A/N: I thank all who have reviewed, they have really been great and are keeping me going, so please enjoy these missing scenes to the recent Season Two chapter, please Read & Review.

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Warnings: Violence, Blood and Gore, Bad Language, Tissues

POV: Glenn

There Is No Us

After we left the barn Daryl went to the tent, I'm not sure where his head was at the time, but mine was trying to clear things up with Maggie as I saw her in the chicken coop getting eggs. I headed her way, I walked up to the wire mesh and called her name, she turned and, it was obvious she didn't want to talk to me. "Hey." I called; she got out of the chicken coop ignoring me. "Maggie just talk to me."

She closed the coop door and walked around. "Hey." I tried again, she moved passed me. "Maggie." I called to her back, I wanted to apologize for not keeping her secret, the guys deserved to know the truth, and she needed to know that I was going to tell Daryl everything that had happened between us since our first trip to the drug store. She stopped walking away and turned around to face me.

"Give me your hat." It was an odd request. "You said talk to you, I'm talking to you give me your hat." Not sure what she was planning, but I took it off anyways and handed it to her. I watched her put an egg in it and then moved to put it back on my head, but I was faster as the egg and cap fell on the ground. She looked surprised at my sudden burst of speed. "I'm telling Daryl." I informed her.

"What is it with you, do you hate me or something, you told the group about the barn and now you're gonna tell the hot headed redneck about us."

What gave her the right to call Daryl that, Merle was hot headed, sure Daryl does have a temper, but he knew how to control it. I was tired of Maggie's shit, and I let her know that. "That's it, you know nothing about him, or me, or any of it. And you don't care to know, you want what you want, and I'm sick of it. There is no us and there never was. I've tried to be your friend; you don't seem to want that, so what do you want?" I asked angrily as I picked up my dirty cap off the ground.

"Nothing." She huffed then turned and walked away. I shook my head as I stood there watching her go, there was nothing else I could say or do at the moment, I had to speak to Daryl, that was more important than chasing after Maggie again and figuring out what her problem was now. I turned and saw Carol go into the stables, I looked at the tent where Daryl had been and he wasn't there, I had a feeling of what he might be about to do, I headed to the stables and prayed Daryl could forgive me.

POV: Carl

Not Leaving

After mom and I left the barn she had me sit down and work on my math, I hated math, not that I wasn't good at it 'cause I was I just didn't like it. I was writing my answers, mom sitting next to me watching, I missed Sophia, I missed have friends to play with. I was feeling better now, not in as much pain; turns out I had Beth to thank for that. I may write and color her a thank you card when I'm finished with my school work.

"Does Shane think Sophia's dead?" I asked, thinking about her, made me think of what Shane about leaving this morning at the barn, I didn't want to leave without her, she was my friend. I looked at mom.

"Shane's just scared."

"Of the walkers in the barn?"

"Yeah." I looked at the problem on my note book, but I couldn't concentrate on it.

"Mom, I'm not leaving until we find Sophia. And—I don't want to go even after that." I liked it here on the farm, it was safe here, and I liked these people, I wanted to stay.

"Well, we're not leaving, Carl. You finish those problems." I nodded as I wrote another answer.

"I just think she—she's gonna like it here." I looked at my mom again. "This place, it could be a home." Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a hug as she kissed the top of my head. We pulled away and I got back to finishing my work so I could play.

POV: Daryl

I Don't Know That

I walked to the stables and grabbed a saddle, I wasn't leaving here till I found Sophia, Glenn was off somewhere and I had things to do. Too many things to do for me to just lie around and heal. I threw the saddle on one of the metal tables for the very reason of holding a saddle; I grunted from the effort as pain laced up my side, I took several breaths when I heard Carol walk in. "You can't." She told me.

"I'm fine." I walked over to the reigns.

"Hershel said you need to heal."

"Yeah, I don't care." I moved to one of the stalls and opened it.

"Well, I do." Carol said as she moved behind me. "Rick's going out later, to follow the trail."

"Yeah, well I ain't gonna sit around and do nothing." I informed her as I started to put the reins on the horse.

"No, you're gonna go out there and get yourself hurt even worse. We don't know if we're gonna find her, Daryl. And what about Glenn?" I stopped my movements and turned to look at her as another voice joined the conversation.

"What about me?" I exited the stall and saw Glenn entering the barn.

"He wants to go look for Sophia." Carol explained.

