Negan steps through the Sanctuary doors, Lucille resting against his shoulder as he looks out at the gates. One of his men had called through on the radio, apparently two trucks had been spotted heading in their direction, most likely Vince's men with their supplies.

He smirks as he hears footsteps behind him. "Morning, beautiful."

"Morning." Sarah smiles, standing beside him. Negan turns to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her softly. She almost forgets to breathe, her fingers curling through the back of his hair. "Wow, someone's in a good mood."

"Why shouldn't i be?" He smirks. "We've got supplies on the way, and i've got a sexy piece of ass right in front of me. The world's my fucking oyster, sweetheart."

Sarah giggles, slapping his chest playfully. "When will they get here?"

"Soon is my guess."

"You planning on using her today?" Sarah glances at Lucille.

"You'd fucking like that wouldn't you?" Negan chuckles. "No, my baby's just for show today. Unless someone pisses me off."

They both turn at the sound of engines in the distance, Negan making his way down the Sanctuary steps towards the gate.

His men open the gate, two trucks rolling inside. Negan wastes no time, pulling back the tarpaulin and scanning Vince's offerings.

"This all looks good." Negan grins.

"I should hope so." One of Vince's men steps out of the truck. "Took us a good few hours to load it up. Name's Brian." He nods

"Well, we sure fucking appreciate it, Brian." Negan smiles.

"How about showing it by holding up to your end of the bargain?"

Negan stares at him coldly as Sarah steps forward.

"Hey, don't forget who you're talking to," she warns him.

Negan holds out a hand to keep her at bay. "She's right, watch how you're fucking talking to me."

"The bridge is gone. Nearly lost the second truck trying to make it over."

Negan runs a hand over his beard. "I see. Well, i'll have my people on it right away." Negan smiles. "Once i've got all this inside." He steps closer, his hand gripping Lucille tightly. "I can be reasonable. But you do not wanna get on the wrong side of me, understand?"

Brian nods. "Sorry." He rubs the back of his head. "It's been a shitty morning."

"Yeah, i'll bet. Let's get this shit inside." Negan taps Lucille against the side of the truck.


Negan pulls up to what's left of the bridge, Vince's two trucks behind him.

"You weren't fucking kidding when you said it was gone. It's fucked."

"That's a fucking understatement," Sarah says.

"How long is this gonna take?" Brian asks.

"Fuck knows. This isn't exactly my area of expertise. Lisa!" Negan calls to the truck behind them. Lisa steps out of the truck, her blonde hair fixed into a braid. She holds a few books in the crook of her arm, a pencil tucked behind her ear. "How long you think this fucker's gonna take?"

"Depends."

"On what?" Negan asks.

"All kinds of shit. Whether it needs fixing or completely rebuilding, what kinda tools we have to work with."

Brian steps forward. "How about a rough estimate, best case scenario?"

Lisa makes her way over, taking a good look at what's left of the bridge. "If it can be fixed, we find some big-ass machinery, and we have a lot of muscle." She chews on her lip, letting out a tsk. "A month maybe."

"A month? You're shitting me?" Brian frowns.

"Could be quicker, if you have men working all hours."

"There any other way across here?" Negan asks.

"There's a small footbridge two miles from here."

"Is it stable?" Lisa asks.

"Solid as a rock," Brian answers.

Lisa nods. "Alright. Well let's get our asses there."


"A month?" Vince shakes his head. "We can't wait a month."

"You don't really have much choice in the matter," Lisa points out. "And a month is best case scenario. If you want it done that quick, we're gonna need some heavy machinery, and a lot of men."

"So, if i can get you whatever shit you need, you think you can get it done in a month?"

"Yeah, i think so. As far as i can see, the bridge isn't beyond repair, which is good news. It'd be a whole different kettle of fish if it needed doing from scratch."

"And you're okay with loaning me your men?" Vinces looks over at Negan.

