A/N: Hi frands and folks! So sorry for the delay. My work life has been hell, so I haven't had a chance to write much. This chapter is a bit of friend filler, with some big changes for our dear friend Glenn. As always, I'd like to thank everyone for reading and contributing to this fun experience. Writing for pleasure has been a tremendous gift to my life. A few fun adventures are in store for our dear Michonne and I'm excited to share those in the coming chapters. Sorry for the long wait, but without more preamble- the story goes on. -My best, My Worst, AZ

It had been three weeks since her Monday visitor showed up and Michonne had gotten back into the rhythm of her life. John had departed a week prior for Tokyo after they had enjoyed a Friday adventure at the High Museum and a Sunday adventure in bed binge watching Frontier. John hated the show but conceded because Michonne made a strong case to see it through and kept justifying the terrible storyline and bad acting by just stated "But Jason Momoa" as though that would explain away the sheer depth of abysmal the show was. After he departed a few days later, Michonne got back to her routine. She went for a run on morning she wasn't closing too late a work the night prior. She even decided when the summer was over to give a couple shifts up so she could take a painting course. The relief from her banning Rick from the bar was also helping. She knew that he had talked to Carl too, since Carl called her to apologize for being a two-timing snake and trying to put them together. Michonne agreed to see Carl only at the end of Rick's punishment to which Carl acquiesced. His father had explained to him that he made Michonne feel betrayed and he was actually really pissed at him, but gave him a pep talk about being brave for saying sorry. Sometimes Michonne wondered who the adult was and who the kid was.

With all the guys and drama out of her hair for some time, Michonne decided to go out dancing with Sasha and Rosita. Decked out in a leather skirt and matching leather boustier, Michonne met her friends at the bar. Rosita was sporting tight cut-offs and a black crop-top, while Sasha rocked leather pants and a corset. Abraham saw the ladies and whistled.

"Well hello ladies. Y'all look like Charlie's Hells Angels." he remarked.

"You sure I can't come? Don't want any boys steppin where they shouldn't." Sasha shot him a death look to which he just raised his hands in defeat and returned to his work.


Michonne with a new pep in her step gyrated to the beat of the electro music dancing with her friends, without a care in the world. After a few hours of sweating and giving her boots a nice work out she decided to take a minute at the bar when she noticed a familiar set of eyes glancing in her direction. Before she could respond the familiar voice of Daryl broke her out of her staring contest.

"Chonnie! Didn't think you came to these anymore." he remarked giving her the once over. Stopping at her eyes he asked "Who you here to impress?"

"Daryl" she said giving him a 'what' look. "I'm here with Rosita and Sasha to just dance."

"Girl, you're about to start a fire here, cuz you look hot." he remarked. She loved Daryl for being her hype man sometimes. "Why are you here? I thought Jesus didn't like you coming to this night since you can't behave yourself."

"He's here. I came to cheer my boy up." He said, not needing to note which 'boy' he was referring to. "Y'all good?" he asked.

"We are fine. He's still banished from the bar for another week or so."

"That was cold Chonne." Daryl said. "Daryl, you are fucking with me or you're drunk."

"A whole month. That's a long time 'sall I'm sayin'" He offered shrugging.

"Well it could have been forever, but I was feeling pity since he actually apologized. Took him a year, but who's counting." Daryl just nodded at Michonne understanding that it wasn't his place to defend Rick.

"Let me buy you a drink at least since I'm also a huge asshole." to which she agreed. Sasha and Rosita found Michonne and Daryl chatting. Glancing around they saw Rick and Jesus having a conversation at one of the tables. Rosita excused herself to go say hello to the two guys while Sasha and Michonne exchanged knowing looks.

"Chonnie, can you at least go say hi to my baby Jesus? He's missed you." Daryl offered. Another meddling asshole, but Michonne actually loved Jesus and so she said fine.

At the table Rick watched Michonne walk over, Daryl and Sasha on her heels. Michonne met his eyes for a moment before sliding over and smiling at Jesus who beamed at Michonne and Sasha.

"Ladies. You look like the right kind of distraction in this hellhole." Jesus remarked offering up a seat in the booth. Sasha sat first to create some distance between Michonne and Rick who slid over watching Jesus and Michonne gab it up with Rosita. Rick felt a bit awkward in the moment and mused if this is half of what Michonne felt when he had Jessie at her bar. He just felt out of place. Daryl picked up his sour mood and offered to get drinks for the table asking Rick to accompany him to the bar.

"Why does this feel so shitty?" Rick asked as they waited for the shots Daryl ordered. "Cuz you're a fuck up and now you're feeling bad for yourself. Plus she looks happy without you."

Rick milled the words over as they headed back to the table. The foursome were chatting and laughing without a care in the world as they passed around the drinks. After a hearty cheers, Michonne announced she was headed back to the dancefloor. Sasha shook her head no, but Jesus got out of the booth, giving Daryl and smooch and Rosita followed. Daryl begrudgingly went out after being summoned by Jesus, leaving Sasha and Rick at the table.

"Hey Sasha" Rick said watching his friend smile at the shenanigans on the dancefloor. "Hey Rick. Surprised to see you here."