"Daryl, you can't go, you need to stay and get better." Glenn told me, he had worry in his voice, I looked at both of them.

"We don't know, I don't know. Can't lose you too." Carol informed me.

"Daryl, I can't lose you, not like this please don't go." Glenn begged, I was clearly out numbered. And angry; if I hadn't gotten hurt then I'd be out there right now finding her. I dropped the reigns still in my hands and walked to the saddle. I picked it up and threw it, I grabbed my side doubled over as I grunted in pain from that little action. Both Glenn and Carol were at my side, Carol didn't touch me though as Glenn asked if I was okay, and rested his hand on my back. He was worried. I looked at them, I hated this.

"Carol, could you go please, I need to talk to Daryl." Carol nodded tears in her eyes as she left. Glenn moved a crate and had me sit down on it.

"What do you need to say?" I asked, trying to get my anger cooled. The look in Glenn's eyes told me something was wrong, I softened my voice. "Glenn, what's wrong?"

"Daryl, I love you." Glenn said.

"I know." It was the usual reply I gave, that back and forth was comforting to both of us, as he started to explain what had gone down between him and that harlot Maggie.

"I've been trying to figure out how to tell you, but there is no good way, or time, and you deserve to know…Maggie kissed me at the drug store a few days ago." That got my attention as my anger grew again, I was about to speak when Glenn continued. "I pushed her away and told her that you and I, we're together and that I love you. That I could be her friend nothing more." Glenn paused to catch his breath.

"Glenn, you told her right away, its fine." For a second I had been worried he'd cheated on me, but if he told her that he was in a committed relationship then there shouldn't be a problem.

"Wait, there's more." Glenn said before I could stand; now I started to worry. "After you got hurt, and Hershel was working on you, I went to get your clothes. Maggie showed up, and I was in a vulnerable place from almost loosing you. She grabbed me and kissed me again. For a brief moment, I—" There were tears in his eyes as he swallowed and came out with it, I already had an idea of what he was going to say and the only thing I could feel was betrayal. "I kissed her back."

I sat there stunned, I had seen it coming and yet I had hopped I'd been wrong. "Once I realized what I was doing and that it wasn't you I pushed her away and told her it could never happen, that I don't want her, I want you."

I stood up; then turned and started to walk away, I stopped and looked back. "You kissed her, brief or not, you kissed her."

"It was a gut reaction, it didn't mean anything." Glenn said pleading his case, tears in his voice.

"I could've died and you were kissing her." My voice rose as all that betrayal from past relationships and everything I thought we had, that made Glenn special started to vanish and it hurt, worse than any physical wound I could've ever received. "Gut reaction or not, for a moment you wanted her, didn't you?" I asked, I shouldn't have but I needed to know where we stood.

He swallowed hard as he nodded unable to voice his answer. "I liked you, I cared about you, I wanted this baby, and you threw all that away 'cause you kissed that bitch!" I was in his face as I screamed at him; those tears in his eyes fell as he just took it. I backed off as I calmed myself down before I spoke again. "I can't be with you right now, I'll pack my things, and you can sleep in the tent. As of this moment I am nothing but that baby's father. You and me, we're done." There was a gravel edge to my voice on the tail end of that sentence.

I turned and walked away, I heard Glenn's tear filled voice call out to me. "I love you, Daryl."

I craned my neck to look at him for a second as I spat. "I don't know that." Then stormed out, I could hear his sobs as I continued to walk away, not looking back, the feeling of betrayal to raw for me to forgive him at that moment. The boy that was going to teach me to read, that was having my baby, that I had fooled myself into believing loved me, kissed that whore.

I knew it, the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she nothing but trouble. How could I compete with her, I was just a hick from nowheresville, I couldn't read, I couldn't even say the three most important words; it was no wonder he kissed her. Tears filled my own eyes as I tried to fight them off, tears of anger and anguish, betrayal, rage and sorrow at losing the best thing that had ever happened to me. I headed to the lake at the far end of the farm; I needed to cool off before I spoke to anyone else.

POV: Dale

Dangerous

I had gone for a walk to think, I knew Shane was going to do something foolish, he was still at the barn keeping watch over the door. As I returned to the R.V. Glenn was standing up there, looked like he'd been crying from how red and splotchy his face was. "Andrea's looking for you." He informed me as I got closer, he wasn't wearing his cap which was also odd, something had clearly happened and when I had the time I may talk to him about it.

"Thank you, Glenn." I told him.

"Any chance you got an extra hat?" Glenn asked me.

