused but, at the same time, his stomach turned. This was Beth. His angelic hopeful little songbird.

Daryl had to reach out and brace himself lightly against the wall while he tried his best to make sense of what was happening. After a brief few seconds Daryl managed to pull it together enough not to fear fainting, but he was still in disbelief. Taking stock of the situation before him, he tried to piece things together, but none of what he was seeing made any sense. He could only look on for the moment and try to hope that what he was experiencing was a hallucination or a nightmare. But he couldn't look away.

Beth was wedged in place between two of the men. The man below her was holding her hips in place while his cock pierced upward into her. The man behind and above her had himself planted securely in her ass. He also had one hand pressing down slightly on the small of Beth's back, making her body arch, while his other was snaked down between Beth and the first man, applying pressure to her clit. Both men were grinding slowly and deeply within her, alternating their push and pull motions, and obviously enjoying the friction and the heat building within the angelic body between them.

Daryl's eyes traveled upward quickly at the sound of another needy moan followed by a heavy sigh from Beth. Her mouth, he found, was otherwise occupied. A third man, this one slightly older, had his fingers knotted in Beth's hair while his other hand held ever so slightly under her chin. This man was standing closest to Daryl and slightly to the side, giving Daryl a perfect view of what was going down. Literally. Daryl watched as the older guy guided Beth's head gently up and down while he pumped his dick into her mouth. The guy would have seen Daryl immediately if he had just turned his head slightly.

A Latino guy standing on the opposite side rounded out the group. Daryl's vision was slightly blocked by Beth herself, but he had a pretty good idea of what was happening. By the motion of Beth's arm, Daryl could tell that she was stroking the Latino in time with the lip service she was applying to the older man. The Latino had one hand reached out, kneading one of Beth's breasts gently, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes screwed shut in an effort to hold himself together a little longer.

Beth was now making more sounds; mewling, sighing, whimpering, and panting as the group worked. The men whispered quietly to her in turn. Daryl still couldn't make anything out clearly, and he could swear that some of it wasn't even English, but it all sounded like gentle words of encouragement and praise. Not instructions or demands.

What? Daryl suddenly realized that all of the action going on before him seemed to be reassuring and guiding. Affectionate, even. These men weren't forcing themselves upon Beth at all. But then how was this happening? It was a foreign concept that Beth may have been willingly fucking anyone, least of all four strange men at the same time. Daryl's brain was rejecting the idea violently. Anxiety rose within his chest as he started to panic. Any arousal that he had felt previously was gone immediately. He didn't really know how he was supposed to react, but he was certain that he should put a stop to all of this. He just had to figure out how to get air into his lungs first and his arms that hung heavily now at his sides refused to comply with his orders to raise the crossbow back up.

Before Daryl could do anything, though, he was shocked further into silent complacency. Beth suddenly pulled back from the older man. His dick made a slight pop as she ripped her lips away from him. She also stopped stroking the Latino. Both of her hands slapped down to the shoulders of the man below her. Beth's head flew back as she gasped achingly toward heaven. Her hips popped erratically between the two men above and below her as she tried to gain purchase on the swelling wave of need emanating from her center. All four men pulled closer to her. All hands touched the blonde firmly and tenderly on her shoulder, her neck, fingers running gently down her spine, hovering above her heart, on her hip, her thigh.

Beth crashed into her orgasm first and it was fierce and long. It seemed that she couldn't get enough oxygen to scream so her body wracked with loud sobs and tears of relief flowed from her eyes as she rode wave after wave of orgasmic energy. Feeling her body clamp down around them, the two men inside her came moments after. Their lithe bodies went rigid, backs arched into Beth as they both came deep within her at the same time. The older man stroked himself to completion as he watched Beth in awe. Daryl noticed that he finished into a towel that had been lying by the bed and not directly on Beth herself. Well, at least that was considerate of the bastard, Daryl thought.

The Latino came last and just as he turned to face away from Beth for his finish, she reached out to his hip and turned him back toward her. The Latino's eyes snapped to Beth's as she reached out and took his dick quickly into her mouth right as he came violently. Instead of shock or embarrassment, Daryl watched as Beth met the Latino's gaze with a heated passion all her own. Beth slowly ground her hips onto the men still seated inside of her and smiled ever so slightly up at the darker man as he finished on her tongue. One of her hands had gone to the knee of the older man and squeezed. She let it rest there as they all came down from their orgasmic highs. Both men inside of Beth slid out gently with matched groans. Beth's body jumped slightly as they withdrew, her body instantly clenching for the lost pressure of both their members. "Easy lass, give it a second an' it'll pass," the man below her said gently. Daryl thought it was odd, but that one looked a lot like Daryl himself. He was much younger, though, with some sort of foreign accent.

"You didn't have to do that." The Latino told her softly, almost shyly, as he drew away from her mouth.

"Wanted to." Beth replied. "Wanted you, too." She said, turning to the older guy and squeezing his knee again slightly with a hint of a frown ghosting her lips. He didn't say anything, just shook his head lightly with a smile and bent down to place a lingering kiss on her forehead.