"Daryl's doing. Carl's with Lori so I had a night off." He offered. "How is Carl?" Sasha asked to which responded well and told her about him starting seventh grade soon. The two fell into a comfortable silence before Rick gestured to the dancefloor.

"You can go out there if you want." he offered. "Nah, I'm tired. Michonne insists to staying til close and I want to make sure I can walk later."

"Sasha…" Rick began in the way he often did when he wanted to have a heart to heart. "How is she?" he was pushing his luck, but he knew Sasha had a soft spot for him, they were like siblings.

"She's fine. No, good actually. Seems to be trying to live a little. Which I can't blame her for." she said, giving him a pointed look.

"She told you about our talk."

"That goes without saying Rick. I'm actually proud of you for admitting you were an asshole."

"I deserve that." He said, taking a sip of his watery drink with a chuckle.

"Sometimes I wonder why you get in your own way Rick. I'm gonna honestly say this once. After you're off probation from the bar, you need to muster all the good Rick Grimes GQ model charm and get your shit together. It's gonna be hard but if you really love Chonne, you'd work for it, for her."

"I will Sasha. I promise." He said, a little shocked and relieved that Sasha didn't want him dead. "You get one more shot Rick. And if you hurt her again, I'll have Abe disappear you." Sasha said without any qualms about it.


Michonne was ringing up the last customer on her Wednesday shift. After their visit to the club, Rosita and Sasha slept over and had a lazy morning. Sasha had demanded brunch which they obliged. The rest of the weekend was busy with work and Michonne had picked up a few of Spencer's shifts since he had decided to go vacation with his parents on a whim. His admirers were none too pleased to see him gone on his usual day, but were polite to Michonne, she was the boss after all. She had sent Tara home an hour early since the night was slow and she actually get to close up at one. Putting her last rag away, she went to gather her belongings from her office when she heard a knock at the door. She walked to the locked front and smiled at the familiar face.

John stood at the threshold wearing his leather jacket and holding a gift in his hands for her. "When did you get in?" she asked, giving him a kiss and ushering him into the bar. "An hour ago. It's 2 PM in Tokyo and I couldn't sleep." he said placing the package in her hand. She glanced at the wrapping before opening it. She felt the paper before glancing at him.

"You said you were gonna take a painting course so I found some Washi paper for you to try a new technique on. Whenever you get around to it." he offered.

"This is really sweet" she said before planning a firm kiss against his lips. "Do you get all the girls gifts?" she said, sauntering over to the bar and gathering her things. "Only the special ones." he replied following behind her.

"Is it just you?" he asked a moment, wondering where her other staff was. "Spencer bailed a couple days ago to go vacation in the Hamptons. Didn't even invite me, the dick." she sulked. "So…" he said glancing at her and around the bar. "Does that mean we can catch up a little?" he said walking into her space and leaning in for a kiss. The slow burn of the lips touching spurred him on until she felt her back hit the bar.

"Are you…" she asked between kisses "trying to get some right now?" to which he nodded like a happy puppy.

"Absolutely" he said. "Plus, what are they gonna do, fire you?" he asked, watching a devilish smirk appear on her face.

"I doubt you're the first person to fuck in your bar." he offered, reaching into the front of her pants to coax her. Michonne registered what was happening but lost herself in the feel of his deft fingers moving against the fabric of her underwear.

"I wore embarrassing underpants today." she said, to which he leaned into her ear whispering

"I am not complaining. You could be wearing a burlap sack and look hot as fuck." before giving her neck a nibble. Michonne had never done this in her bar, getting close a few times but now, she was so down. John continued to warm her body, slipping two fingers into her and rocking back and forth. The pressure building inside her belly causing her breath to hitch as she felt the wave of pleasure crash over her. She kissed him fiercely as she came. Resigned to live a little she took him back to the office.


Michonne woke up for her run, watching John sprawl out on her bed before clutching her pillow and hugging it. She chucked at him, watching his brows furrow slightly at the noise, but resigned to sleep. After their night at the bar, she took him home and wore him out completely. It was after 11AM and he looked dead to the world. Michonne slipped out of her apartment and did her hour to Stevie Wonder's Songs in the Key of Life. Breaking her jog to sing along every so often. She was entering her apartment singing along to As when she heard a groan. Sniggering at the fact that John Rhee had slept past noon, and was groaning about being tired.

"What time is it?" he groaned out wiping his face with his hands before turning to look at his phone.

"It's almost one. You got anywhere to be today?" Michonne asked, dropping her earbuds on the kitchen table and walking over to her bed.

"I have a couple emails to send, which should have gone out two hours ago." he groaned. "What did you do to me last night?" he said, feeling muscles he didn't know were there.

"May I remind you, it was all your idea." Michonne said, unceremoniously dropping onto the bed and shaking him.

"I have to shower before I meet Abe for a meeting. You can stay and sleep if you want." she offered. It wasn't much, but leaving him alone in her apartment was a major step for John.

"How will I lock up?" he asked in an almost whiney voice, the exhaustion of his trans-Pacific flight catching up with him. "I have a spare key. You can use it." she said with nonchalance.