I shook my head. "Nope." I took mine off and threw it up to him. He caught it keeping one had on the barrel of the sniper rifle that he used to maintain his balance.

"Thanks." He said as I walked into the R.V. I also heard some sniffling but there's a chance that nothing was wrong and it was just hormones, which is a big possibility 'cause he's pregnant. Andrea was loading and cocking a gun as I entered, she looked at me.

"Going off with Rick to look for Sophia." She informed me as she put the pistol in the back of her jeans.

"I thought he was talking with Hershel."

"He is. We're gonna go after. I'm headed to the barn in the meantime. Shane wants a watch duty down there." She grabbed her bag and placed it on her shoulder.

"Does Rick?"

"Why wouldn't he?" I knew how she was feeling about Shane, but Shane wasn't our leader, Rick was. I didn't trust Shane, but I couldn't tell Andrea what to do she wasn't my daughter, at least she had seemed to have forgiven me for what went down at the CDC.

"Are you only getting yours?" I asked motioning with my head to the guns. She looked at them then me confused by my question. "I don't know what's going on with you and him."

"Him?"

"Shane."

"Dale." She sighed as she looked at the floor.

"It's not my business. All that matters to me is that you—you may not really know him." I rememberd the threat he made to me yesterday, it was clear he had no problems with killing and that bothered me, as well as frightened.

"We don't need to do this. You and I are finally—"

"It's important."

"I get it, you don't like him."

"It isn't that." It wasn't that I didn't like him, I didn't trust him, I knew what kind of man he was, what he was capable of.

"Then what is it?" Andrea asked as she rolled her eyes, hands on hips as she waited for an answer.

"Is that how you want to be? Like him?" I hoped not but she was already displaying his attitude on things, all shoot first ask questions never and don't think about the consequences.

She shrugged as she answered. "He's not a victim." He wasn't a victim no, he was much worse. I looked out the window.

"You don't know him." I just wanted to protect her, in some ways she was very naïve, and I didn't want her to get hurt.

"Dale, I need you to stop. You spend so much time watching me, looking out for me." I held my hand out to stop her.

"You want to beat me up anytime I show any concern. Go ahead, I'm done." I was tired of her always pushing me away, and yet she talked to Shane, wanted to be with that man. I was tired of fighting her, I was giving up.

"I'm not beating you up, Dale. I'm okay, really, things are…different." There was nothing I could say to that, I just knew that Shane would not let this barn thing go; he won't try to talk about it, he'll want to take action.

"You got your gun." I said to end the conversation.

"Okay." She said softly then walked passed me and out the R.V. I looked at the bag of guns; I had to take care of them.

"You okay?" Glenn asked from the roof.

"Yeah." Though from the sounds of it I should've been asking him that, and if I wasn't preoccupied with figuring out where to take these guns I would have. Then an idea hit me, the one place we hadn't checked for Sophia yet, was the swamp area and I knew it would be the perfect place to bury a bag of guns. But I couldn't let Glenn see where I was headed in case Shane came looking for them to take action.

"You mind running, and getting me some water?" I asked of Glenn. "I just—need a second." I muttered to myself.

"You'll keep watch?" Glenn asked. I didn't answer I was figuring out the best way to get to the swamp. "Dale?"

"Yeah sure." I zipped up the bag and grabbed the straps. As I heard and then saw Glenn walk off to get that water for me, I put the bag in a trash sack from under the sink; I grabbed my riffle slinging it on my back and then left for the woods and where I remembered the swamps being on the map. I needed to keep these guns out of Shane's hands; he was dangerous, more dangerous than the walkers in the barn.

POV: Hershel

It's About You

I walked into the kitchen where Maggie was shucking peas. "Hi, honey." I greeted as I grabbed a mug and poured myself some coffee. I turned and faced her while she continued to work on dinner. She had been there when Rick had been trying to convince me to let his group stay, I couldn't trust them, they were too dangerous and whatever was going on between Maggie and that Asian boy, I didn't want to know at the time.

"Carl doesn't need any more of my help." I told her.

"So that's it?" Maggie asked, she was a good girl, hardheaded and a little selfish, but nine out of ten times she over comes that and does what's right.

"Rick was trying to make his case." I explained as I sat down on the stool at the island. "It'll be hard; they'll have to be careful. But he was being dramatic." She picked up the cutting knife and started to chop up parsley. "They're a strong group; they've done well on their own." I hadn't really believed that his wife was pregnant; I believed at the time that he was saying that for me to agree to let them stay. I couldn't let myself be suckered into something that could've been a huge mistake.