"That was the deal. And i'm a man of my word, Vince. Whatever men you need, i'll provide. In fact, i've already sent some of my men out looking for the shit she needs to start fixing the bridge."

Vince smiles, slapping the table. "Now that's what i like to hear."

"You held up on your side of the deal, i'm sure as shit gonna hold up on mine."

Vince runs a hand over the back of his neck. "What about the creepers? This kinda work, all the heavy machinery. It's gonna make some noise."

"That won't be a problem. You get a couple of your best men, and i'll have some of mine keep watch alongside them. Sarah's volunteered." Negan gestures towards her. Vince's eyes light up a little, and Negan doesn't fail to notice, his jaw clenching briefly. He hadn't wanted her here, but she is one of his best soldiers, and in spite of his dislike for Vince, he is a man of his word. "We'll be staying a while. You got room for us?"

"Yeah." Vince smiles. "More than enough."


Negan paces the room Vince had given him to sleep in. It was pretty basic, just a pull out sofa bed, and a set of drawers. The rest of his men had been given a room to share, just across from his.

"You're gonna burn a hole in that carpet," Sarah says as she sits with her feet up on the sofa bed, sharpening her knife.

"I don't like it here."

"Why? Because it's not all black leather and filled with dopey bitches laid on their back for you?" She snorts.

Negan throws her a cold look, but it quickly softens into a smile. "That's a no on the second one, i've got you for that." He smirks.

Sarah throws a pillow at him. "Next time, it's the knife."

Negan chuckles. "Any fucking hoo. It's not that. I just, i'm a leader. You can't have two leaders under one roof. Too much fucking testosterone. Gives me a damn headache. And, i think you were right."

"About what?" Sarah looks up from her knife.

"About the women. I didn't notice a single woman on the wall. This place is just off."

Sarah tucks her knife into her belt. "You still want me to scope it out?"

"Yeah. Be fucking subtle though."

She crosses her legs. "If you really don't like it so much, then why are you here?"

"Because i don't like the way that asshole Vince looks at you." Sarah grins from ear to ear. "You could be a little less obvious that you get a kick outta that."

"Sorry, can't help it." She smiles. "Vince offered me a room of my own. You want me to take it, or should i share with the others?"

"No and fucking no. You can stay here with me."

"Really?" She grins, trying not to appear too excited, and failing miserably.

"Yeah. I don't know who that fucker thinks he is? Offering you a room of your own, and right next to fucking his." Negan balls his fists.

Sarah feels the all too familiar ache between her thighs as she watches him pace the room, his cheeks flushed and his eyes lit with fury. Negan didn't have to do anything to get her hot, just standing there being his usual asshole self worked. But when he was like this, jealousy almost oozing out of him. It was as if she could feel it, and she knows just how he'd make her his.

"Why don't you come to bed?" She purrs, leaning back on her elbows.

Negan turns to her, a devilish grin on his face. He leans over her, grabbing a handful of her hair and kissing her fiercely, rolling his tongue forcefully over hers. He reluctantly tears himself away. "No. Lisa's trying to get shit in order. I want you to go keep an eye on her." Sarah whimpers, pouting her lip needily. Negan chuckles lightly. "You be a good girl, and i'll fuck you so good later, you'll be begging for me to stop."

"But i want you now," she whispers, her face almost pained.

Negan smirks, placing his fingers beneath her chin. "Come on, baby. You know how much i love making you squirm."

"Fine." Sarah pushes him off her. "Where is she?"

"The gym. Got some kind of meeting with Vince's men."

"Okay. I'm on it."


"Listen, lady. I don't need you talking down to me. I go off Vince's orders, not yours."

"I'm not talking down to you. This is called a plan, and i'm trying to explain it to you." Lisa rubs at her temples.

"I don't need no piece of ass explaining shit to me!"

"Hey." Sarah paces quickly across the gym. "Don't talk to her like that."

"Oh, here comes another one," he laughs.

