Rick, Darryl and Tyrese returned from the vet college without much incident. A few walkers were lurking about in the hallways, but they were promptly shot or stabbed in the head.

Tyrese was surprised he was allowed back in the car. He relaxed. Maybe Rick was too worried about Michonne to take vengeance on him.

He would have been wrong on that score. Rick bided his time on throwing Sasha and Tyrese out. He wanted everyone well so that they could see that he meant business about rent being due when it's due. At the same time, he also wanted to see if this version of Michonne, could 'fuck him' out of throwing people out.

Michonne, Maggie, Karen and Bob did get well, much to most people's relief. Merle didn't give a damn and quietly returned to the common area, once the diseased had been cured.

Michonne took a shower for the first time since her illness, and while wearing a robe, made her way back to her cell with 'Phillip'. It was evening and Rick had turned Judith back over with little fan fare. That made Michonne suspicious, though she could not think as to why. It's just that Rick seemed quiet and things seemed almost like how they had been at the prison in her reality, before the Governor came and messed things up.

She passed by Carl's cell and saw him cleaning a gun. He looked up when he saw her and set the firearm down.

"I'm glad you're better." he called out. Michonne stepped into his cell.

"I'm glad to be better. Thank you for looking after Judith. Rick told me you watched her while he went to get medicine."

"She's my sister. Of course I'm going to look out for her. And Lizzie is crazy." Carl said matter-of-factly. Michonne didn't think that was a smart thing to just run around saying. The first part about Judith being Rick's. But she didn't know what was what in this reality, so she said nothing to that.

Michonne slowly sat down next to Carl on his bunk.

"What do you mean, 'Lizzie is crazy'?"

Carl snorted!

"What she did to dad...and I think she set the fire at Woodbury."

Michonne raised a brow.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because she likes fire. I've tried to tell Andrea and Carol, that she has been stealing people's lighters and getting close to some of the walkers in the blocked off cell blocks. She's been trying to set them on fire to see if they still live. She's crazy." Carl told her.

Michonne nodded.

"I believe you."

"You believe me now?" Carl asked. "Because you didn't when I told you before."

Michonne had nothing to say to that. Clearly, Carl had confided his theory to the other Michonne, who hadn't wanted to hear it, for whatever reason. But there was something about Lizzie, just in the little time she had spent with her, that made her uneasy.

"I had other things on my mind, Carl. I believe you now. You haven't told your father, have you?"

Carl frowned.

"No. Lizzie may be crazy but, Dad can be crazier at times. He'd throw her out of here in a minute. The only reason she's still here is because he listens to you."

Michonne nodded again.

"Okay. I'll take care of it. I think it's time you got off to bed, okay?"

"Will you be in Dad's cell tonight?" Carl asked. Michonne frowned.

"I don't know, Carl. You know, I'm married to someone else."

Carl looked down and nodded.

"Why don't you get ready for bed, okay? I'll bring Judith by to say goodnight." Michonne said, touching his face. She then slowly stood up and left the cell. Lizzie was crazy? Was she crazy in both realities?

Michonne passed by Lizzie's cell but she was not in it. She then walked into the one she shared with the Governor and found him there, putting Judith down. He was wearing that damned robe that needed to be tied tighter.

Michonne cleared her throat and he looked away from Judith and focused on her.

"Finished your shower?" Phillip asked casually. Michonne nodded. She was uncomfortable but for a different reason. She was very well aware that he had nursed her through that illness. And now she felt uncomfortable hating him. He didn't know he was a piece of shit in her reality. Was she being fair to him?

"I never thanked you for taking care of me. When I was sick." Michonne said quietly. "So, thank you."

Phillip walked over to her and rested his hands on her shoulders. Michonne forced herself not to tense up.

"You're my wife, the mother of my child and the woman Iove. Where else would I have been but at your side?" he asked tenderly. Michonne sensed he was going to kiss her and she backed back.

"I'm feeling weak. I'm just going to go to bed. Uh...I forget, do I sleep on the top or bottom bunk?"

Phillip smiled softly at her. He then walked past her and slid the cell door closed! He pulled a key out of his robe pocket and tossed it over on a table!

"We both sleep in the bottom bunk." he said softly. He then reached for her hand and began pulling her towards that bunk!

"Uh...uh...the baby is in here!" Michonne said loudly.

"Honey, she's asleep." Phillip said, now dropping his robe.

Michonne freaked! She ran to the jail door and pressed her face against it.

"HELP! HELP! JESUS!" Michonne yelled.

Phillip pulled her away from the door and turned off the light! Bob appeared at the door.

"What's going on up in here?" he asked, slurring his words.

Phillip peered at him.

"You haven't been drinking again, have you, Bob?"

"No! I'm just still weak from being sick. Hey Michonne! That is you, isn't it? It's kind of dark..."

There was a sheet attached to every cell door for privacy. Phillip drew the sheet, then said good night to Bob, before turning to face Michonne.

"Honey, I want you to stop this foolishness, okay? We haven't been together since you went on that run."

"And that was like a couple of days ago," Michonne argued, "I'm just feeling nauseous, that's all. Maybe tomorrow night."

"If I was Rick, would I have to wait until tomorrow night?!" Phillip suddenly snapped.

Michonne realized that unless she got out of here and found that wavy haze, that had brought her here, she was going to have calm the Governor down, by going along to get along.

"Just hold me tonight, 'Phillip', okay?" Michonne asked, trying to keep her tone light. She then got into the bottom bunk.

Phillip just looked at her for a moment before answering.

"You're going to bed in those pajamas? And who's are they anyway?"