Maggie worked as I continued. "They're just gonna have to go out and find their own farm. There's plenty of them now to choose from."

She finally spoke. "There aren't, every one of them nearby is burned out or full of walkers." That was the first time I heard that term from my own daughter, and it surprised me.

"Walkers?" I asked as I put my hand on my hip, a tilt to my head waiting for an explanation to that. She didn't speak, I did. "So we just keep these people here forever? How are they my responsibility?" I asked.

Maggie had an answer for that one. "A new command I give to you: Love one another as I have loved you. That's what you told me, right?" She had quoted to me, and I didn't like it 'cause she was right, she continued. "I was mad about mom. Mad about you marrying Annette. I was fourteen years old and I was awful, to you more than anybody. All I wanted to do was smoke and shoplift. Love one another, that's what you told me."

"Maggie. That was different."

"No. You're different."

"I am. But we're not. I love you. That's part of this. Is this about you and the Asian boy?" I finally asked, 'cause I knew something had been going on between those two.

She looked at me, not answering. "What about his friend, the one with the motorcycle?" I asked.

"No, they're nothing, friends." She sighed. "His name is Glenn. He saved my life yesterday when one of the people you think is sick tried to kill me." She explained. "How's that for dramatic?" So here's what I've been informed about. Glenn and the redneck are just friends, and not gay like I had thought, and one of the sick had almost killed my daughter. "Things aren't what you think they are. They aren't. Don't do this." She begged for them. I didn't answer her.

"Okay? It's not about me and Glenn. It's not about me and you. It's about you. It's about who you are, who you're gonna be." Before I could comment on that as I saw unshed tears in her eyes all motion with the food had stopped as we just looked at each other, than Jimmy came in calling my name.

He ran up to us. "It happened again." He informed me. I stood up then and headed out to get Rick; if he and his people were going to stay here they had to live by my rules, and that means to help me get those sick out there into to the barn.

POV: Shane

Rising Anger; Missing Strength

I stayed at the barn keeping watch after Rick left, he'd just told me that Lori was pregnant, while I had congratulated him, inside I'd been congratulating myself. I knew it was my baby, Lori and I had been having sex for weeks before Rick suddenly showed up, so it had to be mine.

Andrea came a little later to relieve me, saying Rick had to help Hershel with something so she'd take watch till he got back. I left then to find Lori, it wasn't difficult I saw her cutting up carrots, using a tree stump as a cutting board, sitting on a crate as she worked on making lunch.

I walked up to her police cap in my hands I was thinking how to approach this, I didn't give it much thought, all I knew was that Rick was never there for her, I was, that he couldn't be the father. I crouched down in front of her the stump between us as she continued to cut and throw them in a pot on the ground.

"I thought he was dead." I told her, I didn't think he would survive, he was in a coma, people were being shot and walkers were headed our way; I didn't think he'd make it.

"Shane, I don't—" She started but I interrupted.

"Then when he came back, right then, right there, you see I wished he was." She paused in her chopping and looked at me and I continued to explain. "Not—not because you wouldn't be mine, but because I knew that sooner or later he would be dead." She looked into my eyes and didn't say a thing. "See Rick, he ain't built for this world, not for what it is now."

"You're wrong. You're wrong." Lori told me.

"Lori, how many times has he saved your life?" I asked. "I just—I want to know how many times because by my count, I've saved your life on four different occasions and that's Carl's too. So I just want to ask you, how many times had Rick saved your life?"

She pointed with her knife in the distance as she spoke of the past. "That night at the camp. That night at the camp after the fish fry."

"No, no, no, see, no." I stood as I played with my cap. "That was me too. You see, Rick, he showed up late because he went on a suicide mission over nothing." She pushed her hair back out of her face as I continued. "Yeah, he joined in, but see, we wouldn't have been in that situation if he hadn't left because he felt that he needed to leave to save a drug dealer. And so we lost Amy and we lost Jim. We lost—" I crouched again putting my hands on the stump and then said it, the reason for my presence at that moment. "Rick told me." I looked into her eyes.

"Told you what?" Lori asked confused.

"And I know the reason why you didn't is because you know it's mine." Lori realized what I was taking about.

"It's Rick's."

"Okay. You know, we carried on quite a bit before Rick got back, Lori it's mine. You know it is."