"Excuse me?" Sarah frowns.

"I said, here comes another one, you deaf? See, this is what happens when you get women to do a mans job."

"Watch your fucking mouth," Sarah warns him.

"Or what?" He scoffs.

"Let me ask you something. How much do you know about building a bridge?" Sarah rests a hand against her hip.

He rolls his eyes. "Well, i don't exactly-"

"You don't know shit," Sarah interrupts. "Which puts you way down here." She sticks out her hand. "And Lisa, is right up fucking here." She lifts her hand above her head. "Which makes her worth her weight in gold, you understand? Now, you do whatever the fuck she tells you, or this bridge doesn't get built. It shouldn't be that fucking complicated to get your head around."

His hand hovers above the gun on his hip as his cheeks grow red. "You smart mouthed little, bitch!"

"Fucking try it!" Sarah smiles, quickly drawing her knife. "I'd fucking love to watch your ass bleeding out on the floor."

"Fucking bit-"

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Vince frowns.

"This little bitch giving me lip."

"Greg, that's no way to talk to our guests."

"Are all your men like this?" Sarah turns to Vince.

Vince laughs. "I'm sure this is just some kind of misunderstanding."

Sarah steps forward. "No, it really isn't. You held up on your side of the bargain, and now we're doing the same. But i won't have your men talking to us like we're something you scrape off your fucking boot. If this asshole talks to her like that again, i'm gonna slit his fucking throat, and i'll enjoy it, immensely."

Vince stares at her, his lips curling up into a smile. "Well, you heard what the lady said." He looks over at Greg. "You do as you're told."

"But-"

"No!" Vince snaps. "You do, as you are fucking told. I won't have anything fuck up this bridge, okay? You understand?"

Greg looks down at his feet sheepishly. "Yes, boss."

"Good. Now get the fuck outta here," Vince orders. "I'm sorry about that. Some of these guys get a little hot headed."

"That's an understatement," Lisa says. "I'm gonna go look through these plans, I'll seeya later."

Sarah watches her leave, placing the knife back into her belt.

"You don't scare easy, do you?" Vince smiles.

"Why, should i?"

Vince laughs. "If even half my men were as ballsy as you, i'd have one hell of an army. Makes me wish you were on my team."

"I thought we were part of the same team?"

"Come on. Get with the programme, honey. You know how it works. You'd die for that man of yours."

"He's not mine."

"But you wish he was." Vince waves a hand. "That's not my point though. My point, is that we're all just kids in a sand box, trying to play nice. Soon as someone decides they want the other's play things, we won't be on the same team anymore."

"I see your point," Sarah agrees. "You keep your men on a leash, and we'll keep playing nice." She nods before walking away. Vince eyes her ass as she leaves, chuckling to himself.


"Where the fuck are we going?" Greg moans, wiping his brow as he watches her ass wiggling as she walks. It's almost hypnotic.

"Just a little further." She stops suddenly, her eyes scanning the woods around her. "Here's fine." She turns to him with a smile.

"Oh, i knew you were making eyes at me. Women always get fired up like that when they want it."

"Am i that transparent?"

"All women are."

She giggles lightly, standing on her tiptoes as she rests her hands against his chest. "I'm gonna make sure you never forget this."

He lowers his hand, grabbing a handful of her ass. "Hell yeah."

She presses her lips against his, then swiftly lifts her hand, slitting his throat. Greg stares at her in surprise, as if not realising what had just occurred. That is until he drops to his knees, his hand clutching uselessly at his throat.

"No one gets away with talking to me the way you did." Sarah smiles. He gurgles, his face quickly losing it's colour. "Go on, drop down, asshole." She turns at the sound of footsteps, grinning like a lunatic. "Here come the cavalry," Sarah giggles, watching as two dead fucks stumble towards them. She takes the bullets from his gun, and throws his knife a few feet away. "Come on, boys. Grubs up," she laughs before slowly walking away.