Somewhere along the way, Daryl's arousal had returned but, instead of pleasure, that fact only served to stoke his anger. The fact that his body was betraying him that way made him want to go out back and blow his own dick off. She's been brainwashed, Daryl automatically assumed. He thought it had to be that, or else she was serving them in order to pay for her safe passage. Either way, what just happened was wrong. Beth could never be a willing participant in what he just witnessed. And it doesn't look like this was the first time for any of that, neither, the voice in his head screamed. Daryl had to get her out, away from these monsters. He could come back and finish them off once she was safe, he decided.

"Y'all 'bout done here?" Daryl spoke quietly, barely above a whisper, while he aimed his crossbow loosely at the group. He didn't know which one would be quickest, so he wanted to keep his options open. He expected a brutal fight. These men looked like they could hold their own. Everyone froze at Daryl's voice and suddenly he had five sets of disbelieving eyes on him. "Everyone back away from the girl and line up over there against the wall. NOW!"

"Daryl." Beth started quietly, but she didn't say anything else. Daryl could hear the tears in her voice, but he wasn't looking at her. He couldn't decipher their meaning. Happiness? Shame? Fear? He couldn't tell, but he promised himself he would figure it out later. He would make this all OK for her, whatever he had to do. She would understand that none of this was her fault and she didn't do anything wrong.

"Come on Beth. Grab your clothes and go downstairs to the back door. Go now!"

"No Daryl, you don't understand."

"Oh? I understand just fine." Daryl spat at the men. "Bunch 'a big men think they can take a pretty young thing like her and just use her up while they can? Best all get in on it at the same time, too, 'cause a tiny little thing like that won't last too long out here." The words that Len had said to Daryl came back instantly and he used them to taunt these men now. These mother-fucking sacks of shit that had dared to abuse his sweet Beth. They had corrupted her and he should make them pay. Right now.

Suddenly Beth's hand was on Daryl's, urging him to lower his crossbow. She was dressed now and looking straight into his eyes. She could see that he was deeply disturbed by what he just witnessed. There was no chance that any of them were going to be able to explain this to him right now. Beth decided quickly that the best plan of action was to get Daryl out of there. Separate him from Murphy, Connor, Romeo, and Duffy and let everyone calm down. After Daryl was settled a bit, maybe she could try to explain and reason with him.

"Don't hurt them, Daryl. If you do, I'll never forgive you." Daryl didn't understand why Beth would want to be protective of these guys, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she meant it.

"Let's just go. Come on, Daryl. Put this thing down and back away. They're not going to follow us. Right, Connor?" She said over her shoulder, but not turning away from Daryl's eyes. Beth knew Connor would understand what she was trying to do.

"Ay, we won' follow ye lass, if that's what ye say needs to happen," Connor said. He trusted Beth's instincts with this man. He heard her call him Daryl and they all knew what she had told them about "her Daryl". If what she said was true, this man would kill for her with no remorse and that meant that they were in a dangerous spot. He could only imagine what Daryl was going through after witnessing what they had done together. Maybe someday they could explain. Make him understand that this was an act of love, not abuse. But for now, they had best let Beth diffuse the situation however she saw fit.

"Wha the fuck? He can' jus leave with 'er. We don't know this fucker!" Murphy chimed in with his usual hot-headed temper starting to flare. The panic in Murphy's voice was also clear to Connor. It was the same panic that he felt in his own gut when he thought about losing Beth, but they were going to have to trust her right now regarding this man.

Connor looked to his brother and conveyed his thoughts the way they did best. The emotions passing across Connor's face told his brother clearly to pipe down and let it be. Connor knew, instinctively, that Beth wouldn't go far. They would find her. She was just trying to get some space between them and this surly hunter of hers until things calmed down a bit.

Daryl didn't remember how he and Beth had gotten downstairs, out of the house, and running deep into the woods. Daryl had watched their backs and listened while covering their tracks as best he could. Now he was pretty sure they were a safe distance away. To be honest, Daryl was now back to feeling faint since some of the adrenaline was wearing off. Everything that had just happened was all within the span of twenty or thirty minutes, tops. The roller coaster of emotions and physical exertion within that time had been taxing. All he knew now was that they were away from danger for a brief moment.

They had stopped in a tiny clearing. It was enough that they could see and hear if something was coming their way, but nestled away enough that they weren't in plain sight. Both Daryl and Beth collapsed to the ground, much the same way they had after they ran from the battle at the prison. After a few moments of catching their breath, Daryl finally glanced over at Beth. He was surprised to find that the look on her face was one of annoyance, not relief or happiness. He just frowned over at her, his face drawing into a fierce scowl as he tried to figure out how those men could have defiled her the way he had seen.

"Daryl, I need to talk to you about what happened today. I just want you to try to hear me. Try to understand. Please?"

"Whatever you need to say, I'll listen. What happened was wrong, but Beth you weren't the one who did anything wrong. They shouldn't have done that to you and I wasn't there to protect you from them. I know you're confused right now, but we'll make it OK again. I swear."

Beth sighed deeply. How was she ever going to sort this out?