"You're wrong."

"You know it is."

"You're wrong, you're wrong." I looked back at her as she leaned forward. "I'm sorry, Shane, I'm sorry. But even if it's yours, it's not gonna be yours. It's never gonna be yours and there's nothing you can do to change that." I stood back up.

"I don't need to." I walked away then, no matter how much she denied it that baby was mine, it was part of me I was sure of it. And I just had to get her to see that. But first her and Carl needed to be safe and they would never be safe as long as there was a barn full of walkers.

I was passing the fire wood we'd chopped and collected, where Carl was laying against one of the logs reading. "Hey, Shane." Carl called to me. I stopped and looked at him as he started to stand. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

I walked back and asked. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I know you think Sophia's dead and that we should stop looking for her. But that's—that's bullshit."

"Hey, man, watch your mouth." I told him not liking his tone or his language.

"We're gonna stay here until we find her." He was brave standing up to me, I loved this kid, I cared about him and I knew that he looked up to me.

"You think that's what we should do?" I asked him.

"It's what I know we should do." I nodded and shrugged.

"Then we stay." He nodded, I went on. "That means we got to do whatever we got to do to make that happen. Hmm?" I asked, 'cause I knew now what I had to do.

"Like help out with chores?" He asked. I put my hand on his shoulder resting my thumb on his clavicle and just rubbing the skin there as I bent down and spoke to him. There was an electric charge, I felt like it was between us, me and Carl, it was weird all that muscle strain and pain I'd been feeling and taking pills for was suddenly gone.

"Yeah, that's right and don't give your mom a hard time." I told him.

"Carl. Come here a minute." Lori called as she was wiping the knife on a cup towel.

"Why don't you go see what your mom wants? Hmm?" He nodded. "Go on." I let him go and as he headed off I called to him. "Hey, Carl." He craned his neck to look back at me. "Don't let me hear you talk like that again." I told him. He nodded then continued on to his mom. I noticed he was moving slower than before and looked to be in a bit of pain. Something was off, I could feel it, but I didn't know what, I didn't have time to think on it much as I headed to the R.V. for the bag of guns to take care of the walkers in the barn.

As I got to the R.V. Glenn spoke from the roof. "S'up?" I didn't answer as I stormed inside looking for the bag of guns. I made a promise to Carl, and I was going to keep it by making this farm safe once and for all.

I looked under the table, the small closet checking the little nooks and crannies; I flipped the bed, looked at all the surfaces then walked back into the kitchen area. Checked the passenger seat still no bag of guns, I realized they weren't here. I walked in front of the sink and slammed the counter the sink was in hard, I expected it to dent or splinter, possibly rattle real loud. What actually happened was nothing, I didn't hurt it at all, it was as if my super strength had suddenly vanished and that's when it clicked. All this time, the pain I'd been in was 'cause of it, my strength, I was too strong, my muscles weren't doing well under the strain. But the question was, where did it go, I was too angry at the lack of guns to continue that line of thinking as I got back to the matter at hand, as I realized who took them.

"Son of a bitch." I muttered, and then left the R.V. in a huff, I stopped passed the hang over to look up at Glenn, who was sitting on the roof with the sniper, he sniffled as if he'd been crying; I didn't give a damn about his emotional state as I asked. "You see where he went?"

Glenn looked at me. "Who?" He asked seemingly confused, I didn't buy it.

"Don't even try to shit me, okay?" I snapped at him.

"What?"

"Dale, Glenn." I clarified for the dummy. "Did you see where Dale went?" I asked as I turned around looking at camp not seeing any signs on where the old fucker might be.

Glenn stood sniper in hands as he answered. "Yeah, he asked me to run and get him some water. He said he'd cover me on watch."

"And he was gone when you got back, huh?" I asked as all the pieces clicked.

"Yeah. You think he's okay?" Glenn asked worried.

"Oh, he's fine."

"Why'd he bail then?"

"So you wouldn't tell me which way he went."

"I don't get it." Glenn said confused and curious.

"No, bitch, you don't." So up until that point I'd been keeping my homophobic tendencies at bay but that anger at Dale and Lori denying that child to be mine had all those feelings coming to the surface. I didn't care that Glenn was pregnant, I didn't believe it, so yeah I called him what he was, a bitch. Daryl's little bitch to be precise. I walked away ignoring the gasp I heard when I had thrown it at him. Things between us started going downhill from there. I headed for the woods to track down Dale and the bag of guns so I could get this group situated proper and take out all those geeks in the barn.