John was too out of it to really comprehend if this was a big step or just her trying to be kind with him so he nodded and fell back against her pillows with a huff. Clutching the pillow she had vacated, he held it tightly. Michonne closed the door to her apartment quietly after placing her spare key on the kitchenette table with a note. She didn't want to run late, so she did a quick check to make sure things were in place before quickly leaving the apartment.

The buzzing of his phone startled him, as John registered where he was. It had been two hours since Michonne left and he hadn't left her bed. Looking at the screen the flashing signs of Glenn's name jolted him into cognizance.

"Oh, you're alive." Glenn offered after John groaned something resembling a 'hello'. The brief conversation resulted in John picking himself up and heading to Glenn's apartment. Noah sat on the couch engrossed in some weird ass movie with large aliens running around some black kids with British accents. After a short greeting, Glenn emerged from his room gesturing for John to meet him in the kitchen.

"You live like a fratboy." John marveled at the pizza boxes stacked by the trash. Glenn shrugged, he was ready to move out, but the rent was cheap as hell and although Noah was great, living with Eugene was turning out to be like a bad 1980's teen flick, Eugene giving off that weird Revenge of the Nerds vibe.

"Glenn, why am I here?" John asked, glancing around and taking a seat on the counter, running his hands along the grainy surface and shrugging.

"Cuz you're my brother and I need some help." Glenn offered. John looked at his brother, he wasn't a wild one, always by the books with the exception of that year he decided to hang out with those kids that played a lot of Ultimate Frisbee and drank too much. After going to pick up Glenn from Bonnaroo cuz he took too many mushrooms and had an out of body experience where he saw God, who looked like Keanu Reeves, and told him that he had to follow his dreams of making comics. John new if Glenn was asking for help, he'd be ready to throw down.

"It's not Keanu again is it?" John asked in a joking manner, trying to quell his little brothers fears. "No… It's Maggie." Glenn sighed. Girls, ladies, women… this wasn't John's thing. "You get her pregnant or something?" John asked. Watching the color drain out of Glenn's face was all the confirmation he needed. "What the actual fuck Glenn! When did you even get time to sleep together?"

"It was after Memorial Day. We met up for coffee and it just kinda happened. We haven't done anything since, but this is big John. I'm gonna be a father. What the fuck am I gonna do. I live in a fucking nerd lair. What are Mom and Dad gonna say?" Glenn rambled on and on about his apprehension, his fear that Mr. Greene was actually gonna shoot him for this one. John just watched his baby brother lose it, letting him get all the thoughts out before standing in front of him.

"Listen kid. Do you want to be someone father? Is that what you want?" John asked, watching Glenn mull it over, his face meandering from fear to uncertainty to resolve.

"I want to be a father to Maggie's baby, my baby." he said. The way Glenn said 'my baby' was all the answer he needed.

"So then figure this shit out with Maggie. Y'all were together for too many years to not act like adults. You two love each other for some reason and you'll make it work." John put his hands on Glenn's shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Plus, now Mom will lay off me cuz she's getting a grandkid. So thanks for stepping up for the Rhee clan."

Glenn smiled at his brother, feeling certain that he was right. "Ok! I'm gonna be a father. Holy shit John." He smiled.

"I need a drink Glenn. I really thought you'd had another bad trip and I'd have to talk you out of letting some 20 year old crust punk tattoo 'Keanu lives' on your chest. This is peanuts in comparison."

"God, you're never going to let me live that down." Glenn asked to which John affirmed with a 'no'. The two left Glenns apartment to head to John's place. After a shower and change the brothers sat together discussing how they were going to tell their really strict Dad that Glenn, the good one, got someone pregnant, much less the woman they'd loved like a daughter until their unceremonious breakup.

"Should I put some life insurance on you now, so when you talk to Dad I can make sure your kid is taken care of? You're dead Glenn."

"If Dad doesn't kill me, I'm pretty sure Mr. Green will." Glenn groaned. Him and Maggie had discussed how they'd talk to both sets of families and decided to tell their families separately, but have everyone sit down for a collective dinner after the fact.

"Hersh loves you Glenn. He's gonna be happy that you two are back together. Are you back together?"

"Yeah. We decided it was gonna work when you were gone."

"A man goes on a business trip and his brother becomes a father. What a life." John says "Just do what you do best Glenn. Be a good man." John continued, watching his baby bro stare out the window, looking at the Atlanta skyline.

Marveling at how quickly life could change, John felt the keys in his pocket, Michonne's spare that he'd forgotten to give back to her. The cold of the metal against his hands as he contemplated what would happen with them… Was there a them? Shit, John thought, there was a something and he was certainly into that, but a them, a future. Maybe Glenn was right a few weeks back, maybe he was a benefits with friends, but he'd come to appreciate the friendship brewing between himself and Michonne. John gathered his bearings, contemplating all that might come, but reigning himself to be present for his brother in the moment.

"So does this mean I can call you 'Big Poppa' from now on?" John asked, causing Glenn to laugh as the two sat in his living room sipping some bourbon and catching up.