"I found them in a laundry basket." Michonne admitted.

"Well take them off. You know we don't sleep with clothing on." Phillip said crossly.

"I feel a chill."

"I'm holding you tonight, Michonne. You won't feel a chill." Phillip said crossly. Michonne slowly took off the pajamas, then quickly got under the blanket, so that the Governor couldn't get too hard a look at her. If he saw the scar that the other Michonne had, was not on her, how would she explain that? At least it was dark.

Phillip moved to get into the bunk beside her. Michonne tensed up, VERY uncomfortable with this whole thing! But soon, she could tell he had fallen asleep with his arms around her. Michonne drifted off as well.

It was still dark when Michonne was awakened by something. She opened her eyes and found Rick pointing a gun at her.

"Let's go. Get up." Rick ordered in a whisper.

Michonne slowly sat up, gently removing the Governor's arms from around her.

"Rick, the baby..."

"Our baby is with Carl. Let's go." Rick repeated.

"I didn't agree to..."

"But you're fucking him?" Rick asked, indicating the Governor.

"No!" Michonne whispered. "He's just holding me."

"Let's go. I'm not going to ask again and I will kill him right now." Rick threatened. Michonne slowly got out of bed and reached for the cat pajamas.

"Leave those. Why are you wearing Andrea's pajamas anyway?" Rick asked. Michonne's eyes widened. Those were Andrea's?

Michonne got up naked and slowly padded out of the cell, followed by Rick, who followed closely behind with his gun. They arrived at his cell and Michonne moved the sheet aside and stepped in.

Rick didn't close the cell door. He just pointed at the bottom bunk. Michonne slowly walked over to it and got in bed. Rick took off all of his clothes and got into bed with her. Oddly, all he did was wrap his arms around her and drift off to sleep, in a spooning fashion. Confused, but also relieved, Michonne fell fast asleep as well until...

She didn't know what had awakened her exactly. But when she tried to turn, she found she was stuck. Then Michonne realized she wasn't 'stuck', it was like she was caught on something.

She then sat up slightly. Good God!

Rick's cock was inside of her! Sometime during the night, Rick had put himself inside of her and held it there? He felt firm and immovable.

"Rick!" Michonne wriggled, twisting and writhing. Rick propped up on one elbow.

"What are you doing?" Rick had the temerity to ask her.

"What am I doing?! You get that out now! Or I'll cry..."

"Rape? Michonne, what happened was an accident. I just accidentally ended up inside of you while we were asleep. Now stop all of that wriggling around and nothing will happen to you. Keep it up and I'll be forced to fuck. It's as simple as that."

"Rick!" Michonne snapped. He actually felt like he was growing!

Suddenly, Phillip burst through the curtain and clicked on a light! Michonne ducked underneath a blanket! Rick smirked at him.

"Michonne, you left our bed for his?" Phillip asked coolly.

"Actually," Rick replied, "I had to force her here by gunpoint. We had an arrangement and I had to insist that she honor it."

"Phillip.." Michonne said, "I'm just laying here. That's it. I'll be back..."

"Lower the blanket then," Phillip insisted, "because I don't get the feeling that nothing is happening down under there."

Rick suddenly released his proprietary, intimate hold on Michonne, and got out of bed, not bothering to cover himself.

"Get the hell out of my cell! Get out now or you can take your crazy daughter, and yourself and leave tonight!" Rick snapped.

Michonne had had enough of all of this shit! She got out of bed, not caring that she was naked and walked up to the men.

"Phillip, come back to our cell. Rick, if he leaves, I'm going with him." Michonne said. Rick stared at her in disbelief! What was this shit? She had said Philip was a bad man in her reality and now she wanted to share a cell with him?

Phillip turned and left the cell without another word. Michonne started to turn to leave but Rick grabbed her arm.

"Don't go back to his bed, Michonne. I'm warning you!"

Michonne suddenly grabbed Rick's face!

"You are 'warning me'? No one warns me, Rick! I'm trying to keep the peace here! You can't throw people out in the middle of the night! I'm leaving!"

Rick's lips suddenly plundered hers, and he tried to pull her towards the bunk. Michonne found herself unable to resist his lips or touch. She had been shocked but not as horrified as she pretended to be, to awaken and find Rick inside of her. But this 'war' could not go on. Not as long as she was trapped here.

Michonne used all of her will power to push him away, before hurrying from his cell and back to the Governor's.

"We're leaving. I won't have that sonofabitch taking you out of here while I sleep!" Phillip growled.

Michonne closed her eyes.

See him as Rick.

Michonne opened her eyes and her Rick, the one with the two eyes, the one who was gentle and loving and the one that didn't charge rent, stood before her in a blue robe.

"I mean it! We will find our own place! Someplace safe!" 'Rick' was telling her. Michonne slowly walked up to him, cupped his face within her palms and kissed him soundly on the mouth.

That was all the invitation Phillip Blake needed, as a fierce jolt shot through him and he forgot his anger, to answer her now demanding lips. He pulled her to him, welding their bodies together, then hurriedly moved them both so that Michonne was wedged against a wall.

He's Rick. He's not him. He's Rick.

Phillip's mouth continued to hungrily claim hers, while using one of his hands to roughly pull one of Michonne's thighs up and around his backside! He then entered her quickly, and began thrusting within her in rapid succession with machine gun like efficiency!

Rick. Rick. Not the Governor.

Seeing him as Rick, was the only thing that kept Michonne from screaming into his mouth. It was the only thing that allowed her to relax and enjoy the encounter and it was the only thing she could think to do, to quell this 'middle of the night' war, that had started with another Michonne, that was God knows where right now.

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