It didn't take long to catch up to Dale, I tracked him into the swamp, and he was leaning the guns against one of the trees as he adjusted his riffle when I caught up to him. I saw he had a hammer and nail with him, probably to make a sign so he could find the hidden bag later, I interrupted him. "Man, this is a good hiding place." He looked at me. "We ain't been in the swamps much, huh?" He bent down to put the tools back in the bag.

"Imagine if you applied your tracking skills to finding Sophia." Dale said as I walked around the water between us.

"How about you just give me that bag, huh?" I suggested as he was putting the guns in a trash sack.

He looked at me. "I'm not gonna do that." So my scare tactic yesterday didn't take, well looked like I'd just have to scare him again.

"Yeah you are, Dale. Unless, well, you do have that rifle over your shoulder." I gave him an option.

"You gonna shoot me like you did Otis? Tell another story?" I chuckled.

"No, man. Hell, when you really look at it in the cold light of day, you're pretty much dead already." He looked into my eyes, probably wondering if I was lying or not, I wasn't. "Just give me the guns, do it now."

He pointed to the sack as he asked. "You think this is gonna keep us safe?"

"Mm-hmm. I know it is."

"Rick is trying to get Hershel—" I was done discussing this, I interrupted.

"Dale, shut up. Just shut up and give me the guns." He set the sack against the tree again, took his rifle cocked it, set his hands on it to use as he faced me head on.

"Am I gonna have to shoot you? Do I have to kill you? Is that what it's gonna take?" He aimed his rifle at me. I chuckled again, I couldn't believe this, Dale didn't have the goddamn balls to shoot me and I knew it.

"Eh." I moved forward and he set his riffle against his shoulder ready to fire. I continued to move until the barrel of the gun was against my chest. "Yeah. That's what it's gonna take." I told him calling his bluff. He lowered his gun; I could see the defeat in his eyes.

"This is where you belong, Shane."

"How's that, Dale?" I asked a little confused.

"This world, what it is now, this is where you belong." Dale hoisted his rifle back on his shoulder, and then continued. "And I may not have what it takes to last for long, but that's okay." He bent down and picked up the sack of guns in his arms. "'Cause at least I can say when the world goes to shit I didn't let it take me down with it." He thrust the sack against my chest; I took it with a smirk on my face."

I put the guns under my arm. "Fair enough." I said; then started heading back to camp. Leaving Dale where he was standing, angry and pissed at me. I took the sack off throwing it on the ground then swung the bag of guns on my shoulder as I got out of the woods and headed for the porch where everyone had congregated.

POV: Carol

You're Better Than That

I'd seen Daryl leave the barn; he had tears in his eyes and an angry stride as he headed to the lake on the other side of the farm. I continued to hang up clothes when I saw Glenn walk out, he had red rimmed eyes and tear stains as he went to the R.V. to get cleaned up I assumed, he then got on top to keep watch. Andrea walked up and asked Glenn where Dale was, he didn't' know, she headed inside the R.V. probably to get ready for when Rick returns, 'cause then they're gonna go out looking for my daughter again.

I was starting to give up hope of ever finding her. I finished the clothes and walked to get some things to help Lori make dinner, I got back when I saw and heard Shane looking for Dale after I saw Rick and Hershel walk off to the woods. I didn't hear them, but Glenn was gasped and started to cry after something Shane said as he walked away. I thought I might tell Daryl so he'd take care of it, Daryl is protective of Glenn. It wasn't long after Shane left that Daryl walked up to me. He didn't speak to Glenn as he said he wanted to show me something, I stopped what I was doing and followed him back to the lake, I had mentioned Glenn and he threw it off, I reminded silent after that.

"You see it?" Daryl asked as we got closer.

"See what?" We walked around the weeds and bush there as he pointed to the white Cherokee rose's. We stopped in front of them, they were beautiful.

"I'll find her." He promised, but the question I had was why, out of everyone here he was looking the hardest and it made no sense why.

I didn't say anything for a few minutes and he spoke up again. "Hell, I'm sorry about what happened this morning." He'd been gruff and blown me off, it had been clear he hadn't wanted me around when Glenn had shown up.

"You wanted to look for her. Why?" I finally asked as I looked at him. I explained my reason for wanting to know. "This whole time I've wanted to ask you."

"'Cause I think she's still out there. And if I can find here then I'll know." He didn't elaborate.

"Know what?" I asked hoping he'd tell me.

"That I won't be like my old man, that I can be a better father then him." That was the first time Daryl ever opened up to someone other than Glenn.

"What happened between you and Glenn?" I knew it was none of my business but Glenn was hurting and even though Daryl was hiding it, he was hurting as well.

"He cheated on me." He said as he looked away. I placed my hand on his shoulder, but he jerked it away, I backed off some.

"Sorry, sorry, did he sleep with someone?" I asked; he shook his head wiping at the tears that had gathered in his eyes. "Then what did he do?"

"He kissed Maggie." He spat her name like it was a curse.

"Did he tell you this, or did you see it?"

"He told me. Said he never meant for it to happen and maybe he didn't, the thing is, he wanted her. For a moment in that kiss he wanted it."

"Daryl, we all want things, we usually regret what we want. But if he told you about it, then maybe it's possible that he wants you more." He looked at me then. "Just think about it, and give it sometime, don't slam the door on him just yet. You're better than that." I moved then to touch the flower for a moment, I looked at him as he watched me. I walked closer to him, and gingerly kissed his cheek before moving to headed back to camp.

POV: Maggie

Confrontations

I was walking down the dirt road with a basket of vegetables I'd collected to make dinner, after the talk with dad I didn't have enough, so I'd left to get more, Glenn was sitting on top of the R.V. keeping watch, no one else seemed to be around, I didn't know where they were and I really didn't care. "Maggie." Glenn called from his position, I glanced at him as he stood up to get my attention; I continued walking. "Hey." He tried again, I chose to ignore him. He got off the R.V. and headed for me.

He ran up to me as he called my name a couple of times I continued to ignore him. "Maggie, just stop for a second."

"You talked about it, you told Dale, fine. I asked you, I told you. I just asked you for one thing, one thing." I yelled at him.

"I couldn't do it." He was about to say more, but I interrupted loudly.

"My dad's gonna kick you guys out now, he told me." I didn't want them to go, I liked Glenn, and wanted him, I was jealous that Daryl had him. That's what it boiled down to, I was jealous of what Daryl had and I wanted it.

"No, Rick's gonna work something out with your dad. Okay? I had to tell them."

"You did not." He grabbed my hand stopping all motion and forcing me to look at him.

"No, I did." He took the basket from me and placed it on the ground, then stood and I finally took in his appearance, the shaking hands, the red rimmed eyes and splotchy face, he clearly had been crying. This knowledge didn't let him off the hook as he continued to explain himself. "I had to tell them, 'cause I forgot, yesterday at the Pharmacy I realized, they're dangerous. I don't care if their sick people or dead people they're dangerous. You're my friend; I don't want you in danger any more than the rest. So I hate to blow your dad's big secret, but I'm sick of secrets. Secrets get you killed. And I'd rather have you pissed off at me and alive than liking me and dead. So that's why I told them." He had said his peace, so he turned and started walking away.

"Hey, walker bait." I called to him. I wanted to know what had happened, why he seemed so sad.

"Don't call me that." He said as he looked back at me.

"Okay, Glenn." I walked up to him. "What happened?" I motioned to his face that had remnants of sorrow.

"I told Daryl what happened between us and he broke up with me." He spat at me clearly hurt, and yet I couldn't stop the small smirk that peaked up before I got it controlled, though I think he saw it. He shook his head. "Forget it Maggie, I'm going to do all I can to get back in his good graces." He turned and started to walk away again when then stopped and faced me anger coming to the fore front as he put me in my place. "You just don't get it, I love him Maggie. I had a choice to make, you or him. Maggie, I'll always pick Daryl, you lose. So please stop playing this game. I want you as a friend, nothing more." I got the message loud and clear, if I didn't back off I'd lose having Glenn in my life period, I didn't want that. I had to fix this, he was clearly broken hearted about Daryl ending their relationship and it was all on me, my actions, my selfish desire, and Glenn was paying for it, 'cause he's a good guy.

"I'm sorry Glenn, I wanted you; I won't deny that. But while you have every right to hate me, you don't, you still want to be my friend. I'll back off, and let you be with Daryl, I had no right to get between you two and I'm sorry for the pain I've caused both of you." I was going to kiss his cheek in friendship but he pulled away, I understood, he had to fix things with Daryl and so I just nodded, picked up my basket and headed to the house.

As I got there I saw Patricia giving Carl Advil for some muscle pain he was having. Beth took the vegetables and started to put them away, dinner could wait, as we walked onto the porch to enjoy some time with our new friends.

Patricia and Carl sat at the table on the porch and started playing a bored game while Beth watching. I sat next to Glenn on the steps; he had decided to enjoy some company instead of being alone on the R.V. It was a comfortable silence between us. I understood now, that Glenn really loved Daryl, and since he was willing to be my friend even after everything I'd done to screw up his relationship with Daryl, I was willing to let him go. He looked silly with Dale's hat on, seeing as I'd got his messed up with eggs and dirt.

"You look like you should be in line for the early bird special." I teased. He had stopped crying and was cleaned up, his eye were still red rimmed as he looked at me. I took the hat off him. "Go get your cap I'll wash it for you, okay?" I told him.

He ran his hand through his hair and stood to get it when T-Dog and Andrea walked up to us. "Do you know what's going on?" T-Dog asked.

"Where is everyone?" Andrea asked.

"You haven't seen Rick?" Glenn asked as he faced them.

"He went off with Hershel. We were supposed to leave a couple hours ago." Andrea explained.

"Yeah you were what the hell?" Daryl asked as he walked up with Carol and joined the conversation, they were just returning from the lake.

"Rick told us he was going out." Carol chimed in.

"Damn it, isn't anybody taking this seriously?" Daryl asked angrily, then he took in Glenn's appearance as he walked up to him, he almost touched him but then looked at me and dropped his hand as he turned his attention to our current problem. I felt all kinds of low when I saw the hurt look that Glenn quickly covered up, it was all my fault and I had no idea how to fix it. "We got us a damn trail." He turned throwing his arm out in the direction of the woods. Shane was walking up then with the bag of guns.

"Oh, here we go." Daryl said as he walked out further while we all waited at the porch. "What's all this?" Daryl asked as Shane walked up with a shot gun in one hand and the bag of guns slung on his back.

"You with me, man?" Shane asked him.

"Yeah." Daryl agreed as he took the shot gun and cocked it. I didn't know what was going on.

"Time to grow up." Shane told us. He looked at Andrea. "You already got yours?"

"Yeah, where's Dale?"

"He's on his way."

"Thought we couldn't carry." T-Dog questioned as he took a pistol from Shane.

"We can and we have to." He faced the rest of us as Carl, Beth and Patricia joined us from the porch. "Look, it was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe. But now we know it ain't." Shane walked up to Glenn. "How about you man? You gonna protect yours?" He glanced at Glenn's stomach and I was clueless at what he meant. Daryl started to move to get between them, so it was obvious he still cared for him even though he'd broken up with him 'cause of me.

Glenn held out his hand though to stop him as Shane held out a shot gun for him, Glenn took it. Then he turned to me and asked. "Can you shoot?"

I'd had enough of this Rambo shit. "Can you stop? You do this, you hand out these guns, my dad will make you leave tonight." I told him.

Carl spoke up as he walked down off the porch. "We have to stay, Shane."

Lori showed up then from around back. "What is this?"

"We ain't going anywhere, okay?" Shane said as he set the bag of guns on the ground and stood back up. "Now look, Hershel, he's just gotta understand. Okay? He—well, he's gonna have to." Shane walked up to Carl. "Now we need to find Sophia am I right?" He knelt in front of him. "Huh? Now I want you to take this." He held out a six shooter for Carl.

"You take it, Carl, and you keep your mother safe. You do whatever it takes. You know how. Go on, take the gun and do it." Lori walked up to him and pushed Carl back away from Shane.

"Rick said no guns; this is not your call. This is not your decision to make." Lori hissed at him.

"Oh shit." T-Dog suddenly voiced, we all turned to see what he was looking at. We all saw Jimmy clapping and calling to the walkers that Rick and my dad were behind pushing to get to the barn, much like Otis use to do before we lost him.

"What is that?" Shane asked as he started to run in their direction. The rest of us ran after him.

"Shane!" Lori called to get him to stop, and I kept asking him to wait, but he wouldn't listen, as Shane got the barn and stopped them, it got worse from there.

A/N: As we're at the half way point for this story, from now until the end you may ask questions about the up coming season and the story for the missing scenes between seasons 2 and 3. I will try to answer them without giving to many spoilers but if I can't, I will let you know so you can ask another question. I may leave out some details so you don't know to much but hopefully give you enough to keep on reading. Enjoy, and thanks for reading, for all the comments and kudos, you all have been fantastic.